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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months

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DC X DP Fanfic idea: It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Danny Fenton moves to Gotham.

He moved there not because his parents ran him out of the house. His dad was bawling and begging him to stay while his mother spent three full days writing up different graphs to show how much safer was by nearing by so they could protect him.

(It's not like he still lived with them. Danny had moved out to his own place in amity when he was twenty-five. Moving clear across state lines wasn't much of a difference in his eyes)

He moved there, not because the ectoplasm was high. Ectoplasm is everywhere on Earth, and quite frankly, Gotham's was as polluted as its water was. It made the air spicy.

He moved there not because he was offered an amazing job or a life-changing opportunity. Danny's full-time job was writing novels. They were all based on his adventures in the Ghost Zone -with changed names of course- and were a hit online. He also had all of the Ghost King's gold.

He moved there simply because Danny wanted to.

Something about the city called to him, in a way that said "Hey this could be your home." He visited once for a Humpty Dumpty concert and fell in love with the sights, the people, and the life of Gotham.

Now some people would accuse him of being mad. Those people probably had a rebellious teenage stage where they had done crazy things like sneak out of the house, underage drink, sleeping around, or smoke something.

Danny, when he was a teenager, was fighting for his life and the lives of the ungrateful townspeople.

He didn't get to his rebellious stage. He didn't get his rush of doing something stupid because he was young and thought himself bigger than life.

So here Danny is, living his life as he pleases to make up for it.

He doesn't have to sneak out of his house since he owns it, he rather not drink or smoke (would they even affect him? His healing factor has never been tested against it) and Danny would like to be emotionally attached if he decided to sleep with someone.

What then does a man with too much time, too much power, and not enough bad young person decisions do?

He flirts with Death.

Death just so happens to be Batman-shaped.

Now it's all fun and games. He knows he doesn't have a real chance with Batman- it's Batman. Way out of Danny's league.- but that doesn't mean he can allow himself to fall into stupid situations and be dramatically rescued by the crime fighter.

Now if only his kids weren't so good at their jobs.

"You really should be more careful, Mr. Fenton. This is the third time this week" Nightwing says while untieing him. Danny does his best not to pout at the other. He had been having fun finding the answers to the riddles.

He wasn't at all worried about the fact he was placed over a pool of burning chemicals. He had been tried to a chair that was carefully balanced on overlapping ropes. It wire would snap with each correct answer, until he would fall his demise unless they could outsmart the Riddler.

Danny had gotten five out of ten correct before Nightwing burst through the ceiling.

"I don't mind," Danny says rubbing his wrists. "Better me than someone innocent."

Nightwing's lips purse "You are innocent."

"Yes, but I hardly matter in the grand scheme of things." Danny waves his hand missing the look of distress on the hero's face. He looks around the darkness of the ceiling hoping to spot a certain crouching figure.

"Is Tall Dark and Daddy here with you?" He asks Nightwing when he fails to see him.

"Please don't call him that."

Danny shrugs, suppressing his smile. He twirls back around to Nightwing pulling out a piece of paper from his jean's pocket. "By the way, I found the other victims, hid them in the cellar, and drew a of map of Riddle's bombs for you. You're welcome."

Nightwing stares before carefully taking the map. He taps his ear twice, muttering in a code- for that may be English but sounded like gibberish that it can not be anything else but code- and only after he hears a voice respond back does the hero give a strained smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fenton. This helps a lot."

"You're welcome!" He repeats with a bright smile. It's so odd for his efforts to be appreciated. Odd but nice.

Danny waits for the other to do his Bat-trained disappearing act- sometimes he wonders if Gotham gave her Knights a form of invisibility- but the man remains.

He shuffles his feet uncomfortable and Danny's eyes light up. Oh! Another attempt to get him to stop flirting with his father. What fun~!

"Mr. Fenton.....last week Red Robin rescued you from the Joker. Do you remember?"

"Yes. Red Robin is a great kid."

"A kid....weird for you to call him that when he's only a few years younger than you." Nightwing starts but Danny holds up a hand.

"I'm older than you"

There is a tight frown on the other man's face now. "You are not."

"I am." Danny pulls out his wallet flashing his ID card. The downside to his Ghostly powers is that he seems to be aging at a slower rate- at least physically. His parents theorized that he would take two years instead of the one that his aging required. Not an accurate number but the closest they had especially since both his parents were late bloomers and had baby face.

While Danny might be thirty-eight he appeared to be no older than nineteen.

"Mr. Fenton I don't think you should be carrying a fake-"

"Stay away from my father Harlot!" Robin screeches falling down from the shadows above. He points a very sharp sword at Danny's neck, sneering the whole time. "He has better things to do than rescue a love-struck worthless fool!"

Danny, leans on the top of the sword, eyes drinking into Robin's slight flinch when it cuts his skin a little. This is it. The Rush he had been craving for.

"I don't mean to be kidnapped Robin honest. It just sort of happens in Gotham." He makes his voice and body innocent in a way even Orphan can not tell he is lying. He knows because Clockwork confirmed the last time they met that the girl read his body language just as he wanted her to.

The two ghosts met up regularly to watch his overly "sweet" eyes fluttering and cheerful "Oh Batman you rescued me~!" performances together for a good laugh.

"You lie! You plan for this to happen to try and seduce my Father!"

Huh. The kid was smarter then his foul mouth and snobby behavior looked. Still Danny only had to twist his face into confusion for Nightwing to step in. The other vigilantes pulled the scowling child away, scolding him for harassing frightened civilians.

It was fun to see but nothing beat making polite come-ons to Batman- nothing gross like catcalling but more of overly thankful and dreamy sighs. Maybe he should see what Two-face is up to?

Surely the man would take him hostage and Batman's many children would be too busy to save him thus leading the Dark Knight himself to come to his aid.

Or in a world where Danny Fenton decides that it would be hilarious if he took on a Brucie Wayne persona in Gotham. Complete with a Heart-eyes-it's-beefy-Batman mentality that tricks the Batfam into thinking he is a Himbo who has bad luck for always getting caught up in villain schemes for being at the wrong place and wrong time.

Also, the Bat kids make it their life goal to keep Bruce from rescuing Danny since they do not like watching Fenton flirt with their dad. Even if Bruce himself ignores the boy they can't really threaten him.

Danny Fenton isn't being malicious or anything. He's just a boy with a crush who doesn't know better.

Clockwork is cackling, recording his favorite parts of Danny's interactions with the Bats.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #It's all fun and games kids!#spirit halloween #The Batkids are stressed #Danny pretending to be a Himbo #Like Brucie but only towards Batman #Danny looks young as hell #Bruce is ignoring him for now #Slow burn???#Maybe???

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kraviolis · 11 months

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i told y’all. i told y’all i was gonna go crazy over this post made by @gummy-goat-galaxy

full disclosure i drew literally all of this before looking into the details of the AU so this is 70% my interpretation of his original post but i need to explain my thought process so. here’s the post explaining the details of the actual AU!!! and below is what my brain made up on the spot

ok so belos finds tiny child luz and is like “fuck everyone. this is mine now” and treats her like a goddamn princess. to him, she is a Gift From God to remind him to stay on his Righteous Path. an innocent little girl who is just so bubbly and always tries to see the good in everything, including him. she is a reminder of how Pure and Good humanity is, and seeing as though she’s the literal only human he’s had any contact with besides caleb in 400 fucking years, he is never letting the demon realm corrupt her like it did to him.

she’s basically his Lamb and he the Shepherd, and because he’s so desperate to keep her “““pure”““ he strictly keeps her within the castle and even then not all of the castle is available to her. he keeps her contact with witches to an absolute bare minimum.

he entrusts her protection specifically to hunter, despite the fact he’s only 2 years older. his reasoning is “caleb did a pretty good job raising me so this’ll be fine probably.” when belos himself cannot keep an eye on her, it’s hunter’s job. luz and hunter end up being raised in a sorta similar situation to catra & adora from she-ra but they are actually siblings and not just best friends.

(if u havent seen she-ra, basically its their abusive caretaker creating a golden child + scapegoat dynamic, where one kid can do absolutely no wrong (which doesnt mean they cant still be abused/manipulated!!) while the other kid is blamed for literally everything that goes wrong. the caretaker also regularly pits them against each other to encourage competition & keep the all power in the caretaker’s hands.)

similar to catra & adora, the whole competition thing doesnt really work. luz is just too damn kind and too damn good for hunter to ever resent her, and she’s all he really has. because hunter is the scapegoat, he grows wise to belos’s manipulations WAY sooner. it’s easier to figure out when you’re being mistreated when you literally watch ur guardian treating ur sibling so much better than how they treat u.

unfortunately, because luz cannot help but see the good in absolutely everyone and can be empathetic to a fault, she doesnt realize belos’s game until she ends up sneaking out of the castle. she actually really loves belos and is thankful for him taking her in for a long time. she calls him uncle like hunter, despite belos nudging her towards seeing him as a father bcus he sees her as a pseudo-daughter. (but luz remembers her dad, and has no desire to replace him with someone else no matter how much she cares for belos)

belos does love & adore luz, he would do almost anything to keep her happy and “innocent” and “pure”, but not to the extent that he could still end up redeemed. he still manipulates & subtly emotionally abuses her to keep her in line, but it’s only when she sneaks out and meets eda the owl lady does she start getting clued into this. and once luz learns what belos has done to hunter it’s all fucking over.

hunter loves luz. she is his sister and always will be. but while he’s stuck to belos because of his duties as golden guard, she sees how green the grass is on the other side and doesn’t even hesitate to hop over there. watching her slowly grow more and more distant while she keeps sneaking out to visit with her new friends (eda, king, willow, gus, amity, etc.) is one of the most painful things hunter has had to deal with.

he feels betrayed at first, as if luz is replacing him with other people who arent broken like he is, and when luz actually leaves for good- belos lies to the public and says she was kidnapped- hunter is the one who leads the hunt to find her and bring her back home safely. when they confront each other, luz tries to do her whole dramatic speech about how wrong belos is and how he’s been lying their whole lives, but hunter already knows. the only reason he stayed was for luz, but she couldnt even stay from him? it fuckin hurts man.

they end up on opposite sides for a minute. hunter gains no satisfaction from trying to ruin this new life she’s found for herself but goddamnit, he has a job to do. he cant just defect. and then he defects after watching belos try to kill luz because she’s let herself become corrupted by the witches.

thats about all my brain got for this so far. TL;DR basically just listen to the “first time in forever” and “mother knows best reprise” and “broken crown” by mumford & sons and thats pretty much the gist of it.

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heartfullofleeches · 29 days

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Erm.... But what if cc is the femboy yan to slasher darling........ Hear me out now....

Oh, I'm hearing you, chief- Being an incubus, Slasher Darling probably sees that witch who tore their heart into pieces in C.C as she was their first and only love - making him their prime target. C.C, bored out of his mind, decides to try out college life with a big emphasis on the parties. Pretty girls get more free drinks from his experiences so he decides to play the part dress wise. He gets a ton of attention from wandering eyes, but manages to develop a crush on his slasher of all people. Call him crazy, but something about those little "love letters" he receives strikes a different cord with him.

"You're so pretty.... Sometimes I wonder if you're that pretty on the inside too.... Would you let me check?"

"When I'm done with you I'll make sure nobody ever finds you. You'll be with me forever....I promise to take good care of you."

"You remind me so much of her.... but I think you might be prettier. Maybe that's why I want you so bad."

What a freak~♡ If Darling wants him so bad, all they have to do is climb through his window. He leaves it open for that exact reason. He has no clue who this other girl is, but he really wishes they'd stop bringing her up when they're trying to flirt - everything else they've written has been some of the most romantic shit C.C has ever read.

If Darling is ever able to get their hands on C.C, they won't be able to kill him by normal means. C.C falls more in love with Darling as they cradle his "lifeless" body in their arms. Imagine their horror when the body hidden in their apartment arrives for class the next day, and worse, walks right up to them and kisses them. C.C never paid them much attention before the "murder" because he knew it only drew them closer to him. Now that they've had such an intimate and passionate night together how can he ignore his lover?~

"You....but I..... You should be.....Was that all a dream?"

C.C pulls down the collar of his oversized sweater - purple marks kissing the pale flesh of his neck.

"Got the bruises to prove otherwise, babe. Pretty rude of you to leave me hanging after all that foreplay, but I'll forgive you if you visit me again tonight~ Maybe I can "stab" you with my knife this time?~"

Wh....What does she mean by that? It's at the same time Darling figures out that pretty girl they've been stalking cannot die that they realize....maybe he was never a girl in the first place.....and is now hunting them instead.

