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melancholyhigh · 9 months
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ft. leon x artist!reader
synopsis. you're an artist, and leon's your muse.
content. 1.5k words. fluff, smut. nude painting, leon's pov, needy leon, praise kink, masturbation, handjob.
note. this was j supposed to be fluff but i got ahead of myself.
masterlist. i love your guy's feedback :3
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“Paint me like one of your French girls.”
You laugh at Leon’s statement. He’s perched on the small, green couch in your home art studio, wearing nothing but his pink, fluffy robe as you prepare your oil paints. 
“You’re my first French girl, Leon.”
–-
You had suggested painting him nude while you were both in bed, lazing around. You’re in each other’s hold, Leon’s arms around your waist and face on your chest when he asks about any new projects you had in mind. 
He loves hearing about what art piece you were doing or planned to do. It was how you expressed yourself, whether there was a deeper meaning or none at all. He found it beautiful. Every work you do it had a bit of your personality in it. He could tell your work from thousands by the intricate details they carry. 
When you told Leon you wanted to paint him, he wasn’t too surprised. You mentioned he was your favourite thing to draw or think of when you had art block. The admission had left him sputtering, his face red as he tried to get his words out.
On the third date, you showed him your sketchbook, pages littered with drawings and portraits of him. Some were quick sketches, while other’s looked like you took time to get every detail of him. 
You’re always on my mind, Leon. You had confessed. Was it a little creepy? At that moment, flipping through the drawings of him, the attention to detail they held, he’d say it was romantic.
People have always said he was pretty as a picture, yet you’re the only one that makes his heart beat faster and his tummy fill with butterflies when you say he’s the type of gorgeous you’d find in a painting. 
“A nude painting,” you specify. It was as if you told Leon he was the object of your affection for the first time again. His head buries into your chest, trying to hide his flushed face. You smile at his sudden bashfulness. 
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, baby.” You run your fingers through his soft hair. “I want to try something new, but it’s okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“‘S fine, angel. But can’t you use a picture?”
“Where’s the fun in that, pretty boy.”
He groans, muffled by your shirt, and you giggle. 
He loves to please you — in more ways than one — and nothing compares to the smile that graces your face, so he agrees. It’s not like Leon’s uncomfortable with you looking at him bare and vulnerable. There were other problems he was worried would interrupt your craftwork. 
–-
Leon leans back into the couch, doing just as you instructed. His bare back hits the soft cushioning, and it’s surprisingly comfortable. 
His robe is off, on the floor next to your easel. He rests his chin on his hand, supported on the arm of the couch.
He’s nervous. You said it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but this almost feels more intimate than being intertwined with you in bed.
Maybe it’s the gaze you hold when you’re analysing him, grasping the compositions and layering basic shapes onto the canvas. 
He can’t help but think of when you told him he’s your favourite canvas to mark up. Sucking the reddish marks into his skin which turn the prettiest shade of purple, as you like to put it. Or when you said the colour on his cheek was your favourite shade of pink.
You always did like to rile him up, muttering the filthiest things to him in the most mundane setting, just like right now. 
“Spread your legs wider, Leon.” You mumble in a casual tone as if you don’t know the implications of your own words. You’re so engrossed with getting your work right you probably don’t.
It’s so fucking sexy seeing you in your element. Your brows pinched together, and your face serious with concentration. 
He obediently listens to you, parting his legs wide, and the problem he wishes wouldn’t happen is currently hardening between his thighs. You don’t notice, mixing paints to ensure it's the correct shade. 
You’re probably 30 minutes into painting, and he’s already hard. You said you’d take a while to finish, and he could tap out whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t want to disappoint. 
Finally, you’re looking up from the canvas and towards Leon. Your brows quirked up in surprise when trying to examine his features, studying the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline to imitate on the canvas. His face is pink, the shade you know and adore so much. 
Your eyes trail down his body, his dick fully erect, slapping against his stomach. Your gaze is on his face again with a smirk on your lips.
He knows, you know, he’s rock-hard simply from the glances you take at him and the words you mutter. His lashes flutter, and he moves his hand to cover his face while the other is shamefully obscuring his cock.
“Be a good boy, and don’t move, Leon. I want to make sure everything looks good.” You say, and he thinks you aren’t going to acknowledge his 7-inch problem.  
“Oh, and make sure your pretty dick is hard for me, okay, baby?” You go back to your painting, trying to hide your smug expression.  
His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows his nerves, but he relents, going into position, not before giving his cock a firm squeeze. 
“Don’t cum too, okay? I want to be the one making you cry.”
A few hours pass, and Leon is on the verge of tears. He listened to what you said, only providing himself with enough stimulation to keep his cock hard but not enough to tip him over the edge into bliss. 
Precum leaks from the head down to the shaft. His dick is red and spent. He wants nothing more than for you to stop painting and make him cum.
“I’m almost done. You’ve been such a good boy for me, baby.” 
Your words are almost enough to make him spill his cum over the expensive fabric of your eccentric couch. 
You’re adding the finishing touches to the painting with each stroke, making sure you get the placement of each mole or freckle correct and each vein of his cock following to the tip right. 
You swear he belongs in a museum. No art can replicate how beautiful he truly is.
“I’m done.” You sigh, moving to get up to rid your skin of paint. 
After rinsing yourself off the paint, you make your way to Leon. You get comfortable in a seat on the couch right next to him. He’s breathing heavily in anticipation, looking up at you through his long lashes. Pretty, pink lips parted as pretty gasps left him. 
You cup his face, pressing your lips to his. The kiss is soft as you move your lips slowly in unison. He breathes out your name when you pull away. One of your hands moves to his throat, softly squeezing. Leon whimpers, his hands moving to hold your waist.
“Good job, baby. You didn’t cum once. I know it hurts, but I'm going to make you feel better,” you whisper, softly kissing his flushed forehead. 
Your hand moves to his pulsing cock, and gives it a soft squeeze, relishing the whine Leon lets out. Your touch sends goosebumps along his skin, and he plants his head into the crook of your neck. 
His hips eagerly buck into your hold. He’s practically sobbing into your neck, his soft hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You rest your chin on top of his head, smelling the fragrance of his shampoo. 
You thumb the slit on the tip of his cock, using his precum as a lubricant to start moving your hand back and forth on his shaft. 
You start at a slow pace. You don’t want Leon cumming quickly, wanting to enjoy every cry and whimper. 
The soft shlick noise of you jerking Leon’s cock fills the room with his desperate cries. He pulls back away from the crook of your neck, tears flowing down his blushing face.
“Please, please, please, g– go faster, angel. I’ve been such a good boy for you. Let me cum, please.”  He pleads, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. His hips rutted frantically into your palm. How could you deny your boy?
“Okay, pretty baby. Cum for me.” You say softly, picking up the pace of jerking him off.
He whimpers loudly, thighs quivering lightly as his orgasm crashes and hot spurts of his cum spill onto your hand. He’s panting, dazed with lust and staring at you with what seems like hearts in his eyes. 
“T- thank you, thank you, s’much.” Leon gasps like a broken record, and you think he’s fucked himself dumb with your hand.
You peck his lips, effectively shutting him up.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can show you my favourite artwork yet.”
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youraverageaemondsimp · 6 months
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A Helping Hand. // Virgin!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, MODERN AU [ONE SHOT]
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MDNI.
Summary: it comes as a shock to find out that your extremely attractive best friend is still a virgin! So you offer to help him lose it to which he agrees to, unbeknownst to you, he was secretly in love with you, are those feelings reciprocated? // based on this request
WARNINGS: unprotected p in v sex, handjob, blowjob, orgasm denial, virgin!aemond, multiple orgasms, teasing, tiddy sucking, oral (m.), pussy slapping, cumming inside, premature ejaculation, some fluff at the end + not proof read.
WC: 2.6k
You were currently lying on the sofa with your best friend Aemond, watching a movie but it was so boring that you both engaged in a conversation which revealed something you had not known about Aemond, despite being friends for almost two years.
“Wait what?! You're seriously a virgin?” you yell when, shocked at what Aemond had just revealed, he looks away shyly and feels a little embarrassed, you quickly regain your composure, immediately noticing how his face dropped when you were shocked, likely taking it in an insulting way.
“Don't get me wrong- Aemy, but seriously? You're literally the hot shit, I can't believe you haven't gotten with anyone, do you know how crazy popular you are?” you try to show him that you didn't mean it in an insulting way, but just complete shock considering how beautiful he is.
He looks at you in confusion and shakes his head.
“Oh seven hells, you dense dumbass.” you huff crossing your arms, “Literally there's so many people fawning over you! The girls from my uni class? Everyone! Even one of my friends used to have a crush on you. I had to listen to her constantly ramble about you.” you explain.
“I never really focused on my surroundings that much, and I didn't really think I would stand out.” you dropped one of the popcorn kernel into the dish, shocked at what he had just said.
“You've got to be fucking kidding me! Seriously? 'I didn't really think I would stand out' my gods, you are literally so perfect! Your unique features, your purple eyes and platinum blonde hair are features I would die to have! You're so beautiful.” you mock what he said before you compliment him and he gives you a shy smile after chuckling at the way you quoted him, with a high pitched voice.
“Thanks.” he says and you nudge him with your elbow, “Seriously though, never thought you'd be a virgin, I thought you'd at least would've gotten with multiple girls, or boys.” you shrug and he purses his lips, “I think you are confusing me with my brother.” he says and you laugh, “Yeah right! I never expected the younger brother of the literal fuckboy of KL university to be a virgin, thought that you'd follow in his footsteps.” you joke around, and Aemond scrunches his nose, “I have no taste for such depravity.” he says, tone serious before you both burst out laughing, “Whatever you say baby.” you wink at him jokingly, calling him baby. He smiles at that and stares at you.
Just then a loud screen erupted from the TV screen and you were focused on the movie once again, watching intently while chewing on popcorn.
But Aemond didn't turn his attention back to the movie, he watched you, the way the light emitting from the TV bounced off your lights and face, giving you a certain type of glow, the way your lips were pursed and eyebrows furrowed as you watched the screen, clearly affected by a scene that bought out that reaction from you, but he didn't care to look, he preferred to stare at you.
Aemond Targaryen was in love with you.
You didn't know that.
You and Aemond had shared classes but never really interacted with one another, until you were late to class one day and found all the seats occupied besides the one next to Aemond, you went and asked if you could sit there and Aemond smiled at you gently before muttering a yes, and that's when your friendship blossomed, you both started talking to each other.
You developed a small crush on him at that time, the way he would be so kind and gentle with you made your heart flutter, but then you pushed away that crush the minute you found out that he was dating Floris. You felt hurt but quickly moved on, and continued to stay friends.
That's when you turned your attention back unto him, “Hey- didn't you date floris? Did you guys not have sex?” you asked way too openly and he blushed immediately at that thought, “N-no- we tried but i was so nervous that i could not get it up, and then I found out she was cheating on me.” he says embarrassed and you mentally wanted to punch yourself, how can you ever forget the reason they broke up? It was the first time you saw Aemond so out of it, not being his usual self, but you helped him get over her, after her, he never really was interested in anyone. Until he realised how he truly felt towards you.
“I'm sorry, that was stupid of me.” you apologise and he shakes his head, “Don't be, you were curious, and that's okay, I don't take any offence.” he says and you smile at him before scooting close to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, he could smell the shampoo in your hair and he loved it very much, closing your eyes and basking in the comfort of your presence.
Aemond never felt like this before, he didn't know what you did that made him fall in love with you, or get so comfortable around you, you showed him the difference between what 'love' and 'like' feels like. He thought he had loved Floris, but it was just like, and he thought he liked you, but it was love.
“Do you wanna lose it?” you ask, raising your head to look at him, “Lose wh- my virginity?” he asks and you nod, “Mhm yeah, I wish I had experience.” he says and your mouth curls up into a smile before you propped yourself up. “I can help you.” you say and he looks at you shocked. “–Only if you're comfortable, no pressure.” you reassure him, before reaching forward and grabbing the glass of water and downing it entirely, and he thinks for a bit. Losing his virginity to a girl he loves so dearly? Fuck yes. He would be a fool not to accept that offer.
“Sure.” he says and you smile, “Do we schedule it?” he asks and you bite back a laugh, “Whenever you're ready babe.” you wink at him and he looks at you with a smile on his face. You both sit there in silence after that exchange, staring at the screen but not quite watching or processing what the hell was going on, until you felt Aemond place a hand on your thigh, you smirked, there's your cue.
But you didn't react and let him explore a bit more as his hand went under the skirt you were wearing, his hand travelled up to your inner thigh, stopping right by your cunt, you felt him press two fingers onto your clothed area gasping when he found it damp, you were clearly enjoying this. He looked at you with uncertainty and you nodded, giving him permission to touch you.
His hands pushed aside your panties, fingers dipping into your wet heat before he slid his hand up and down, coating his fingers with his juices until he found your clit and rubbed small circles on it. You gasped when you felt him do that.
He was teasing you.
You did not know what came over you, and you pulled his hand away, before you got off the couch, going on your knees in front of him, he was taken aback by your swift movements and tried processing what was happening, but before he can, you parted his legs, settling yourself in between them on your knees before undoing his pants, and pushing them slightly to reveal his boxes, you pushed them down as well and it revealed his hardening cock.
He gasped when he felt your warm hand wrap around it, giving him a few pumps before it became fully erect. You watched as the tip became red and started leaking precum, which you collected with your thumb before rubbing it on the tip, making him throw his head back.
You slowly took the precum leaking from his tip and coating your hands with it so it acts as lube before moving your hand up and down his length, you were so enchanted by how pretty his dick looked, it was big, bigger than any of the guys you've had before, he was just perfectly thick enough, a vein running along his erection, pumping the blood. Your mouth watered at the sight.
Your daze was quickly broken by a loud moan Aemond let out when you squeezed his cock a little, and you looked up at him, his face was flushed, breathing ragged and heavy and he looked at you with mouth slightly wide open and it went straight to your core, you rubbed your thighs together to satiation the itch there.
You pulled his cock towards your mouth before kissing the tip and licking it causing his gasp loudly at the way how good your tongue felt against it, you slowly took him inside your mouth, hands making up for the area you aren't able to take and bobbed your head up and down, tongue swirling around his cock.
“F-fuck you feel so good.” he grunts making you chuckle, causing vibrations which shot up to his spine, he held your head with one hand and started using you to fuck himself, your hand left the base and resting on his thigh as you let him using your mouth to fuck, he shoved his cock deep inside making you gag, tears welling up your eyes, you breathed through your nose, eye closed at the intensity.
He was near, and you could tell by the way he became sloppy, that's when you pulled yourself off him, ruining his orgasm and he looked at you with such a confused expression that made you smirk.
You got up off your knees before taking off your skirt and top, leaving you only in your bra and panties before you straddling him, hands resting on his shoulder as you kissed him on the lips, his hands held you by the waist, kissing you back and rutting up against you, trying to gain some friction.
He undid your bra clasps and you helped him remove it, baring your tits to the room, you got up slightly to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off him, revealing his toned chest.
He kissed you again, hand entangled in your hair as he pushed his face against yours, it was desperate, you away and teased him but pinching his nipples making him slightly whimper.
You felt his finger wrap itself around the band of your panty before he applied force in pulling and tore it, you gasped when he discarded the torn piece, slapping him lightly on the arm, “Hey! Those are expensive.” you said and he chuckled “I'll buy you a new one.” he says in a daze, and kisses your neck. You can feel the stiffness in his kisses, he was extremely nervous about it.
“Aemy, just relax.” you put your hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging it when you felt how tense they are and he pulled away to look at you and nodded.
You gave him a small kiss on the cheek, below his scar, before you caressed his hair lovingly, trying to soothe his nerves.
He appreciated that, he really did.
When you felt him relax enough, you grabbed his still-hard cock again and lifted yourself up on your knees before lining it against your entrance, slowly sinking down on him, completely engulfing him before you let him settle inside you, that's when you started riding him, grinding your hips.
He moaned loudly, cumming almost instantly when he felt the way you clenched around him, and you halted.
That was way too quick.
He felt embarrassed and he looked down, avoiding eye contact with you.
You grabbed his face and made him look at you, “It's okay aemy, it happens.” you say, caressing his cheek with your thumb but he looked down once again in shame, “That- was way too fucking quick. I'm fucking ashamed- fuck.” his voice cracks and he seems like he's about to cry, but you pulled him in for a hug. Hands around his hand as he presses his face against your tits, his hands hold your hips for balance.
“Shh, it's not shameful Aemond, it happens and that's completely all right, it's your first time as well! Don't feel bad.” you kiss him atop his head and he looks at you, you give him a reassuring smile before pressing a small kiss to his lips.
“Besides, I didn't let you finish earlier too, and by the way, you're still hard.” you say, grabbing one of his hands, pressing it down on the end of your stomach, making him feel the bulge there, and his eyes widen. “That's me?” he asks and you chuckle and nod, “Yeah you're way too fucking big.” you say it in a joking manner and he smiles.
You slowly start moving again, riding him, he showers kisses on your breasts before taking one unto his mouth. You grabbed onto his shoulder for support, moving up and down, you moan out loud when the tip of his dick grazes against your rough patch, he moves his hips upwards as well, rutting into you with so much need, he stops his actions on your breasts before he kisses you, holding you by your waist as he pounds into you.
You felt the familiar rise of pleasure from your core, the coil that snapped so quickly when his tip hit the rough patch, pushing you over the edge as you moaned his name out loud, causing him to grunt as well.
You felt his thrusts become sloppy once again, and you had an evil plan, pushing off him, sliding him out and ruining his orgasm once again, before you could get off him completely, he changed positions by pushing you onto your back on the sofa, pushing your legs to your chest and sliding in effortlessly and roughly beginning to pound into you.
You didn't know where this intensity came from but you didn't mind, you grabbed the sofa hand above your head to stabilise yourself as his thrusts were extremely brutal and hard, causing your body to jolt up.
You felt his tip bullying your cervix, causing slight pain, but you didn't show it and let him fuck you brutally.
His hand fell to your clit, rubbing fast but furious circles onto, and slapping it time to time, causing a little twinge of pleasruable pain, the band in your core snapped once again, making you arch your back pushing onto him, he came at the same time inside you, pushing to the hilt and riding his orgasm out. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you.
“Wow- that was- fucking intense.” you compliment him and he just hums, causing vibration.
“I love you.” you freeze when the confession leaves his mouth as you feel him burying his nose in the crook of your neck.
You smile at that and caress his hair lovingly.
“I love you too.” you place a small kiss to his head when you feel him smile as he breathed heavily.
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catchuuu · 26 days
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office au! with coworker!gojo
he's the type to always be a little late. by a little, i of course mean a lot. he always bursts in the door with the biggest smile on his lips and four coffees in his hand. he winks at his coworkers, who then always blush and giggle out a hi, satoru! and you always roll your eyes at that. satoru nods his male coworkers, who always try to dap him up and start a conversation but he doesn't have time for that. he has things to do. (as if he isn't literally Late smh)
he answers the guys' question while he's walking – his eyes set on his favourite coworker. you. sitting in your cubicle, you're trying to ignore him and his dramatic enterance. that he does every single day. how annoying can he be? before you can roll your eyes again, a cup of coffee has landed on your table, making you glance over your shoulder.
he's blinding you, his grin is stretched so wide it's almost a bit creepy. he's standing right behind you, leaning his hand on your table right next to where he just placed the coffee. he's way too close for a co-worker and you gulp.
ugh.
"aren't you gonna thank your favourite coworker for bringing you coffee? whew, tough crowd, huh." his smile doesn't falter and he just leans in closer, his cologne clouding your senses.
UGH.
and he really does do it every single fucking day. he brings you coffee and he annoys you and he makes your eyes roll so hard you almost go blind and you hate to admit that he's kinda cute... it's whatever.
back to the coffees. so one of them is for you – he knows your order because he dug out the receipt from your bag when you weren't looking on his second day there. he almost got caught, too. but he only did that because you didn't wanna tell him your order!! and he was so insistent on bringing you coffee that he just had to find another way. he loved the way your eyes widened and how you tried to mask your surprised expression but nothing gets past his keen eyes. when you asked how he did it, he just told you that he guessed it. yeah, right....
the second coffee is for him. it's an insanely sweet latte. how do you know? he made you try it. more liked begged for you to try it. you also hate to admit that his puppy-dog eyes worked on you... he only drinks the special latte from the corner coffee shop and he refuses to drink the office "coffee". he's fancy like that.
the third coffee is for his second favourite coworker – kento nanami! they sure make an interesting pair. kento is the main reason why satoru even got the job. the latter begged him to pitch for him to the boss; he was so excited by the concept of Office Work and just had to try it out. he, of course, passed the interview with flying colors and kento regrets his decision to "help" him out in the first place. satoru yaps his ears off whenever he isn't doing the same to you and he's constantly leaving little notes for the man. you once saw one and it just had a miniature penis drawn on it. very mature.
and the fourth coffee is for your boss. satoru isn't sucking up like you originally thought he was. you think he just wants to bring her coffee? your boss is cool – she's in her forties and she has a strong voice, everybody always listens to her and she really does make for a very good boss. your guess is that satoru has a crush on her. (you're wrong. he also just thinks she's super fucking cool. literally nothing else to it.)
he's always wearing a fancy white button-up with a black tie loosely hanging around his neck and a pair of matching black slacks that hug his thighs so nicely that the women and the men of the office are always finding it hard to not stare at them. he gets an obnoxious ego boost from this.
he's constantly leaning on other people's desks, pushing his hips out and it really is hard to concentrate whenever he does it. the pose and the smug smirk he sends you when he catches you looking is making you feel hot. he always catches you too, it's so annoying. why can't he just continue doing whatever he's doing so you can admire him in peace?
he's loud, he's annoying and he's so fucking good at his job that firing him couldn't even be a passing thought. he actually does his paperwork rather fast; often finishing before you and that gives him the time to tease you for being slow. he does that way less than you expected though. only a few times in a day – enough to annoy you but never enough to actually make you upset or angry. he actually helps you sometimes. he can tell you don't wanna ask and he doesn't wanna make you feel bad - he'd rather watch you roll your pretty eyes at his stupid jokes with a small hidden smile than roll them with a deep frustrated sigh. he learned that the hard way.
he loves your smile. more often than not you can't keep the straight face you try to put up with him, making your loud laughter resonate throughout the whole office. oh, how his eyes shine at that.
long story short. he's infuriating. he's funny. he's way too good at his job. he's way too handsome. you loathe working with him and yet, you can't stop smothering him in kisses whenever you two "happen" to meet in the printer room.
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raysrays · 1 month
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Jealous! Kyojuro Rengoku X Fem! Reader NSFW
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CW: NSFW content, possessiveness/jealousy, Oral sex.
Minors Do Not Interact! 18+
Y/N perspective
I settled down under the tree, overlooking the training grounds while chugging water. It’s the hottest day of the year, and all the Hashira are taking advantage of it by training.
Just finished my hand-to-hand combat training with Tomioka. The man’s quiet, but he sure is fast. That last move had me completely pinned to the ground. I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
Honestly, it was pretty embarrassing; it felt like everyone was watching. Tengen hyping up Tomioka from the sidelines definitely didn’t help the situation. I didn’t even get to see Kyojuro's reaction to my loss. I didn’t have the heart to look. As his Tsuguko, I’m a representative of him, and I feel like I probably embarrassed him too.
Just then, I feel someone sitting next to me. It’s Tomioka… I didn’t think he’d be the type to come over and brag about winning. This sucks.
“You didn’t do bad, you know,” he said in that monotone voice. He’s as stoic as ever.
Well, I definitely wasn’t expecting him to come over and comfort me.
“Uh, thanks. I just need to train a little more. I’ll get you next time!” I try to smile. If he’s not going to rub it in my face, I shouldn’t dwell on it.
I feel him looking at me, so I turn to face him. Is he smiling? Well, kinda? He’s not exactly frowning as usual.
“Yeah, until next time,” he puts his hand on my shoulder reassuringly and then stands up to leave.
“Oh, and one more thing-“ he began.
“Rengoku isn’t mad at you. You should probably go watch him go against Tengen.”
“I’ll watch from here where it’s shaded,” I reply.
He just nods and walks back to where the others are standing.
I watch as the two begin their sparring. Why does it seem more vicious than usual? Kyojuro looks like he’s really going all out this time. He looks very attractive right now.
Their sparring match goes on for another few intense minutes. Kyojuro is smiling; he must be fine, not mad at me at all.
I must have managed to catch his attention as I noticed him glance over at me, his smile dropping.
Oh, maybe not.
Damn it, I really didn’t want to listen to him lecture me about training more.
I finally make my way back down to the group, and we all talk amongst ourselves. I see a tall shadow hovering over me.
I turn around, locking eyes with Kyojuro.
He’s smiling, but I can tell this is just an “I’m not going to scold you now but I will later” type of smile.