#C.C my oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere insert #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere incubus #yandere demon #femboy yan

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maxillness · 4 months

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Stranger Danger || FA14 x reader

Warnings: 18+, implied age gap, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, semi-public sex, fingering, orgasm denial

Wordcount: 1k

A/N 1: I know this is the second post in a row with bathroom sex, but there’a just something about it that turns me on 😫

A/N 2: It’s crazy how conversations with people who have a diagnosis can go. My friend with a diagnosis told me to give my teacher a blowjob, now I’m not complaining because he’s attractive as hell, but still, why?

Going into the bar with her friends, she didn’t expect what was gonna happen

Her eyes had lingered on him from the moment he had entered the bar with his friends

Even if she couldn’t my take her eyes off if him, she managed to do so when he would look over in her direction

“Come on, Y/N” Her friend would say beside her “Just go over and talk with him”

“What? No. He’s at least 10 years older than me. He’s probably married” She protested

“You would never know if you never went over there” She explained to her

At the other end of the bar, a similar conversation was happening

“Come on dude, you’ve been staring at her all night. Might as well go over there” His friend said to him as their other friends were having a conversation of their own

“What? She’s at least 10 years younger than me. She probably have a boyfriend already” He said, but wouldn’t take his eyes off her

“You would never know if you didn’t go over there”

“Alright, I’m going over to refill our drinks” Her friend said “Anyone want to go with me, I can’t carry them all” The two other friends agreed to go with her, even though only one other was needed

“Are y’all just gonna leave me?” They just ignored her as they went to refill their drinks “Alright might as well go pee” She said as she stood up and went to the toilet

When she got there, both bathrooms were occupied. She leaned against the wall opposite to the two bathrooms waiting for her turn

Just as she feared, the man she had been staring at the whole night came over as well. She sighed and looked away as he leaned on the wall beside the bathroom doors opposite to her

A minute went by where they didn’t speak to each other, so he decided to speak up

“You’re really pretty” He said which made her look over at him

She didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her system, or if she was blushing, but she could feel her cheeks heating up

“Thank you” She almost chocked on her words as she spoke “You’re not so bad yourself” She said and made him chuckle

A few moments went by where they just started into each other eyes

“Fuck it” She heard him whisper before going over to her and smashed his lips into hers. She didn’t hesitate to kiss back when his hands pushed her hips into the wall

The sound of one of the doors unlocking and closing again, didn’t startle them, it rather gave them idea. Forgetting all about their need to use the bathroom, she was pressed up against the door with his knee between her legs and up against her core

Her hands landed on his waist as she started rolling her hips to get some friction from the material

“Fuck” She moaned into his mouth, which gave him a chance to explore her mouth with his tongue

He pulled his knee away from her which drew out a groan from her, but he was quick to pull her panties to the side and slid a finger through her folds which made her moan out loud

They weren’t too worried about noises when the music was as loud as it was, so nobody would be able to hear them

His lips went to her neck as he slipped a finger into her. He started with a slow pace, but soon added another finger and sped up the pace making her moans and whimpers louder

He could feel her clenching around his fingers in no time, it wasn’t my gonna end that fast

He pulled out his fingers, which made her yet again groan. He put his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. He kissed her deeply again before quickly bending her over the sink

He zipped down his pants before lifting her skirt above her ass and pulled her panties to the side again. He drew his cock between her wet folds which made them both moan loud

He slowly entered her, letting her adjust to his size “Fucking hell” He groaned as she clenched around him

He started moving slow, but picked up his pace soon after, quickly finding a rhythm. She grabbed the edges of the sink when he started pounding into her

Either of their moans were quiet at this point, and none of them cared enough to be quiet. Her hips were hitting the sink, which was definitely gonna leave marks and give her pain tomorrow, but she couldn’t care less in the moment

“Fuck, you feel so good” He said through his grunting and moaning. If she didn’t want their moment to end, she would have come undone the moment he spoke to her

She could feel him twitch inside her as well as his thrusts were getting sloppier and his hands shaking around her hips

Moments later, she came around him with a loud moan, which sent him over the edge and he came as well

After they had rode out their orgasm, they gathered themselves and fixed their clothing

“Didn’t quiet catch your name” She said as she turned around to look at him

“Fernando” He said with as thick accent

“Y/N” She smiled at him

“Well, nice to meet you miss Y/N” He said as he kissed the back of her hand

“Likewise” She said before they both got out of the bathroom

“Dude, where have you been?” She had gotten back at her table

“I was in the bathroom” She said as she sat down beside her friend

“For an hour?” Her other friend asked

“Stomach issues” She shrugged before looking over at Fernando in the other end of the bar seeing him having a conversation with his friend

#smut #formula one #fernando alonso #fernando alonso smut

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dashofmonsters · 3 months

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Dreamers & Delusions- Pt. 6

merman x female reader

Tao drew you a bath while you limped down the hall. He was pissed when you arrived to the bathroom but you needed to stretch your legs and the pain wasn't too bad but a couple cuts did reopen.

The bathtub is ridiculously huge since it has to accommodate Tao's giant ass body but you're not complaining. Though the giant white T-shirt might be worth mentioning.

"Hey uh, do you perhaps have a shirt in a different maybe less awkward color," you pick up his shirt and try to hand it to him.

He gives you a blank stare and raises a brow, "Is this color offensive to your people?"

You groan not really wanting to explain what would happen but it looks like you must. "No Tao, do you remember what happens to your shirt after you get out of the water from saving someone?"

You give him a moment and watch as the gears slowly grind and then the lightbulb comes on. Tao quickly snatches the shirt out of your hand then looking flustered and the blue glowing bands on his cheeks return.

"I'll take a black shirt if you have one," you laugh as you hear something slam.

Tao comes back moments later and hands you a shirt without looking at you before closing the door with more force than necessary. You snort laugh and then reality sets in again.

"This is just an emergency situation, nothing weird will come of this. Just take a bath and wear the giant shirt," you tell yourself as you start to strip.

It hurts like hell when you peel your shirt off as cuts reopen and crusted blood makes your skin itch like crazy. The bandages are all bloodied and as you remove them you start to get a good idea of the damage. Once you remove your pants, bra, panties and the rest of your bandages you spin slowly in front of a corner mirror. There's a large angry bruise on your back with lacerations near your hips. Your thighs are splotted with shallow scraps and patches where your legs scrapped jagged rocks. You're sporting quite the shiner on your right eye that you didn't notice before but when you touch it you wince.

"Fuck I look like someone who got into a street fight or some shit," you whisper as you do one more turn before heading into the bath.

The water is warm and clearly spelled as bubbles foam around your cuts and scraps. You let out a sigh as you feel the magic mending your body. You've been scared to use anything from the other realm thanks to your mom but you trust Tao and whatever magicky thing he put in the water.

After lounging and letting the spelled water do it's work you start scrubbing yourself off with whatever soaps he has and rinse off. You'd stay and relax longer if you weren't afraid he'd come busting in thinking you feel asleep and drowned. You quickly dry off and go to grab his shirt when you remember something.

This is all you have to wear.

You pull the shirt on and thankfully it goes a little bit past your knees. It smells like the beach and a mix of spices. You sniff it again and then pinch yourself for being weird.

"Ok we got clothes on but we're probably going to have to go commando for a bit... Ok, let's just be an adult about this. We'll just run a quick load of laundry and be done with this," you whisper as you pace the bathroom and gather your bloody clothes.

Slowly you gather up your courage and tiptoe out of the bathroom and pad down the hall to the kitchen. You peak around the corner and see Tao wrapping a few bandages around his fingers. Trying to be quiet but not sneaky you continue your light steps into the kitchen but you're caught.

"That was fast, I had assumed you'd be in there long-" Tao turns and shuts his mouth as he stares at you.

You look away and fiddle with your dirty clothes. You're not uncomfortable or embarrassed but you are anxious.

Tao clears his throat and you hear him shift his stance, "I uh see the healing spell worked. How are you feeling?"

"Good," you squeak then cough, "I mean I'm feeling better, a lot better. My back still feels a little bruised but it's not too noticeable. Um so what happened with your fingers?"

He looks at his bandaged hand before balling it into a fist, "I had a moment of uncontrolled emotions yesterday and punched the wall. It seems I have inherited my mother's short bursts of rage."

You look around then and see a patch covering part of the wall in the kitchen. "I was upset that I had caused you to cry when you were already in a vulnerable state. I was not being a good friend."

His shoulders slump and he looks at the floor. He looks tired and his hair is a mess.

"Tao if anything you're now my best friend. I don't think anyone would have come to my rescue like you did," you sigh and walk just a little closer to him.

He does his best to keep his eyes off of you but ends up failing. His bright eyes are nearly swallowed by the inky blackness that over take the whites of his eyes. The blue lines on his cheeks reappear along with blue line on his neck. He inhales sharply and closes the gap between you and he.

Something about the way he's looking at you does things to your head and you're not sure if you like it or not. You feel smaller than ever but safer than you've been in your life. He lifts his bandaged hand and soothes your lightly bruised cheek with his thumb.

"As I've said before, you are all I have. As my shoal mate you are mine to protect, mine to care for, and mine to guard," he says, his voice a lot lower than usual.

Your heart is pounding loud enough for you to hear and you hope that Tao isn't pay attention to the smells in the air because the way he said mine has you more aroused than you care to admit.

Tao soothes your cheek a moment longer before letting his hand drop. He inhales sharply and you cross your legs hoping he won't smell your arousal. Unfortunately you think he does when his leans down and sniffs you. You try to back away, embarrassment finally taking over but you don't make it too far.

"You smell good," Tao whispers as he holds your hand.

"I uh just used whatever soaps you had lying around," you laugh nervously. "Could also be from the healing spell too. It did make the water smell a little lemony."

Tao straightens up and the first thing you notice is that his eyes are all black now, not a single trace of gold in them. He tilts his head and sniffs the air. Your heart is pounding wildly now and it gets worse when he starts to slowly crouch to your eye level.

You try to back up again only to get spooked by the thundering roaring outside. You almost trip but Tao catches you and holds you close to him. He nuzzles your neck and cheek and you hear a low rumbling purr.

"Hey uh Tao, buddy? Um you alright," you poke at him as you squirm in his arms.

He holds you a little tighter and and hides his face in the crook of your neck as he mumbles something.

"Tao? Hey um-"

"Just give me a minute," he grumbles, the purring calming down a little now.

"Oh uh ok? Is everything alright," you ask.

"No," he groans then lifts his head off of you and gently pushes you away a little bit.

Tao quickly shifts away from you before standing up and straightening himself.

"Hey are you going to be alright? You were being a little uh well different than usual," you try not to say weird or anything else that would make him feel bad.

"In time... I just was not expecting- Never mind, I need to go rehydrate. I'll be in my tank for a little while. Try to get some rest and if you get bored you have some of your books you left here in my nest room," Tao says with his back to you still.

"Oh uh ok," you nod.

Tao heads for the bench, peeling his shirt off on the way there and you quickly turn around as you notice his pants come off next. You bolt to the hallway and press your back against the wall. Your mind is blank for a moment and then you finally remember about your clothes.

"Fuck me," you slap yourself and try to recall what all just happened.

You dropped your bloodied clothes when you were trying to back away from Tao. You sigh and go back to the kitchen to collect them knowing that he's probably in the tank already. You gather them up again and try to hunt down his washer and dryer that's at the end of the hall across from a room that he probably uses as a closet.

You check the washer and dryer to make sure that they're empty and to your luck they are. You throw your clothes in and turn the wash on and hum a nervous tune.

Trying to not think about what happened between you and Tao is like trying not to breather, in-fucking-possible.

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Tao:

I am ashamed of myself. I cannot believe what I had done. I am thankful that she does not understand merfolk culture or I would be even more mortified by my actions. I had smelled her and my instincts took over and I scented her with my own pheromones.

Worse yet, I am painfully hard. I had to come up with some excuse to dismiss myself so she would not see my shame. I had rehydrated myself plenty yesterday and this morning after I checked on her. I am glad she does not know that so she cannot suspect my lie.

My body shudders and I cringe at remembering the taste of the lie on my tongue. Fair folk can lie but it comes with a cost. For my kind we can taste them and they are not pleasant. The bigger the lie, the more disgusting the taste.

Recently though that lie was not the only one I had tasted. I had called her my friend many times over and not once did it taste bad until I mentioned it yesterday. I did well in hiding my disgust when the word rolled off my tongue but it tastes horrible. I tried saying her name and calling her my friend while she was bathing and the vile flavor was more intense.

I tested a couple other words with her name afterwards. Shoal mate tasted normal, acquaintance tasted as bad as that human alcohol she had me consume one time, and then I tried the word mate. It had tasted absolutely divine. I had thought for a moment I had made a mistake. I whispered it a few more times with her name and the flavor grew more exquisite.

I knew deep down I craved more than just her friendship and I want to be more than just a friend but her heart is hurt. I couldn't ask her for more than she's comfortable with no matter how much it pains me.

My body feels tight and too hot as I grab at one of my cocks. The pressure help alleviate some of the pain but it's not enough. I allow myself to sink down and situate into a bed of seagrass and lean against a mound of sand I piled up before the tank was filled.

I loll my head back as I grip at the top cock again. I think of her as I slowly pump it, pressure building and the pain dulling. I think of how she looks at me, her eyes wide and curious. I think of her smile and how easily she shares it with me. And then I think of how her cheeks flushed when I walked her to work for the first time.

I groan as I pump harder and faster. By the goddesses she was gorgeous. Her eyes shone in the setting sun and her lips looked so kissable when she was at a loss for words. I wanted to see her more flustered and flushed.

A shameful thought crosses my mind and I grab my second cock and start working it. I imagine her flustered if I tell her she's beautiful and that I want her for my mate. Her face would be flushed and I would kiss her until she was dizzy. I gasp and arch my back as I feel myself tighten.

I would bare myself to her, body and soul if she'd accept me as a mate or even as just a suitor.

I pump harder and faster and bend forward and growl as I come. The pain is nearly gone but something worse happens. A terrible clawing ache finds its way into my heart.

I cannot deny myself what I feel for her anymore. I want her as my mate, I need her as my mate. There will not be another and I feel this truth deep in my bones.

"My mate," I whisper as I go limp and slowly succumb to much needed rest.

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You paced around Tao's home here and there while he was in the tank. For the entire rinse cycle you paced in the laundry room then you moved to the hallway where you paced until the clothes were ready for the dryer. You ended up back to the nest room where you flopped down and tried to rest but you ended up just sort of rolling around before you left to pace some more.

After a while you ended up back in the kitchen where you paced till you heard the dryer chime that it was done. Your shirt is completely ruined but you want to save it anyways to remind yourself that you survived something terrible. The pants are luckily salvageable and just have a few rips and tears. You shimmy into your panties and pull on your pants. As you remove the shirt that you're borrowing from Tao to put your bra on the door opens and suddenly you're bare chested in front of the mer himself.

He quickly slams the door shut, "I AM SO SORRY!"

At this point your nerves are to wound up and you're too tired to care anymore. You start laughing. You end up on your knees, laughing so hard that you're in tears.

"I should have knocked, I'm sorry," he says again.

"It's-" you wheeze. "It's fine. No harm man," you snort laugh as you try to gain composure. It takes a couple minutes and you quickly slip on your bra and the shirt before straightening yourself.

You slide into the hall and see Tao crouched against the wall on the far end.

"Hey, everything's ok man, it was an accident right? Not like you knew I was shirtless in the laundry room," you laugh as you walk up to him and join him on the floor.

Tao grumbles, his golden eyes flicker as they look towards you for a brief moment then back to the ground.

"Yes, just an accident," he mumbles.

"Come on, stop being so depressed. Why don't we go to the kitchen and make some lunch or dinner or whatever. I don't even know what time it is but I'm hungry again and I haven't seen you eat," you stand up and tug at his arm. "Come on you grump."

He sighs but he does get up. For some reason you don't let go of his arm and for some reason he lets you keep tugging him to the kitchen. You eventually let go of him and grab an apron that you brought over. Tossing his to him you give him a smile and he just shakes his head and laughs.

"What's so funny," you ask.

"I feel like I should be used to your antics and being surprised by you by now but I'm not and I don't think I ever will be," He smiles at you as he ties his apron off.

"Sorry," you grimace.

"Don't be, I wasn't saying that out of annoyance but rather... fondness, yes that would be the word," he nods and heads towards the fridge. He pauses before opening and turns to you. "After we're done eating there's something I want to talk to you about. I was thinking it over while I was in my tank."

"Oh uh ok, sure. So what do you want to make? I was going to just reheat the soup from earlier for me, so this'll be more for you," you ask as he opens the fridge and pulls out a few ingredients.

"How about that one fish dish we wanted to try, the one with the miso glaze," he suggests.

You quickly go to the pantry and start pulling things out needed for the recipe. Tao pulls out a chopping board and knives while you clean the fish. After a minute you both fall into a comfortable silence while passing off ingredients, chopping, cleaning, stirring, and sautéing.

Whenever you pass him something you notice his finger brush against yours. Whenever you splash water on him while cleaning something off, he retaliates and splashes you back. He smiles and laughs unrestrained when you're both like this.

Once the fish is done you reheat up your soup and take it over to the living room. Tao has one of those tall tables you usually see at an overpriced burger joint. He sets the food at the table while you climb up your ridiculously tall chair. You nearly fall off and he laughs when he catches you.

"Not funny man, I need a fricken step stool just to get to the first run on this chair ya giant," you poke at him as he sets you down.

"It might not be funny to you but it's hilarious to me. And didn't you say last time we sat up here that it made you feel young again," he gives you a smug grin.

"Yeah as in my legs dangle enough that I look like a kid swinging their legs uncontrollably at a restaurant," you glare and angrily kick your legs.

Tao looses it and has to hold the table for emotional support as he actually snort laughs. He looks so strange laughing like that that you start laughing and neither of you are able to control yourselves anymore. You haven't laughed like this in years, probably since you were a kid if you're honest with yourself.

You start to think about those old times when you were little but stop yourself. You don't want those bitter memories to sour this.

"Have I told you lately how strange you are," Tao asks with probably the most devastatingly handsome smile you've ever seen.

"You've insinuated it but nothing direct," you tease him, wiping a couple tears from your eyes.

"Well, you're very strange and-"

You gasp and feign being scandalized.

Tao shakes his head, "You're strange and full of life. There are some days I envy how easy it is for you to smile and enjoy living. You're a beautiful soul."

You feel your cheeks flush and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest. Your mind is racing trying to figure out why he's saying all this stuff.

This isn't like him! He doesn't just say mushy stuff like this! Maybe he's still not over me almost drowning, that's gotta be it right? Yeah no, for sure for sure. He's just recovering right? No way he'd say that to me... Oh it could be practice for the fake dating right? Gods I forgot about that... Fuck fuck fuck!

"Something the matter? You've been glaring daggers at me," he raises a brow.

You grumble, not realizing you've been staring at him and turn to the soup. Tao chuckles and starts cutting into the fish dish you both made. As you pick up your spoon a piece of fish is being waved in your face.

"Try some before you eat that," Tao offers you a bite.

When you try to take the fork he pulls it away with a smirk on his face. You're not used to this version of Tao whoever this Tao is. He's being unusually playful and teasing you and actually laughing. It's not bad but it might take some getting used to.

That being said, you want that fish.

"Come on, I can feed myself now," you try to reach across the table but he raises his hand away.

"Says the person who nearly fell out of her chair," he grins.

"I will climb on this table if I have to," you hold your bowl, ready to move it out of the way.

"Would you now," he asks, raising a brow.

You move the bowl over and far away enough that it won't spill. You lift yourself up onto the table and scoot close enough to Tao that you can almost grab the fork from him. That is, till he moves it to his other hand.

"Fine, be that way," you poke at him and move his food down the table.

"Really," he tilts his head.

"Yes, really," you scoot back and try to snatch the fork again but he moves it to his other hand once more.

You're about to say something but Tao moves you till you're sitting right in front of him. His hand snatches your chin, his thumb brushes your bottom lip.

"You know, it's considered rude in my culture to refuse food especially if someone is willing to feed it to you," he says, his tone a bit more serious.

"I uh... I didn't know," you frown. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be insensitive."

Tao gives you a soft smile then, "I know and I did enjoy seeing just how far you'd go to get the fork from me, but out food will get cold."

He lowers the fork down and tilts your head back just enough. You take a bite and it's so good you can't help but do your happy food dance.

"Then I guess it turned out well," Tao smiles, the whites of his eyes going black again.

"Of course it turned out well, we made it," you say as you start back to your seat.

You move the plates and bowl back to their places and start eating. Tao takes a few bites then offers you bits here and there. You stop putting up a fight a just eat when he offers it. You didn't mean to offend, not like you know much about merfolk. And then an idea hits you.

"Hey how long do you think this storm will last," you ask.

"Maybe another day or two. Why," he says between bites.

"Well since I won't have much to do here I was thinking I could learn about merfolk culture. I don't want to offend you or anything so it's best to learn when I have the time right," you tell him.

His expression is unreadable then, "There is not much to learn but I would... I'll be happy to answer any questions you may have."

"Awesome, so quick question that's been bothering me. How do you drink underwater," you ask.

"We do not. We usually just filter the water into our bodies. Now if you're talking about wines and beverages of that sort, we usually go onto land or caves with air pockets that have been spelled and enchanted to stay dry," Tao says then goes into a long lecture about the trade between merfolk and fae.

He tells you stories then of when he was young and helped hull crates to his shoal's caves with the other merkids. He went into great detail about the time one of the elders got so drunk off of fae wine that he mistook a seal for his mate and kissed it.

"And then Belzan, the cave guard thought my mother wouldn't be able to handle going after the thieves. So she challenged him to a dual. If my mother lost she could go after the thieves and expose the guard's shame of letting some of the wine get stolen. If the guard won, my mother would have to remarry him," Tao pauses. "My mother won and came back with the thieves not even a full day later."

"And what of the guard," you ask.

"She never spoke of his shame. For that, he was indebted to her. He was actually the one who helped me meet my acclimation agent. Belzan had much respect for my mother and knew of my suffering. He knew it caused my mother great pain that she had to remarry and the mer she was arranged with was not cruel to me nor was he kind though," Tao sighs and looks down at his hands.

"Do you ever wish that your mother got arranged with Belzan instead," you know it's a bit of a sensitive question but your curious now, completely invested.

"I never thought about that, but maybe if she had married him things would have been better. I would still have had to leave but I might have been able to leave on better terms. I could have been able to set up some way to write them, let them know I'm alright and I'm alive and happy with my new shoal," he runs his claws across the table, his voice pained with grief.

"Tao, I-"

"Maybe one day though, right? That's what you would say? That I should talk to my agent and ask him? Maybe I should have when I moved here, maybe I still can," he lifts his head and smiles at you.

"Yes, that... that sounds like a great idea. Ask him when he comes to visit next time," you agree. "So uh there was that other thing that you wanted to talk about right?"

Tao nods and scoots his chair back, "Yes, just give me a minute. Do you want some coffee? Tea? I'm usually not much into sweets but the orc who runs a cafe next to the grocery store I usual go to let me sample this chocolate cake the day before the storm and I just had to buy a whole one. Would you care for a slice?"

"Oh uh sure, and coffee sounds good," you answer as he clears the table.

Tao puts on a pot of coffee and pulls out a rather large and impressive chocolate cake topped with raspberries. You watch him fiddle about the kitchen, cleaning up and plating the cake slices. You also can't help to notice how happy he is. Like really truly happy.

From the moment you and he started cooking to now, his just been so happy. You want to keep seeing him like this, you want him to smile more and laugh like he did when you kicked your legs.

You watch him some more until his eyes meet yours. For a second you think he's going to tease you but instead he smiles, "Coffee's about done, same amount of cream and sugar as last time?"

"Yeah, thank you," you nod.

You're not gonna lie, you're in an absolute daze with how Tao is acting. You feel drunk off of his smiles and dizzy from his laughter. You tell yourself it's your silly crush come to rear it's ugly head but you feel like it might be more than just a crush. You've had crushes before but nothing this intense. You know you feel something more but you're still scared, still unsure if you want to even accept these feelings.

"Are you alright," Tao asks, setting a slice of cake in front of you.

"Oh um, yeah... Just thinking about some things. Cake looks good," you quickly change the subject as he sets down the coffee.

"Trust me, it tastes even better than it looks," he smiles as he sits back down.

You quickly dig into the cake, practically melting in delight with the first bite. Unable to help it, you break out into another happy food dance.

Tao laughs, "Do you have to do that every time you eat?"

"Only if the foods really good," you grin.

"I don't think I've ever seen you just sit still and eat," he mentions.

"Well that's because I usually eat whatever we cook and it's damn good, so I will do my happy food dance thank you," you point your fork to him.