I let out a sigh and make my way back to my quarters. I know he’s following me, but surely he will wait to talk after I’ve cleaned up. We both probably smell terrible.
As I’m about to shut the door to my room, a hand suddenly blocks it from closing. I look up, being met with a very stern-faced Kyojuro.
What’s his problem? Was me losing to Tomioka really that big of a deal?
He then pushes my door back open, walking in. “We need to talk, little flame,” his voice doesn’t sound like himself. This definitely isn’t the Kyo I was used to.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.
“I know I shouldn’t have lost to Tomioka, and I promise I’ll train harder so I don’t make you look bad next time.” I’m praying my apology is enough.
It was only a second later I feel his lips on mine. He’s kissing me? But this time it’s different. It feels rough, urgent. What’s going on?
I feel him push his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.
I pull away, breathing heavily. Why is he doing this?
He leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Did you enjoy it? Being pinned down by him?” He sounds so angry.
“What? What are you talking about?” I feel my face turning bright red.
I then feel a small pinch on my ear. Was he biting me?
“Tomioka. Did you like him holding you down like that? Enough for him to find you after and touch you some more?”
Is he being serious? This is so out of character for him.
“Kyo, are you jealous?” I ask with a hint of tease in my voice.
He then pulls me back in to kiss me again. I feel him walking me backwards, pushing my back against the wall.
He’s running his hands all over me, squeezing my breast, kissing me more passionately.
After a few seconds, I feel his hands moving down. He’s touching me there? Now? It feels like this is happening so fast, but it just feels so good.
I start to moan against his lips, and I put my hand over his.
“Kyojuro, wait… I need to wash up first.”
He then gets on his knees, looking up at me more sweetly than earlier.
“I don’t care about that right now, sunflower. Right now, I just want to please you. In a way he cannot,” he says, undoing my belt.
I feel my legs start to shake; this is so much. All of this just because Tomioka had to reassure me I didn’t fight terribly?
He knows what he’s doing, kissing me down there so softly.
I throw my head back, feeling him run his tongue all over me. Kyojuro was definitely a skilled swordsman, but he was also a professional in making me feel good.
I can’t help but cover my mouth with my hand. It’s not like these walls are super thick. I use my free hand to grab a fistful of his beautiful flame-colored hair.
I arch my back against the wall. I’m really starting to feel it now.
I can’t stand his teasing. He’s doing this to punish me.
“Kyo, please…” I manage to breathe out.
He pulls back a little. “Please what, sunflower? What is it you want?” He says softly, his voice full of arousal.
“Please, just let me finish,” I whisper.
He grins up at me. “After what you did?”
He leans back into me, going even slower than before.
I hit my head against the back of the wall. This is absolute torture. I’ve never wanted to cum so bad.
I tighten my grip on his hair that I still had in my hand.
I feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and like my legs are about to give out.
Finally, I feel him start to pick up the pace, and I don’t think I can stand it any longer.
I grip both of his shoulders as tightly as I can.
And finally, I feel it. The release is better than I could have imagined. It felt like it went on forever, and it was what I needed.
I feel my back slide down the wall, causing me to be eye level with Kyojuro on the floor.
We are both out of breath, staring at each other.
Kyojuro then pulls me into his lap, kissing my head.
“So, little flame, did I make you feel good?” He sounds so innocent, as if he didn’t just completely overpower me a second ago.
I shake my head. “You really got that jealous over Tomioka? It was just some hand-to-hand training.” I laugh.
His face turns bright red. “Well, yes, I know… but I just don’t know how to explain it. Seeing you being held down by him really just struck a nerve with me, and then him coming up to you after the match. I just couldn’t control it.” He sounds so embarrassed.
I cup his face in my hands and kiss his cheek. “Kyojuro, I love you. I would never crave the attention of anyone but you.”
I brush his hair out of his face, leaning into his ear.
“Nobody can make me feel good like you do,” I whisper.
He smiles brightly and laughs, pulling me into a tight hug. “That’s wonderful news, my little flame! I love you!”
There he is. There’s my sweet Kyo.
“Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” I tease.
“I’d advise against it,” he replies, kissing me one more time.
“Shall we get cleaned up now?” He suggests.
I nod, and we both finally make our way off the floor.
Well, that’s not exactly how I thought my “lecture” would go, but I guess I’m not complaining.
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hitomisuzuya · 6 months
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Can i request MeanTeacher!Scaramouche smut?
Where hes a young teacher in uni and we're a student who cares alot about their grades so we ask for private lessons.
And then he finds another way to teach us
Professor! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Scara receiving. Consider this a Kinktober piece. Mean!Dom Scara. Don't interact if this dynamic makes you feel uncomfortable.
I have always wanted to write something like this 😳 I am not ignoring anyone's asks, I promise.
You didn't quite know how the situation had snowballed like it did. You were on your knees in front of your Professor, looking up at him adoringly, his hand tightening on a handful of your hair.
Now to be fair, you are already in love with your Professor. You hung on his every word during his classes, listening intently. You could never take your eyes off of him.
His voice had such an affect on you that sometimes, you curled a lock of hair around your finger. And you started wearing skirts and thigh high stockings to his class just for him, figuring him to be that type of guy.
Thing is, you'd spent so much time trying to get Scaramouche's attention that your grades started slipping. So you shyly poked your head into his office and asked if there was any way you could possibly, hopefully get some extra credit or tutoring to help you bring your grade up.
You were doomed the moment Scaramouche asked you how much you care about your grades. He more than saw all the silly ways you were trying to get his attention.
His hands itched to hold your thighs apart while you wore those knee high stockings that highlighted your legs, licking and sucking on your cunt while he snapped the band of your stocking against your thigh, demanding that you beg him to cum on his tongue.
He wants you, and he knew that you wanted him. He would often wonder how wet you got during his class, he'd seen you rubbing your thighs together when he discreetly looked at your legs.
Scaramouche could never stop thinking about you and how badly he wanted to ruin you. He looked down at you, smirking as he stroked a hand through your hair in a condescending way. "You should see yourself, you look like such an empty headed slut. Lick my cock and tell me how much you want it?"
The domineering look in his eyes sent a shiver up your spine. You nuzzled your cheek against his hip, playing the tip of your tongue in precum leaking from the head of his hard cock. His cock twitched and throbbed as you kitten licked the tip.
His degradation only served to further dampen your panties, your clit throbbing. "I really want your cock in my throat, making me choke while I struggle to swallow your cum," Scaramouche groaned feeling the wet sensation of your tongue. You looked like a vision drooling all over his cock. "I want it inside of me while you are fucking me dumb. It's practically all I can think about," You sucked on the head of his cock.
Scaramouche laughed in a taunting manner at you. "What a fucking slut for a student I have," He couldn't wait to watch cum spill from your mouth while he made you choke on his cock. His smirk only turned smug hearing you moan from his degradation.
He pulled on your hair. "Here, slut. Suck my cock like you crave it," He pushed his cock against your lips, glossing them with precum. "Lick your lips before you suck, whore." God, he almost cummed on your face watching the action.
You nodded eagerly, opening your mouth obediently for him. He wasted no time pushing your mouth down onto his cock, making you take him into your throat all at once. "You should come suck my cock every day in my office, you pathetic slut. I could highlight all the points your cock hungry mind couldn't comprehend while I cum down your pretty throat."
His eyes drank in the way spit rolled from the corners of your mouth as you coughed, hissing in pleasure as your throat spasmed around his cock. Your eyes only melted into a look for further adoration for him, moaning happily around his cock while you sucked.
Scaramouche fucked himself relentlessly into your throat. "What a good fucking slut you are, you like letting your Professor use your throat as he pleases, don't you, whore."
You vibrated your appreciation on his cock, making it throb in your mouth. "Take all of my cum, you fucking whore," He groaned, pushing his cock deep until his cum spilled into your throat. He moaned huskily while you sucked him off to help him chase his high. You swallowed all of his cum so well.
He couldn't resist telling you. "What a good girl," He praised, stroking your hair after he pulled his cock from your mouth. He yanked on your hair before he released it. "Get up, and take your panties off. Bend over my desk, and present your whore cunt to me. Touch yourself and cry about how much you want your Professor to fuck you senseless," His eyes followed your every movement as you did as you were told.
You spread your wet folds, rubbing your fingers over your clit. "Please, please, I want you fuck me so bad," You pushed your fingers inside of yourself to show your desperation for him in a way that was almost too much for Scaramouche.
He stroked his cock for a few minutes, pleased with your lewd display. You yelped when he smacked his hand across your ass, moaning in anticipation as the head of his throbbing cock pushed against your clit. "We will talk about extra credit after I fuck you full."
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n-slayaaaaa · 1 year
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Let Me In, To Your Heart
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Summary: if there was one thing that Mindy taught her brother Chad, she taught him that the number one rule to surviving a horror film was to never ever have sex …. but damn you looked so perfect laying on the bed spread open for him.
Warnings: 18+, heavy mentions of sex, sexual but not smutty, mentions sucking nipples, cursing, blood & gore
Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x black!reader, Chad Meeks-Martin x female!reader
Highlights the song “Me and Your Mama” by Childish Gambino.
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“I remember when you got me that record.” You smiled up at your boyfriend, Chad, who gently placed the black vinyl onto your record player. Awaken, My Love by Childish Gambino seemed to be the mood for the evening as you both tried being in better spirits.
There was something bittersweet plaguing the air between you two, matter of fact, the entire apartment. Chad had stayed over plenty of nights before this, on purpose and sometimes by accident due to late night movies or studying for Chem finals together. But this “sleepover” of sorts was different, it was forced.
Ghostface was back and whoever it was, wasn’t fucking around.
First it started when Jason and Greg from Film Studies were killed, the killer leaving behind a Ghostface mask and Sam’s drivers license for police to find. Then it was that call from Richie, Sam’s dead ex who apparently had cell service from beyond the grave. And finally when Sam and Tara were attacked at the bodega around the corner, the older Carpenter had had enough of the fucking games.
Do what you want, I’m telling you
Sam made it mandatory that everyone within your friend group stay at you guys’ apartment, safety in numbers and all that. The only exception being Ethan who had an Econ study group that he couldn’t get out of.
Chad took a seat on the fluffy comforter. “To be fair, it was also for my benefit too … I love this album.” He chuckled, patting his lap for you to sit on.
Not as a comfort for you, but for him. Woodsboro had messed with his mind rightfully so. He was never the type to have anxiety or panic attacks until the events of last year that landed him in the hospital and heaps of therapy. While you may not have been part of the “Core 4” as he liked to call it, you still knew in detail what happened to Sam, Chad, Tara, and Mindy.
Mostly because Mindy interrogated you for two hours when she found out her twin brother asked you on a date. Didn’t matter that you were roommates with Sam and Tara, she needed to know you in depth for her own peace of mind. She had to be careful, and you understood that, answering all of her questions and giving her access to whatever social media accounts or text messages within reason. You couldn’t imagine the pain they had all been through and just wanted to help put their minds at ease.
Plus, you really liked Chad, he seemed worth the effort.
They wanna see us fallin’ apart
Wrapping your silk robe around your body, you cuddled into your boyfriends arms. Resting your head in the crook of his neck and listening to his heart beating rapidly. “I really wish I could do something about all of this.” You whispered to him, placing a kiss on his neck.
“Oh yeah?” He replied. “What are you gonna do, huh? Fight them?” Chad joked, playfully shadow boxing before wrapping his arms around your torso.
You nodded. “Man if I see that fucker I’m kicking them in the balls!” You laughed, trying to get a smile on his face. “Or the tits … or both I don’t know. I’ll try something and see what lands.” A soft hand caressed your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. Just like that his smile was gone. “No, but, seriously. I know I’ll never understand what happened to you and it’s painful for me to see you this way and not be able to help or protect you, Baby.”
Let me in, to your heart
“It isn’t your job to protect me, Y/N.” Chad counters. “I’m responsible for you. I have to make sure that you make it home to your family when the years over in one piece and not a … not a body bag or an urn.”
All at once it’s like the Earth stopped. Chad’s fears, his anxieties, it all just clicked for you in a flashing moment.
“You think what happened to Liv is going to happen to me …” You trailed off quietly, watching his eyes get glossy for a brief second. He’s mentioned Liv once or twice to you before when telling you the trauma he’s been through. How because of that loss he has triggers and multiple reasons why he needs your location on at all times. “Chad, that was not your fault.”
“But—”
You put a gentle finger to his lips. “But nothing.” You shook your head, standing up from his lap and facing him directly. “The people who were responsible for that, are dead now, they’re gone. You did everything in your power to help her, okay baby? Try to not beat yourself up about that.”
This is the end of us, sleepin’ with the moon and the stars
With care, you placed your hand at the back of his neck. Pulling him in for a quick kiss to try and settle his nerves and bring him comfort. What was supposed to be a short moment turned into something more as Chad pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss.
His large hands were attached to your bare hips, robe open and exposing your lingerie you picked out for bed. You kept the sexy pieces from Savage X Fenty in a special drawer for when your boyfriend came over, tonight seeming like a good night to lift his spirits with peek-a-boo bras and garter sets.
I really love you, girl
“Can you just be with me?” He asked quietly when he broke the kiss. “I need you close, Babygirl.”
Girl, you really got a hold on me
You nodded, climbing on top of your boyfriend and throwing the robe to the side of your bed. In one fell swoope, Chad’s shirt had been removed, exposing his toned body that you could never stop staring at. Even after five months of being together he was still so fine to you. It’s like you were seeing him for the first time.
So this isn’t just puppy love
While you were distracted, Chad swept you underneath him, switching your positions immediately. His eyes were swimming all over your body, drinking you in as if you were a figment of his imagination that would fade soon. He wanted to remember every single detail as if he hadn’t been exploring your body for months.
His fingertips floated over your bra straps, shimmying them down and out of his way so he could kiss your collarbones and shoulder blades. You were perfect to him, which is why part of him felt guilty for dragging you into this. It would only be a matter of time before Ghostface came for you simply because you were linked to him.
He just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
One of your best bras, Chad’s favorite actually, was thrown to the floor. His fingers hooked the string of your thong and began peeling it off of your skin when a loud bang came from the other side of the door. His mouth hovered over your nipple, flicking it with his tongue, before accidentally biting it after being startled.
“Fu—” you started to say, Chad covering your mouth before you could scream in pain.
With fearful eyes he tried to soothe you. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, it’s my stupid sisters fault.”
“Sex is a big no-no!” Mindy shouted from behind the door. “If you guys wanna make it through the night take a cold shower, Chad, and sleep out here with us. I get Y/N’s hot but let’s exercise some self control here.”
Chad rolled his eyes. “I am a grown man and …. did you just say my girlfriend is hot? What the hell, Mindy?” You boyfriend furrowed his brows in annoyance and disbelief.
“Duh! And she knows she is.” The other twin retorted.
“It’s true.” You shrugged. “Thanks, Mindy.” You hollered before turning to your boyfriend. “You almost bit my fucking nipple off, genius.” You hit him on the shoulder.
Chad shook his head, too many questions running through his mind about the entire exchange he just witnessed but he decided to ignore it for now. “Oh shut up and just kiss me. So we can finish what we started.”
A loud bang came from the room behind yours, Quinn’s room, and it didn’t sound like the banging you heard earlier this week or even last night. “Oh fuck.” You huffed.
Chad glanced at you, realization and then fear present in his eyes. A blood curdling scream rang throughout the apartment. You shot up from your bed, rummaging around for clothes to quickly put on. The banging was louder and louder as something … no, someone, was trying to break down the connecting door that luckily was locked.
“Grab something, Y/N, hurry!” Chad screamed. Throwing on his burgundy tee over his body before turning to you. He grabbed his Blackmore University sweatshirt and threw it at you. “Put this on, come on.” He rushed.
You threw his hoodie on, grabbing some dirty Omega Beta Zeta sweat-shorts from your hamper and jumping into them. The door burst open and flew off of the hinges. The black robed demon that haunted Chad’s dreams had returned and was merely a few feet behind you.
In tears and terror you yelped. Thinking quick on your feet you jumped on top of your bed and avoided a knife in your shoulder.
“Babe!” Chad screamed.
You grabbed your bedside lamp made of heavy pink salt, thank you to your aunt who worked at an apothecary shop, ripping it from its plug and throwing it at the Ghostface killer. It hit the murderer in their head, knocking them down temporarily.
Chad grabbed your arm violently, yanking you in his direction to safety and to find the others to warn them. If they hadn’t already heard the commotion in your room. Just when he thought you were in the clear for now, you screamed at the top of your lungs.
Ghostface lunged for you, stabbing you through your thigh before you could jump off of your bed—and twisting the knife. You slipped off of your comforter and landed on the floor with a thud. The wind being knocked out of you and you couldn’t speak.
Dark red, nearly black, blood was oozing out of your wound and getting into every crevice in your bedroom. Chad scooped you up without a second thought. “It’s gonna be okay.” He assured you and assured himself. He would protect you, what happened to Liv wouldn’t happen to you. It couldn’t.
He couldn’t experience this again.
Chad held you like a baby while you cried. Curled into his chest all you could do was smell the blood dripping from your leg and onto his clothes. “Run!” Chad called out to everyone.
The living room was emptied out. Everyone scattering as they heard the attacks and his cries. Chad made a straight shot for the door with Tara following close behind. Accidentally leaving her sister and the others who decided to barricade themselves in Sam’s room as Ghostface ran after them.
“Where is she hurt?” Tara asked, running down the steps with her friends, trying to not slip on the blood pooling.
You took a deep breath. “It’s … it’s my leg.” You forced an answer. Trying to stay awake but you felt so fucking tired. “Bastard stabbed me through my thigh.”
“Hey!” Chad said, stepping down the last stair before the main lobby. “Hey, baby, you gotta stay with me okay?!”
“We can’t …. we can’t leave them.” You whispered. Leaning into Chad’s chest and your eyes fluttering closed before he woke you up.
Your boyfriend ran out of the apartment building, looking around him to remember which block the nearest emergency room was. “Right now you’re my priority. As soon as we get you to the hospital we can call the police.”
You looked at Tara, tears streaming down her face and traces of mascara rubbed beneath her eyes. She looked terrified, she was terrified. For her sister, for her friends, and of course for you. You hadn’t gone through Woodsboro but now, now you’d begin to fully understand what had happened to your friends.
Tara nodded in agreement, trying to give you a small smile but it was pained. It was fake. You laid into Chad and just allowed yourself to feel everything you were feeling. Wondering if you’d be running from Ghostface for the rest of your life or if your injuries would be fatal.
Only time would tell in this fucked up franchise.
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strbymacaroon · 3 months
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Silent Love: Ch. 5 - "Good Guy."
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⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Four
Previous Chapter: Project Week
Chapter One: New Roommate(s)
Master-List: Here!
.・゜゜・ 。・゚゚・ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader
⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:
When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.
However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.
You hate him.
⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:
College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.
Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 10,040
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・ 。゚☆:  *・ November 27th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆゚.
Monday
The weekend was… tense. 
That pissed you off. 
It still pisses you off.
You’re still hurt, too. 
Yuuji notices, he has yet to ask, but knowing that you came home upset with Sukuna after being happy the whole day with him, he has a feeling he knows the reason. “Do you want to watch this movie?” Yuuji asks, looking over his shoulder. 
You take your eyes off the computer, looking at the TV. “No, that one looks sad.” You look back at your screen, “Can you play a comedy, or something?” You jump up at a thought for a moment, “Oh, wait, I know what, play the movie Selena.” 
Yuuji tilts his head, “Selena?” He turns back to the TV, searching up the name on Netflix. 
You nod, “Mhm, Selena, I have a feeling you’re going to like her.” You continue typing away at the computer while glancing at your notebook. You’re content with all the information you gathered during the week, however, you don’t know how to go about Sukuna’s “Mental Evaluation.”
Now that the two of you aren’t talking–aren’t even looking at each other–it feels wrong to write about him, more a less do your project on him. You sigh, dropping your head on your keyboard, “I hate this project, and I hate Gojo.” 
Yuuji doesn’t respond, already sucked into the movie. Which is what you expected, Selena has that effect on people, even in her young age of childhood. You can’t imagine how Yuuji’s going to react when he finally sees her grown and a singer. 
You shiver, the window no longer flooding the sun’s light, “Yuuji, I’m cold.” You whisper. 
Yuuji waves his hand, “I have some extra blankets in my room, you can grab one–oh! There’s also some snacks in there, too. Bring them so we can watch the movie.” He starts to stand up, “I can help you find them–” 
“No, it’s okay.” You put your hand out, stopping him while you stand up. “You enjoy the movie, I’ve seen it a million times with my mom. I practically have it memorized by now.” Yuuji nods, while you make your way to his room. 
For a moment you pause and look at Sukuna’s door. It’s the same it’s been this whole weekend, closed and silent. It makes your stomach turn. You want to knock, you want to give Sukuna the benefit of the doubt, you really do, but you can’t. A part of you wishes you could go back in time and listen to what he had to say when he called your name on Friday, but you’re scared–no, you're terrified. 
You want to know if he was going to apologize. Yet, another part of you knows that isn’t the case. And that is what scares you. You care for Sukuna, you lik–you shake your head–the idea of him rejecting you, or using you is terrifying. 
What if he just tells you to leave him alone? You can’t bear to hear that again. You can’t bear to be a girl he forgets about. It’s so stupid. You’re being so stupid, you genuinely hate it.
You bite the corner of your bottom lip, pushing Yuuji’s door open and flicking on the switch. Only to quickly realize, it doesn't work, to be honest, you’re not entirely surprised by that, you were expecting much worse. Even when you open his closet and grab the snacks and blanket, you were expecting his unopened lego box collection to fall on you, luckily, it didn’t. 
You wrap yourself with the blanket, and hold the snacks between your arms, “Yuuji, I think I found all of the snacks.” You yell from his room, closing the door behind you, “Your lego sets almost killed me, but–” You feel your stomach drop, your words dying. Your fingers almost go slack, but you catch yourself, tightening your grasp on the snacks in exchange. 
Sukuna pressing his lips together, his eyes moving up and down your frame, before naturally looking at the women besides him. He can see your expression sour from the corner of his eye, and it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably. 
The blonde woman laughs, “Oh, hi, baby. It’s been a hot second, huh?” She gives you a satisfied smile, her hands hanging on her hips, “Interesting look you got going there.” She points at you, her finger moving up and down your outfit. 
It feels weird… knowing that he’s looking at you after actively avoiding you the whole weekend, and refusing to even breathe in your direction. You give both of them an uncomfortable look, “I’m home? What do you expect me to look like?” You want to move past them, you really do, but that feels embarrassing and uncomfortable. Besides… you’ve made a point to only wear your cute pajamas now that you live with two guys. 
She wrinkles her nose, “Who knows.” She turns to Sukuna’s door, pushing it open with confidence. “Something that looks even a bit cute.” She enters the room with a happy skip, leaving you and Sukuna alone in the hall. 
You look to the side, a bit of a hurt expression gracing your face. 
Sukuna mindlessly mirrors your body language, but keeps his eyes on you. He’s observing you, looking at the snacks in your hands, along Yuuji’s thick blanket wrapped around your shoulder. He can hear his little brother watching a movie in the living room, a part of him wonders if it’s a movie night. Another part of his wonders if he can–
“Can you move?” Your eyes are still looking away from him, your fingers tight around the bags of snacks, you can hear them crinkle underneath your fingers. “Yuuji’s waiting for me.” 
Sukuna bites the inside of his cheek, nodding. He pushes himself to the wall, watching as you pass him. He can smell you shampoo and perfume, he can also see the way your eyes look a bit glossy. But, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say, and most importantly, he doesn’t want to say anything. 
You bite your bottom lip the moment you enter the living room, quickly wiping your eyes as you move behind Yuuji. Hugging him from behind while the blanket engulfs both of you. You close your eyes, sighing into his trapezius, completely relaxing into his body. You’re a bit surprised he can hold up your whole weight without even flinching. 
Yuuji keeps his attention to the screen while asking, “You okay?” You nod into his shirt, letting your arms drape over his shoulder as you hold him close. He just nods, leaning into you and taking one of the snacks you took from his room. 
You open your mouth, your eyes blurring and turning glossy again as Yuuji pops a chip into your mouth.Stupid Sukuna. Why is liking you so fucking hard? 
“I think I’m in love.” Yuuji mindlessly mumbles.
You laugh a tiny bit, moving away from him and back to your computer. “Don’t worry, I was too.” You’re back to typing away, stealing glances at the TV, but mostly Yuuji. Drinking up all his reactions to the movie. “Hate the way it feels, though.”
“I invited Nobara and Megumi.” He tells you randomly, looking at you with glossy eyes. “I’m sorry, but this movie is too good to watch alone.” He wipes his eyes with the back of his hands, “I also told them to bring pizza and tissues.” He smiles to himself, “Also those delicious cheese sticks from Claim Jumpers.”