"I suppose you have a point," Tao says. "So I guess I know whenever you don't enjoy something you'll just be still as a stick."

"Pretty much, so what is it you wanted to talk about," you ask again.

Tao takes a sip of his coffee and a bite of cake before twiddling with his claws, "You said you got into an argument with your grandmother and that I was mentioned?"

"Yeah, it was her typical 'you're not pretty enough to keep a man' banter mixed with her being a rude bitch. She said somethings in regards to our fake dating like it wouldn't work out and shit like that or you'd get bored of me. It pissed me off," you tighten your hands around your mug, recalling how hateful she was.

"Did it really upset you that much," he asks.

"Of course it did! When she talks like that she's indirectly insulting you! I couldn't just stand there and pretend that it didn't bother me Tao. You're my best friend and you mean a lot to me, so yeah it pisses me off when people say stupid shit about you," you give him an incredulous look, confused why he doesn't understand your annoyance.

"Thank you for defending me, this isn't... Well I am not used to anyone caring so much to the point of near death, accidental or not," Tao admits. "You shouldn't have to live with someone who would push you to a breaking point like that though."

"I know, but I have nowhere else to go," you sulk.

"No relatives nearby or anyone," he asks.

You shake your head.

Tao is quiet for a bit as he nurses his coffee and strums a claw against the table. He stabs at the cake, taking a few small bites. After a few minutes he lifts his gaze to you.

"Would you like to move in with me then?"

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𝟓-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

nonidol!jacob bae x afab!reader

you've heard plenty of things about certified campus crush jacob bae, but when you finally meet him, you decide to find out if the rumors are true.

6.0k words (ITS ONLY THIS LONG BC OF THE PLOT), strangers 2 lovers, tutor!jacob, mentions of physics (yuck), swearing (not from jacob 💀), SMUT (minors dni), penetrative sex, oral sex (f.receiving)/face riding (m.receiving), cum eating, fingering, kind of sweet..., kissing, this was kind of tame ngl, pet names (smart girl, angel, baby, beautiful), barely proofread i am up past my bedtime 🤣

a/n: there is hope for me yet o7 @winterchimez here's the thing 💀, @zzoguri @snowflakewhispers to the jacob stans...

“OH MY GOD, YN!”

Your friend Ronnie's voice drew you out of your bubble, and you ripped the earbud out from your ear without looking up from your laptop screen. “Yeah, babe.”

“Jacob Bae just walked in—” Her hushed squealing was paired by an insistent tapping on your arm from across the table inside the café.

You made a face, taking the other earbud out. “Who?”

Ronnie's face flattened into incredulity. “The guy I have literally been talking your ear off about for the past month.”

Jacob… Jacob Bae… ah, Jacob. The name echoed something familiar in your near-empty noggin. Sometimes names just didn't stick when you were busy with other things like the torque and force mechanics you were trying to nail for your physics midterm in two weeks. “Oh right.”

“Damn,” she swore, twisting over her shoulder toward the entrance. She turned back to face you with a pout. “He just left.”

“He didn't get anything?”

“No,” Ronnie sighed. She twirled her pen around between her fingers, then tapped the top edge of your laptop screen. That was what pulled your eyes away from it. “I feel like I haven't seen your eyes in the last ninety minutes, Yn.”

You huffed a laugh, scribbling a note on your scratch notepad about how you performed the last exercise incorrectly. Just like the last one. “We are here to study, Ron.”

Ronnie gave a small smile, but the edges were down turned. “Yeah, I know we said that, but it was kind of an excuse for me to get you out of your apartment.”

“I go out of my apartment,” you protested.

Her eyebrow lifted as she reached for her iced coffee. “Besides for food or class.”

You opened your mouth, then snapped it closed after giving it more than a moment's thought. “Listen,” you ended up with as a response.

Ronnie snorted. “See? I haven't hung out with you ever since your last physics midterm, Yn. It's normal to worry about your friends, you know?” She nudged you teasingly from across the table.

You finally set your pen down to massage the pulsing headache beginning to form between your eyes. You wrinkled your nose up. “I guess you're right.”

“I know I am,” she mused. “Hey, if physics is overwhelming you, then you should totally go check out their tutoring center. I'm sure they have one.”

Your shoulders immediately slumped. Just the thought of the physics student center sent a queasy churn to your stomach. It wasn't that the people there weren't nice, it was just the fact that you hadn't had the best track record with tutors. No matter how hard they tried, no matter what method was used, you could never seem to get it down. Most of the time, you just forced yourself to buckle down until some miracle got you to get the correct answer. (Awful learning strategy, but you would take luck over skill at this point. Your GPA needed the luck.)

“You're probably right,” was what you said to her anyway. You knew she was just trying to help.

Shaking the negative thoughts away, you lowered your laptop screen to swap your pen for your untouched beverage. “Tell me about this Jacob guy again. How do you know him?”

Ronnie's eyes lit up, and you found yourself slowly relaxing again. “I'm pretty sure he's everybody's campus crush or something. Every time I bring him up with my other girl friends, they also seem to know about him? Which is crazy.”

You nodded. “Yeah, this is a pretty big uni.”

“Right? But—” Ronnie groaned, slumping back in her sleep. “He's so hot, Yn-ie. I swear to god, his smile makes my fucking panties melt.”

You nearly snorted your drink up and out of your nose, and your friend slapped a hand over her mouth when you realized she said that out loud. “Please,” you wheezed, swiping your thumb at the corner of your lips. “So he's that attractive? Is he a good guy though? Like does his physical traits overcompensate for a… uh, an awful personality or something?”

“That's the best part—”

Your eyes narrowed. “No way.”

“He's literally the nicest person on Planet Earth, I swear to god, Yn.”

“You've talked to him?”

She paused. “No…”

You sent her a pointed look. “Then you can't say that unless you've talked to him, Ronnie. That's just how it works.”

Ronnie pursed her lips, gesturing vaguely with her hands. “It's just something you have to trust me on! Everybody knows he's super cool and handsome and just a top notch, cream-of-the-crop—”

“Not me,” you pointed out with a laugh.

“That's because your head is where your calculator is.”

You gasped, pressing your beloved scientific calculator to your chest as if hiding it from your friend's words. “You take that back! She's been more loyal than any man, thank you very much.”

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Okay, that's probably true, but Jacob's gotten five-star reviews from everybody!”

“On what account?” You scoffed.

“You just have to trust me,” Ronnie repeated, emphasizing her words with a cheeky smile.

Your face contorted into one that clearly gave away your disbelief. “Okay, sure.”

Despite your reluctance to go in the first place, you found yourself walking down the hallway of the physics department building toward the student center. There were usually TA office hours held here throughout the week, and a couple of the physics professors even came here to hold their own help sessions, but the hour you chose was none of those. Frankly, you had zero faith you were going to be able to learn this from someone else successfully; there was just something weird about how your brain worked.

Nonetheless, you were desperate.

The room was rather bustling when you arrived with nearly all of the group tables filled up with students helping each other work through the problems. Anxiety settled in your gut like a parasite, and you meandered toward the side of the room where there was an open single desk. Maybe if you just sat here and worked on your problems by yourself, you could technically still say you came to the student center like a coward.

With a sigh, you began pulling your materials out from your bag to get to work. Immediately, you realized that you had last stopped working on an awful problem you didn't even know how to start.

“Hi!”

You startled, head whipping upward fast enough to give you whiplash. Heat swarmed up to your neck and ears.

There was a guy standing in front of you with a boyish smile and wearing a deep purple Laker's hoodie. With a sweater paw, he gave a wave, repeating his greeting. “Hi, I'm sorry I snuck up on you. I was wondering if I could be of any assistance?”

The way his dark brown hair curled over his forehead and the way his molten brown eyes shone so warmly in the fluorescent lights was throwing you off your mark. And that was only when you weren't already stunned by the absolute beautiful smile adorning his—you snapped out of it.

A sheepish smile wormed its way onto your face, and you cupped the back of your neck. “Oh, that's okay, I tend to get kind of oblivious with my surroundings,” you laughed nervously. Why was the way he looked at you making you so clumsy with your words? “Uhm, I guess maybe? I've kind of been stuck on this torque problem for a while.”

You swallowed, spinning your laptop around to show him the practice problem on the screen. His eyes skimmed over the words, tongue jamming into the side of his cheek.

“Oh, I see,” he said kindly. “This problem is notoriously awful, but I have a trick for getting through these ones if you'd like.”

“Oh, really?” You couldn't help the hopeful tilt in pitch at the end of your question, and you watched him drag over a spare chair to sit adjacent to you.

He settled next to you, his knees knocking against yours, and you both blurted out apologies to each other. “Sorry,” he murmured. “May I?” He gestured to your writing utensil and notepad.

“Yeah, of course.”

He twirled the pen between his fingers. “Ooh, these ones are nice to write with. Super smooth.”

You nodded. “Yeah, for sure! They also last really long, too.”

There was an interesting gleam in his eyes as he peered over at you. “That's also true.” He shook his head, a sheepish chuckle falling from his mouth. “I'm sorry, I just realized I completely butted into your study session, and didn't even introduce myself.”

You couldn't help the small flutter in your chest. Oh, the bare minimum of chivalry, and yet, here you were feeling so woozy from it. “It's no worries,” you assured him, “I really would have just stared at this thing before giving up, so.”

He brushed a hand through his hair. “I totally get that. Physics isn't for the faint of heart, so you're already doing great by coming here for help in the first place. I'm Jacob, by the way.” He accompanied the latter with an outstretched hand toward yours.

You licked your lips, managing a small smile and clasping his hand in a shake. “Nice to meet you, Jacob—” That name sounded familiar, “—I’m Yn.”

But there were probably hundreds of Jacobs who went to this school. There was no way that the one time you happened to come to the student help center, the Jacob Bae that Ronnie gushed to you about just happened to be the guy to help you.

It was ridiculous.

“Yn,” he repeated, as if trying the way your name tasted on his tongue. “Nice to meet you, too,” he beamed. You realized how your heart stuttered every time he smiled.

His eye contact lingered, and then he cleared his throat. “Sorry, shall we?” He motioned to the problem, and you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, let's do it,” you said. You subtly brought your hand up against your cheek and felt your skin. It definitely was hot to the touch; why did this guy have to be so attractive? If you weren't going to learn anything because of your weird learning quirk, you weren't going to learn jackshit because the man teaching you was just that distracting.

It turned out miracles did exist.

“You would not believe what happened to me this afternoon.”

You paced about the bedroom in your apartment with your phone on speaker and broadcasting Ronnie's voice. You had just gotten home from the physics student center, your heart rate still over the speed limit and your skin warm. There was a giddiness and adrenaline making your fingers twitch, and frankly, you couldn't sit down for this.

“Why? What happened?” Your friend asked in earnest.

You massaged your lips together. “Okay, you know the other day when you were telling me about that Jacob Bae guy?”

You could hear the excitement creeping into her voice. “Yes…”

“Do you know what his major is?”

“I'm pretty sure it's physics...”

You had to stop and slap your hands to your face. The sound was loud enough for Ronnie to hear on the other side, and she began barking out the standard “What happened? What happened? Tell me what happened!”

“Okay, so I went to the physics student center to try and get help, right?” When you heard Ronnie's hum of acknowledgment, you continued on, “And there's this one problem I've been stuck on for an illegal amount of time. And this guy comes up to me and asks if he can help me, and Ronnie—Ronnie, he was so—”

“Hot! Panty-meltingly attractive?”

You nearly bursted into laughter at how ridiculous all of this sounded. “He was just so cute. Like fine-cute. And he actually helped me, dude. You know my weird schtick about people teaching me—”

“Oh my gosh, for real? He was actually able to help you out?”

You flopped onto your bed, grinning at the ceiling in pure relief and accomplishment. “Yes! If he's the Jacob Bae you were talking about…” You sighed, shaking your head, “He gets my stamp of approval.”

Rather than coming back to your apartment defeated as you thought you would, you left with a newfound confidence in your abilities to understand physics, new tips and tricks from Jacob, and… you were probably going to frame the little “You did well today, Yn! Super lovely meeting you. x, Jacob” note he left for you in the corner of one of the notepad leaflets. It was his faith in you and unrelenting patience that got you through your practice problems today.

Maybe you weren't a lost cause after all? Crazy.

“I told you!” Ronnie exclaimed.

You drew an arm over your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Gloat all you want.” You were still proud of yourself, and way too satisfied with how the day went.