You smile, happy Yuuji can give you some semblance of a break. If anything, you’re more than grateful you’ve met Yuuji. Of course, technically, he is the one who brought you into this mess, but is the same one who manages to make everything feel better. 
You nod into him, “Great call, babe.”
Megumi’s eye twitches, “What the hell is going on?” He’s looking at you like you're the reason. Which… you are, but he’s not supposed to automatically assume that. “Why is Yuuji crying…? Again?” Megumi places his hand over his eyes, and you swear you can hear him whisper, ‘Why is he always crying?’
You sheepishly play with the end of your shirt, “I introduced him to Selena, and this is the first time he’s seeing the movie.” You scratch your cheek, glancing back to Yuuji with a worried expression, “Uh, I didn’t expect it to affect him… this much.” 
Megumi furrows his eyebrows, his eyes twitching for a moment, “Oh…” He places the pizza on the dining room table, along with passing Yuuji the box of tissues. “I thought he was joking, but…” He’s giving Yuuji and uncomfortable look. 
Nobara looks at the screen, shaking her head. “Ah, no, it’s Selena. Completely reasonable.” She pops open the pizza box, picking a silence. “Cried my eyes out the first time she showed me this movie.” She bites the pizza with a distant expression, mumbling, “Memories.”
You grab a slice too, “I did, too. I just thought Yuuji would absolutely love Selena.” You glance at him, watching as he’s absolutely engrossed in the movie, you laugh a bit before grabbing a napkin and sitting down next to him, lifting the pizza to his mouth so he can take a bite. “Besides, this is supposed to be sad.” 
Megumi looks at the screen, “The music is nice.” 
“How can you listen to this song and not cry?” Nobara adds, however, she's eyeing you and Yuuji. “Dreaming of you," is a certified cry song. Something you listen to when your heart is breaking, you need a good cry, or just need a good song to listen to.”
You nod feverishly, agreeing with Nobara. Passing Yuuji another bite of his pizza. “Nobara gets it, Megumi, we just need to convert you now.” 
“Hard pass.” He sits down at the table, scrolling through his phone. 
You laugh. 
“You and Yuuji seem close.” Nobara sits down next to you with a smile, “Something happened during the week you’ve been here?” She wiggles her shoulder suggestively, passing you a look you can’t help but roll your eyes at. 
But, it’s quickly replaced with shock when her words settle in your mind, “It’s only been a week?!” There’s actually no way. “Oh my god, please say you’re lying.”
“It hasn’t.” Megumi shakes his head, which gives you some form of relief, before he quickly adds, “More like two.” For some reason, that makes it even worse. 
You’re almost spiraling at that, how the hell has it only been two weeks?! You blink a few times, “Uh, that’s amazing…” You let Yuuji take another bite of the food, “I genuinely don’t think that I’m going to make it till the end of finals.” 
Nobara leans her head on your shoulder, but a small worried look graces her face. “Hey, are you okay?” She examines your face, noticing the bags and dreariness in your eyes. “You look rough. Mostly tired.” Then, she gasps like a madwoman, her eyes growing with excitement. “Wait, don’t tell me! You and Suk–”
“I won’t tell you.” You cut her off, taking an aggressive bite into the pizza. Only to remember that the pizza isn’t yours, it’s Yuuji, and you internally scold yourself. You look at Yuuji, then Megumi, then back at Nobara, whispering, “At least, not right now…”
This makes Nobara light up, “Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!” She whispers back excitedly, jumping up slightly. She grabs your shoulders, wiggling you, “I’m actually so jealous, I can’t believe you actually—“
“Stop assuming things.” You whisper aggressively, narrowing your eyes, “I’ll tell you later.” You pout, looking at the screen with furrowed eyebrows. “That’s if I still like you by them.” You mumble.  
“I’m totally sleeping over.” Nobara says with a smirk, letting her head fall on your nape, “Girls night, you need to fill me in on all the shit the two of you did together.” 
Yuuji passes you a questionable look, which makes you groan, pushing her away and mumbling, “Shut up.” Yet, Nobara is quick at your side again. 
“Did you bring the cheese sticks?” Yuuji asks, looking at Megumi, he cocks his head in your direction, “We’ve been waiting patiently for them.”
You swear you imagined it, but you swear that you can see Megumi's subtle smile. Looking down at his feet while he bites the side of his cheek, a small huff of air leaving his nose. His voice comes in shaky as he says, “C-Cheese sticks?” 
Nobara burst into a fit of laughter, falling on her back while she points and laughs at the two of you. You give her a questionable look, confused on her amusement, “What? What’s so funny?” You look at Yuuji for support, only to see his equally confused expression, “We literally just want our cheese sticks.” 
Nobara’s laughter grows more frantic, while Megumi’s subtle smile turns into a full on laugh.
Yuuji raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, you mimic his actions. “What? They’re good?” He says quietly, confused on what could possibly be so funny. 
Nobara points at Yuuji, trying to collect herself as she forces out, “W-Wait, you call them cheese sticks?” She wipes her eyes. 
Yuuji’s eyebrows furrow, absolutely confused. “Yeah? What… what else would they be called?” He laughs awkwardly, passing the two of them an unsure smile.
Nobara looks at you for a second, laughing lightly. “Yuuji, babe, love of my life. Man I will marry, and love for the rest of my days. Pray that one day I will die hand to hand with.” She hugs him, pushing you out of the way. “They’re called mozzarella sticks.” She whispers. 
Yuuji shakes his head, “Yeah, no. They’re not.” He looks at Megumi, desperately in your opinion, “Megumi, tell her. They’re cheese sticks, right?” There’s a bit of uneasiness in his voice, almost shaky.
Megumi slowly looks to the side, taking a bite of his pizza. “Yuuji…” He softly starts, keeping his composure, “I could’ve sworn we talked about this a little while ago, and..” 
Yuuji shakes his head, “Don’t tell me.” 
Megumi nods, “I’m sorry to tell you… again.”
“I feel sick.” He grabs your shirt, calling your name desperately, “Be here for me, be on my side, what are they called…?” You swear you can see some tears pearling in his waterline. 
“Uh..” You pass an unsure glance at Nobara, “Are they really called mozzarella sticks?” Your question is just as uneasy as Yuuji is right now, and you think rightfully so. Was your whole childhood a lie?
Nobara gives you a somber look, looking down and closing her eyes. Almost as if you told her your favorite celebrity had finally gotten into a relationship with someone. “I’m… not sorry.” 
Yuuji hunches over, grabbing his stomach. “Wow…” He whispers, “I feel like my life has changed.” He shakes his head, grabbing his mouth, “And, not for the better…” You pat his back accordingly, this is just as equally as a tragedy to you, as it is to Yuuji.
“So, every time I’ve gone to Claim Jumpers with you guys and asked for cheese sticks, the waiters just?... never corrected me?” Yuuji looks absolutely shocked, passing you a glance, “So, yesterday when we ordered some, we must’ve looked like dumbasses.” 
You let out a breath of disbelief, “What the hell…?”
Nobara plots herself on the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh, “I can’t believe you idiots thought they’re called cheese sticks.” She waves her hand cockily, “If you guys look like idiots, obviously the two of you are.”
Yuuji narrows his eyes at her, “Did you even bring them?” 
Nobara loudly laughs, “No.” 
“So, tell me babe.” Nobara slides the shirt you lended to her over her head, then jumps on your bed. “What’s going on between you two? Friends with benefits, situationship, maybe even secretly dating?” She smirks to herself, whispering, “Secretly dating…” One more time for good measure. 
You kick your lounge shorts to the side, bending down and grabbing some sleeping pants to keep warm, “None of that, Nobara.” You push your hair over your shoulder, “You and your imagination, I swear.” 
“Not true, I’m just trying to get the juicy details.” She gives you an annoyed look, pointing at your body, “I’m sorry, but with how hot you are and how unfairly hot Sukuna is, there had to be so much sexual tension, I’m so upset I couldn’t have seen it.” 
“Nobara!” You say, a bit louder than you would’ve liked. “I don’t like him right now, and you’re making it really hard for me to take you seriously.” Your face is burning up, her implications slowly starting to get to you. 
“Yeah, sure, honey.” Nobara places her hand over her lips to hide her catty smile, looking to the side and singing, “I’m sure you “hate” him.” She uses her free hand to make a lewd motion that looks similar to intimately shaking a soda bottle. 
You feel your eyes twitch, your face burning up even more. “Oh my god. I’m goin–I hope you kill yourself.” You place your face in your hands, shaking your head, “No. I’m going to kill myself, I swear…” 
She laughs, leaning back in your bed and picks up the stuffed bunny she gave you long ago. “You love me so much, I know, I know.” Yet, her face falls a bit, “Okay, but, seriously. Are you okay? You look… tired. More so than normal.” 
You press your lips together, moving to your vanity and sitting down in front of the mirror. Pulling at the bottom of your eyes, “Yes.” You shrug, “I don’t know, but…” You sigh, already knowing Nobara is going to absolutely lose her mind, “The whole week was–” You shake your head, just pull off the bandaid, “We did something on Friday at the party.” 
Nobara blinks a few times, before screaming into the bunny excitedly, “No way! No way! Yes, way!” She wiggles her shoulders, hugging the bunny, “You have to tell me everything that happened, did you suck him out?” She loudly gasps, “Did he suck you off? Or… eat you out?”
“No!” You yell at her, throwing a lipliner at her head. Which she dodges with ease, you turn back to the mirror, “Oh my god, can you like not for five seconds?” 
Nobara gives you an exasperated look, “What? I’m sorry but, can you blame me?” She taps her chest, “You’ve never done anything with anyone, you can’t be mad because I’m excited for you.” She does sound excited, but you wish it was directed somewhere else right now. 
You grab a wet wipe, removing your makeup, “I know and I would be too, if it wasn’t for–” You falter, your hand pausing, “Right before I…” You feel your face heat up, “When I was close to finishing, he–” 
Nobara tilts her head, sitting up in your bed and looking at you through the mirror. “Close to finishing? He was getting you off?” She smiles a bit, “Babe, you can’t throw these hot single lines at me and not tell me the juicy details.” 
“..Yes, he was… you know.” You let your eyes move to the side, “We were doing stuff at a party… in a laundry room, while my clothes were getting washed.” 
Nobara gawks at this, “Oh my god… I’m so jealous.” She shakes her head, “Okay, I’m sorry, actually continue now.” 
You continue whipping your eyes, “Remember how I told you about our deal? About how we’d only be friends for like a week for the project, then just kind of forget about each other?” You press your lips together. 
Nobara looks to the side in thought, “Maybe, I don’t–just tell me what happened?” 
“He threw it in my face while we were doing that.” You bite your bottom lip, “Told me he was happy I finally gave in before the week was over.” You toss the makeup wipe on your desk, pushing yourself away from the vanity. “I just–I like him, Nobara, and I know I shouldn’t, but I do. And, I thought he liked me too, he was starting to be… human, but I guess not…” 
Nobara wraps her arms around you, “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.” She rubs your back, pulling away while her hands stay on your shoulders, “I genuinely feel so shitty now, I really didn’t know. You don’t deserve that.” 
“You were distracted by his hot face.” You give her a small smile, but there’s some pain littered through it. “I don’t blame you, I was too.” 
Nobara laughs for a moment, “I get it, my asshole has a hot face, too.” She leans close, her cheek touching yours, “He also knows how to use his hands.” 
“Tell me about it.” You pull her on your bed, pulling the thick blanket over your heads. Creating a small fort of sorts. “And now he’s in his room with the girl he told me he blocked.” You think for a moment, “Actually, it’s the girl he blocked twice, one of them then he told me to do.” 
Nobara makes a face, it’s a bit smug, “Okay, I know we hate him right now, but like…?” She lifts her hands, moving them up and down as if she were balancing something. “Ate…” She laughs a bit, “Devoured… I fear.” 
You place your hand over your mouth, shouting a small, “I know.” Before shaking your head, “Okay, stop, I’m supposed to hate him right now.” You look to the side, “But, yeah, I totally ate that shit up. He could’ve asked me to strip and I probably would’ve done it.” You shake your head, “Back on topic. Hate him, we hate him.” 
“Back to hating him.” Nobara says completely seriously. Creating an ‘x’ with her hands. “He’s not even that hot.”
You nod in agreement, before thinking, “Well… let’s not be crazy here.” 
Nobara sighs, “I know..” She says a bit disappointed, “I thought lying to ourselves would make us feel better, but I’m afraid I feel the same.” You nod in agreement. 
Your eyes light up, remember something, “By the way, I hope you brought some headphones.” You reach for yours, wiggling them in the air. 
Nobara gives you a questionable look, before slowly saying, “Why?” She takes them from you, allowing her fingers to run over the cold metal. They’re heavy, and feel really nice. She puts them on, and instantly notices their sound proof. 
That makes her stomach turn a bit. 
You pull them off her head, letting them fall into your lap. “Haven’t I told you what happened on my first day here?” You tap your bottom lip, thinking for a moment, “I could’ve sworn I did…”
“You probably did.” She falls back on your bed, getting comfortable in your soft sheets. “Sometimes I just stop listening, you tend to yap a lot.” She cattily smirks, closing her eyes completely pleased with herself. 
“I will make you sleep with Yuuji tonight, Nobara. Don’t test me.” You deadpan, grabbing a pillow and slapping it over her face. She dramatically puts one of her hands in the air. You smile at this, “I know you’re not going to be happy with how loud he snores.”
“No! Not again, I’ve been hit!” She laughs into the pillow, “Oh, but please do. I’m sure adding more blackmail into my Yuuji collection will make me happy.” She pulls the pillow away from her face, tapping your cheek. “There’s no winning for you here, babe.” 
You slap her hand away from your face, “I hate you.” 
・ 。゚☆:  *・ November 28th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆゚.
Tuesday
Eating breakfast with Yuuji is an activity you didn’t think you would miss, until right now. 
Yuuji hands you a paper towel, “Now, watch me.” He places the paper towel over the bowl, covering the flakes underneath the towel. “Watch carefully.” He whispers, now placing his palm over the towel and applying pressure to it, crushing the flakes underneath his palm. 
“Why are we–how does this enhance the eating experience, Yuuji?” You mimic his actions, feeling the flakes awkwardly poke and prod at your skin under the pressure.
“Trust me, I’ve done this since I’ve gained consciousness.” Yuuji reassures, peeling off the paper towel and looking at the now small flakes, then nodding to himself in approval. “Perfect, now we can add the milk. 
You remove your towel and allow Yuuji to pour in the milk, swirling your spoon in the food. “Okay, and I’m allowed to eat it now, right?” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, “You won’t throw out my food again, right?” 
Yuuji sighs, taking a bite of the cereal while mumbling, “Don’t patronize me.” 
You follow suit, taking a bite of the food and humming with satisfaction. “Yuuji…” You begin, chewing your food slowly to build suspense. Placing your finger in a curve above your lips. 
Yuuji’s eyes light up with excitement, nodding his head excitedly, “Yeah!” 
You nod a few more times, taking another spoonful and chewing slowly. “Yes, I see.” You look him dead in the eye, “It’s… exactly the same.” That’s not a complete lie, but you can admit it’s more fun to eat now. Less poky and hard. 
Yuuji collapses on the floor, crumbling to his knees. “You kill me a little every single day.” He sticks his tongue out, a small ‘bleh!’ leaving his mouth, “If I die at the ripe age of forty, I’m blaming you.”
You laugh, patting his head while you continue to eat your food. “It’s okay Yuuji, I’ll probably be in my death bed right next to you.” You quickly finish your meal, placing it in the sink while lowering Yuuji’s bowl to his height. Allowing him to take it from your hands and continue his food. 
“I’m going to be getting ready.” You pat his head again, a part of you tempted to kiss his head, but you suffice with the head pat. “You enjoy your food, babe, I’ll be getting changed.” You start to walk to your room, before pausing for a moment, “Also, I’m not going to my classes today.” 
Yuuji stuffs his face with food, while his eyebrows pull together in a worried expression. “What, why?” He stands up, shoving his plate in the sink. “Are you not feeling well? Or, did something else happen?” He’s worried, which is endearing.
“No, I’m okay.” You reassure him, and continue to your room with Yuuji behind you. “I just have some work to catch up on, and some other stuff happening.” You wave your hand dismissively, “Some family stuff I need to work out with my parents.” 
Yuuji pouts, “Oh, I hope everything works out, then…” He scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks tinting in red ever so slight, “If… if you have anything you want to talk about, I know Nobara is your best friend and all, but you can talk to me, too.” 
You stop, looking at him from your shoulder with a bit of a dumbfounded look, before a smile builds on your lips. Immediately turning on your heel and hugging him, arms snuggly around his torso. “Don’t worry, Yuuji, it’s nothing bad.” You squeeze him a bit tighter, then pull away while smiling at him. “And, thank you.” You tilt your head, “I hope you can also come to me with any problems you might have.”
Yuuji smiles at that, nodding eagerly. “I promise I will!” 
“You make it sound like you’re going to look for a reason to cry in my arms now.��� You move to your door, pushing it open with a small huff. 
“Maybe, I am.” Yuuji grabs his red converse and sits down on the floor to put them on, “Uhg! Ouh!...” He groans, placing his fist against his chest as if he stabbed himself, “I think I’ve been stabbed, or worse…” He lets his head fall, “I think my childhood trauma is coming back again.”
You laugh, moving from your door and hugging his head, pulling it into your chest. “Awh, my poor poor baby, it’s okay.” You tap his head, kissing his hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” 
Yuuji lets his hands fall slack to his sides, you can feel his lashes blinking, tickling your skin slightly. “I…” He slowly starts, a bit unsure, “Uh, I don’t know if I weirdly like this, or really, really hate it.”
You loudly laugh, finally standing back up, “Maybe, you’re touched deprived.” You enter your room, “It’s okay if you are, Yuuji, we all are.” You glance at your room, the clock on your drawer catching your attention. It makes you loudly gasp, “Wait, Yuuji, it’s almost time for the bus to be here!” 
Yuuji panics, shoving his shoes on while not bothering to tie the laces. “Oh crap! I completely forgot about the time!” He pushes himself on his feet, running into his room and grabbing his bag, sloppily throwing it over his shoulders.
You giggle a bit, pushing yourself on the hallway wall and letting him pass you, “Have a good day Yuuji, I’ll wait for you to come back.” You kindly wave goodbye, but it’s not returned, which you don’t dwindle too much on. 
You move to your room, picking out an outfit which was somewhat suitable for a nice day in, while being equally as comfortable. Some black yoga pants, with some white socks and matching leg warmers, along with an oversized gray sweatshirt.
You’re quick to grab your computer, opening it up only to get an unfavorable reminder of the unfinished project you have yet to complete. It’s definitely… close to being complete, but close in the sense of; You feel like it’s only a few more paragraphs, but the moment you start writing you realize how much more you have to add before it’s actually done. 
Whatever, you have the whole day to try and complete it. 
You open your contacts, click your father’s name for a facetime and hold your breath until he picks up. You’re immediately greeted by his forehead when he does answer, which makes you stifle a small laugh. 
“Hi, dad.” You whisper, waving politely as you scoot back and lean on your bed, your computer propped on the small coffee table, “You need to bring the phone back more, so I can see you.” You say with a small laugh. 
“Oh.” He extends his arm all the way, letting you see the room he’s in and a good chunk of his body. “Is that better?”
You laugh, nodding your head, “Mhm, it’s perfect.” You grab a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders, “You can set up the phone on something, that way you don’t have to hold it.” You point at the desk behind him, “Set it up on your desk.”
You dad nods, setting up the camera–with a few slips–and nodding to himself in pride once it sits comfortably on the light. “I got it, baby, I told you I could do it.” He gives you a cheeky thumbs up, before narrowing his eyes at the phone. 
You mimic his actions, before crossing your legs over one another, “Do you like the place? I get free accommodation for this month.” You say with an unsure smile, twisting your computer to let the camera record the whole room. 
“Nothing is for free…” He tells you with an unimpressed expression. 
“No, I’m very much living here for free.” You push your hair behind your shoulders, “Although, I do have to live with…” You cringe, taking in a deep breath. “I have to live with two brothers…” You awkwardly wait for your father’s reaction, but it doesn’t come. Which makes you feel even worse if he just scolds you. 
He thinks for a moment, “Are they making you clean or cook for them? Or worse?” He grabs his chest, “...Are they–are they distracting you from your studies?” He seems extremely distressed by this idea, almost tearing up.  
You slap your head, “No, dad, they’re not distracting me from my studies, or making me clean or cook for them.” You lean on the table, resting your cheek on your hand, “You already know I can’t cook for the life of me.” 
Your dad thinks again, “Huh, I guess you’re right.” He sighs, “What are we going to do with you?” He stands up, “Here, I’m guessing you want to see your mom, I’ll go get her for you.” He pretends it’s a chore, dragging his feet on the ground, while loudly sighing, before laughing to himself and prancing away. 
You giggle, waiting patiently for your mom. When she does, she sits on the chair of the desk, passing you a small wave. Her face is extremely relaxed, drooping a bit. 
You wave with a smile, “Hi mom.” 
You watch as she lifts her hands, waving back. Her face remains the same, uninteresting and droopy. Paralyzed, and unable to move. But, you know if she could, she would smile back at you. 
You feel your bottom lips wobble, before you narrow your eyes at her, “Have you been taking your meds? I know you tend to get off them.” You point your finger at her playfully, “I know you tend to go long without them, too. It’s probably why you can hear colors now.”
She laughs, but it’s more gargled and tiresome, mumbled in an inhuman way, her face remains the same, but her throat contracts with her laughter. She lifts her hands, telling you, “I have been taking them, doctor.” 
You nod approvingly, finally looking at her face again, “Good. I don’t want to make a call again.” It’s a bit humorous now, but not three weeks ago when your dad—with full seriousness—screamed at you, ‘She’s off her meds!’ Which… is the situation boiled down to something funny and simple. It unfortunately didn’t feel like that when it happened. 
“You are living somewhere new? I heard you said for free.” Your mother tells you, her hands are a bit shaky with age. It’s something you’ve grown used to. 
“Yeah, I made a friend and they offered their place to me when the original apartment didn’t work out.” You sigh, waving your hand dismissively, “I’ll tell you all about it when I come for Christmas. It’s a long story.”
Your mom pauses for a moment, and you know, if it weren’t for her paralyzed face, she would be smiling at you right now. It hurts when you think about something in that nature. “Can not wait to hear, baby.” 
You nod, a bit of worry falling over your face, “Are you okay? I’m sorry I had to leave so fast, but I couldn’t miss another week of school.” You shake your head, scratching the back of your head. “I’m actually really behind right now, and had to skip today…”
“Naughty girl.” She shakes her head, “I thought I taught you better. But, I’m alright, just a bad episode. Nothing I couldn’t tough through.” She taps her face, looking at it through the call, “Besides, who knew it would be that bad, right?” 
You can’t help but feel your chest tighten a small bit, “Yeah…” You lean to the side, trying to find a way to change the conversation. “But, uhm, how has the family been? Anything interesting happened in the few weeks I left?” You pass her a shaky uneven smile. 
“Thank you for coming.” Your mother tells you, “I’m sure it was scary to receive that call, I’m sorry I put you through that.” Ever since you were a teen, she developed the ability to read you like an open book. 
You pass her an empathetic smile, shaking your head softly, “Don’t worry, I was just freaking out. Besides, I’m always happy to help, it’s why I stayed so long, mom.” You wave your hand reassuringly. “I love you.” 
She nods, lifting her hand. She points her pinky up, then, her pointer and thumb. Followed by her pinky and thumb, while she presses the rest of your fingers to her palm. It’s a phrase you’re more used to reading from her, than you are hearing from her. “I love you.” 
It makes your chest squeeze, your eyes glossing over just a bit. 
The rest of the conversation is brief, saying a quick hi to your sibling, and telling a few details about your academic life. Mentioning a few names such as Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, and–of course–Sukuna. Of which she picks up on an unsure eyebrow quirk. 
She is all over that. All of which you shut down immediately. Well, not immediately… or very firmly. But, enough to where she’s sufficing with a small head nod.
Even when the end calls, you’re still reeling in slight embarrassment, cupping your face as you try to calm down. Curse, Sukuna. He can go away forever. Speaking of Sukuna, you really need to give that project more of your attention. 
You instinctively reach for your phone, for the video message recorded on it, only to remember, “Shit, I left it in the kitchen.” You open your door, moving to the kitchen. You can hear a muffled conversation, which you don’t think much of–unfortunately–in favor of your cellular device. 
You falter for a moment when your eyes land on the couple standing at the front door. Sukuna’s back is to you, leaning on the door frame, while the blonde woman is talking to him with a sweet smile. An airy laughing while occasionally pushing his shoulder, chest, or arm
You instantly want to turn back, come back to retrieve your phone in a few minutes, but before you can do that, you and the blonde woman lock eyes. Her sentence or obnoxious laugh–you can’t tell what the difference is–coming to a quick pause. 
She waves, grabbing Sukuna’s arm while saying, “Awh, look! It’s your little roomie.” She smiles, when Sukuna finally turns to look at you, “You should probably spend some time with her, I know she’s jealous since I have your attention.” 
You glare at her, hate and spite brewing in your head, venom to spite back at her bubbling your throat and burning to be let loose. But, you compose yourself, passing her a simple eye roll and walking to the kitchen to retrieve your phone. 
“Damn, looks like she’s scared of me.” She whines, “Looks like you aren’t his favorite anymore, huh?” She sings, tilting her head to the side, to peer at you from the door frame. “Don’t worry, I completely understand, I would be upset if I wasn’t his favorite toy anymore–”
“You’re ugly, and your sexy face is absolutely horrendous.” You tuck your phone into your yoga pocket, “I would know, I saw the picture.” You loosely point at Sukuna, “In fact, we laughed at you. Then, he told me to block you, for the second time.” You blink a few times, “Babe, we both know you’re not even a toy to Sukuna, you’re just a fly.” 
She blinks a few times, her eyes moving to Sukuna in some form of support, only to see it not given to her. It’s just a side profile of Sukuna looking at you while he bites the inside of his cheek. Is the fucker trying not to laugh at her?! She scoffs, turning on her heel and leaving the house. Slamming the door behind her. 
You’re upset, and Sukuna can see that. 
“You know, some support would’ve been nice?” You whisper, but your voice grows with spite as you add, “Defending myself is fucking embarrassing. Especially when you’re fucking her while I’m in the same house as you.” You go to the kitchen to grab your phone, tucking it into your pocket once you finally get it in your hands. 
Sukuna doesn’t say anything, “Things aren’t lik–” 
You shake your head, “I don’t want to hear it.” You wave him off, making your way back to your room. “You’re clearly too caught up in old nasty habits to be talked to.” You huff, instantly hugging yourself for some weird form of comfort.
Sukuna’s eye twitches, and something inside him snaps at your words. He doesn’t know why, but it sets him off, all the weird and unknown emotions from the weekend bubbling up and spitting venom at you. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Sukuna barks at you, moving after you with heavy footsteps. 
You instantly turn on your heel, making him stop dead in his tracks while you point at his face. “Don’t you even start with that! Don’t give me the innocent, ‘I did absolutely nothing!’ Bullshit, because you did. You know exactly what you did!” Suddenly, it feels like the stresses from the past weeks you’ve been through are boiling up and spitting out.
Sukuna takes a few steps back while shoving his head into his sweat pockets. “Sure, tell me then? What did I do?” He glares at you, passing you an annoyed eye roll. “What did I do to you that was possibly so fuckin’ bad?”
You scoff at this, rolling your eyes as you turn your head away from him. “Oh please, I know you’re not stupid, Sukuna. Why don’t you piece together the puzzle for me?” You wrinkle your nose, pinching the bridge of it.
“What? You’re going to be like every other girl and throw the ‘I was using you,’ excuse at me? God, that shit is so fuckin’ annoying.” He rolls his eyes, waving you off. “You’re acting like you’re so innocent and perfect, too pretty and sweet to ever hurt anyone.” 
You blink a disbelief, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 
Sukuna laughs at you, “Oh, as if you don’t know.” He pulls his hands out his pockets, sitting on the ledge of the couch. “You’re worse than me.” He looks away from you, licking his teeth, “I’ve seen the way you hang off Yuuji. Toying and touching his body. Then, follow me around with hearts in your eyes.” 
You scowl at him, “Are you kidding me?!” You slap your hands over your eyes, “I already told you me and Yuuji are just friends. How many times do I need to drill that into your head?!” 
Sukuna scoffs at that, “Right, and you��re telling me Yuuji knows that? That he’s just letting you do these things to him. Letting you get close and show him love without anything else behind it?” 
You can see where he's coming from, but you’re too pissed to care. You’re not looking at him, “Oh my god, what is this even about? I’ve already told you, no, I’m just his friend. I care about Yuuji, and I don’t want to do anything with him.” You explain, a bit desperately. “He is more than aware of that.” Yuuji knows I like you. 
“Right, you’re just so helpful. Never hurting anyone by saying or doing anything that could hurt them.” Sukuna rubs his face exasperated, “I swear, you’re just like everyone else–”
This makes you follow him into the living room, “I can’t believe you’re grouping me with other girls right now, I can’t believe you’re treating me like I’m some other girl you can just–” 
“Throw out?” He cuts you off, walking into the living room. Your expression falls at this, your shoulders tensing, while pain dancing between your eyes. Sukuna feeds off this. “Yeah, believe it or not, doll, you’re not that special, a week spent with me isn’t going to give you any sort of special treatment.” He laughs, pointing at the kitchen, “If you want, I can give you a cookie if that’ll make you feel better.”
You feel your eyebrows furrow, your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. “Why is it wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? It feels like you’re trying to hurt me right now.” You gesture at him, “I swear, you’re acting like you don’t know me.” 
“Because, I don’t. You don’t know me, I don’t know you, this is what we agreed on.” Sukuna throws his hands in the air annoyedly. 
“Stop saying that!” You can feel your eyes glaze over a bit, which makes you turn your back to him and move to the dining room table. “That whole deal–is fucking bullshit, stop bringing it up. It isn’t helping you right now.” 
You can hear Sukuna sigh, rolling his eyes as he says, “Right, completely forgot. How could I forget the amount of times you threw it in my face during the week. Shit, completely my fault.” 
You furrow your eyebrows at him, your jaw dropping a bit, “Are you mad at me?” You ask in shock, “Oh my god, wait, do you think you’re the victim here? Do you really think that I’m the bad guy, and you’re somehow–”
“You’re not the good guy.” Sukuna barks back, “Fuck. Why do you think you’re the good person here? You’re just like me–” 
“What are we talking about?!” You yell, “I have no idea why you’re mad at me–just tell me what’s wrong, or what I did wrong.” You sigh, leaning your head back slightly with exhaustion, “You can’t throw an argument in my face, when I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” 
“That makes it worse.” He tells you, a bit more calmly than before, “You have your reason why you’re angry with me, and I have mine.” 
“But, you can’t be mad at me over something I’ve never done!” You’re raising your voice again, and you will scold yourself later, but right now your emotions are all over the place. “Just tell me why you’re mad at me.” 
Sukuna bites his cheek, looking away with an annoyed expression, “Oh please, I know you’re not stupid, doll, why don’t you piece the puzzle together for me.” Instantly, your words from Thursday bounce in his head, and his chest tightens in pain. Now, this conversation hurts. 
It really hurts. 
“The stuff you said at the party.” You start, your hands shaking, this conversation is what you’ve been terrified to have. Now, you’re forced to have it with your emotions running wild, and no game plan on how to approach it. “You did stuff with me, knowing you were just going to dump me the next day.” 
Sukuna passes you an unreadable expression, “Don’t pretend you didn’t know that, you constantly reminded both of us.” He passes you a cocky smile, “Don't forget, you were the one who literally said you were a burner phone the day before. What else was that supposed to mean? I’m supposed to keep you around after I make the call?” 
“Are you seriously saying that since I was used, you didn’t need me anymore?” You’re in disbelief, but more importantly, in so much more pain. “You just want to toss me out?” 
It’s silent. 
It’s so silent, you can hear your heart beating in your heart. A part of you thinks you can hear Sukuna’s. 
Sukuna leans back on the arm rest of the couch, licking his canines as he looks away from you. “What else would burner phone mean?” He’s still not looking at you, but his expression isn’t filled with anger anymore, it looks more… pained. It looks like.. Sukuna is equally as hurt as you. “You said it yourself.” When he says your name to punctuate the sentence, it feels like a weapon stabbing into your chest. 
You feel your bottom lips wobble, “No, stop.” You whisper at him, “You knew, and I knew, that wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t just going to pretend nothing happened, the deal was a lie from the moment we made it. We knew this. You knew this.” You finally turn to look at him, finding composure to finally speak. “I know–and you can lie to my face, say you don’t care about me, but I know you do.” It’s scary to say that, knowing he may disagree. 
Sukuna stills at this, unsure of what to say, before forcing the words out, “Don’t flatter yourself.” He crosses his arms over his chest, “I swear, it’s like you actually like me.” 
You feel your eyes water again, “You’re so!–Ugh.” You twist your head away from him, whipping your eyes with the back of your hand. You absolutely hate that you can’t so much as yell without your eyes watering. 
Sukuna laughs, “Wait, don’t tell me…” He tilts his head to the side, trying to look at your face, “You want to be with me, you actually want to be with me?” He laughs again, his hand placed over his face, “That’s so funny. Didn’t I tell you to drop that stupid fuckin’ dream?” 
This makes you snap, yelling, “I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand that!” Your chest is hurting, your heart pounding in your chest. You’re lying right now, you’re lying to Sukuna and yourself, why are you lying right now?
Still, the words keep pouring out, “I would never want to be with you–be with someone like you. You’re terrible at communicating, an asshole, full of himself, and a horrible pers–” You slap your hand over your mouth, stopping yourself. 
Sukuna clenches his jaw, pushing himself off the couch, “You think so?” He laughs to himself, “You don’t even know how fuckin’ horrible I can get, you want to hurt?” He stands up straight, collecting himself in a way. 
It feels like your chest is tearing in pain, a part of you wants to ask, ‘What do you mean?’ But, you don’t have the strength, more or less the willpower to know the answer. What else could Sukuna possibly say to hurt you even more than now? A part of you is thankful he doesn’t finish, it’s a question left in the air, and you’re happy for that. You’re glad he has some power to not say something that will completely tear you apart. 
Sukuna sighs, nodding his head to himself, “But, I’m glad we can agree. Who would want to be with someone like you?” He says with a smile, but it’s uneven and shaky, almost wobbly, “So, does this mean you can stop bitching at me? You can finally hop off my dick and leave me the fuck alone.” 
You’re breathing shakily, you instantly open your mouth to spit more venom at him, before you stop. Letting silence fill the area, it is heavy, and painful. You can even hear Sukuna’s heavy breathing. “You don’t mean that…” It’s not even a whisper, but you know Sukuna can hear it. 
Sukuna doesn’t respond.
You finally feel your tears slide down your cheeks, hot and wet, “What are we even arguing about? Why are we arguing?” You sound tired, your voice is a bit strained and small. “If you want me to leave you alone–not talk to you, why are you arguing with me right now?” You thickly swallow, “You don’t just argue with someone you don’t care for, Sukuna.” 
Sukuna still doesn’t look at you, just walks to the kitchen and grabs his keys. “Sure.” He starts walking to the garage. When it clicks what he’s doing, you feel your heart squeeze in pain. 
He’s leaving. 
More tears slide down your cheeks, “Don’t leave.” You whisper, watching as he walks towards the garage door. “Please, don’t leave me.” You cup your face, trying to hide your tears. “I want to talk, let me talk to you…”
That seems to spark Sukuna, his body freezing mid step. You can see him shaking, his eyes trained on the doorknob. His lips together, his eyes narrowing, he slowly shakes his head. “I can’t.” He whispers, opening the door, then mouthing, ‘I’m sorry.’
When the door closes, you crumble to the floor. Sobbing with a heave as you break down. You wish you could go back in time to the beginning of the previous week, you wish you could take back everything you said, you wish you never agreed to Sukuna’s deal, and you wish… more than everything in this world. 
That you didn’t like Sukuna. You wish you didn’t fall apart over a stupid conversation, because he just doesn’t care about you. You wish the argument between the two of you wasn’t as painful as it is. 
You wish you could just hug him, and cry into his arms while he consoles you. Whispering, apologizing, and explaining how he feels. You just want to know what he’s feeling, what he thinks… You don’t believe he doesn’t care. 
You refuse to. 
It hurts too much to believe him. 
Little do you know, Sukuna crumbles to his feet with you. 
・ 。゚☆:  *・ November 14th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆゚.
Wednesday
Class was… it was something. You were distant, bored, and mentally not there. Even Gojo noticed something was wrong with you, but you shrugged him off. Nobara passed him an empathetic look, before quickly following after you. 
Even at your club, most of your peers were asking things along the lines of, ‘Are you okay?’ or, ‘Did something happen?’ and, ‘Do you just want to go home?’ maybe, ‘You look rough, president.’ But, it was all in vain, you remained silent the entire time. Keeping your attention on paperwork you had been avoiding up until the point, not bothering to even pass a single word to anyone. You were incredibly quiet the entire day. Even now, on the way home, you’re still incredibly quiet.
You lean on Yuuji’s shoulder, holding his hand as a form of comfort. Sneaking small pieces of his food to snack on. You’re wearing sunglasses, which constantly fall down your nose with each bump from the bus. 
Yuuji is resting his head on yours, his eyes on your head. He came home to you in your room, softly sniffling, while your eyes were red and swollen. Yuuji quickly pieced what happened by his brother’s absence and your silent cries. It reminds him too much of himself years ago.
Even when the two of you enter the house, discarding your blocky sunglasses on the counter, your eyes are still puffy, and Sukuna is still gone. Yuuji is quick to make an ice pack, wrapping it with a paper towel and holding it to you. “It can help with swelling.” 
You pass him a pathetic smile, but it’s more to the floor than to Yuuji, not only is your vision impaired by your swollen eye, but your vision is literally impaired, and wearing glasses somewhere outside the private space of your room sounds very unappealing.
You take the ice pack and press it to your eyes, leaning on the island counter and sighing. You reach your hand out for Yuuji, which he gives you immediately. “Thanks, Yuuji, this means a lot.” You laugh a little bit, “I feel like your child right now.” 
Yuuji laughs, “Don’t worry, I’m used to dealing with crying people.” He looks to the side, scratching the back of his neck. “My ex-girlfriend was a real cryer when we were together. And, you know, there was this one time a girl was sobbing at my door for Sukuna.” 
You groan at that, letting your head fall for a moment, “Are you okay with this?” You ask softly, “I don’t know, I feel like it can be so exhausting, especially since it’s your brother.” Especially with what you’ve been through, is what you want to say. 
Yuuji tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment, “Uh, no?” He shrugs, “Well, maybe I did when I was younger, but… now it’s a bit different.” He notices the way you tense, a small smile building on his lips, “I’m guessing he told you what happened?” 
You cringe a bit, pulling the ice pack down from your eyes. “I’m sorry, Yuuji, I really didn’t want to pry, but I just feel… terrible. You know? I’m sorry, this is probably worse for you.” You look away from him a bit ashamed. 
Yuuji laughs, shaking his head, “It’s fine, I don’t even want to hear an apology.” He bites the inside of his cheek, mumbling, ‘Sukuna owes you an apology…’ Before placing his hand on your shoulder, “But, I know why Sukuna is the way he is, and I’m just waiting until he’s comfortable to talk about it.” 
That gives you some small reassurance, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tiger then you’ve hugged most people in your life. You whisper, “Thank you so much, Yuuji, you’re really an amazing person.” You close your eyes, bringing him closer, “I’m sure it was really hard on you, too.” 
Yuuji sighs, hugging you back, “Yeah, don’t worry.” Your name punctuates the sentence softly, and lovingly. His forehead resting on yours, “But, this is nice.” You giggle, nodding your head in agreement.
Only for the cute moment to be ruined by a knock, both you and Yuuji popping your head toward the direction. You blink a few times, slowly asking, “Did you invite someone?” You slowly pull away from his arms, pressing the ice pack against one of your arms. 
Yuuji shakes his head, “Sukuna?” 
You cringe at that name, praying inside your head it isn’t Sukuna at the door. “Who knows.” You turn away, tempted to hide in your room. You almost do, your feet naturally turning in the direction, getting ready to leave. 
Yuuji notices, “Here, wait, I’ll check the peephole for you. I’ll see who's there.” He smiles, skipping to the door, trying to distract you, “Who knows? Maybe, it's a solicitor.” 
You raise your eyebrows, switching the ice pack to a different eye. “You sound way too excited for a solicitor…” You’re even tempted to follow after him, but quickly decide that is a really bad idea. “What if what they’re selling you is complete garbage?” 
Yuuji shrugs, “Don’t tell Sukuna this, but I buy everything they offer.” He smiles to himself, hand on the door knob. “On his card, phone number, and email, of course.” He laughs a little bit, “I can always hear him complaining about weird magazines, or email chains he’s mysteriously signed up to.” 
You pass him a curious look, Yuuji just shrugs at this, “Hey, I can still be over what happened, but I like to think this is my revenge for all those years ago.” 
You laugh again, making your way to the fridge. “Good for you, Yuuji.” You open the freezer, trying to find a frozen bag of peas, or any other frozen bag of vegetables. It’s also a way to hide your face when Yuuji opens the door, in the case where it is Sukuna at the door. 
Despite the distance being short between you and the door, you can’t really hear the conversation he’s having, which automatically makes you assume it is a solicitor. Until you hear a very distinct, “Oh, that makes a lot of sense!” From Yuuji. 
Weird, you think. Naturally wanting to look at who Yuuji is talking to, but you keep your attention on yourself. It could be a solicitor, and you sincerely don’t have the money to even entertain that idea. 
You close the freezer door, tilting your head at Yuuji with one good eye. He turns his head to look at you, passing you a kind and comforting smile, “It’s for you!” He takes a few steps back, a gesture that makes you naturally move to the door to take his spot. 
For me? You mentally think. Who would be here for you? You haven’t invited anyone over, more or less spoken to anyone besides Yuuji the entire day. So, who would be here to see you? Maybe, Nobara with a surprise ‘cheer up!’ visit? You hope not…
But, when you finally reach the door, you feel your lips part in shock, blinking at the person in front of you. Their white hair flutters with a soft blow in the wind, you don’t know how to react, more or less feel, to the sight of their face. It isn’t jealousy, but it isn’t excitement either. Their face is blank, emotionless, a stark contrast to when you first met them. 
“Uraume?”
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A/N: Hi hi everyone!! So, as of now, this was the last chapter that I pre-wrote, (excluding chapter 8) which means now, unfortunately, you do have to wait until I finish next chapter for an update. But, don't you worry too much, chapter six will come out sometime this, or next week. (Chapter 7 is more iffy on time.)
But, thank you for all the support so far, it genuinely has been so nice to hear what you think about the story, and how you feel about the characters. I'll try to have the next chapter out asap!
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anyamaris · 3 months
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The Games We Play
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Word Count-6572
Summary- Beware the fae and the games they play. Straying off the path on the way home from yet another boring date, the bustling city night gives way to the bright midday sun. Confused yet intrigued, you stumble upon a beautiful man by a stream who is much more than he seems.
Pairing- Pixie!Felix x fem!Reader
Trope-Fantasy AU/Strangers to lovers au, smut
Rating- 18+ MDNI
Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), some deception (he's a fae after all) but the intercourse is definitely consensual, he's a bit cheeky with a touch of playful meanness, as always 18+ Minors dni
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A/N-This is my first time writing Felix and it's my second addition to the Thrill of the Hunt collab with CODN. Make sure you check out all the authors stories!
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“And the return on my stocks-” your date was droning on, and you dip your head to take a sip of your water to cover your yawn.  
You have no idea why you continue to try to date in this city.  In your personal experience, there were only three outcomes from such excursions.  
One was the scenario you currently find yourself in; a boring, pretentious date who just wanted to talk about money, politics, his most recent car purchase.  Too full of themselves to even ask a single question about you without having to volunteer anything on your own.
The second was the overly eager, handsy types that were a little too interested in you, but for all the wrong reasons.  Your last date had asked what color panties you’d worn ‘for him’ as the waitress tried not to drop the salad into your lap.
And of course, there was the third.  The dates that started well, they seemed very interested in you as well as being interesting themselves.  Enough to make you let down your guard, but not enough to have you escaping out a bathroom window.  
Yet this third category was pure chaos for you, and not in a fun way.  Between finding out the guy has a girlfriend by the approach of a second date, or they turn into the complete opposite of what they represented during the date….
At least the first two were up front about what they were.  Dating has just become boring, annoying, lame.  
Between your work life draining you six days a week, and little to no social life, it was soul sucking when you had to listen to some suit drone on about the cost of his designer socks.
So here you found yourself, struggling through another boring meal, smiling and nodding along with a bombardment of information you will forget the moment you walk out the door.  
Sighing, you look up at the night sky, wondering if there is more to life than this monotony. 
Declining the shared cab with your date, you bid him goodbye and decided to take the long route to your apartment.
The park was quiet, the surrounding trees muffling the busy sounds of the city behind you.  
Stopping to appreciate the plush green grass, you slip off your shoes to leave the path and let your bare feet sink into the cool blades.  
There was a small clearing with a beautiful tree that you’d always longed to read a book under, if only you could find the time.
The urge to just go sit underneath it right this very moment hits you hard and before you realize it, your legs are moving on their own.  
“It won’t hurt anything if I just take a moment…” you find yourself saying, blinking lazily as the sunlight cuts through the leaves over your head.  
“So pretty…” you hum before it suddenly hits you.  
Sunlight? It was night time….
The sound of rushing water plays in your ears as you spin around, shoes still dangling off your fingers.  “What the f-” you whisper under your breath, taking in the terrain around you.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore…” you hum mindlessly as your brain tries to process where you are.  For some reason, you can hear your granny’s cackle in your mind as you let out a weary sigh.  
“Stumbled across a faery ring, did ya?” 
“Oh Gran…” you sigh, shaking your head.  
Folklore and fairytales, but she’d always warned you.  
“It’s a dream, I just fell asleep in the park.” You shrug, not really believing it as you turn to look up at the midday sky, and the lush green plains that appeared to end in a rocky drop off in the distance.  
“Well…this is better than my stuffy date.” you snort, marching along the mossy earth to the edge of a wide stream.  Rocks jutted out on either side, and the pleasant trickle of water sounds like music to your ears.  
A few moments pass before you hear the tinkling laughter of what sounds like children, eyes widening as three creatures leap across the stream.  
Their giggles sound like delicate windchimes as they call to a fourth figure, a low voice calling out what can only be obscenities, though none you’ve ever heard before.  
“Not so funny when it’s you, eh?!” a childlike voice rings out as the laughter trails off, leaving the soft sounds of the stream behind as you study the now still being.  
At first you only take in his form, the lean figure seemingly sulking at the edge of the water.
He…the creature definitely looks as if it’s a male at first glance.  The sound of the voice as well is deep and rich enough to be considered masculine.  
His obvious unhappiness is apparent as he turns and you can see him a bit better, a pout adorning his full lips as he kicks a pebble into the rushing stream.  
“This is ridiculous.” He grumbles loud enough to overhear as he kneels down to trail his fingers through the water.  
“Ridiculous!” he repeats, the childish tantrum from what appears to be a grown man has you letting out a laugh before you can stop yourself.  
Slapping a hand over your mouth, you can’t help but admire the grace at which he rises and spins as he looks in your direction.  
“Who’s there?” He calls, brilliant eyes searching.  
Green…no…blue…purple?
Your eyes widen as he meets yours, stunned by the beauty and vibrancy of their colors.
Heterochromia, you think.  One brilliant emerald green eye beside a beautiful violet blue.  
He gracefully makes his way to you, curiosity and some hesitation to his expression.
His beauty is undeniable as he comes closer, and it nearly has you speechless as he studies you.  
His platinum blonde hair curls over his ears, a spattering of freckles covering his flawless honeyed skin.  His lips speak of berries and cream, drawing your gaze as he forms words directed at you.  
Blinking as you realize he’s spoken, you flick your eyes up to his multicolored gaze. Those lips curl into what you could only call a smirk as his eyes sparkle delightedly.
“Are you lost?” he repeats, those colorful eyes closing slowly as he leans forward, appearing to inhale the air around you.  
“Lost?” you ask dumbly, shaking your head at his question.  “Can one be lost in a dream?”
His laugh is so different from his face, deep and resonant, rich and smooth like velvet on silk, caressing your aural senses.  
“Ah, this is not a dream, love.  You appear to have stumbled across a ring.” he hums as he sits upon the rock cross legged.  
“Sure it’s not, I just appeared randomly in the fae realm.” Your sarcasm laden words appear to amuse the man as he rocks back and forth to laugh once more.
“Ah you’re going to be one of those.” He hums, his smirk far too adorable to take.
“One of those?” You raise an eyebrow at his comment, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settle down on your own piece of earth.  
His sigh sounds weary to your ears.  “Yes, yes.  Those that stumble upon faery rings have a variety of reactions.  Disbelief, fear, the occasional excitement that leads to despair as they realize-” he stops suddenly, a mischievous smile curling his rosy lips.  
“Realize what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.  
He merely hums and raises one shoulder into a shrug.  “This is only a dream, remember?” He teases, raising his hands to gesture around him, palms up.  