“Well, hello hello,” Jacob chuckled as he sidled up by your desk with a white lollipop stick hanging out from his lips. His eyes were crinkled in amusement as he peered down at you with his hands shoved into his pockets, hair tucked beneath a black baseball cap.

“Hey,” you chirped. “How're you?”

He smiled around the sweet in his mouth, stepping over to drag a chair beside you as he always did. It had been about a week since you first met him, and you had yet to fail to come to the tutoring center once. “I'm great. How about you? Ready for the exam tomorrow?”

Your hand met your forehead, and your expression coaxed a chuckle from him. “I definitely feel more prepared than a week ago, but it's still nerve-racking. The horror stories I've heard, Cobie…”

Something appeared in your view. You blinked, surprised, when you realized Jacob was holding out a little lollipop in front of you bundled in a standard paper wrapper.

“Encouragement,” he said simply, giggling at your doe-eyed expression.

You broke out into a smile and accepted the lollipop from him, eagerly twisting the wrapper off to pop the great into your mouth. “Thanks, man.”

“Yeah, no worries. I had extras and thought you might need the extra boost.”

“That's really sweet of you,” you said in earnest. “I haven't had a lollipop in forever.” Your lips pursed around the head as you took the strawberry flavored pop out of your mouth to look at the glistening surface in the tutoring center lights.

You licked your lips of the juices, not catching how his eyes darted to watch you do so.

He cleared his throat, shifting his lollipop from one cheek to the other. “So, what did you wanna go over today?”

It had been a little over a week since you first met Jacob and came under his tutelage. It seemed the chemistry-turned-physics major always happened to be free to cater to your needs every time you walked in for help. Everything Ronnie had told you that day in the café had been true—not only was Jacob an absolute stud, he was also a perfect angel. You couldn't believe such a divine human being even existed, let alone continued to find your company amusing enough to still tutor you one on one without payment.

(And you couldn't believe you were even able to focus around him. There were always gentle brushes of his hand against yours, lingering glances that made your neck heat, and the like. Your heart cartwheeled in your chest with more agility and frequency than your physical body could.

By the time the physics midterm exam rolled around, you were feeling much more prepared for the material you would be tested on. The exam flew by in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, you were breaking out of the examination hall and into the cool autumn evening. Your stomach growled as you wandered down the street toward the university district to find dinner.

Adrenaline still pumped through your veins from the exam, but your mood was substantially higher than it was after the first exam.

You stood outside one of the ramen shops in the district, head cocked to the side as you contemplated the menu plastered on one of the windows.

“Yn?”

You broke out from your food-searching daze, your lips pulling into a smile as you greeted Jacob coming down the sidewalk toward you. “Hey, Cobie. What's good?”

Jacob grinned as he sidled up beside you, one of his hands carding through his hair before sticking itself back into the pocket of his dark bomber jacket. “I'm just looking for dinner," he chuckled. “Did you just come from the exam?”

“I did,” you confirmed with a bob of your head.

“And? How'd it go?”

Your smile widened, and you ducked your head for a second. “I think it went pretty alright,” you admitted. “I don't wanna jinx myself though. But I think I do deserve a reward for making it through, don't you think?”

Jacob nodded. “Oh, for sure. You've been so good for m—I mean,” he coughed, amending his words, “You've worked really hard these past couple weeks and so it deserves a little celebration. Are you… are you here with anyone?”

“Definitely not,” you winced sheepishly, “since I just got out of the exam and all—I don't usually make plans right after tests.”

“I see; I get that.” He rubbed the back of his head, tongue ghosting over his bottom lip. “Well, I'm not really here with anyone either. Would you mind some company?”

You met his eyes and your heart did the little hop-n-skip it always did when you made eye contact with him. “Yeah, I'd love some company, actually. I'd love to repay you for all the help you've given me recently.”

He chuckled, swinging the door to the shop open for you. “Trust me, it was my pleasure, Yn.”

If there was one thing you knew for sure, Jacob was a gentleman through and through. If chivalry was dead, then Jacob Bae was dead—okay, maybe that was a little morbid to think about on your way home, especially when the man in question walked right beside you, hands tucked into his jacket pockets with a wistful little smile on his face.

Dinner had gone splendidly—except for the fact he had a feeling you would want to pay for his meal and subtly slipped the waiter his card before you could. The cherry on top was his offer to walk you home—only if you were comfortable—and though you knew that definitely wouldn't even out the ledger, you accepted his offer. More time with him? Yes, please.

“This is my building here,” you murmured, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as reluctance for this evening to end worked its way up your throat. You inclined your chin to the apartment complex coming up just a few hundred feet ahead.

“Ah,” he said under his breath.

The two of you stopped in front of the entrance to the lobby, facing one another. “Thanks for dinner,” you said for what seemed like the fifth night.

He beamed. “Anytime, Yn. I loved hanging out with you.”

If you wore a heart rate monitor, it probably would have been screaming at you right about now. “Uhm… would you… like to continue hanging out with me? I mean, like, coming up?” You nudged your thumb behind you in the direction of the doors. Was that too forward of you?

His eyes widened a smidge, and his smile softened at the corners. “I'd love to.”

A giddy sort of feeling bubbled up in your chest as you and he shared wide grins, and you led him up to your apartment. Your hands shook slightly as you arrived at your door, your keys jingling against one another as you sorted through them for the right one.

“I wasn't expecting company, so I hope you don't mind the mess,” you laughed nervously, fingers pinching the right key to insert into the lock.

He gave a kind smile. “Oh, it's no worries at all. Actually, can I—I should probably say something before we go in.”

Your movements stopped short and you turned to face him, wide-eyed. “Uh oh,” you mused half-heartedly, “this is the moment you tell me you're a serial killer.” Please don't be a serial killer…

That coaxed a bright laugh from his mouth, and your heart melted a little bit. He shook his head, “No, no. Nothing of that sort, I swear! I just…” His lips pressed into a smile again and he confessed, “I'm attracted to you, Yn. Ah, there it is; I said it.”

He released a nervous giggle, cupping the back of his neck.

Starstruck, you lost the key in your hand. “Me?” You stammered. Were your ears deceiving you? “Like… in a not-just-friends way?”

Jacob nodded. “Yeah, in a not-just-friends way.” Then quickly added, “I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable, I can totally leave. We can be just friends, too, if you're okay with that. I just think you're gorgeous, and smart, and—”

“Can I kiss you?” You blurted.

“Please do—I need to shut up.”

And you gladly shut him up.

You stepped forward and closed the gap between you, his hands coming up to cup your face as your lips met. He tasted like spearmint from the gum he offered right after tonight's meal—always thinking of everything, this one. His mouth was soft against yours, something tender and gentle, giving you enough space to pull away if you wished.

But you didn't. Good lord, you wanted more.

Your eyes fluttered open just as he did, his nose bumping against yours.

“Inside?” He murmured.

You nodded. “Yeah, inside.”

You fumbled with the keys into your apartment, hand blindly flipping the light switch on as Jacob found your lips again, hands grappling onto your waist. His foot kicked the front door shut behind you both as shoes came off.

Your back met the wall just as you slid a hand into his curls. The sound of keys hitting the floor echoed in your ears, but your other senses were far too overwhelmed with Jacob right now—the smell of the cologne clinging to his clothes, the soft earnestness of his mouth against yours, his hard body pressed up—

“So sweet,” he groaned, squeezing your sides. “Could eat you up.”

You whimpered at his words, his mouth breaking away from yours so you could both shove your jackets off your shoulders. “You shouldn't say things like that,” you breathed, pressing your hands against his chest.

The corners of his lips curled upward. “Actually,” he drawled, dropping his mouth near your ear, “that's not a bad idea.”

Your knees nearly buckled. “Huh?”

Your mind went fuzzy as he attached his lips to the side of your neck, suckling sweetly against your pulse, your skin, your collarbone.

“You're a smart girl,” he chuckled warmly, the vibrations sending something just as warm to your panties. “You can figure it out.”

He smiled against your throat, feeling your pulse skip. “There you go,” he purred.

You knocked your head back against the wall at the thought of what he was insinuating—planning—to do to you. When you turned your gaze down, you nearly whimpered again at the sight of him sinking down to his knees before you with a wicked grin on his face.

Forget angelic—this man could be the Devil if he so wished.

“I have a bedroom, you know,” you attempted to joke, but you were also dead serious. Was he seriously about to…?

His hands—large, warm, veiny, and studded with rings—smoothed over the fabric of your skirt, not daring to venture under until you gave him the go-ahead. “We'll get to that,” he promised. “May I?”

You wrestled down a swallow, blood hammering in your ears. “Yeah,” you croaked.

Jacob licked his lips, then pressed a featherweight kiss to the side of your knee. He glanced up at you in silent question. Was that okay?

You nodded in approval, moving your hands into his hair and to cup the back of his head.

He continued on, kissing his way up your inner thighs, until his head dipped beneath the hem of your skirt and you could feel his hot breath fan over your clothed cunt.

Your breath hitched when you felt him blow cool air at the wet spot that collected at the bottom of your underwear.

Jacob's warm laugh met your ears. “You're so cute,” he murmured. His nose nudged you through the damp fabric, and he marveled, “You're so wet for me—can’t wait to taste you.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair. “Please, Cobie.”

“Almost there, angel. You've been so good for me.”

A whine fell from your lips at that, and you slapped a palm against your mouth. God, you sounded so desperate, and maybe you were.

He slowly tugged your underwear down, and you stepped out of them. With the barrier out of the way, Jacob went right to work, licking a broad stripe up your slit and sensing you careening against his face.

“Shit,” you swore, one hand grappling onto his shoulder.

Jacob held you upright with one of his arms looped under your thigh to anchor you into place. His nose bumped against your clit as he wormed his tongue through your folds.

You grounded your hips against his tongue, his mouth, his face, begging for more.

His lips latched onto your puffed up clit next, and your head knocked back against the wall again. “Jacob, please—”

He teased your opening with one of his fingers, then dipped it into your weeping cunt. The metal ring was cool against your pussy lips, the sting delicious, as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you as his mouth sucked on your clit mercilessly.

“Jacob, right there—please, please, please—” You tugged the strands of his hair and he groaned into your pussy, the vibrations going straight to your sensitive nub. You rocked your hips against him, desperately chasing after your own high.

You felt a second finger enter you, and the two digits curled and jammed against the soft, gummy spot inside you.

He licked your clit, replacing his tongue with his thumb for a second. “Close, angel?”

“Mhm,” you bit your lip. “Please, I'm so close.”

You moaned as he reattached his lips to your clit, vigorously suckling it until it was bruised, his fingers ramming up into you in tandem. His arm tightened around you as you cried out, your fingers clawing into the meat of his shoulder—your knees buckled, your vision went white for a split second, and fire erupted in your belly as you went over the edge.

Jacob's tongue lapped up all of the slick that had collected, and you sucked in a breath when his tongue dove through your folds and made you clench around the appendage.

When his head came out from under your skirt, his hair was a ruffled mess (thanks to you), and his face gleamed in your arousal and his sweat. He met your eyes, sticking his two fingers in his mouth to clean them.

You nearly went over again at the sight. “Fucking hell,” you exhaled, curling an arm around him as he clambered up to his feet.

Jacob smiled, swooping in to kiss you again so you could taste yourself on him. His hands smoothed down the sides of your body before coming down to cup the backs of your thighs. “You feeling okay?” He murmured into you, coaxing you to wrap your legs around his waist, thumb grazing the skin on your leg.

“Mmh,” you hummed against him, breath hitching when your bare pussy brushed against the rough hardness in his jeans. “Definitely better than okay. What about you?”

“Same here.” He cradled your head with one hand, and held you up with his other. “Do you want more?” He asked you breathlessly, pulling away.

His hand smoothed over the top of your head fondly. You nodded. He seemed to always be wanting to give. “Only if you want more.”

“Yeah, baby. Where's your bedroom?”

He had scooped you up and laid you out over your bed sheets like his own personal feast—and to be so very honest, you wouldn't mind being his meal every single day.

“This is cute,” he said cheekily with his knee pressed into the mattress as he climbed over you onto the bed.

You cupped the side of his face to draw him down to you. “You didn't even look at the room,” you mused into his mouth.

He hummed deeply, maneuvering your head back to deepen the kiss. He pressed his tongue into your mouth, the rough surface massaging against your own and making you forget your own name. “Anything you—” he said at last, “—I find unabashedly cute.”

“Unabashedly, you say?” You teased.

Jacob broke away only to tear his shirt over his head and to give you space to do the same. You pulled your shirt over your head and swiftly undid the clasp of your bra, your eyes fixing on the carved muscle flexing on his stomach as he settled back over you.