“Why would I explain anything if you don’t think this is real?” He asks in a sing-song voice, glancing around the beautiful area.  
“Alright then, keep your secrets.” You respond with a wink and a smile, giving him your own shrug, looking away to take in the lush scenery.  
“Why are you upset then?” you ask, glancing at him from the side.  For some reason, his reaction at your response has you wanting to giggle as his lips pull down into another pout.
“Upset? I’m-” He stops, lip curling as he looks down to poke at the moss growing upon the rock.   
“A trick was played upon me.” His low voice is almost inaudible, and you have to lean forward to catch his words.  
“What sort of trick?” you ask, curious now.  “Were you lured over here as well?”
His eyebrow raises at your interest, seeming to be thinking about answering.   A moment passes as he contemplates, then he suddenly sits up and starts to rock once more.  
“I have an idea!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together delightedly.
“Why do I feel as if this isn’t a good thing…” you hum under your breath and he just pouts at you once more.  
“What is this idea?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.  
“Let’s play a game…if you win, I’ll tell you.” he says, beaming with glee at his idea.  
“And if I lose?” you inquire, feeling like he’s up to something.
“Hm….” he crosses his own arms, hand on his chin as he makes a dramatic thinking face, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
“You’re just going to play some kind of weird trick on me, aren’t you?” You huff, shaking your head.  “No thanks.”  
His lips part as he gasps, eyes widening at your words.  “How little you think of me!” he says, hand upon his chest.  
“I don’t know you, so the bar is pretty low.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Well, play a game with me and you’ll get to know me better.” He responds, his long eyelashes fluttering over those radiant eyes.
“What makes you think I want to get to know you better?” You ask him, rolling your eyes a bit.  
To be fair, the idea of learning a bit more about him was enticing, though you weren’t going to admit it to a stranger. Honestly, thinking back to your dates, this was much more enjoyable already.
Fuck it, you think.  If this wasn’t a simple dream and you really had accidentally stumbled into the fae realm….
This was infinitely better than your current day to day.
“Well, what else are you doing?” He spreads his hands out, and you can’t argue with that logic.
“Hmm….I suppose that’s true,” you mutter, those mostly innocent eyes studying you with a bit more intelligence than you gave him credit for.  
A sudden thought hits you and you grin as you lean towards him.
“What if….when I win, you’ll help me find my way back home..” you challenge him, biting your lip as he tilts his head at you, those gorgeous mismatched eyes processing the idea.  
“‘When?’ Ha! …..and if I win?” He asks softly, leaning in with a cheeky smile.  
Your breath catches at the way his eyes dance with merriment yet still hold that undercurrent of cunning.  
A shiver caresses your spine as his eyes trail down to your mouth, then to your neck.  His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips as a few strands of his blonde hair fall over his forehead.  
“If I win…you allow me to kiss you.” he whispers melodically, and you have to blink to stop yourself from being drawn into his enticing gaze.  
He grins knowingly as you catch yourself, shaking yourself back to reality.
“You…want to kiss me?” Your brain races at the implications, wondering what the harm is in a simple kiss.  The gods know you haven’t gotten any action in awhile and well….
“Just a kiss, right?” you narrow your eyes at him, wondering what his game was. 
“Are you some kind of weird pervert?” You ask suddenly, and he throws back his head to laugh at your question.  
“Are you afraid of a little nibble?” He teases, leaning back as he crosses his arms once more.  
“Nibble? You sound as if you want to cannibalize me.” You wrinkle your nose at him, shaking your head. 
His expression is comical as he raises his eyebrows, pausing for a moment before he gives you a small wink.  “Just a kiss, for the purposes of this game.  I definitely won’t cannibalize you…you have my word….” 
You swear he must have momentarily thought about it given the twinkle in his leer but you just shake it off, rather enjoying this little bit of flirty banter.
You give him a slow nod as he watches you, chewing your lower lip as he awaits your answer.  
“So…you help me find the way back or…a kiss?” You ask hesitantly and he beams, uncrossing his arms to spread them wide.  
“Exactly so.” He repeats, a sly grin curling his pretty mouth.  
“What game will we be playing?” you realize you should have asked this first as his eyes light up and he suddenly spins up to his feet gracefully, arms splayed.  
“Hide and seek?” His lilting laugh settles a calm over you when you should be worrying, and you narrow your eyes at him once more.
“You want to play a children’s game?” You retort, frowning a little at him, then glancing around at the terrain surrounding you.  
Honestly, there are plenty of stone outcroppings and trees dotting the field that spanned as far as you could see.  Little mounds rise from the ground and the grass is tall and wild.  
“Do you have something else in mind?” He hums, and you glance back over to him.  
His seemingly wicked grin softens and you feel a mild wave of comfort as he steps towards you, holding out his hand.  
“Let us agree, then.  I’ll show you the way to get back, if you should happen to win.” he repeats, and you look down at his hand, feeling as if you should be more wary than you are.
“And…you may have a kiss if I lose.”  you respond, taking his hand in yours.
His palm is warm and firm as his fingers wrap around yours, a smile of amusement dancing over his features and he slips his thumb along your knuckles.
His eyes trace your neckline as he grins, and for a moment you swear you can see a sharp fang in his mouth. At your gasp, he merely grins wide, and his teeth all appear to be normal.
Blinking as you shake your head, you draw your hand back, the thought of his touch conjuring not so innocent thoughts in your mind.
“You have to catch me then, not just find me.” you state, bringing your brain back to the matter at hand.  
“Of course, what fun would it be if I merely spotted you…” his grin looks almost hungry and you frown momentarily, wondering why you are even agreeing to this.  
His smile suddenly lights up, causing you to focus on his excitement.  
“I’ll give you until the sun reaches the treeline there.” He points, and you gaze off at the large tree in the distance.  
“Um…?” you turn to look at him and that musical laugh washes over your senses once more.  
“About fifteen minutes, love.” he teases and tosses you a wink.
“Stop calling me that.” you grumble but he ignores you as he leans back on the rock, hands behind him to prop himself up.  
“Tick tock…love.” he grins.
You merely roll your eyes as you stand, glancing down at the heeled shoes you had set next to you.  Likely better barefoot…you think, leaving them behind as you jog off into the field to find a place to hide.  
“Cheeky little bastard, flirting like that.  Just because he’s hot…” you grump, enjoying the soft cool feel of the earth beneath your bare soles.
You turn to glance behind, giving him a brief once over.  His long hair brushed his neck, the light platinum seeming to shiver in the midday sun.  He appears to be humming to himself and not peeking as you turn to run off.
After a few minutes, you’ve wound your way down a small path leading to a small wooded area along the cliff’s edge.  You can barely make out the small area you’d emerged from, only able to see the stream leading off inland.  
He’d given you plenty of time, but for some reason your mind seems to be trying to grasp a thought you can’t quite reach.  
What are you missing?
What … was there something you should have asked?
You shrug off the questions and look around.
You eye some of the taller trees as you make your way into the little copse of trees near the edge, smiling as you look up.  
When you were young, you used to love to climb trees and heights were never an issue.  With all of the rocks and mounds scattered throughout, you thought perhaps this was the best spot, as he’d be more likely to check the ground.  
The leaves were lush and the branches were thick, so given your time restraints you merely shrug and begin your ascent.
By the time you are perched quite a ways up, you glance over to the tree in the distance he’d mentioned, wondering if it’s been fifteen minutes already.  
After a moment of searching, you adjust yourself to look out over the beautiful body of water just beyond the cliff’s edge.  
It’s gorgeous here, lush and vibrant.  It’s so relaxing, such a change from the dreary city with all the smog and buildings smooshed together.  Everywhere you look, there’s something to admire or become fascinated with.  
Beware the fae, they are dangerous as they are breathtaking.
“I know Gran, I know…” you hum, shaking your head again to clear it.  Once more you wonder how you went from a boring date to playing a silly children’s game with an unknown man.
Man? Are you sure-
“Ah there you are!” the deep, lilting voice startles you to the point where you lose your hold on the trunk of the tree.
You can only let out a yelp as you spot him, hovering at eye level a moment before you feel yourself tumbling from your spot.  
Breathless from the fall, eyes clamped shut at the impending impact, you can only think, “This is it, going to break my neck-”
But then a pair of hands are catching you, and you’re being yanked against a hard chest. You immediately throw your arms around the neck of your savior without a thought. 
A melodic rumble of a laugh vibrates your shoulder as you ease open an eye.  
Still tense from the close call, you are startled yet again to look up at the face of the man by the stream.  His eyes are dancing with glee as he gives you an almost wolfish grin.  
“How-” you start, then gasp at the span of iridescent wings fluttering behind him.  
“Looks like I’ve won.” He states with a smirk, hoisting you up to settle better in his arms.
The ease at which he’s carrying you, like a fucking princess, both amazes and annoys you.
“You! You’re a fucking fae?!” You manage to get out, still clinging embarrassingly to him despite your sudden surge of anger.  
“Of course, love.” he whispers close to your ear as he inhales deeply.  
“But-you-fucking WINGS?!” your brain seems to clear from the fog it was in, and you just glare at the fae holding you.  
He grins at you, and you realize how ridiculous this all is.  
Of course, fae are tricky.  Your Gran had warned you so many times, but you’d merely brushed what she’d told you, believing her to just be talking nonsense.
Yet here you are, outwitted by some glamour and a pretty face.  
“You never said you were a fae.” you grump, ashamed of the sudden pout on your face.  
“You never asked.” he responds simply, biting his full bottom lip as he studies you.  
“Well that’s not very fair, then. You were always going to win this easily.” you tell him as his eyes dance with amusement.
“Fair?” His laughter causes your heart to flutter, only adding to your annoyance over the situation.  
First, he’s this hot with that voice and now he has wings….
Girl, you need to get laid.
WHAT AM I THINKING?!
His breath tickles your ear as he tightens his hold on you, the rich depth of his voice causing you to tremble.  
“Who ever said anything about fair, love?” His nose bumps against the shell of your ear and you can’t stop the instant twinge between your legs from the contact, nor the small gasp that escapes your lips.
“Put me down.  I’m not letting you kiss me.” you withdraw your arms from his neck, folding them over your chest.
He pulls back as a frown tugs at his lips, his eyes darkening at your words.
“A deal is a deal, love…but…if you’d like me to put you down….” his sudden smirk should have been a warning.
You weren’t prepared for the sudden departure of his arms as he tips you out of them, falling so quickly that you couldn’t even make a noise.  
Your stomach turns as your mind races, as the warm air rushes past you while you fall but then you hear a deep laugh as he swoops in to catch you once more.
Clinging to him desperately, you can only shake as you regain your senses.  You hadn’t noticed before but he must have flown over the edge of the cliff before he dropped you, because now you were below the edge.
Looking up at the jagged cliff wall, then to the rocks below, you turn your teary eyes to the fae holding you.
“Are you rethinking that phrase?” he asks, the teasing in his tone making you angry enough to glare at him and bare your teeth.  
You can feel your heart beat pulse in your neck as you try to calm down, swallowing down your anger.  He speaks before you can gather your thoughts enough to protest any more.
“It’s not polite to renege, love.  You agreed to the terms before we played.”
Glancing up at those vibrant eyes, you can sense the danger lurking behind them.  You knew…you knew well not to anger a fae, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before you say something without thinking.
“I don’t know if you’re messing with my emotions right now.” You let out a soft sigh, feeling your heart slow to a steady, normal pace as you try to think of what to do next.  
“Hm…depends on the emotion.” he winks at you and you can only roll your eyes.  
“Can we…go somewhere on the ground where we can talk?” you ask hesitantly, tightening your grip as you glance down once more, to the craggy coastline hundreds of feet below you.  
He immediately turns and begins to fly you both inland, much to your relief.  Returning to the spot where you’d first come across him, he settles you onto your wobbly feet then steps back to study you.
Clearing your throat, you rub your neck at the momentary resistance you feel at letting him go.  
Fucking hell, why am I getting horny over a winged fairy?  A cheeky little bastard, at that.
Because he’s interesting, and this is exciting, a little voice whispers.  
Quiet, jerk, you tell it, but you find yourself trying not to smile.  
“I don’t even know your name.” You find yourself saying as you watch his face.  Your eyes are drawn to those beautiful wings, gleaming brilliantly in the now setting sun.  You can’t help but notice the weblike design on them, inwardly laughing sardonically at how very trapped you feel just by looking at him.
The sudden darkening of his eyes simultaneously draws you in and causes you to step backwards, slipping on the loose stone under your feet.  Before you can fall on your ass, he’s beside you, arm slipping easily around your waist as he pulls you against him.  
“You wish to know my name, love?” He hums, those beautiful orbs of his flicking over your face; lingering on your lips, on your tongue as it darts out to wet them.  
“Only if you wish to tell me.” is all you manage as your body reacts to his.  His chest is firm, the arm tightening around you strong.  In your confusion and annoyance before, you’d overlooked just how ridiculously muscular he was.  
His pretty face does not match the physique under his clothing, and the sudden spurt of excitement that dampens your panties causes your cheeks to flush.
A wicked smile creeps across his features as his nose flares, leaning into you as his eyes seem to brighten yet darken at the very same time.  
“Naive little human, so many questions you never asked…” his eyes flutter as he inhales deeply, his voice dropping even lower as he lets out a soft growl.  
“Your name is not what I wish to…discover…” 
You swear your swallow is audible as he dips his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling gently as your skin breaks into gooseflesh.  
“What-” the break in your voice darkens your cheeks as you try to figure out if your trembling is fear or arousal.
Perhaps both…
“What…do you wish to discover?” you finally grate out, your mutinous fingers slipping up into his silky platinum hair.  
The sudden hitch of his breath emboldens you- unable to stop yourself, your other hand slips around him to trace up his spine.  
Then your fingertips are dancing along the base of his wings.  
The muscles there are tight, firm.  Your lips part as his body trembles, the deep moan from his throat causing you to soak right through your panties.
Any doubt about his arousal evaporates as his hips jerk, the rigid length of his cock pressing firmly into your thigh.  
His fingers suddenly entwine into your hair, gently pulling your head back as he leans back to look at you.  
“You play a dangerous game, love.” he whispers, but the words vibrate through your body as you knead the area between his wings.  
His fingers tighten in your hair, bringing his full lips to yours, a hair's breadth from coming into contact.  The warm breath rasping from him has you yearning to close that tiny distance but his hand keeps you in place.  
“I…thought you wanted a kiss…” you murmur, thighs shaking from the possibilities you can see in his hungry gaze.  
The puff of air from his exhalation alone is making you insane, his rich, soft laugh reducing you to a quaking mess.  
“A kiss is what I’m owed, love.  Yet…I never said where I wanted to kiss you…” he grins, exposing a set of sharp fangs.  
It should cause you to panic, yet it has the complete opposite effect.  It seems that the choked moan that leaves your throat is all he needs to hear, as he suddenly drops his hands to cup your ass.  
“Allow me to claim my prize…” he whispers, then you’re being lifted suddenly.  You can’t even process anything as his hands lift your thighs to wrap around him.
Before you even register what’s happening, you’re being dumped gently onto a soft surface.  
He’s hovering over you, his gaze raking over your prone form as he yanks off his flimsy shirt to expose his well formed torso.  
“If you won’t tell me your name-” You gasp as he grabs your shirt, tearing it open to expose your bra underneath.  Continuing as he cups your breasts, you shakily ask, “Will you tell me some form of name to call you?” 
Humming, he appears to think as he yanks down one cup of your bra, palming himself through his pants as he kneads the soft flesh.  
“Show me just how much I please you, and I’ll give you a name you may scream for everyone to hear.” His hands are working at your jeans now, growling low at the annoyance of the material keeping him from you.
“If you can make me moan-” you gasp out as he finally unzips and rips them off of you.  
“Oh love…” he chuckles as his palm cups you between your legs.  “I haven’t even set my lips upon you yet, and here you are quivering under my touch.”
You reach for him as his fingers dance along your panties, combing back the long strands of his hair as you arch beneath him.  
“Your fragrance begs for my kiss, love.” the sudden tearing sound of you panties is lost in your cry as he presses his thumb against your clit.  Shame over how soaked you are is washed away by how he rolls it over the nub, slick and gentle.  
“Here?” he whispers, his well toned arm holding him above you as he looks down at your spread legs.  Your now naked body is exposed completely to him and he licks his lips as he watches your hips move in time with his motions.  
“Please-” you whimper, tugging gently on his hair as he glances up at your flushed face.  You part your lips on a small moan as his forefinger teases along your slit.  
“Ahhh…there it is…that’s what I want to hear, love.” he growls as his fingertip teases at your hole.  
Your gaze drops to the straining pants, barely holding back his erection.  Your free hand slips down his bare back, dipping into the waist of the material.  
“Let me see you-” your voice is laden with need and his eyes dance with lust and amusement.  
Leaning back, he makes quick work of the remaining clothing, allowing you to rake your eyes over his gloriously naked body; his thick, rigid cock seeming to beckon you, to enthrall you.  Just like him, his penis was pretty and masculine all at once.  
It creates an extremely powerful need within you, and you find yourself unable to control the spasms deep within as his palms settle on your thighs to part them.
“Your cunt is begging for my kiss, love.” he whispers as his head delves into your pussy.  His hot breath tickles your core as he rubs his nose into your clit.  
“Please!” You cry out, trailing off on a moan as you feel his tongue flick out to taste you.  His hungry groan has you bucking your hips upward, eager and ready to feel his lips on you.
“Good girl, love.  That’s it.” you barely make out the words as his lips encircle your sensitive nub, looking down at him as he sets about his feast.  
Incoherent noises leave your throat and mouth as he sucks harshly on the bud, only his hands on your thighs keeping them from wrapping around his pretty head.  
His teeth nip gently at you as he pulls back, causing you to whimper in despair.  
“Don’t stop-” you rasp out, and he grins fully at you, seemingly delighted at your reaction to him.  
“Felix.” he whispers, opening his mouth and letting his tongue dip briefly inside of you, then using the organ to lap at your folds, sucking them into his mouth as he watches you.
“Felix-” you gasp out, tugging firmly on his hair as he teases at your cunt.  
“Yes…” he plants a kiss on you, his lips wet and glistening as he parts from you.  “Moan for me, moan my name-” 
His hands slip down your thighs, then his thumbs are parting your folds, opening you up to his gluttonous stare.  
“Such a pretty little cunt, love.  Would you like me to stuff it full?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes undeniable.  
There’s no universe in which you’d ever say no.
“Anything, please-Felix-” your hands are grabbing at him, desperate for more, for all of him.  
“Anything?” The danger in his grin only fuels the need to know what is lurking behind it, and you nod without thinking beyond that.  
“Felix-fucking hell, yes, anything-” 
“As you wish, love.” 
Your head spins as he pushes a finger into you, clenching around him as you cry out wordlessly.  His growl only increases your desire as he pumps it slowly in and out of you, curling it gently to tease at your walls.  
“That’s it, love.  Just like that…though I don’t think it’s enough…” he adds another finger, stretching you as he watches intently.  
“More?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow at you.  You barely are able to nod as he seems to know exactly where to touch deep within you.  
“You-fuck please-” you whimper, panting heavily as he hums.  He removes one hand to trail up your body, finding your soft breast.  Slowly he moves up your body, never stopping the motion of his fingers inside of you.
“Please what, love? Tell me…tell me what you want…what you need…” 
His head dips down, capturing your taut nipple in his mouth, wetting it as he licks and suckles on you.  
Your moans only increase at the sensation, and you can feel a familiar tension building within your womb as he pushes yet another finger into you.  
A popping sound mixes with your cries as he removes his mouth from your tit, grinning wickedly at the sounds leaving you.  
“Cry my name out loud, love.  Scream for me and I’ll fuck you until you can’t even see.” 
Without hesitation, you do just that, his name falling from your parted lips over and over as your thigh wraps around his leg.  His soft, rich tone washes over you as he whispers encouragement, urging you ever closer to the edge.
It’s when he rubs his length along your clit as his fingers continue their relentless assault that you feel everything upend.   
Before you can take another breath, your chest tightens along with your pussy around his fingers.  The orgasm rips through you like you’ve been hit by a freight train, the sudden tensing of every single muscle and nerve you possess causing you to arch, rising from the soft moss beneath you with a piercing cry.  
Before it’s even over he’s yanking out his fingers, plunging his cock deep into you and smashing his mouth against yours to swallow your cries.  
You can only cling to him as he thrusts hard and fast into you, your tongues meeting desperately as the area is filled with muffled moans and the wet slapping sounds of your bodies.  
Pulling his mouth from yours, his eyes seem to radiate a shimmering light as he looks down at your sweat soaked body beneath him.  
“So fucking tight, love.  Like a fucking glove-” he growls, looking down to watch his cock pound into you.  His eyes roll as he shivers, and you run your hand up his back once more to knead at the muscle between his wings.  
A guttural snarl rips from his throat as his eyes flash, widening at your touch.  It only encourages you as he grabs your free hand to pin above your head, his mouth crushing yours once more.  
Impossibly, he quickens his pace as you wrap your legs around his waist.  The force behind his thrusts likely bruising you but it only adds to the pleasure as you feel the wave of another orgasm building quickly.
“Felix-fuck-FELIX-” You cry, looking down between you where his eyes are glued.  His thick cock is gleaming with your moisture, his full throaty moans causing your eyes to roll as you throw your head back.  
“LOOK AT ME.” He commands, his voice powerful and deep, resonating through the clearing.  It sends a shock through your lower body, clamping tightly around him as you teeter on the brink.
Your eyes meet his darkened gaze, completely at his mercy as you long to only obey him.  
“Mark me-” you cry out, your fingers gripping the base of his wings tightly.  You want him in every way you can possibly conceive of, and the need for him to claim you is overwhelming.
Before you can take another breath, his teeth are flashing and he buries his face in your neck.  The sharp sting as he breaks the skin sends you spiraling, his hips sharply snapping into you.  
The inarticulate scream of pleasure as you come around him causes his hips to stutter, then you can feel him bursting deep within you.  His lips are stained red with your blood as he throws his head back, emptying himself as you cling to him.  
Drawing him down to your lips, he kisses you deeply, the taste of iron causing you to moan as his tongue delves into your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy as he whimpers and you can feel the mixture of both of your fluids seeping out every time he plunges into you.  
His damp body finally stills as he settles atop you, his kiss slowing to soft pecks, his plush lips brushing against yours.  
You brush back his sweat soaked hair, gazing up into his beautifully mismatched eyes. 
“Well…” you hum as he gazes at the bite mark on your neck.  He leans in to lick it gently, pulling back to grin at you.
“Don’t say it, I already know.” you tell him, and he tilts his head at you questioningly.
“Oh? What do you know, love?” He whispers, rolling you so that you’re settled on top of him.
You finally take a look around the little area he’d brought you to.  It appears to be within the trunk of a massive tree, and you’re in a sheltered area deep within the trunk.  It’s quite cozy and you just hum happily as you tease your fingers over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.
“I can’t leave now, you claimed me, yadda yadda.” you toss out, shrugging a shoulder as he blinks at you.  
“Yet you-” he just stares at you in disbelief.  “Why would you…?” 
You let out a sigh, looking at him with a simple smile.  
“Well, I suppose my life back home is pretty boring and tiring.  And well…” you rake your gaze over his gorgeous form.  
“I’m just a sucker for fairy dick?”
His laughter delights you as he pulls you tight against him.  
“Pixie.  I’m a pixie.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I thought pixies were like…” you hold your finger and thumb about two inches apart and he looks at you sheepishly.
“Well…so you see ... .funny story…” he says, blushing.  
Raising an eyebrow, you settle your chin on his chest as you await his answer.  
“I normally am about that.” He takes your fingers and kisses them.
“A trick was played on me and well…” he shrugs, motioning to himself.  
“Human sized pixie.”
“Well…that’s going to be an interesting dynamic when you change back…” 
“Perhaps it’s a trick I don’t wish to fix.” He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  
“Is that even possible?” you ask him, curious.  You should be concerned, thinking about what your life is going to be like now.
Yet somehow, you just can’t find it within yourself to plan everything out like you did before.
“I suppose we’ll find out, love.” he hums, tracing his fingers along your back.
“Felix.” you murmur, smiling in delight as his pretty lips curl up to flash that sharp fang once more. 
Life has suddenly become exciting, dangerously fun and not knowing what is coming next thrills you more than you ever expected.
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girlbossagenda · 1 month
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How to recover after failure
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It's said failure it's part of life, and it's true, but it's also true that it weights and can pretty much hurt you and make you question your own abilities. It happened to me a couple of time to fail that test that I studied for or that subject that I'm good at, it can cause unecessary worry and a lower your self esteem. So today I'm here to share with you what I do to recover from a failure and what I do to lower the impact of it.
୨୧aknowledge that it happened୨୧
Just because it makes you feel uncoftable doesn't mean that you have to ignore it, it's better to express those feelings of disappointment. You can cry or expressout loud how much it sucked to fail. If it happens in a public setting find a place where you can experience that emotional out bust. You have all the rights to feel disappointed or sad, it just means that you cared.
୨୧stop focusing on others and comparison୨୧
This is crucial especially if you are in a competitive envirioment, you ultimately start comparing you progression with the others, you need to detach and focus only on what you have done and change you perspective from "My failure it's gonna advantage them"-> to -> "This failure it's all about me so how it affects ME and my progression".
୨୧try a way to relief yourself୨୧
Some people prefer to stay around their friends or to find external support, others prefer to stay in isolation, I suggest you to mix these two options. Try to avoid staying around people who also failed( You don't want to depend on other people's failures in the future or trigger procrastination), but also avoid staying around who did better than you, try to talk it out with someone who will undestand the frustration of failure and that it's right in the middle. Before approaching someone I highly suggest you to let it out, so you don't lash out on the listener.
୨୧programm your next plan୨୧
This is when you make ammend and learn from your mistakes, you need to figure out why you failed and what you can change to succede. Maybe your problem was the lack of consistency or you didn't read carefully what the exercise asked you to do, point out all the mistakes and make a plan according to them.
୨୧grant yourself some type of leisure୨୧
Just because you failed it doesn't mean that you have to treat youself harshly, do a face mask, make up, crochet etc..try to get involved with your hobbies and don't jump immediatly to work midlessly without a plan and exausted from the emotional wuond you carry, it will eventually lead you to burn out(or worsen it). So try to give yourself some type of consolation reward.
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Hey hunns, heres today's tips and advices, I hope I helped you, if you want to ask me more questions of advices you can send me a massed by using the "advice" button on my profile, this is the second part of my advices miniseries, I truly hope you enjoyed it, all of these advices come from personal experienc, I hope you have a great day stay pretty and educated xoxo gourgeous!
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scarthefangirl · 9 months
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A fix ~ Admit it Pt 2
Hobie Brown x fem!reader
Description: You and Hobie can't be together, its not canon. But he is determined to find a way. Part 1
Warnings: Language, Hobie breaking into your house lmao
Story type: Series
A/N: Sorry this is so short, comment or request if I should do a part three!! I know its not that good I'm sorry
Part 1 |
Masterlist | REQUESTS OPEN
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I feel so small as Miguel stands here in his office, telling me off. I wish I could shrink away and disappear. I already know what a screw up I am.
"How am I supposed to fix this Y/N?" He screams and I let my warm tears stream down my face as I hiccup the tears away.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, unable to say anything else. He just stares at me with so much rage it makes me cry harder.
"I tried to help you! I tried to tell you. Now what am I to do?" He shouts but instead of yelling back, telling him I already know, or storming out I just run into his arms and cry into him. He is taken aback and doesn't reciprocate the hug.
"Y/N-" he starts but I just hug tigher. He sighs and loosely puts his arms around me, patting my head gently. Although he's very tense, I appreciate the pity hug.
"It's all my fault." I hiccup and pull away from him. I can't look him in the eyes, so I stare at the floor in shame.
"Listen, I like you kid. That's why instead of kicking you out I warned you again and again. But you messed up, I can't save you now." He says sharply and I try to suck in my sobs.
"There has to be something we can do." I tell him while breathing rapidly to keep in the sobs. "One kiss can't make my universe collapse." I try to convince him, but really myself. I love Hobie, but I didn't mean to end my life. My shoulders slump as I remember the kiss. It was so amazing, and I kick myself for getting butterflies just thinking about it.
"It can." He growls. I feel myself slump even further, sniffling.
"Please, I just want to date a boy and have my universe. Can't I have both?"
"No." He snaps. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask for your watch Y/N."
"Please, don't! I promise I'll end everything with him. I won't do anything to jeopardize the arachno-humanoid poly multiverse," I say the name slowly, having a hard time recalling his name for it. Then I just plainly add, "Please,"
"Don't make this harder kid, hand me the watch and I'll walk you to the device that'll send you home. I have to figure out how to clean up your mess so you are now under an extended break.."
"Please Miguel, I need this job. This is like, all I have," I cry.
"You should've thought of that. Now hand it over, you are relinquished from your duties here."
I just stare at him for a bit. I can't do it. I can't give this up, it's my life. Saving people is what i do, and with this job I could save even more.
But, despite myself, hand over the device on my wrist and he sends me home.
I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone.
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I sit up in shock and jerk to the corner of my bed, having been suddenly woken up by someone shaking me. I pant, trying to catch my breath as I slowly register who is lurking around in my room in the dead of night.
Hobie Brown.
"What are you doing?!" I exclaim, still breathing heavily. My racing heart isn't just from surprise anymore, but also from his presence that I've been lacking for the last few days. Avoiding him was easier when I still saw him and worked with him.
"You haven't been at work for four days," He says blankly. He is looking right into my eyes and I look back, but I don't know how to explain. A cool breeze blows through the window that is open from Hobie's entry way. He's been to my apartment before, so I suppose he knows his way around.
"Wow, how observant," I roll my eyes but immediately feel a pang of guilt in my chest for the attitude. It is meant to be sarcastic but it just makes me sound bitchy. He glares at me and I feel myself melting under his stare. "What are you doing here? In my room, in the night time, scaring me half to death?" I ask. He shouldn't be here. We can't do this anymore, and really we never should have.
"You owe me an explanation." He replies plainly. I stare at him for a moment, eyes widened, before looking down at my lap and nervously play with my blanket.
"I know," I grimace. I scoot to the side of my bed and sit up completely then cross my legs so I'm sitting criss cross. He sits down next to me with his feet to the floor, staring at me. I feel my heart beating rapidly and a sinking feeling of guilt in my chest down to my stomach.
"I'm listening," He chuckles but something about it makes the sinking feeling worse, my stomach doing summersalts. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't find the words to explain. How can I make him understand? "Okay, I'll recap for you. You pretended not to like me than finally we kissed, than all a sudden Miguel is dragging you away and you're crying then you stop coming to work. Miguel told me to forget the kiss ever happened. But I can't. I love you Y/N, I'm sick of having to not say it. I can't forget and I don't want to so I'm not gonna."
I try poorly to hide my surprise at his sentiment. I want to tell him I love him back, and that I will find a way for us to be together. But I dorm want to prolong the suffering, I might as well rip the bandage off now. For both our sakes. So, I try my best to give a frank explanation.
"I broke my canon when we kissed, and I had been trying to avoid you because I knew that if the opportunity presented itself I wouldn't be able not to. And I was right. I wasn't able not to. Because I love you, but I'm not allowed to. Its not canon."
"Who gives a fuck about canon events?" He snorts and my eyes flicker up to meet his.
"Miguel says it'll destroy my universe. He wants to help me."
"If he wanted to help ya he wouldn't kick you out of the spider society for one bloody kiss," He says but I look at him wearily. "Look around Y/N, your universe is fine!"
"I messed up, I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm such a screw up," I say, tears threatening my eyes. I notice Hobie's gaze soften and he puts his hand on my leg, unintentionally sending electricity throughout my body.
"No you're not. Nobody cares about 'canon events' love. Your universe will be just fine no matter who you date or marry or kiss or whatever," He smiles in a comforting way. Did he say marry or did I just hear what I wanted to hear? But regardless, no. He's wrong. If you mess with the canon than the multiverse will suffer, and it's selfish of me to think I could be the exception. I push his hand off gently, even though it breaks my heart.
"I'm already on an 'extended break' from the spider society, and we all know what that means. I can't just throw my life away! My job is to protect these people, the people of my earth, not to risk their lives for personal gain." I explain, desperation filling my voice as I plead him to understand. "it's better to love each other from a distance."
"I refuse to accept that!" Hobie exclaims, crossing his arms against his chest. I can tell he had been in bed before coming here because of his ninja turtle pajama pants and a blue shirt with clearly home-cut cut off sleeves that reveal his toned arms, not that I noticed..
"I'm sorry," My glossy eyes fall to my fidgeting hands, and I jerk slightly in surprise when Hobie's hand grabs one of mine.
"I'm going to fix this Y/N, and we're going to be together. Trust me darling," Hobie says, placing a swift kiss on my forehead before standing up.
"Hobie-" I start but he cuts me off with a shake of his head. With that, he leaves out my open window and I stare at the window for at least five minutes. I don't know if I want him to come back and hold me and promise me everything will be okay, or leave and never come back so I can move on. I don't know if there's a way to fix things. I don't know what he can possibly do.
All I know, is I really want him to find a way.
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I spend three excruciating weeks wondering, worrying, and wishing. When the one month mark hits, I finally give up most of my hope. He didn't find a way, or maybe he just moved on.
I have painfully carried on my responsibility of being spider woman around my city. I can't lie and say I do so joyfully, I do it begrudgingly. I know i should love my job, helping people and keeping my city safe, but everything reminds me of not just Hobie, but the whole spider society.
No spider people have contacted me, which I tell myself is for the best. Its hard to convince yourself that something so painful is the right thing, but whay else can I do? If I give myself time to sit and think about things, I'd be even more angry, sad, bitter, and I'd go into a funk. So instead, I spend hours and hours doing anything I can to distract myself. If I'm not going to lay in bed and immediately fall asleep than I'm not tired enough, because I'll lay and begin to think. When I start to think, I start to shut down.
Tonight was particularly exhausting. I yank my mask off, throwing it in my hamper. I take off the rest of the suit, leaving it on the floor as I sleepily stumble to the bathroom. Somehow I manage to shower, my hair thrown in a knotted and tangled messy bun. I throw on some fresh underwear and an oversized t-shirt. I brush my teeth lazily and then get into my bed. Immediately my eyes droop, falling into slumber. Before I can be deep asleep, my window is opened loudly and someone steps inside. I can hardly open my eyes I'm so sleepy, but I can make out Hobie Brown. His tall frame sends my heart plummeting and I roll over in bed, burying my face in my pillow. Maybe if I ignore him he'll leave.
"Y/N, im sorry its been so long." He apologizes and I just groan, still attempting to tune him out. I don't want to deal with this, as selfish as that seems it's true. I've spent a month trying not to think about him but really I have thought about it, and I love him and I think I always will. The longer we try to salvage it the worse it is for us.
"There was a lot of work stuff, and I didn't want to come see you without a fix," He says and all although I couldn't see him, he was grinning at me. Something about his words sparked the hope that I had tried to give up and I roll over so I'm staring up at the ceiling.
"But you're here, so do you have a fix?" I ask, my voice raspy from exhaustion. He jumps onto the bed next to me, laying down next to me on his back. We both gaze at the ceiling and I try not to be too hopeful.
"I do, honestly I can't believe you'd ever doubt me." He chuckles and my heart begins to beat quicker.
He found a way.
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Part three?? Sorry this one was short!
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chrollohearttags · 5 months
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kinktoberfest • reiner braun
show: attack on titan
kink: foot play
word count: 2.0K
content + themes: foot job, toe sucking, perv reiner, football player rei, tit fucking, mutual masturbation, cumshot
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if he had seen one, he’d seen them all…tall, short, dark and bright, cute and ugly…suede and leather? Some would assume that he was referring to the types of women he had come across in his lifetime but that was the furthest thing from. Especially at the moment..as he sat in the shared master bedroom of the two story mansion you called home. Releasing heavy sighs whilst watching you toss out this pair of Manolos and that pair of Louboutins behind you from the massive walk in closet. To say he was growing weary would be an understatement. He had been there for what felt like hours, watching you try on a plethora of shoes and dresses. It was rather daunting but for his beloved wife? He’d do practically anything!
“Rei!” “Yes, sugar? What is it?” “What do you think of these?”
Reiner Braun: five time Heisman winner, all star quarterback and world famous football star..dwindled down to glorified styling assistant as his wife, (y/n) tried on what had to be the fiftieth pair you’d come across. The occasion? An upcoming charity banquet hosted by a bunch of celebrities and Reiner happened to be one of the guests. In truth, he couldn’t wait for it to be over so all of this could cease. “They look good, poundcake. I like them.” However, there was a bit of a positive to this whole ordeal..you looked stunning in those shoes. Something about watching you strut about in those stilettos was..rather sexy. He’d never admit it, out of fear of sounding like an absolute freak but he’d love nothing more than to have you pressing that heel to the center of his chest or have it dangling over his shoulders right now. Just then, you’d take a seat in front of him, plopping down in the chair. Keeling over in frustration..
“What’s the matter? They all look great. No need to be upset, sugar.”
“I know and that’s the problem. I’m never going to be able to find the perfect pair.”
folding your arms and releasing a heavy winded sigh, (y/n) tossed your head back and glared up at the ceiling. You were so incredibly frustrated but in his eyes? You were making a fuss about nothing! What was the big deal anyways? You’d be wearing a long gown that was certain to have all eyes on you regardless so why would they matter? “For God sakes, babe. It’s just a pair of shoes. What could be so important?” However, if only he knew..he would’ve kept his damn mouth shut and not asked that! Rising straight back up, Reiner was met with a rather cross glare. See, being the star..he never had to worry about those sorts of things. All eyes would be on him regardless and everyone would love him either way. It was the wife who’d be nitpicked apart for every little detail. It didn’t help the fact that you didn’t exactly look like the rest of the stereotypical trophy spouses either so they’d be grasping at straws by now. “Are you kidding? I wear something out of style or the wrong color and they’ll grill my ass. One wrong outfit and I’ll be labeled as the girl who can’t dress.”
honestly, he thought it was hilarious! Making all of this fuss about this when your entire closet costs more than most people’s rent. Besides, you had impeccable taste. Even so, he’d never be able to convince you otherwise. So rather than listening to you bellyache and gripe about absolutely nothing of importance, Reiner simply dredged your legs up to his laps and placed your feet in the center of it. In one fell swoop, he’d drag the plush chair towards him and bridge the gap between you. “You wanna know what I think? I think that you need a break..” “b-but!—“ “But nothing, sugar. We still have four days. I’m sure you can find something then. If not, go buy a new one. Hell, go buy fifty if it’ll make you happy. But stop worrying that pretty little head of yours, okay?” It was so like him..so typical of this man to talk you off of the deep end when you were freaking out. Whilst you were in the middle of your rant, he was discreetly removing that current pair and massaging your rather sore soles instead. Trying on twenty plus pairs consecutively would make anyone’s feet hurt. Although, that wasn’t his entire reason. There was a bit of underlying selfishness to it as well..
“You’re right, papa. I’m sorry..it’s not that serious.” Chuckling to himself, Reiner continued kneading his fingers into your flesh, trying to relax those tendons. As he did so, he’d also bring your ankle and instep to his lips and place soft pecks on both. “That’s my girl..” but he didn’t stop there..he couldn’t even if he wanted to. And you didn’t exactly want him to either. On top of those long legs being accessorized with those cute shoes, you were sporting nothing more than a tiny lace teddy and to his surprise…with no panties on either; catching faint glimpses of that unsheathed little slit. Just then, a light grunt would arise from his throat as your legs parted slightly once again. Especially when he heard a whimper leave your throat as well.. “..that actually feels really good.” You most certainly needed it with the way they had been feeling. He’d press his fingertips into the curvature of your foot, wrinkle your toes and even rub up to your calves. The two of you sat there with the bridge between your bodies growing much smaller. His stubble grazing your skin and that gold anklet with his name engraved on it. By now, he had practically spread you open without you so much as even realizing and to your shock..
“..I can tell.” It was so blatantly obvious by the coat of slick on your mound and protruding clit. He would like to think you chose this particular attire on purpose but either way, he wasn’t mad..not in the slightest. The funniest part was that you didn’t try to deny it. Maybe you were equally as perverse as he was but you didn’t go get those expensive pedicures every other week and get those cute little toenails doused in white just for show…you got them done so your husband could have them in his mouth while he deep stroked you later that night! With deviant glares shrouding both of your faces, Reiner continued his onslaught of tender kissing of your ankles and toes, even flicking his tongue across them whilst looking directly into your eyes. He was intent, focused and determined to get you loosened up, which seemed to be working by the looks of it. Just that quick, you had managed to get him equally aroused; spotting an unmistakable bulge in his gray sweatpants. His shirtless torso showing off those impeccable abs. Cradling your foot with one hand, akin to the way he’d done those footballs previously, he began lacing them with sloppy pecks before placing them in his mouth and suckling. The glare in those beautiful brown eyes of yours told it all:
“…shit..Rei.” Causing you to squirm in your seat, attempting to feign off those pangs of pleasure but all you’d end up doing was rutting yourself against the cushion..furthering your desire. But just as you did so, you’d feel that imprint underneath your opposite foot grow larger, practically swelling. When he had a woman this beautiful, it took next to nothing for his dick to get hard. Especially when you were into the same taboo quirks he was.. “..play with yourself.” Muttering in that grovely tone. Only repeating it as he glided his tongue up the side of your instep and nibbled at your ankle once more. “Play with that pussy f’r me. And don’t take that foot off of me either. Keep it right there.” Absolute in what he said, you’d follow his command; slowly removing your breasts from the top of that ensemble and lifting the bottom portion to expose your heat to the cool air. Those nipples were super erect and that cunt was dripping. Kneading your fingers into those round, juicy tits..(y/n) brought them up to your mouth and began suckling those stuff buds whilst rubbing on your clit. He could hear that slick being drummed up and it sent your husband into a tailspin. He was so horny right now, it made no sense. It was taking all of his restraint to not put you on this floor, pin you down and drill your shit right here. But alas, this was a little more fun. The constant teasing, the subtle foreplay and mutual freakiness between you two. Who else would be into something like this? Massaging those fingertips over your parted plumpness, you’d toss your head back; titties swaying as you impaled yourself on those digits..bouncing up and down on them, hoping to have them replaced with his thick cock soon. For now, you’d allow him to continue savoring your toes and enjoying his rather peculiar and taboo fetish; pedaling the opposite foot against his hard on. Grunting and moaning, Reiner promptly shuffled that elastic waistband down until his entire erect sprang forth. It was swollen..all eight and a half inches standing at attention and seeping with precum; apparent by the formed stain on his pants. That mushroom tip beaming red and ready to use something to relieve that pressure. He’d immediately wrap that palm around his shaft and begin stroking. Softly shuffling it up and down from the base to the tip; smacking those full balls in the process. He shouldn’t have been this aroused by your feet of all things but his infatuation with you ran throughout the entire body. That was the effect you had on him. You’d continue bringing yourselves to the edge. “Fuck..got me so hard right now, sugar. I don’t know what to do..look what you did to me.” That mischievous chuckle and grin returned as he watched you grinding on those digits, wishing they were the real thing. The power you held over him was insurmountable. Still working yourself over, you’d giggle as well, whining so helplessly.
“Fuck..get on your knees, baby. Get on your fucking knees..”
hissing through gritted teeth as he ushered you to the ground. Reluctantly removing your toes from his mouth. With those breasts still unclothed, Reiner positioned you before him; resembling an obedient little slut, he’d impatiently grope your tits..maneuvering until his cock was nestled between them and he’d make haste in fucking them. Bucking his hips forward, Reiner growled whilst using your flesh to his satisfaction. Pumping himself through the tight confines of those squeezed breasts. Utilizing his own precum as lubricant to make it easier to push through the tightly formed orifice. To say your husband was losing his mind may have been a gross understatement. After working himself over, you’d notice that his breath was beginning to falter and his strokes became uneven..a sure fire signal that he was growing closer. It wouldn’t be long before he began to twitch. You’d press your hands to the sides of your chest, closing the gap and making it more compact..thus prompting him to come..
“Nut on them, baby. Go ahead, let it out.” Even extending your tongue and closing your eyes to prepare for it. Only seconds later did you feel him come to a halt and hear a loud grunt leave his throat. It was then that you’d feel the damp warmth splattering all over your tongue, face and tits; painting you with every droplet of his cum. Grasping your chin, Reiner then placed a gentle kiss atop your forehead, amid the laughter that followed from the two of you.
“That was fun.”
“Yes it was..thank you sugar.” Swiping the remnants from your eyes. It hadn’t even dawned on either of you that you had just gotten off in the most strange of ways. But it could be your dirty little secret..no one had to know.
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i was wondering if you could write where vinnie and the reader have a old couple type relationship. They constantly playfully tease and fight with each other, and the only reason why that is, is because vinnie finds it supppper hot when the reader get pissed off (he’s a lil freak that)
thank you so much, your amazing ❤️❤️
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this is such a cute idea !! thank you so much for the request !! <33
pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader
warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), making out, vinnie being a lil freak, mentions of sex, lmk if i missed anything !
summary; you and vinnie are constantly playfully teasing/fighting with each other
you and vinnie have been together for years. dating wise it’s around 3, but the two of you have known each other since middle school. once the two of you started dating your junior years of highschool, it was no shock to everyone.
since the two of you have been by each others side so long, it’s easy for the two of you to constantly get on each others nerves.
vinnie loves to push your buttons sometimes, but at the end of the day, you can’t stay mad at him for long.
your guys’ relationship is to the point where everyone knows the two of you aren’t breaking up anytime soon. you and vinnie are constantly teasing each other, and just all around play fighting.
it’s a very comfortable relationship you have with vinnie, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“baby, have you seen my pokémon cards? i thought i picked them all up from the stream the other day but im missing some.” vinnie asks you as he sees you walk into his room.
you can’t help but subtlety laugh and say, “baby, have you seen my pokémon cards?” in a mocking tone.
vinnie throws a pillow at you. “stop i’m serious!” he exclaims. “stop being a hater just because you don’t get it.”
you laugh and throw the pillow back at him. you grab his hands in yours and look up at him with a sweet smile. “i’ll help you find them, come on.”
✧∘* ೃ ⋆。˚.
digging through a drawer in vinnie’s bathroom, you sigh heavily when you can’t find your mascara you’re looking for.
“what are you lookin’ for, princess?” vinnie asks as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you from behind.
he moves your hair out of the way to kiss your neck, and you can’t help but melt into his touch and completely forget what you were just doing.
after a moment you push vinnie off of you and he stands up straight again, looking at the two of you in the mirror.
“can’t find my mascara and i need to leave soon.” you tell him as you sift through the drawer again.
“how about,” vinnie says as he turns you around to face him. “you don’t go out and you stay here with me, yeah?” he carefully grabs you from under your legs and lifts you up onto the bathroom counter.
he stands in between your legs, you wrap yours around his waist while threading your fingers through his hair.
vinnie keeps a tight hold on your waist as he trails kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone.
“v, no marks, please.” you tell him, but you can already tell he’s not listening. you feel him suck on the sweet spot of your neck, you moan in pleasure at the feeling.
vinnie moves back up and captures your lips in a hungry kiss. he’s kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will. as much as you need to go, you don’t want this to end.
you tug at his hair once you feel vinnie’s tongue enter your mouth, deepening the kiss. you wrap your legs around him tighter, basically pulling him into you.
finally, after awhile, you break away and smile at your boyfriend. he smiles back at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“now i gotta cover this up.” you say as you jump down from the counter. you fish through the still opened drawer again, trying to find something to cover up the hickey.
once you find it, you carefully cover up the mark vinnie had left on you. “do you have to go?” you hear vinnie ask, making you look up at him through the mirror.
you contemplate for a minute, wondering if you really do have to. you did tell your friends you were free today, and you’d feel bad for canceling.
“yes babe, i have to go.” you tell your boyfriend. as you talk to vinnie you also try to still find the missing mascara.
vinnie sits down on the closed toilet seat and watches you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
“you don’t need mascara, baby. you already look so beautiful as is.” vinnie compliments, and you give him a smile followed by a quick kiss.
“thank you, vin. can you try to look for it while i’m gone? we should only be out for a few hours.” you tell him.
vinnie nods and stands up. “anything for you, my love.” he replies.
you say ‘thank you’ and grab your things to head out to see your friends.
✧∘* ೃ ⋆。˚.
“vincent, gimme back my phone right now!” you exclaim at your boyfriend as the two of you run around the living room like children.
you were sitting on the couch minding your business when you heard vinnie’s voice from behind you.
when you looked behind you, you saw him standing there with a smirk on his face. “what are you lookin’ at?” he asked in a teasing tone.
you had his tiktok account open on your phone. so what? you like to look through his account sometimes and thirst over your boyfriend, big deal.
“nothin’!” you quickly replied, hiding your phone from his view.
vinnie smiled and before you knew it, he had climbed over the couch and was then tackling you for your own phone.
“i swear to god i’ll- oh, you’ll what, huh?” you started to say as the two of you stood feet apart from each other, your phone in his hand. that was until vinnie cut you off.
he watches as you become all flustered as you try to think of a comeback. he thought you looked very cute as you tried to think of a way to ‘hurt’ his feelings.
vinnie then runs up the stairs and you can assume into his room. you’re a few steps behind him though.