His tongue darted out of his lips. “Like what you see?”

You couldn't deny it; who were you trying to fool anyways? “I do.”

Maybe he was surprised by your forwardness. A bit of pink brushed his cheekbones and he leaned over you to press a kiss to your lips. “I can say the same about you, beautiful.”

He trailed one of his knuckles down the valley between your breasts, your chest rising and falling with your every breath. Goosebumps rose upon your flesh as he went, and you were itching to feel his mouth on your skin again.

“Can I touch you some more?” He murmured, eyes darting up to yours.

You nodded earnestly.

Jacob bracketed his arms next to your body and lowered his mouth over one of your nipples. Your fingers found his hair again with a gasp, arching yourself into his mouth and relishing the feeling of his skilled tongue swirling around your perked nub. His other hand gently massaged your other breast, squeezing the mound affectionately.

You covered his hand with yours, urging him to fondle you harder, rougher. The way his skin felt against yours was heavenly.

You sighed his name, wrapping one of your legs around his waist to grind your pelvis against his hardness.

He groaned around you, “Ugh, Yn.” He popped his mouth off your breast, lips trailing down to your belly, all while he grinded into you to chase some form of relief.

“Jacob, please,” you rasped, urging him with a harsh thrust. “Wanna feel you.”

You were tugging your skirt down your legs next, accompanied to the sound of his belt buckle clinking and the denim falling to the floor beside your bed. His erection tented his boxers, and his face looked flushed, but he dug around in his wallet for a spare condom before coming back to you.

When he yanked his boxers down, his heavy cock sprung up and slapped against his stomach. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him tear the condom packet open with his teeth before sliding the rubber over his throbbing cock.

He groaned softly under his breath, a muscle in his jaw feathering as he wrapped his fist around the head and squeezed himself lightly.

“You're really hot,” you said then, catching him off guard and making him grin boyishly.

He laughed, leaning down to find your lips in a sweet kiss. “Yeah?” He murmured. “You walked into the tutoring center and I knew I was gone, I thought you were so pretty.”

Your chuckle was muffled against him. “Trying to one-up me, Jacob?” Your mirth sobered slightly as he rubbed the tip of his cock between your slickened folds.

Jacob nipped at your bottom lip. “You’ve always been a fast learner.”

As he pushed himself into you, stretching you out inch by inch, you melted into him, fingers digging into his shoulders and his face burying itself into the hollow of your neck.

Your stomach rose and fell with your quick breaths. “Holy shit,” you moaned, mouth falling open as you clung onto him. You could feel him filling you up, the condom doing nearly nothing to hide the ridges of the veins along his shaft. They rubbed against your walls, and you clenched desperately around him.

Jacob moaned loudly, his hips twitching against yours. “Baby, please," he choked out. “You're so—god, you're so tight.”

“You can move now,” you told him softly, cupping the back of his head.

You felt him nod, and with a groan, he pulled his hips back and pushed them into you again. The first thrust was delicious, the second and all the rest were sublime. With every drag of his cock against your walls, you could feel your stomach clench, the pressure building inside you.

His hips slammed against yours desperately, the bed rocking with your movements beneath you and knocking against the wall—thunk, think, thunk—a steady rhythm. He seemed to be consistent in everything he did.

Jacob pressed his body weight against yours as he moved against you. The room filled with the sounds of both of your bliss, and the lewd squelching noises every time he fucked himseld in you. You could feel the wetness and sweat dribbled to your thighs and your ass; barely comprehending just how messy this would be.

“You feel so good, angel,” he groaned, reaching down between your bodies to flick his thumb over your clit.

You yelped, the sensation nearly tipping you over. “Jacob, oh my god—”

“So good for me,” he murmured, sweat dripping down the curve of his sculpted nose. “Gonna come again for me? Nice and pretty as always?”

Your head nodded vigorously, your hips rising to meet his, pelvic bones smashing against each other, his balls slapping against your ass. “Shit, I'm so close!”

You could feel yourself being cranked and wound up like a jack in the box—the precipice was in sight and just in your reach.

Jacob's thrusts grew sloppy, but rougher as he reached his own high. He grunted against your skin, and you both came at once, his hips stilling inside you as you clenched down hard around him.

“Jacob,” you cried out for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight, while his own voice hoarsely grunted your name by your ear.

For a moment, you let your breathing and heart rate steady. You gently brushed your hand against the back of his head as his arms wrapped around your body and he littered your skin with kisses.

“How was that, angel?” He murmured to you, voice husky. He raised his head up to meet your lips with his.

You kissed him back. “It was really good.”

Jacob gave a warm chuckle, eyes crinkling with a smile. “Yeah?”

“Five stars,” you joked.

That drew a slightly louder laugh out of him, and he carefully pulled his softened cock out of you. Swiftly tying the condom off, you directed him to the waste bin beneath your desk.

Jacob settled onto the edge of bed next to you and one of his hands cupped the side of your face, his thumb trailing over your cheekbone. “I meant it—you’re really, really gorgeous. And I know this kind of moved fast, but I'd really like to see where this goes.”

You bit your lip around a smile and met the twinkle in his eye. “I feel the same way.”

You slowly sat up and draped yourself around him, one of his hands holding your forearm to return the gesture. “How's a bath sound?” You asked. You wanted to do something for him now.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I would love that.”

a/n: abrupt endings are my weakness 💀 someone remind me how to write a conclusion

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xiaosonlybeloved · 4 months

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7 Minutes in Heaven- Gojo Satoru

featuring:- Gojo Satoru x fem!reader, Shoko, Utahime, Geto, Nanami tags:- fluff, y/n and gojo being absolute lovesick idiots, dumb and cringy pickup lines, kisses a/n:- again, i apologise for the cringe but your wishes have been fulfilled. i swear, next time it REALLY will be angst. Also this was based of a req i got on my main haha

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Shoko and Utahime were dragged by you into a nearby room, the door shutting behind them forcefully. “Guys you can’t literally be serious.” You exclaimed. Shoko yawned as she said, “It’s literally just a game, [Y/N]. Relax, you’re getting all worked up for nothing.” You looked at her in sheer disbelief as you whisper-shouted “But he’s here too! What if we- god forbid- get paired?” Utahime chuckled at your nervousness as she put an arm around your shoulder and said, “Well, that’s a great opportunity for you, isn’t it? I mean, no offence [Y/N, you’re my best friend and I love you, but you are driving me crazy with all your rambling about Gojo. Like, I get it, you like him, please go and confess.” She sighed. You were about to retort with a denial before a series of soft knocks sounded on the door. “Are you guys there? We’re waiting, if you’re ready.” Geto’s ever-calm voice came from the other side of the door. Shoko immediately responded with a “Yup, just [Y/N] being silly.”

The room to be used for the game had been appropriately darkened and set up. Nanami was working on the chits they’d used to select the two people for 7 minutes in heaven when they re-entered the living room. You released your breath in relief. Nanami was the most trustworthy in the group, and there was definitely no chance of rigging the chits. You know that if it was anyone else, probably all the chits would be filled with your and Gojo’s name.

Yeah, you have no idea how it even came about in the first place, but you had developed a terrible crush on one of your best friends, Gojo Satoru. Every moment you spent with him casually just made it worsen, as you noticed more and more things about him- the small twinkle in his eyes when he was up to some mischief, the assured self-confidence in his grin, the way his demeanor softened a bit on seeing all of you, and so much more. Even worse for you, you believed that he would never reciprocate, leading you to rant about it to your best friends, lovesick. (To the point that they consulted Geto and Nanami about it without your knowledge, only to find that those two were facing the exact same problem. Safe to say, Nanami was even more pissed than usual by Gojo.)

You’re brought back to the present from your daydreams by Geto calling out, “Hey, could you and Gojo please get the timer and some snacks from the storeroom? It’s gonna be a while.” You swallowed a bit as you nodded, “Yeah sure.” ,walking towards the said location with Satoru close behind you.

It took the both of you some time to find the timer, which had been buried in some box somewhere, and you couldn’t help but feel that it was on purpose. By the time you two came back, the others were ready with the chits and waiting impatiently for you. “Took you long enough.” Utahime grumbled as she grabbed the snacks from you without bothering to ask nicely, passing over some packets to the others. There was only one bowl with all your names, ‘to make it more interesting’.

The chips and cakes and drinks were passed around as Nanami drew the first two chits- Him and Geto. He shrugged as if bored already, as he followed Geto into the designated room. From beside you, Gojo groaned that this was a waste of time because absolutely nothing would happen between those two, as he impatiently tapped his foot- another thing you’d noticed about him. To while away the seven minutes, you put on some of your favorite songs, the others beside you perking up as they recognised their all time favorite artist. (im listening to taylor rn lmao) At the end of the time, you guys noiselessly padded over the carpets and barged into the room to find both of them- asleep.

You merely deadpan at the sight while Satoru instantly ran over to Nanamin and grabbed his arm to pull him up, the said man spewing a string of curses at the sudden disturbance, Shoko doing the same with Geto. Then Nanami pulled the next two chits, and your heart sinked as he first called out your name then, “..Geto?”

Everyone at the table simultaneously frowned as Geto leaned over to look at the chit. “...That’s literally Gojo in my cursive handwriting.” Frowning, you grab the chit from Nanamin to confirm, and indeed it was Gojo’s name written on it. Geto leaned back in his chair, unimpressed at his friends’ inability to read his writing, while you weren’t sure whether to be happy or upset that you’d be locked in a room with your long-time crush.

“Well, let’s go now, the seven minutes are ticking away!” Satoru laughs as he pulls you gently into the designated room by the wrist. Utahime and Geto cheerfully call out “Good luck!” and you swear you can see everyone sigh with relief.

You take a deep breath and walk through the door Satoru is chivalrously holding open for you with a grin, and Satoru follows as the door is locked from outside. But just a moment later, he trips and falls. He quickly gets up though, as he looks at you and says, “Hey, do you have a bandaid? Cause I scraped my knee falling for you.”

You blink at him, once, twice, till you start laughing. He pouts, upset. “That’s so rude of you [N/N]!” You respond with “You should tie your shoelaces- I don’t want you falling for anyone else.” Now its Satoru’s turn to be flabbergasted, and you’re sure both your friends would be highly disappointed with your cringy as hell pick-up lines, but hey, atleast you’re not nervous anymore. “You don’t need to worry, cause I was enchanted to meet you. Still am, by the way.”

Your smile turns sad as the reality of the situation sinks in. Satoru was probably just using these to while away the time, and the fact that you really were in love with him didn’t help. “Satoru, I think we should stop now, because it hurts to know that you don’t really mean any of this.” “But I do!” Satoru protested vehemently. You turned away from him to face the wall. “Stop joking, please. Fine, I’ll admit it. I really like you Toru, and I wanna be more than just friends with you but I know you don’t feel the same. Still, its not nice of you to play with my heart like that.”

A beat of silence, then another, and suddenly you’re scared that you’ve ruined everything that was between you- friendship or more.

And then you feel Satoru hugging you from behind, as you freeze up. You think you might just malfunction, because the Gojo Satoru just kissed you on the cheek with a lopsided smile. “Now now, who gave you the impression that I didn’t like you back? If anything, I thought that my feelings weren’t returned.”

You spin around in his embrace, shocked. Mistake, you realise, because your faces are so close to each other now, that if either of you leant forward a bit, you’d be kissing. “Are you being serious right now?” You whisper. “For once, yes, I’m being dead serious. But since we both like each other, can we just skip the formalities and kiss? Because right now, you’re the one torturing me with this proximity.” Satoru replies back, fully serious, and it makes you laugh a little as you finally, finally, pull his pretty face towards yours to kiss him like you’ve been longing to all this time.

Satoru immediately responds in kind, and you’re not quite sure how much time passes while you two are lost in each other, but eventually Satoru pulls away a bit, and you frown at the loss of contact. After a moment, you hesitantly say, “..Well? What do we do now?” At this, Satoru smirks as he fully pulls away. “Of course, we go back to acting like we did before. Let’s make our dearest friends think their genius ploy to get us together has miserably failed. I always love a good prank, and this’ll be one of the best.”

Again, you can’t help but chuckle at this. “So you suspected something was up? Yeah, me too. What I’m wondering is how they convinced Nanamin to join in. I genuinely didn’t think Nanami would ever do something like this.” “Remember when we all went to see Geto and him? I bet that at that time, Shoko and Utahime switched up the bowl of chits. That's like the only way possible.” “Nanami must still have been in on it though.”