“vinnie!” you yell through the house, trying to catch up to him.
you finally reach his room and make your way into it, except you can’t since the door is locked and shut.
“vincent cole hacker open this door!” you exclaim as you pound your fist against the door and turn the handle. “better not be doing any freaky shit, i swear.”
after a minute you finally hear the door unlock and you barge into his room and see him on his bed.
“hi, baby.” he greets you as if nothing has been going on.
“you little shit.” you mutter, jumping on his bed and tackle him.
you straddle him as you try to grab your phone out of his hands. your chest is basically pressing against his face while you reach up to reach his hands.
“gimme it,” you say as you pin his hands to the head board of his bed. “vinnie i swear i will chop off your dick if you do not give me my phone back.”
you hear vinnie gasp and try to put his hand on his heart. “how dare you say that!” he exclaims in a mocking tone. “that’s my best asset about me and you know it.”
you can’t help but laugh at that and vinnie laughs with you. “you’re such a freak.”
as you continue to playfully fight with your boyfriend, you watch as he stops trying to fight you and looks at you. “what?” you ask.
“you just look so pretty.” he compliments, making you blush.
“awe, thank you. but that’s not gonna help you get out of this.” you tell him, giving him a mischievous smile.
vinnie grins at you and continues to lift his arms above his head as you try to reach. you can feel vinnie move so his face is now pressing against your shirt and you quickly move away.
“stop bein’ so horny all the time,” you say in fake annoyance. “just gimme the damn phone.”
vinnie lets his arms down and looks at you wide eyed. the first sentence you had said he knew was in a fake tone, but the one you said sounded real.
he couldn’t help but find the tone in your voice hot. although you could get scary when mad, vinnie thought it was the hottest thing when you got mad.
you move around on vinnie as you try to reach for your phone, he keeps one hand on your hip while the other is still in the air with your phone.
after what felt like forever you finally get your phone back. you smile at him in content.
you go to get up but vinnie quickly pulls you down. you look at him confused until you finally realize why he isn’t moving.
“get the fuck up and take your ass to the bathroom.” you tell him, slapping his chest as you stand up.
vinnie stands up with you and gives you a kiss before walking into his bathroom. “not my fault you’re not when you’re mad.” he tells you.
you shake your head and push him towards the bathroom more. “or you could help me?” he asks, and you just giggle and make your way to his bedroom door.
you walk out of his room and back down to the living room, smiling to yourself at how in love you are with vinnie, even if he does piss you off.
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i loved loved loved writting this !! and i hope you enjoyed it just as much !! <33 thank you again for the request ! <3
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whorefortheevans · 11 months
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Not His Type - Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader (18+)
I genuinely can't tell if this is good or not lmfao, I haven't written smut in literal yearsss and I've never written for ahs please help me.
CW: fingering, oral (fem receiving), public sex, slight praise at the end word count: 1316
"I'm telling you, Ethel, I'm definitely not his type," you explained, for what felt like the millionth time, to Jimmy's sweet mother. She and you have become increasingly close over the time that you've been working at the freakshow. Two years ago, you came looking for a job, just something small to make at least a little money. Elsa turned you down at first, because you were nothing short of normal, but after offering (begging) to help Ethel with the cooking, she finally gave in.
"How do you know what his type is? You've never asked 'im," she responded, continuing to chop the vegetables you both were preparing for the night's dinner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and sliding the diced onion into a large pot.
"He likes Maggie. And what's not to like? She's blonde, thin, pretty face..."
Ethel glanced up with a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "Listen, Y/n, I've known Jimmy my whole life and I'm telling you, he's liked you for a while now."
Jimmy was the first guy you had shown any interest in. Most of them are crude and only want one thing, but he was the first man to ask for your name, take your hand and gently kiss your knuckles as an introduction. Well, needless to say he's had you since day one.
"Nope," you denied. "I am not his type, not even close."
"Not who's type?" Jimmy asked, striding into the tent. He had a playful smile on his face, and you turned away from him immediately, praying that the blush on your face wasn't as apparent as it felt.
"Nothing, don't worry about it," you said quietly. "Just boring girl talk."
Ethel put her knife down on the table and turned to you. "Oh, you know what? I forgot to grab a carrot, I'll go find one, don't wait up!" she said, half yelling as she quickly walked out of the tent, leaving you and Jimmy alone.
You suppressed a grin and rolled your eyes, standing in front of the table and starting to cube a potato. You saw Jimmy move towards you out of the corner of your eye and felt your heart flutter. It's stupid for him to have this hold over you.
"Hi, Y/n," Jimmy said in a sing-song voice.
You smiled and looked up at him. "Hi, Jimmy."
"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked.
"What lucky guy? The one who doesn't like me back?" He grinned and shortly nodded. "It doesn't matter. I have no chance." you said, looking back at the medley on the table.
Jimmy came closer to you, now standing just mere inches away, his body heat making you impossibly warmer. "Put the knife down, Y/n."
You placed the knife onto the cutting board and pushed it away from the table's edge. You turned to Jimmy, who took your wrists in his hands and smiled at you. "Who's the lucky guy?"
He leaned his head towards yours, nudging your cheek with his nose. You gasped, trying to control your breath and slow your heartbeat, but you knew it was no use. "Um, it's you, Jimmy," you said, awkward and quiet. You felt him smile against your skin.
"And who says you're not my type?" he said, clearly amused, but your sense of embarrassment dwindled quite quickly. You didn't answer him. Your words were caught in your throat and his proximity was making you very nervous.
He didn't press the issue further, and instead kissed your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, and after a small pause to look into your eyes, he smiled again and placed his lips on yours.
His hands grasped your waist, and you placed yours on his shoulders for stability. He gently bit your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you, and he continued to kiss his way down your jaw to your neck, biting and licking until he found the spot that made you moan yet again.
He sucked on the skin just below your ear, and you threw your head back to give him space. He walked you back a few steps, until your lower back hit the table behind you. Jimmy pulled away and lifted you up, sitting you down on the cleared space of the table. Now standing between your legs, he reached his hands under your shirt and pulled it off.
His left hand massaged your breast, hardening your nipple and sending chills down your spine. His right hand moved further down, rubbing soft circles over your clothed clit. You moaned and pulled your head away from him.
"Is this okay?" he asked you.
"Your mom will be back soon," you said, although you didn't want him to stop.
"We'd better make this quick then, lift your hips." he said, as he quickly pulled down your pants and underwear in one go.
"Jimmy! The food is right here!" you exclaimed, your heart pounding steadily.
He laughed and kissed down your body, positioning himself on his knees right in front of your dripping pussy. "The heat will cook off anything bad, don't worry." He ran his fingers through your wetness and stuck them in his mouth. "You taste delicious," he said, kissing your thighs, inching closer to where you most want him.
"Jimmy, please," you whimpered, wriggling your hips to try and find some sort of friction.
"Please, what?" he teased, looking up at you.
You groaned in embarrassment, "Please touch me, lick me...anything."
He smiled up at you and lightly kissed your clit, sticking his tongue out and flattening it against you. You gripped the edge of the table and let your head fall back in pleasure.
He kitten licked your clit before briefly pausing, and running his tongue from the base of your pussy back up to your clit, sucking it and kissing it in a way you've never felt before.
You let out a series of moans, trying to keep them quiet in case anyone was near enough to hear. You moved your hand into his hair and pulled on it, causing him to moan and send vibrations through your core. You leaned back on your left hand, hoping it would be enough to support you through this.
Jimmy took his right hand from where it rested on your thigh and plunged his middle two fingers into your hole, pushing them as far in as possible before withdrawing them. He began to pump them, slowly at first, and as your moans got louder his hand went faster.
You could feel your arousal dripping out of you, running down to your asshole and collecting on Jimmy's chin. It wasn't long before you were a wriggling mess. You could feel your pelvic muscles tightening and your walls started to clench around his fingers. "Jimmy, I-I'm gonna...cum," you moaned out.
Jimmy took his mouth away from you and pumped faster, if that was even possible. He took his left hand and rubbed hard, fast circles on your clit and looked up at you, your mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. "Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on my fingers like a good girl,"
That was all you needed before he sent you over the edge. You bit your knuckles, trying to keep quiet but your moans still sounded loud in your ears. You clenched tightly around Jimmy and squeezed your legs together as the pressure inside you was released.
Jimmy took his fingers out but rubbed your clit through your orgasm before helping you put your pants back on. He stood up, wiped his mouth on his arm and smiled at you. "Who says you're not my type?" he grinned, backing away from you as Ethel came back in, holding up two carrots.
"Found 'em," she said, before setting them down on the opposite side of the table and sending you a playful smirk.
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Could I request a self aware twst au with like the first years :D?
I want to thank all the people who interacted with that post earlier today. It gave me enough motivation to go out and finish this piece.
While trying to think up concepts for this work, it occured to me that all the first years (except Ortho) were in sports clubs. That means there is one event perfect for you to bond with your first year friends.
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Ace kicks a pile of canvas laying in a heap at his feet, “This is ridiculous!  What if something happens while we’re gone!”  His mouth twists into an unpleasant grimace.  He looks to his basketball club members for backup, but no one will meet his eye.  So, he turns to where he knows he’ll find support.  “Oi, Sebek!”  The green haired fae is distractedly pounding away at a tent stake nearby but it is easy to see from his expression that his heart isn’t in it.  “What happens if someone tries to kidnap the Player when we aren’t there to protect them?  You know how famous they are!”  Sebek stops hammering and slowly looks up, tears forming in his eyes. 
“SILVER! SILVER!” he shouts to his clubmate, “What if I’m not there to protect the Player!  Forget this event, we must return to the school with ALL HASTE!”  He looks to his fellows for support but again, none of the senior students stop what they are doing.  Ace, however, is fast to abandon his own camping site and join Sebek.  “Right, right?” he eagerly urges Sebek on, “What does this even matter if our Player isn’t here to see it?” 
“Stop it,” the sturdy voice of Jack growls, “It doesn’t pay to get worked up over it.  This is in the story, so we have to do it.  That’s just how it is.”  Sebek stares at the wolf beastman silently, tears falling from his eyes.  “Maybe we can tell them about it later!” Deuce tries to cheer his fellow freshman up, “I’m sure they’d like to hear about it.  They always listened to my card stories before…well before it happened.  I think they’d like to hear about this too!”  At that Sebek seemed mightily cheered and returned to setting up his tent with gusto, muttering about what he’d tell the Player about later.  Ace scoffs, sensing his defeat and returns bitterly to his own site. 
Epel wanders over and observes Ace silently.  “You finished?” Ace asks in surprise.  “Yeah, Leona is a great leader and took charge of getting us set up right away!” Epel informs him, “I had time to put up my tent and help Ruggie set up one for Leona too!”  Then he looks down and kicks Ace’s sad abandoned tent as well, “I just wish the Player was here to see it.  I bet they’d have been really impressed with how fast I finished.”  Ace frowns and complains, “But they aren’t here.  They are back at school with the Arts Clubs.”  This causes Epel to scowl deeply, “Dagnabit!  I didn’t need a reminder of that!  I can just picture those frou-frou artsy types trying to suck up to the Player.  Trying to get them to talk different, eat different, just…” He doesn’t finish the thought but the way he grinds his teeth shows how he feels about the idea.
The sound of pounding tent stakes and shifting canvas is diminished when the booming voice of Coach Vargas booms out, “Listen up, young campers!  Now, I know you don’t need any additional motivation to showcase your strength and fortitude here after I’ve done an AMAZING job setting up this EXCITING AND ENTERTAINING EVENT!”  Here he pauses and casts a quick look over his shoulder before straightening up again.  “But if you do!”  Then he smiles a beaming smile and sets his hands on his hips.  That’s when you pop out from behind him, “Hey guys!  Guess who’s here to do their memory keeper duties!” 
Ace jumps over his canvas pile in a rush to get to your side and stumbles over it.  “Woah, calm down,” you admonish him cheerily, “I’ll be here all weekend.”  Epel asks in an innocent sounding voice, “You will?  You really will?”  You pat the two boys on the shoulder and search out your other first year friends in the crowd.  Sebek is sobbing quietly in front of his tent and Deuce is waving excitedly from the distant track club area.  Jack gives you a small nod before turning back to his area as though he is unaffected by your appearance, but the cloud of dust kicked up by his wagging tail says otherwise. 
You turn toward Vargas and look expectantly.  He looks blankly back at you until you awkwardly say, “Go on.”  He looks at you a moment before clearing his throat, “Ah yes, yes.  Harumph!  Anyway, tents are up!  Get over here and listen up for your next task!”  Then he looks at you as though seeking your approval to hand out the task.  You shrug and then nod as though to say, ‘Sure, go for it.’  Vargas gives you a toothy smile and then proceeds to hand out a familiar sounding explanation about the tasks to be assigned to the clubs.  You wave lightly before heading back to the cabin to get your own things sorted out.  The eagerness of the students fades as fast as your departure.
“So…,” Deuce begins carefully, “We are going to try now?  Right?”  He looks at Ace for confirmation.  Jack snorts behind him, “I was always going to try.”  Then he makes a fist and puts on an eager smile, “I’m going to knock this challenge out so fast that the Player can’t help but notice me!”  Deuce turns away from Ace to join Jack instead.  The two Track Club members fire each other up over their plans to dominate the camp tasks and stand out to the Player.  Deuce quickly becomes so distracted by this that he forgets Ace entirely.  This is just the chance Ace has been waiting for to quietly slip away.
“So, Prefect,” Ace begins as he appears at your side.  You yelp and drop your backpack, catching it before it hits the ground and damages your precious ghost camera.  “Ace!” you shout, “What are you doing here?  This isn’t in the event!”  He looks at you quietly and you quickly backtrack, “I…I mean, shouldn’t you be with the Basketball Club doing…something?”  Ace smiles, happy to have avoided an awkward situation.  “Nah, I’m not going to mess around in the woods.  It’s a team effort, so as long as those other guys do the grunt work, I’ll be fine.”  You roll your eyes at his attitude.  “Plus, why would I want to be anywhere but with my best buddy, eh Prefect?” 
You consider this carefully before slyly narrowing your eyes and gesturing to your unbuilt tent.  “Sure, thing, Pal.  Why don’t you hang out and help me build my tent.”  Ace grimaces, not wanting to do the work but mostly afraid you’ll pick up on his lack of tent-building expertise.  The odd standoff is concluded when you hear Coach Vargus bellow, “Nonsense!  That won’t do for either of you!  I can hardly deprive the Prefect of the chance to enjoy this stimulating muscle-building activity and as for you Ace, well, you are just slacking off.”  Ace starts to stammer as you just stand there cringing.  Coach Vargus calmly approaches Ace and lifts him up by his collar.  It reminds you of how you lift a misbehaving Grim by the scruff of his neck.  You wave awkwardly at the departing Ace as he looks imploringly at you from the Coach’s grasp.  ‘Oh well, you reap what you sow,’ you think.
A tiring amount of time later, you brush your hands off on your thighs and declare, “There, done!”  Then you slowly head over to grab your pack holding the Ghost Camera, among other supplies.  The sun is barely at its peak, but you are already sweating with exertion from putting up the tent.  You wonder how your more athletic friends among the first-year students are handling it.  You know they are more used to the effort, but you hope they are taking necessary precautions.  Perhaps you’d just remind them and see if they need to borrow some sunscreen.
You know realize that sunscreen was the least of your safety concerns.  You watch in disbelief as Sebek continues to scale a sheer cliff in search of a lantern blossom flower.  The reaction of the nearby students was mixed.  Silver seemed remarkably unconcerned as he spoke to Riddle nearby.  Meanwhile, you and several NPC characters were more nervous.  “He is going to fall, isn’t he?” you ask the nearby Scarabia A.  He looks at you for a long moment and then shrugs his shoulders.  You are not reassured at all. 
You turn instead to Ignihyde C and gesture, “This game doesn’t have a mature rating, so he can’t die.  Right? Right?”  The surprised student looks at you with his mouth falling open before he stammers, “R.right.”  Then he looks up at the precarious position of the green haired fae and mumbles, “But maybe you should cheer him on anyway.”  You look more intently at the NPC and demand, “Do you think that would help?”  He answers you in a fluster, “W..well, if my oshi…I mean friend…if my friend cheered me on, I think it would really help me do my best!” 
Right.  That is just the sort of thing friends do.  “HEY SEBEK!” you shout.  The fae somehow hears you shout and looks arrogantly over his shoulder at the spectators but when his eye catches your form, he shakes, and you fear he will tumble from the cliff.  “HOLD ON SEBEK, YOU CAN DO IT!  I BELIEVE IN YOU!”  From even the great distance between you, the image of determination that crosses his expression can be seen.  He sets off with a renewed vigor, making daring transitions and finding ways to make speedy progress.  With several movements that make you gasp and hold your breath; he reaches the lantern blossom and plucks it from the ground. 
Much faster than the ascent, Sebek’s return to the ground was accomplished quite shortly.  He was still a considerable distance up when he leaps from the cliff edge to race to your side and show off his prize.  He eagerly holds out the glowing lantern blossom for you to view.  “Its so pretty,” you comment politely, “I wish I had one.”  He gasps and grabs hold of your hand, forcing the poor battered flower into it.  “THEN YOU MUST HAVE THIS ONE!”  You give him a shocked look, “No really, that is unnecessary.  I’ll get one some other day.”  He smiles at you smugly, “No need Prefect.  Any time you need a lantern blossom, I will fetch one for you.”  You guiltily hold out the flower to one student after another, but no member of the Horseback Riding Club will take it from you.  “Prefect,” Riddle finally says in a commanding voice, “Its rude to return a gift.  We are more than capable of retrieving another lantern blossom.”  Sebek and Silver nod in agreement, backing up the Dorm Leader.  You think it’s time to go before you cause this club any more trouble.  You make your excuses and dash off to the lake.
As you part a pair of branches and emerge from the forest at the lake’s edge, you catch sight of some members of the Spelldrive Club nearby.  Ruggie seems to be fishing up a storm while your first-year friend Epel watches from nearby with his own pole.  “See,” Ruggie tells his underclassman, “That’s how its done.  Now in return for that free lesson, how about you show me what you learned by catching enough fish for the rest of the club! Shishishi!”  You roll your eyes at the obvious attempt to foist the work off onto Epel but are surprised with your friend shouts “YES SIR!” with enthusiasm.  You catch Ruggie’s eye and give him a quiet tsk tsk which only earns you a mischievous wink before the hyena beastman set’s off toward camp.
You slowly saunter over to Epel, who is fully engaged in his fishing.  “So, got a plan?” you asked over his shoulder.  “Eh!?” he gasps and drops his pole, “Player!  I..I mean Prefect!  It’s you! Ya’ had me surprised outta my skin there!”  You give him an apologetic smile.  Epel stoops down to retrieve his pole and shyly replies, “My plan is just to catch the fish.  I’m not going to give up until I’ve caught at least a dozen!”  Then he holds up his arm and bends it at the elbow, giving you a little flex to show off his determination.  You hold in a laugh, “Well, if you are that fired up, why stop at only one dozen?” 
Epel’s eyes go wide for a moment and then he gets a maniacal grin.  “Yeah! You’re right!  I’m going to catch you at least two dozen fish!  Or maybe three or four!”  You know Epel is not the type to break his word, so you quickly interrupt to calm down his ambitions, “One dozen is enough!  I was just joking.”  You wave your hands toward the ground as though to say, let’s lower our expectations.  Epel frowns and mutters under his breath, “That isn’t going to impress anyone.” Then he looks at you determined, “Just wait and see!  I’ll catch plenty of fish so don’t go eat’n with any other club!  When tha fish are in tha bag, I’ll make ya Gram’s special fish stew!” 
As Epel gets to work, casting his line and reeling in the lure, you sit beside him on a rock.  When the time seems right, you snap a picture of him eagerly lifting a small fish from the lake on his line.  “There you go!  One down!” you say as you transfer the ghost camera to your elbow and give him a small clap of encouragement.  He preens a short second before frowning down at the small fish.  “Tha’ next ‘un will be twice as big!” he shouts in determination before casting his line again. 
True to his prediction, soon Epel gets a tremendous tug on his pole.  You both shout and leap to your feet at the strength of the fish that appears to be on the line.  “WOAH!” Epel shouts.  You lean over the edge of the lake, trying to see the monster fish Epel has snagged.  Epel too seems interested in his opponent and plans one foot firmly while leaning forward to stare intently where his line entered the lake.  With a sudden flash, a scaled hand emerges from the lake to grab the tip of Epel’s rod and tugs Epel, pole and all, into the lake.  You quickly slide back as far more of Floyd emerges from the lake.  He gives you a toothy smile before his trademark laugh emerges and he returns to the lake.  Epel does not immediately surface, and you are concerned for a moment before you spot him further down the shore.  Though he has concealed himself behind a log, you can tell his ears are flushed with embarrassment.  You kindly decide to give him his space.
Halfway to camp, your stomach begins to growl.  You thought sadly about Gran’s special fish stew, now beyond your reach.  You hoped that you’d manage to sweet talk some fish off someone.  They were your friends, so someone is bound to share, right? 
The size of Deuce’s eyes when you asked him sweetly if he’d share his food with you rivaled that of the empty plate you held out to him.  “Please?” you finish your plea for lunch.  Deuce flushes and quickly removes his pack from his shoulder, pulling out a fairly large fish.  “No problem, Prefect, I’ve got enough for two here!”  You make a little gesture to celebrate your victory and compliment him, “Yeah!  Great job catching such a big fish.  It looks so huge, I bet its even enough for three people!”  Immediately Deuce denies this, “NO!  NO, IT’S NOT!”  When you pull back in surprise, Deuce continues in a softer voice, “I…I mean this one is just perfect for two.  It…its just meant for us.  To share.  Together.” 
You hold up your hands and agree, “Sure, sure.  Just you and me.  I get you.”  Deuce seems so very pleased by your response that you decide to just let his strange response slide.  Plus, you need him to cook that fish.  “So…what are you making?  You know, just for us to share?” you ask as you saddle up to his side?  Deuce looks back and forth between you and the fish, “I sure know how to cook this.  Yup, I really do.”  Your mouth falls into a little O and then you glare at him suspiciously, “Deuce, do you know how to cook fish?”  He doesn’t meet your eye but assures you that Trey taught him some recipes.  You still have your suspicious but figure if it was a Trey recipe, it would be alright.
“So, what do we do?” you ask Deuce.  He looks at you with a dreamy expression, “We?  You’re going to cook with me?”  You shrug your shoulders, “I mean yeah, that’s how Trey’s recipes are, right?”  Then you lean in close and whisper, “Like…Like in the game when we made that chestnut tart together.  Right?”  Deuce quickly agrees, “Right!  Together!  You and me!  Just…you and me… Ahem!”  He finishes with a cough and then, to your relief, sends you to the forest to collect some herbs. 
You had a handful of samples and a general area to search for more.  Apparently, Jack had scented some out while setting up camp and taken cuttings so his clubmates could retrieve more later.  You smiled at the foresight of the first-year student.  You weren’t sure exactly what Deuce needed, so you gathered a few handfuls of each type.  You walk back to the camp and set your bounty on the table next to the fish Deuce has prepared.  It looks like he’s used the time you were away to fillet the fish and make a simple dough.  Seeing the dough gives you confidence that this really is a Trey recipe. 
“So, what now?” you ask him.  “Chop up the herbs and mix them into a paste with water,” Deuce directs.  “Sure,” you say while gesturing to the pile, “but which ones?”  Deuce pauses and looks at the large pile of greens you have sitting there.  “Oh…um…All of them!”  Now your doubts are back.  “Are you sure about that?” you ask him carefully.  “Yeah!” Deuce replies confidently, “Just like Trey says, the more the merrier!”  You carefully take two sprigs of herbs and chop them up and then, while Deuce is preoccupied with the dough, give them a taste.  Honestly, the combination of the two isn’t bad.  ‘Well,’ you think, ‘what to I know about cooking in a magical world anyway?’  So, you chop the entire pile of greens and mix it all into a thick paste.  Deuce combines your herb paste with the fish and puts it into a small pie shell he has formed with the dough.  Then, you pack the ‘pie’ into the hot rocks of the fire to roast. 
While the pie bakes, you sit side by side on a log and chat about normal things.  Or maybe it was more like you chatted and Deuce listened.  You didn’t mind, he was good company even if he seemed preoccupied.  You were telling him about Grim’s latest antics when you felt something on your hand.  You give a small yelp and tug your hand into your lap.  “Ah!” you examine your hand as you brush it off, “Was that a bug?”  Deuce, who you suddenly realize had gotten far closer to you than you’d noticed, nervously remarked, “Oh yeah, that…was probably it.  Ha ha.”  Finally, you ask, “Are you cold?  I bet we could find you a seat closer to the fire if you are.  You can be as cozy as our pie.”  Deuce seems embarrassed for a moment before suddenly becoming alarmed, “THE PIE!”  He jumps up and fishes the pie from the fire. 
He brings it to you nervously, “I think it is fine…”  The pie has a small amount of char around the edge that was directly in the fire.  If it hadn’t been made by your good friend, you’d probably have refused it but, since it was made by Deuce, you don’t have the heart to refuse.  “Oh yeah, looks fine.  I guess…lets try it?” you say trying to convince both yourself and Deuce of the pie’s editability.  Deuce lets out a happy sigh and breaks the pie in half, handing you the slice with fewer burnt edges.  He makes no move to eat the pie himself but seems to hold his breath, waiting for you to try it.  “Well, here it goes?” you say in a worried tone.  You take a bite; it’s terrible.  You force your mouth into a wide smile, “mmm…” you mutter for him in pity.  You decide to use the same method for the pie as you used the last time you were forced to eat Lilia’s cooking.  You cram the pie down in three huge bites, trying to finish it off while tasting it as little as possible. 
For a moment, Deuce seems greatly pleased with the gusto in which you eat before the look of alarm sets on his face and he tilts his head to the side.  Or maybe he is tilting his whole body?  Oh, no.  It’s you that is falling.  Then the blackness takes you as Deuce’s frightened shouts fade out, “HELP, I think…I’ve poisoned…the player…”
You wake up groggy.  If that was all, you’d have considered yourself lucky, but it also appears you’ve been tied to a tree.  You are confused for a moment until you recall the storyline of the Camp Vargus event.  Right, Coach is probably out tormenting students right now while anyone captured is tied up.  Great, just great.  You look up when you hear a long howl echoing through the forest.  ‘Is that Jack?’ you think to yourself.  If Jack is already in his wolf form, then this camp is nearly over.  You sigh and lean back into the tree, waiting for someone to come along and release you.
It isn’t longer than an hour before a very tired but eager Jack arrives to untie you.  “Guess you are the hero of the day, huh?” you jibe at him.  He flushes as he rubs the back of his head, “Oh, you heard about that.”  He tries to pretend indifference but moments later he is asking for more details, “So what did you hear?”  Well, this is a challenge to answer since you hadn’t actually heard anything about it.  You just remembered it from when it was a game plot.  “Well…didn’t Floyd change into his mer form?  That was probably cool to see.” 
A look of incredulousness passes over his face, “Yeah well, other guys probably looked cool too.”  You nod knowingly, “Yeah, I heard you got to Sebek use his training to lure the monster into the bog.  Who knew there would be a chance for him to show off his skills out here.”  Jack huffs, “Yeah but he wasn’t the only one using his skills out there.”  Now you smile, feeling a bit mischievous yourself, “Oh, for sure.  I mean what would we have done without our MVP from Savanahclaw.”  Jack lets out a relieved sigh and smiles.  “Yes, Ruggie sure did pull though.  I don’t normally approve of his sneaky habits, but you have to admit he really came through today.” 
Jack’s eyes widen and he stands there in a silent shock.  “Well, let’s get going.  Are you hungry?  I could sure go for something right about now.”  Then you dust off your knees and start heading toward camp.  After a moment, you decide you’ve tortured him enough and pause, waiving your hand to signal him to join you.  When he reaches your side, you give his uniform sleeve a tug.  He bends down and you use this opportunity to give him a pat on the head and then rub his soft ears.  “You did good, Jack,” you praise him softly.  Then you thread your arm through his own and tug him along to camp.  “Now, let’s go get some grub.  Just don’t take anything Deuce gives you, ok?”  Jack smiles and follows you along, tail wagging all the way.
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Trolls - Branch and Keith Brothers AU
HI!!! I'm back! With more Trolls plot bunnies. This one does not take place in the Prince Char Au, or the Veneer re-carnation one. It's completely separate and closer to canon.
Pre-movie.
Keith is the little trolling who likes to watch his parents sleep, and it's clear by the reactions from his classmates that he's not the most popular kid. A bit of a odd outsider, that finds happiness in things that others don't. There's another troll in Pop village who's a bit of an outsider, our favorite grump, Branch.
Branch would be in the village market one winter day, making some rare purchases rather then getting them from the wilds, when he first comes across Keith. The trolling would've been lost, left behind by his classmates. Branch would be a little confused by the kids blankness, but he isn't going to leave a kid lost in the snow, and helps Keith get back home to his dad. One the way he asks if this, keith getting left behind, happened often. Keith would blankly gripe about it, and how he thought his friends didn't actually like him, and he didn't think he liked them. Branch says that friends should like each other.
Couple of weeks later, Branch is working on gathering supplies, and Keith appears out of no where, then continues to follow the grey troll. When Branch asks what Keith is doing. Keith says, "You said befriend people I like." "Yeah so?" "I like you."
It throws Branch off, no one liked him.
Keith would continue to find and follow Branch for the next few days, it's only after a chance run in with a predator, that the grey troll realizes this kid isn't going away, and he starts training Keith in the ways of survival. Even more shockingly Keith listens to him when he's teaching. Everyone in the village always called Branch crazy with his survival bunker and apocalypse prep, but Keith listens intently. Even if it doesn't appear like it. Branch teaches Keith about, the forest, which fruits were safe to eat and where/when they grew. How to defend yourself from different type dangerous predators. And even about some of the extra traps and defenses Branch made for the village.
Branch gets used to his new little protégée, and honestly likes being able to pass on his knowledge to someone. He eventually learns to read the subtle differences in Keith's expressionless expressions to know how the kid's mood is, whether it's happy or upset. One day, Keith comes to visit Branch upset. Seeing the kid angry makes something in Branch's stomach turn, and he has this need to fix it. He doesn't know how, he hasn't comforted someone in years. So, pulling from vague memories of Floyd helping him when Branch was upset, he asks Keith what's wrong. Keith's upset about the other kids calling his school project weird. They were supposed to make a short presentation on people, they care about and Keith chose Branch. None of the kids would listen to him and said, that Branch was weirdo, and Keith was weirdo and they deserved each other. It made Keith Mad, because, he doesn't think Branch is weird, he thinks the Grey troll is cool and he doesn't want people to be mean to him. Branch does his best to console, Keith saying that sometimes people just don't agree with you no matter how hard you try to convince them, sometimes people just can't hear you.
K: Some times it feels like no one hears me
B: Yeah, I get that. it sucks, Makes you think their something wrong with you. But there isn't. Different doesn't mean bad, it just means you see things other don't.
Keith hugs Branch, and he can't turn the kid away. It's the first person the grey troll hugs in nearly twenty years.
K: Thank you, Branch
B: No problem kid, I'm always here.
K: I've always wanted a brother.
After this, Branch fully is attached. He goes all out for Keith any chance he gets. He's always there if Keith is upset, or to help with home work. Keith is one of the few people Branch allows in the Bunker. Branch makes sure, that he'd be the brother to Keith that his own were never to him. Always there.
Especially when Keith suddenly loses his dad. Branch fights and fights hard to keep Keith, knowing just how much the grief of losing a caretaker is crushing the kid. Unsurprisingly, the Pop trolls foster system fails Keith and eventually Branch gains his custody. "Let the outsider raise an outsider." Keith moves into the bunker, and Branch is with the trolling no matter what, making sure that this kid never goes Grey like he did. Though, waking up to Keith just staring at him is a little startling at first, but branch gets over it, anything to make the kid more comfortable.
By the events of the first movie, Keith has fully moved in with Branch and stays with him during the Chef's attack. And after the whole village is hidden in the bunker by Poppy, Keith pushes Branch to go after her. Peppy stepping up to watch over Keith while Branch is gone. All through out the mission Branch is thinking about Keith, worried how he's fair one his own, because while he can trust Peppy to make sure Keith doesn't die, he doesn't' trust the king to take care of Keith's mental health. They're reunion in the bergan pot is a hard one. On one hand, Branch is happy to have Keith back in sight, but on the other he feels like a failure for not being able to protect Keith from getting eaten. And When Keith goes grey in his arms...let's just say Branch isn't going down with out a fight.
I have no plans for World Tour, other then the possibility of Keith ending up captured with Poppy, and Barb mistaking Keith as her and Branch's son.
Its in Band together that things get a little more interesting...
Keith is Gristle and Bridget's ring bearer, though the rings are to big for him to hold, so he just stands inside of them to keep them from rolling away, with a very flat smile. Poppy and Branch end up dating in this two, and she does put in effort to get to know Keith, understanding that the trolling would be in branch's care for years to come. She's not as good at reading him, but she's getting better at it. And she finds Branch's caregiver side, adorable.
"Stop the Wedding!"
When John Dory shows up, Keith leaves his post, and runs to Branch after the elder troll was finished being man handled, bY JD. John is thrown off by the sight of a tiny Trolling in Branch's Arms. Seriously, when did his baby brother get a baby? Or a girlfriend? Was the kid theirs? Oh crap he missed a lot....
Keith is angry, through out the course of the third movie. Branch had already told him about their (yes, their, Keith is branch's brother now, which sadly makes him also related to these idiots) brothers, and how they all walked out on him. Keith has seen how much this hurt Branch, and how much they are hurting Branch now, he's clinging to his older brother all through out the mission.
Bruce is also shocked, and kind of feels bad, because Keith would be in Branch's hair when Bruce tossed him jostling the trolling. But he likes kids, so quickly warms up to the idea of Keith being a new baby brother. Even if he creeps Bruce out. And Keith is constantly creeping him out on purpose...thought Bruce doesn't realize it.
Keith doesn't like the hustle button.
Clay is scared of Keith. Because thanks to living with Branch the trolling can point out all of his safety measures and traps, understand how the work, and how to out smart them.
While practicing, John tries to get Keith toe join in but the trolling will only sing the words in the same flat stale note. Branch knows he's messing with john (Keith naturally sings flat but he's not that tone deaf) but doesn't say anything. Keith is hugging Branch all through out the fight, and along with poppy promises to not leave.
Floyd's too tired to really notice Keith until after he's rescued, however he's curious about the trolling. He feels proud watching Branch take care of trolling, but it also makes his stomach churn. Watching Branch with Poppy and Keith it feels like he's looking in on a family that Branch built and he missed it. Floyd would move into the bunker continuing his recovery, and during that is where he really interacting with Keith. He finds the kid adorable, not in the sparkly eyes way that Branch was but utterly adorable none the less. Keith becomes family to him too.
The fic would conclude with All the brother's accepting the fact that Branch and Keith are a package deal, and apologizing to branch for abandoning him (Keith and Poppy don't let them get away with shit). There's no long five brothers in Brozone, but six....and at least three sister-in-law...
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10 Things Y/n Can't Live Without | GQ
Got to watching Matty's old one of these and just decided to try and write one for reader, it's silly and short but if it might be something you're into then I hope you enjoy x
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“Hi GQ, I’m Y/n, and you might’ve heard a couple of my songs if you’re stuck watching this- if not, then boo, you suck.”
She pauses, thinking on it, then winces slightly and looks straight past the cameras at one of the shoot’s directors. 
“Can I say that? Is that too mean?” Before anyone can actually answer though, she waves a hand, “Ah fuck it, I don’t care. If Matty can act like a twat on his one, then so can I.” She bears a giant grin and then the lens closes in, switching from frame to frame to capture the few items she’s brought in. 
“Why are you here then today?”
She blinks and then exaggerates her eyes at the sudden reminder, “Not even five minutes in and I’ve already messed this up. But yeah, sorry! Today, I’ve brought in my ten essential items, and I guess you’re wanting to see them.” 
Wiggling her fingers, the scene then changes. 
1 - “A Lighter.”
She hums in reply to the voice, looking down at the item and then back up again. “I bet, like, if you had Harry Styles on here, his first thing would be something really nice and lovely, like Emma by Jane Austen. Seems the type, right?”
Scratches her nose in thought, “But no, you’ve just got me.”
“And what a privilege it is.”
She laughs and gives a mock bow.
“Anyway, yeah.” She continues on, fiddling with the clunky silver antique in her hand, “Not much to say about it, really. If you need a light, I’m your gal. Always prepped for arson or the odd joint.”
“Okay, probably shouldn’t say that.”
“Right, yeah ‘course, sorry. Um, don’t smoke weed then, kids?” She points at the camera with a mocking salute before the scene then changes again and she’s asked to flick open the lighter for a different shot. 
There’s a click and then the flame dies.
2 - A ziplock bag sits on top of the table. A basic run of the mill seal-again with a fading Tesco’s branded on one side.
“Ah, this is probably my most prized possession, I reckon.” Her eyes dance under the studio lights and a few chuckles can be heard from behind the camera.
“What are we looking at here?”
She drags the plastic baggy in closer and unzips it, taking a sniff of the strong scent that escapes. “Tea bags.”
“Tea bags? What kind?”
“Yorkshire through and through. Here in the states it’s so hard to find even a basic PG pyramid, let alone one of these babies.” She cradles it close to her chest, “Honestly would kill for a brew right now. But these things help me whenever I get a little too homesick- both on tour and when I’m just travelling.”
“Very lovely.”
“Very British.” She corrects with a wide grin.
3 - “I honestly want to meet the person who first invented headphones, because? Wow. What a man.” She sighs, almost reverently, opening up the AirPods case she holds with a single hand, one which seems to be covered in tiny stickers and a difficult to read engraving. 
“Reckon they had to have been the world's biggest introvert at the time. I mean, just imagine shoving shit into your ears trying to escape the idiots sat ‘round you, but then doing one better and deciding that you’d much rather prefer to listen to something sick.”
“How are they essential to you?”
“It'll sound dramatic. But I actually feel like I’d be lost without them? In a sad way. They let me disconnect when I need to, and with a job like mine that’s really hard to do at times.”
“And the last song you listened to?”
She smirks, eyes squinting at the question as she glances into camera one. “A demo.”
“One of yours?”
She merely laughs, and the joyful sound of it echoing around the studio space. “No, I wish! We’ll be waiting on that one for a while longer still.”
4 - The next item is slid into shot.
“Ah, my phone.” She clutches it in one hand but looks down at it, almost saddened. 
“It feels so stupid to say it’s an essential, because I miss the old days when we were all forced to go outside and knock about. But it really is. It has everything I need to keep me safe stored on there and also keeps me updated on things happening back home, just stuff like that. Plus, it really helps to keep my brain occupied on long flights and during meetings. So there’s always an upside.”
“What kind of case do you have on it?”
Her nose wrinkles as she glances down at the battered protecting she’s had since she first got the phone, and hums, “Just one of them hardshell ones- that what they're called? But yeah, it was a present- very much me, or so I’ve been told- and I was grateful for it. It’s scratched to bits now though, but my screen has yet to break!”
She winces, “I say that, but that’s it now. The next time it drops it’ll shatter, won’t it?”
5 - We watch as she sits a clunky old disposable before herself. It’s black and yellow, and slightly scuffed, but looks very well loved.
“Pretty self-explanatory. Just a camera, I take pictures, these things pair well together.” She turns it on and an unexpected flash goes off, “The price to print film is fucking extortionate though. So, don’t expect a copy of that.” She chuckles, alongside a couple of the camera crew and then slides the camera further down the table. 
“If anyone were to get hold of it though, they’d have a proper field day- but alas, what happens on tour, stays on tour.”
6 - The next item is one she toys with for a long moment, looking down at its yellowed pages before settling it down gently before her so that the camera can get a close up.
“A novel?”
She shakes her head, wearing the beginnings of a fond smile.
“No, this little beauty is my first child.” She states, splaying a hand over the cover of a leatherbound journal. Which earns her a few raised brows that she just laughs at before picking the thing up to flick through. “It is! But it’s also your quintessential songbook. Packed full of stories and lyrics and messy scrawl. I’ve got things sellotaped in there too, just as reminders or for when I lack inspiration.”
“What sort of things?”
With a hum, she thinks about it. “Bottlecaps? Um, a couple polaroids... Think there’s a seashell or two in there as well, from the time I was visiting a friend of mine in Barbados. So yeah, I’ve had it for years, just keep adding pages in. Need a new one though. Desperately.”
“Can we have a look inside?”
She peers down the book, hands cradling it almost protectively now, then chews on her lower lip.
“You can say no.”
Her eyes dart upwards again, “No, you’re all good. It’s just personal, you know? But yeah, I can show you the first page or so.”
Slipping off the elastic binding it altogether, the book practically bursts open on its own. She’s quick to flick to the very first page, which sports a couple of film pictures as well as the odd sticker, but is mainly just filled with miniscule scribbles.
The camera zooms in for a closer shot.
“So, all the doodles and wobbly words are just from friends or other writers I’ve worked with.” She points to a little drawing of a t-rex in the corner, “This here, was my mate George’s work. He’s vandalised quite a bit of this book, I can’t lie. But we’ve known each other for ages, and he’s produced and worked on most of my music.”
Then she trails her finger lower and across a couple of names, “There, Lewis Capaldi wrote that I’ve got a great arse, and then Noel Gallager graced a corner with his scribbled signature- still aiming to get Liam’s somehow. But I’m working on it.” 
She peers a little closer, looking for another story or detail to mention, “Oh, down here you can see a bit of blood! Like two or three splatters that stain the page.” She grins wickedly and glances back up at the camera, “That was from a time I tagged along to a Bring Me The Horizon tour, way back when. Oli sliced his hand on a guitar string and it was a proper mess. Bit mad looking back on it actually.
“What can you tell us about that main photo?”
She practically beams at the question, her gaze immediately shooting back towards the picture sat in the page’s very centre. It’s square and has its own doodled frame.
“That’s me and a couple of very good friends of mine. Bit of a difficult picture to make out, but only because it was taken with a flash and it’s about a decade old now.” She relays, dropping the notebook down on her forearm so that the camera guy can get a better look. “That’s Hann and Ross, and there’s G’s big smile. My oldest mate, Vin, is the idiot leaning over the shoulder of my cousin, Lol, in that very top corner, and then at the bottom there is Matty and I.”
“Very cosy.”
She smirks.
7 - “Number seven, what have you got for us?”
She huffs around an amused smile, “Do you know how hard it was to think of ten items? Like, if I was back home I’d’ve probably brought my mum’s dog along- or my settee. But I’m not, so I got stuck and as I was thinking about it I figured that these had to be an essential of mine. ‘Cause when I’m with the guys I’m sort of known for always having some sort of sweet treat on me.”
A pack of Haribo is placed down onto the table, alongside a red and yellow wrapped lollipop and a single bar of chocolate.
“So, you lot haven’t got any Tangfastics here- which is, I can’t even begin to fathom how you survive. Someone start a petition, please. But anyway, instead I’ve got these Zing things? Which are similar but not as good, no hate! Just the truth.”
She shrugs gently before opening the packet up and nicking one, then offers the rest of the packet outwards, smiling as a few step forward. 
“These two… these are from back home.” She claims as she drags the remaining two items nearer, “The lolly is a drumstick, don’t know if you have them here, or have even heard of them, but we typically get them in mixed or party bags back home. They’re a favourite, but I reckon that’s just mainly down to my mum’s love of them. And then this,” She moves swiftly on, twirling a wrapped chocolate bar between her fingers whilst she smiles, “This is one item I can't live without. They’re the messiest things, but taste so fucking good.”
“What’s it called?”
“A flake? Usually we get them on a 99, but they do them in multipacks and in like your local.”
“A 99?”
Her eyes widen theatrically before she drops her head into her hands, “I can’t do this today. Do you really not know what I’m on about?”
8 - A blue passport is chucked up in the air and she almost topples out of her chair to catch it.
“Ha!” She grins, waving the thing about smugly before dropping it down again. “This felt so stupid to include, but I couldn’t not. I need this for most places I go; hotels, airports… sometimes even a club if I’ve forgotten or lost my ID. But yeah, I couldn't just show you a pack of Haribo and then not include my passport.”
9 - A clinking breaks up the quiet filming they’ve been wrapped up in as they move onto the next item.
“House keys!” She exclaims happily, rattling the horde of keys she now carries.
“To how many houses?”
She rolls her eyes, not unkindly, and then smiles, wrapping the keys up in between her palms. “Three. But don’t worry, they’re not all mine!” She feels the ridiculous need to make known, but she only receives a few curious glances in return.
Taking the first set between her forefinger and thumb, a silver key and brass chub, she shows them off to the camera lens, “These are to my mum and dad’s house, they let me in through the front door whenever I want. Although I guess they're more so for emergencies, ‘cause I still like to knock when I turn up.” She shrugs a single shoulder, swiping through the keys again, “Also have the one to their garage on here somewhere as well- see, it’s that small one right there.”
Next, she dangles a single fob key and another silver cut in view. “These are mine. They let me past the front gate and the other one opens the majority of whatever else. Probably shouldn't be letting the world know that.” She snorts, but ultimately shrugs before moving onto the last of the three.
“And these,” She says as she rattles the chain to reveal a rather large horde of other keys, “Are to my very first flat. I shared it with a mate at first then things evolved and changed, so we moved onto something bigger.”
“Why do you keep them?”
“Why not?” She quips, grinning down at the set, “I mean, they hold a lot of sentimental value to me. Not just in the sense that they belonged to my very first place, but the memories I made there.”
She smiles back up at the camera a second later, now holding a little lego person that had been dangling from one of the many rings, “And there’s this little guy, too. Never had the heart to get rid of him or separate him from the others, so he just stays there. He’s beyond recognition now and definitely seen some shit, I can’t lie- actually, you can barely even make out his face or the shirt he’s wearing. See?”
She holds the yellow figure further outwards. She’s right about how disfigured the thing is, but there’s a slight mohawk to be seen and a faded outline of what once would’ve been its shirt.
“Can you remember where it came from?”
“‘Course! A friend, at the time, gave it to me. I got proper jealous of the one he’d been given at some wedding or other, like, just loved playing with it whenever we were driving and stuff. I did end up forgetting I had them at times though, so he got me one of my own just so that he could finally have his keys back.”
Her laughter is contagious, and she looks to be caught up in the memory of it.
10 - “I haven’t really got a tenth one!”
Her claim is met with quiet protests to which she mirthfully shakes her head at, “Honest! I was really stressing about it on the way over here.” She chuckles before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Have you got a special mention then? Something you’d like to claim your tenth spot?”
She gives a wily little smile, as though she’s just thought of something but can’t say it. “I do.”
A silence settles, and they’re waiting for her to continue on so they can wrap up the shoot, but she doesn’t say anything.
“Well?” One of the directors asks with an intrigued chuckle, wanting to know now.
That smirk of hers doesn’t dim and so she just shrugs, “I can’t say, but they’ll know. And they’ll be so miffed they didn’t think of it first.” She almost cackles at the thought but just shakes her head instead, grinning away happily.
“They?”
“Uhuh,” She agrees and then sits up further in her chair, a sudden realisation hitting her, “You know what? I think this essentially is my ‘get away’ bag.”
“Pretty sure Matty said something of a similar degree.”
A scowl etches into her features at that and she rolls her eyes, “Oh my God. He’s such a copycat-”
“You have your ten essentials now.”
“I do! I have my ten essentials.” She smiles into the lens, eyes skimming over the people laid out beyond it, “Honestly thank you all so much for having me, this has actually been pretty fun. Like, sort of got to go down memory lane and whatnot.”
“Glad to have had you.”
“So, I guess the question now is, who’s on next?”
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@/user actually obsessed w her @/user so many questions 😭😭 @/user Swear I’ve seen that lighter before ⤷ @/user :link to an old instagram picture on @/the1975 account: @/user anyone see what was engraved on the airpods case? @/user A demo?? I swear if it’s one of the bands I’ll sob. @/user HER SONGBOOK. THAT PICTURE. THE FACT THAT SHE HAS OLI’S DNA JUST ON HAND ⤷ @/user They’re so cute. It hurts. @/user i want Lewis to look at my ass:/ @/user George’s lil dino kills me off 😭 @/user ‘What happens on tour, stays on tour.’ WHAT HAPPENS ON TOUR Y/N? ⤷ @/user THE WAY SHE JUST SMIRKS TOO @/user What this video’s taught me, if you need an arson accomplice yn is your gal x @/user The lego man’s shirt!! Definitely a box there. ⤷ @/user And the mohawk too?? Dead giveaway. @/user Her tenth has got to be Matty no? @/user THE WHOLE HOUSE KEYS BIT? WHAT?? Didn’t she share a flat with Matty at one point? ⤷ @/user No, they did. But also “..things evolved and changed, so we moved onto something bigger.” So WE moved… WE 🙂  ⤷⤷ @/user We’re really just skipping over “a friend, at the time” then.. Okay! @/user 6:12 That bit at the end?! They?? This has to be about Matty, right? He’s the only one who’s been on before! @/user Have they always been together? This has me so confused rn 😭 ⤷ @/user Welcome to the club lovely!:) ⤷⤷ @/user At this point I’m actually scared we’ll never know ngl ⤷⤷⤷ @/user They are my roman empire @/user Can we get one of the Derry Girls on please! It’s not a want, but a need.
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