“The seven minutes are almost up, I think. Right, so I’m gonna go to this wall and you go there, and we’ll pretend we haven’t been talking much. I can bet you they’re eavesdropping on us even right now, but I know from experience that its very hard to actually make the words out. So basically, they won’t know shit.” Amused, you go along with his plan. Except that now its actually embarrassing to act the way you used to, all lovesick at the mere sight of him, and you think he feels the same way from the way he’s blushing slightly.

A minute or two passes, and you’d think it was incredibly awkward, but its actually funny by the way Satoru keeps grinning at you, or says even more dumb pick up lines occasionally. Suddenly, the door bursts open, as if your friends are hoping to catch you in the middle of some heinous act. Imagine their sheer disappointment to see the scene in front of them.

Utahime stomps over to you as you rush out of the room, the way you would have done a day ago. “Well?” she demands forcefully. “Did anything happen?”

Its so very hard to keep a poker face at her furious expression on hearing the blunt “No.” from you. She mutters something before proceeding to strangle Geto, who was strangling Gojo. Your and Satoru’s eyes meet, and you almost crack up at the mischief sparkling in his eyes- another thing about him that made you fall in love.

Oh well. You’re sure your friends will find out soon, but for now its highly entertaining to watch them at their wit’s end. You smile at Satoru when no one’s looking, and he sends a wink your way.

Bonus:-

Lessons had ended, and Satoru, being the gentleman that he is, came to fetch you from the class. The others were nowhere to be seen, and taking advantage of the moment, Satoru decided to kiss you- no one is here after all.

Unfortunately, you lose track of time as a screech resounds in the empty and silent class. You two jump away from each other, startled and guilty as charged, while your friends stand at the entrance of the classroom with a betrayed look on their faces. The two parties just stare at each other till Geto finally, slowly asks, “How long?”

You sheepishly respond with the truth, and the look of shock on is just priceless. You sigh internally- Your friends are something, and your now-boyfriend is an entirely different kind of something.

Satoru sticks out his tongue at them before kissing you again, on the cheek this time.

Cue Nanami strangling Gojo. (They all gag, but they’re very relieved.)

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pawnshopbleus · 4 months

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hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

coriolanus snow x fem!plinth!reader

summary - basically what the request says, but there is no happy ending because i'm evil.

contains - angst, the capital being described as beautiful, gold-digging, rude coriolanus, not beta read

author's note - i'm so sorry @simpovereveryone for the unhappy ending, but i feel like once someone finds out you originally wanted to date them for their money there is no coming back. originally, this was going to be a happy ending, but I just couldn't write one that felt natural and real. if you want, I can do a happy Coriolanus later, but there is no happy ending in this one.

IT was no secret that Strabo Plinth’s daughter was in love. It was the only thing people would talk about at the Academy. In between each Hunger Games, Capitol citizens were bored. Gossip would spread like a wildfire. They didn’t know how to keep a secret.

Coriolanus knew that you liked him. It was obvious to anyone that had two working eyes. The way that your eyes would follow him wherever he went, and how your back would straighten every time he walked by was evidence enough that you had a crush on the blonde boy.

Coriolanus was flattered, really, but he just wasn’t one to date. Many girls have tried and failed at dating him. None piqued his interest. He found that most pretty Capiol girls were dumb and had no interest beyond their physical appearance. They also lacked what he needed most, money.

Coriolanus wanted to continue his education at the University after the Academy. He needed to keep a roof over his, Tigris, and Grandma’ams head, or he would have failed as a cousin and a grandson. Those necessities don’t come cheap after a war, no matter how long ago the war was.

And then he heard the news. Some new students were chatting during lunch. His name and yours got thrown around, and after some intense staring at his apple, he heard what they were talking about. Your little schoolgirl crush on Coriolanus, and that was confirmation enough.

Then there you were, sitting in all your glory.

Being the one and only daughter in the Plinth family made you susceptible to fake people. Always after your money and status, but they will talk about you behind your back. Coriolanus has heard it all. He needed to outsmart the many and study the few that made it to your inner circle. Just because you already had a crush on him meant nothing if he didn’t have a good enough reason to chase after you.

Your red school uniform mixed in with the rest of the crowd, but your face was what drew him in. It was so different, unconventional, and beautiful. The unconventionality of your face made him want to paint a picture of you from memory. You were unique, which he liked. This won’t be too bad, Coriolanus said in his head.

Your tired eyes met his and he didn’t look away. The bags under your eyes accentuated the fact that you couldn’t sleep last night. The thunder crashing outside of your window was probable cause to keep you awake.

Coriolanus got up from his chair and stocked towards you. His stride was purposeful, guiding through clumps of students gathered around the room. He sat across from you and said nothing as he studied your tired expression. It was weird that your brother's friend and your crush were sitting across from you all of a sudden. You were in no way ready to talk to him right now.

“Did you want me to tell Sejanus something?” was all you could manage to ask. Your brain was begging you to ask more. Why are you here? How is your family? Do you think I’m crazy for liking you, even though we’ve never had an actual conversation? But your mouth stayed shut, which saved you from a boatload of embarrassment.

Coriolanus smiled. His teeth were imperfectly imperfect. A natural color, not too white, but not too yellow. His right front tooth was slightly crooked, giving his teeth personality.

“No, I came here to talk to you.”

Your brows furrowed for a second. Why in the world would he want to talk to me? Besides being the sister of his friend, you had nothing going on for yourself. There were far prettier girls that he could talk to. You weren’t all that traversed in philosophy and classic books like he was. You were just…you.

Your lips pressed together in a small line and then returned to normal after a second. You couldn’t form coherent words right now. You nodded your head at the boy in front of you and looked across the room, not ready to make eye contact with him at the present moment. Students talked and whispered with each other as they took in the scene. Coriolanus Snow talking to the girl that had a crush on him. Many girls who had tried to date him in the past narrowed their eyes at you.

You had not noticed that the room was almost silent, save for the whispers of the nosey students. Coriolanus kept repeating your name, trying to break you out of your trance. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. An unlimited amount of syllables were repeated over and over again in his baritenor voice.

“What?” you ask as you are broken out of your trance.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he answered your question with another.

This seemed too good to be true. The boy you’ve had a crush on for years had just asked you out for seemingly no reason. Either whatever higher power in the sky was on your side, or this was one huge prank. Either way, you agreed.

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You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. The baby pink silk slip dress you were wearing used to belong to your mother. She had given it to you two years ago in hopes that you would wear it. She hoped that you would wear it on a date with a nice boy. That’s exactly what you were doing, but there were two problems. The first problem was that you were nothing like your brother, outgoing and outspoken. You preferred to keep to yourself, and if you had to socialize, you would do it with the handful of friends you had. The second problem was that it was two years later. The dress no longer draped beautifully around you like it did when you were younger. It clung to every curve, crevice, and roll you had on your body. You were lucky that the dress still zipped up. You studied yourself in the mirror, going from the tip top of your head down to your painted toenails. At least it looked like you had enough money to be well-fed and groomed.

Coriolanus was taking you to a new rooftop restaurant. The women in your mother's book club raved on and on about how elegant and regal the vibes in that restaurant felt. They also recounted how hard it is to get a reservation. For a new restaurant, it seemed pretty picky with its patrons.

He picked you up around six. The sun had already set and a chill breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the bare skin of your arms. Coriolanus kept you close to him, placing a strong hand on the small of your back. His hand was cold, causing you to shiver.

The reviews were right. The restaurant was beautiful. The entire place was lit using nothing but candles. They lined the tables with pristine white cloth. There were other details of the restaurant that were otherworldly, but the view of the Capital made you swoon. With Coriolanus long forgotten, your eyes lit up at all the lights and such that outlined every building and street. You had forgotten how beautiful the Capital was at night. Your heart panged with gratefulness at being able to experience this even though you weren’t born here.

Coriolanus studied you once again. The city lights flashed and shone across your body, accentuating the way your skin looked. It looked soft, almost perfect. Nothing was ever perfect.

“So, Sejanus told me you like to paint,” Coriolanus commented, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Your eyes broke away from the shining lights and back to the companion in front of you. “Yes,” you simply said.

The simplicity of your words made Coriolanus fix his hand into a fist under the table. He was doing you a favor! You were the one who had a crush on him, not the other way around. He couldn’t say anything, though. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. Flashes of images passed through his mind. They all had one thing in common; they were dear to him - the only things he loved. That was the reason why he was here. He needed the money that was attached to you.

“What do you like to paint?” The food that he ordered for the two of you was being placed down on the table. He ordered steak and potatoes with a side of steamed vegetables.

You are a vegetarian.

Everyone knew you were vegetarian. You loved animals and couldn’t fathom eating a living animal. You didn’t judge people who ate meat. Everyone was free to live the lifestyle they wanted and you choose to live a meatless lifestyle.

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” you questioned the boy in front of you who was currently eating his food like a starved man. Which he was. He barely had enough money to pay rent, let alone pay for this meal…

That’s why he asked you on a date - for your money. You’ve lived your entire life having to question whether or not someone wanted to be your friend. Your last name followed you everywhere you went. There was nothing shameful about your family, but you hated having fake people around you. It was literal hell.

Of course, Coriolanus didn’t like you. He just needed your money. You scoffed at him and didn’t even let him finish as you sprinted out of the restaurant, leaving him confused and with no way to pay.

It’s safe to say that Coriolanus is never welcomed back.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #angst #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x fem!reader

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onekindredspirit · 5 months

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This photo is the last remaining evidence that I once stood before the mystic portal of the O.K. Corral. Everything else except memory has been taken with time, and so I deposit this remnant here in salt and light and code. The O.K. Corral was a crumbling, condemned 5 bedroom Victorian villa that featured in my life when I was young. I rented it with a friend for, initially, $40 per week. That price was later negotiated down to 'rent free'. Mr. Fox, our landlord, was seen only once more, and on that occasion he tried to sell the place to us for $10,000. The current market value is around $1.5 million ... but money isn't everything. The O.K. Corral was a 'Dude Ranch' and the definition of that is "... an all-inclusive immersive vacation that includes lodgings, meals, horseback riding, fishing and hiking and more." Okay, there was no horseback riding, fishing or hiking but there were other things going on ... and more. Interestingly, the word 'dude' has changed meaning over the last 140 years. Today 'dude' means something like 'bro' but back in the 1880's, when 'Dude Ranches' first began, it was slang for an urbanite. As I write, things continue to fall into place.

I had known my friend since I was 6 years old. I don't think I liked him much back then. He was an extrovert and pushy when getting the painting resources at school. I didn't sit with him anyway because I was a 'foreigner' and I had to sit next to the only other foreigner in the class, Elizabeth Federinko, a Ukrainian girl who couldn't speak English and drew horses all day. I think it was the horse drawing that eventually drove me crazy or maybe it was something else ... possibly bad blood. Anyway, I'll call my friend 'Bukowski'. By the time we were 20 years old I quite liked the guy. Sure there were other arenas of male competition but I found myself better equipped to deal with those. The cool thing about pushy people is that they make thing happen and 'Bukowski' was no exception. For example, he could cook. We had a litany of weirdos and 'freaks' pass through the O.K. Corral. A note to the sensitive - to be called a freak back then was the highest form of compliment in our subculture. It was all a little crazy and you would be disappointed in me if I told you about life at the O.K. Corral, so I won't. Let's talk about something else. One day 'Bukowski' decided to move to another region of New Zealand, some place warmer that would better suit a boho gentleman with alcohol thinned blood. I have rarely lived alone but for a week I did until one morning I was woken at 1am by someone sitting on the end of my bed and talking to me. I wasn't clear as to what she was saying but I wasn't at all concerned as this was probably 'normal' when you don't lock your doors. Realising I was now awake she turned on the light.

I didn't know her but I knew who she was. I'd seen her riding around the city on a Norton Commando motorcycle which had impressed me because of her small size and once she had smiled at me as we passed each other on a city street. I remember that smile, it was powerful enough to stop and turn me around. It was a beautiful smile. The following morning she returned with her possessions and we shared my bed. I feel I had been looking for this person most of my life but when you dream someone into your life there's a danger that the results may be "... reductive and diminutive and I think basically misogynistic ..." as the writer Zoe Kazan once said in an interview when discussing the 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl' trope. Clementine, in the movie 'The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' warns Joel - "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours". One thing though, I was never quite sure if she was my projection or if I was, in fact, the projection of her own desires. But I'm comfortable with that. We lived together. She taught me a lot. I gave her love in return. 'Clementine' eventually moved to Australia, a place better suited to her large personality. Years later I was sitting having an espresso at Fidel's Cafe on Cuba Street when 'Clementine' walked past the large plate-glass window. I had only a glimpse of her face but from that brief moment I sensed that she was not happy and that her health was not good. I didn't get up and rush out to catch up with her. I didn't run after her seeking some meaningful reunion. I let her go and watched as she disappeared into the crowd. Sometime in the not too distant past I had discovered that the person I had been looking for all through my youth and into later life was myself. I let 'Clementine' go. But the night I wrote this I dreamed of 'Clementine' and it was a beautiful dream.

- One Kindred Spirit

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janyiahsucks-blog · 11 months

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A Dream With a Baseball Player

~Miles falls in love with someone who he can't even know.~

wc: 0.6k

warnings: slight stalking (miles is a pussy)

Miles is taking this very seriously. I mean it's his first official mission from Miguel and after their long-standing tension he is quick to try not to disappoint him.

He has a very strict set of rules assigned to most of them being, so he simply doesn't cause more harm than good. The one Miguel stressed the most was to stray from interacting with the people of Earth-780. He says he doesn't want Miles getting attached to people from other multiverses and that this mission is a simple in and out job.

"Do NOT overcomplicate this Morales" Miguels voice is so loud that it rattles in Miles's skull before finally settling.

To say the mission went slightly awry would be an understatement. In the course of trying to capture the anomaly he finds himself in a situation in which he has to save (therefore interact with) one of the many citizens of Earth-780. You.

Probably the most normal person Miles's has interacted with in weeks. But to him you're enthralling. There's just something about you that drives him crazy. He doesn't know what exactly it was that first drew him in, but he knows the hook line and sinker was your smile.

Your smile was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he knows from that moment on he's absolutely fucked. You exchange maybe five words on the way back to your apartment (he insists to walk you).

In the brief conversation he catches your name, and he finds himself wishing he could be just Miles. Maybe he could introduce himself some other time when he wasn't on duty but that happened to be what Miguel called a liability, he had some strict rules against dimension hoping for anything other than missions.

But hey some rules were just meant to be broken, especially if it meant he could see you smile at him just one more time. He found himself visiting Earth-780 far more than he would like to admit. When he was there, he spent all of his time on you. Following you home, making sure you were safe, finding your hobbies. And most importantly sketching you. Candid linework of you in the park, the outline of the back of your head, you smiling at your friends. They filled his sketch book to the brim. Sure, it made him seem like a little (lot) of a stalker, but he just needed to know that you and that smile were fine.

When he got home from long days of patrols and fighting crime, he thought of you. Opening his sketchbook his fingers trace the lines that make up your face on the book. He decided in that moment for one of the very few times in his life he wanted to break rules and he was gonna do it no matter the consequence.

The next week after days of preparing himself he opens a portal to Earth-780 and walks himself all the way to your local park. He knew you'd be there due to his detective work (mild stalking).

You were sitting on a bench minding your business looking as gorgeous as always when he approached you. An awkward looking boy with a lopsided smile and his hand held out in front of him.

You look around trying to see if he's confused, because to your knowledge you have no idea who this man is.

"Uh Do I know you..." Your voice is like music to Miles's ears. He hasn't heard something so sweet since their previous "conversation" if you can even call it that.

"Oh No you don't I just thought you looked like you needed some company" He shrugs trying to be nonchalant when really his heart was beating out of his chest and his brain was turning to mush.

"I'm Miles"

When he gets your number and you make him pinky promise to call he finds himself happy he decided to break some rules

#miles morales headcannons #miles morales x reader #miles morales #into the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #astv fanfic #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #atsv x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv miles

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apieceofmi · 5 months

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STRANGERS… or not

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: a stranger in a train that captive her heart, never seen him again… but his face was familiar, maybe that was more than just a connection, maybe she already saw him somewhere. A lot of research and… oh, yeah, she really sees his face before, her and millions of people… it's just sad that he seems so untouchable. Right?

Author’s note: Okay, so part 2 was unexpected, but It's here!! And now I have a few more ideas for this same couple and context… I think there are more coming. Anyway, hope you like it! xx

Part One (You don't have to necessarily read the first part to understand this one, it's up to you)

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Just when I thought that my chances are over, I found him. The stranger I’ve met in a train coming back from my hometown months ago, talked for hours and I left without knowing his name.

I took the same train and visit my parents more times than is good for my mental health, I sat there and wait for him, but got nothing. Then I searched in social media, everywhere I could think of, but it is so difficult to search for something - someone in this case - that you know nothing about. I have an image in my mind, the sound of a laugh, and nothing more. We shared so much that day, but as the days passed it seemed like nothing. Then, when I gave up and convinced myself that I was making it bigger than it should have been, when I accepted that it had become just a great memory, exactly how I wanted it, I found him.

Screaming in my phone, I'm not the only one that think he's a cool guy. I feel kind of stupid when I realize that he's not just an ordinary person, and that's probably why I thought I already knew him that day on the train.

Not a surprise, just me romanticizing my life again.

And maybe that is the reason why I'm doing it again, because I swear that I feel something more around this - him. In my delusion mind, you don't meet someone by chance. You don't screw up the chance you have to really know someone when you feel a special connection with them. Not like I did. Maybe that's the reason that I feel the necessity to just see him again. I don't know what I expect of this, and maybe I should just let it go, but I have friends that are delusional like me, and they support me with this crazy feeling… So, yeah, I listened to all of his band's albums and came to a show - just because it was in my city. It's not like I fight for tickets when I found out that they would be here. Not at all.

Everything was good, and I was already feeling that coming to the show was the closure that I need to this history when my friend Anna, that came with me, grab my hand while we're exiting the venue.

“Let's wait outside. I know some fans do it, sometimes they stop to take pictures and talk to them.”

I get nervous immediately. I've already seen him, discovered who he is and for me that's enough, I don't have the courage to be in front of him again. I don't want him to think that I'm stalking him and make this role thing uncomfortable. It was supposed to be something nice, just it. Actually, it was just supposed to be a memory. Everything that happened after I left that day shouldn't have happened, I didn't say my name because I didn't want anything to happen. I'm going further than I should, I'm exceeding the limit I drew for myself. It's more than enough.

“No! We can't wait for them!” I protest, thinking in an excuse when Anna looks at me, her eyes narrow, knowing me well enough. “I have to work in the morning.”

“You can miss one rehearsal.”

“I have class tomorrow. I can't miss it, I'm the teacher.” I say, but Anna doesn't take me serious, she knows that I'm having a meltdown right now. “What if they don't even came out? We’re just going to lose time waiting here.”

Squeezing my hand, she smiles at me.

“Then at least you tried.”

So we wait, talk with some people that are waiting there too and it's cool. It's nice. But I can't stop feeling that I'm doing something wrong being here. I don't know, betraying the universe, maybe? I made my choice that day and just because I regret it now, can I just switch sides?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

Maybe it's supposed to be just like it was, some nice exchange in the train between strangers. Maybe it supposed for me not saying my name.

I'm almost given up and going home when I see them coming in our direction. Anna has a big smile in her face, her eyes shinning, and I almost can hear her saying - he's here! He's here! - but I just look at her and then at him approaching the others, and I freeze, taking a step back.

There's another member of the band with him - with I know now that his name is Nicholas - and they start to talking with the little crowed waiting for them. I stay in the corner with Anna, without a clue to how to start this interaction without being a weirdo.

I'm still considering running out of here when his eyes catch me one time. Two times. A little frowning in his face in the third time. What if he doesn't remember me?

“I know you” he says, his eyes studying mine, coming closer.

“We met at…” But I don't need to finish when his faces changes. He recognizes me.

“Yes, I remember” he smiles. “You found me.”

I let out a small nervous breath, forcing it into a weak smile.

“It took long enough, but yes. I did found you.”

There’s a grin that won't leave his lips, and I cannot stop staring at it.

“What's your name?” Yeah, here's the million dollars question.

I finally tell him my name, answering the question I should have answered months ago when I had the opportunity, then had to beg the universe for another chance.

“Well, I’m Noah” he says next.

“Nice to meet you.” I chuckled nervously.

I already know his name, but him saying it to me feels more legit. I think I can finally stop referring to this man in my mind as him or the stranger.

He finally has a name.

“You liked the show?” Noah asks.

“Yes! It was so great!” I rejoiced. “You guys are so talented! I was shocked when I was listening the albums, I'm just… I became a fan.”

The smile in Noah’s lips grows and the shy look in his eyes makes strange things happen in my stomach. I really hope that's not butterflies. It's like something frozen at the moment, at the same time suddenly I'm well aware of the people still around us, hoping for a little more time with the members of the band they came to see.

Noah gives me a little embrace, catching me off guard when I hear his voice so close.

“You found me, now it's my time” he whispers in my ear.

“I follow you” I replied, the words coming out my mouth like it's an urgency.

“Great.” he says, stepping back and giving attention to the person next to us.

I look around for Anna, who I didn't even see leaving, she's back at my side in a second.

“How it was?” she asks as we leave.

“He said he's going to find me” I chuckle. “ I think on social media? I don't know.”

“It would be suspicious if he asked for your number in front of everyone.” She considers. “Or even invite you for, I don't know… their bus” Anna makes a funny face, giving me a side look. “I wouldn’t let you leave with him like that anyway, he’s cute and talented, but he’s still a man.”

I laugh, loving her a little more for taking care of me.

“I wouldn’t abandon you like that.” I say. “Thank you for coming with me.”

"Of course. As if I would miss the chance to help my best friend meet her train crush, who happened to be a fucking rock star." She rolls her eyes, getting into the car.

“It don't even make sense.” I let out a disbelief laugh. “Did you see how many people were there today? This is like impossible, he's famous, a celebrity, I'm not the kind of person…”

“Stop it right now.” She interrupts me. “He's a person just like you are. Yes, he's talented and is in a band that obviously is getting bigger every second, but it doesn't mean anything. He's human. You're human. It's all we need.”

“You're right, I'm thinking too much again.” I say, starting the car. “At least I tried.”

I'm already home getting ready to sleep when a notification came on my phone. A message on Instagram from an account with a peculiar profile pic. I don't make a ceremony and open it right away.

“I can't believe that I spend two hours talking with you that day and don't ask your name first thing!”

“I swear, I'm not like this in normal situations”

“You got me nervous”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from smiling.

“I'm sorry for not saying my name when you asked. I regret it every day since I left.”

“Two fools”

“How did you found me? I tried to look for you but get nothing”

“Well, I'm not as popular as you”

“A video of the band randomly appeared on my timeline, I think I talked about the guy on the train so much to my friends that the algorithm took pity on me and threw it in my face.”

“For once social media did something right”

“So… You're going to stay in town or…?”

“No. We already left”

“I didn't want to expose you out there earlier, but if you get me your number, I can let you know when I'm around?”

“I'll understand if you don't want to, my life can be a little crazy sometimes.”

There's no hesitation in my answer.

“I really want to know better the guy that I met on the train three months ago and can't stop wondering about, so… Yes, If that's okay for you.”

“Great. I've searched for you in every city that we go to since that day, can't wait to properly get to know you too, stranger.”

So I sent my number.

And God, I should have known I was in trouble the moment I got that first message from him. As the days went by, I realized that I was crazy to think that Noah was untouchable just because of what he does for a living, he has become the funniest and sweetest person I know.

We're definitely not strangers anymore.

Not when we talk every day now.

Not when I learned all his favorites.

Not when I’m counting days to see Noah in person again.

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fluff

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cod-sins · 9 months

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Can I have Ghost, König and Thomas Hewitt (if you write two fandoms in one) with male reader who is a metal head? Long hair, corpse paint, is fascinated with gore stuff and such.

.ೃ࿐ Format: HCs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Male. Heavy Metal!Reader.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. Gore/Blood mention.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 1.3K

[A/N: FIRST MALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOO! Thank you anon for giving me an excuse to watch TCM again. I also did some similar HCs with König (no mention of gender) you can check those out as well. Also, it was so hard for me to find a picture of a black male with corpse paint *sigh*.]

𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻

Wowie y'all make an interesting duo.

Between his skull mask/balaclava and your corpse paint and dark clothing, you two make a very visually appealing couple. Ghost jokes about how it's always Halloween at y'alls house.

He likes your long hair. Military guys aren't allowed to have long hair so seeing you with long hair is somewhat refreshing to him.

There is something that awakens inside of Ghost when he sees you walking around shirtless with your hair down.

Ghost is another COD character who wouldn't be surprised by your music.

His father used to take him to Bone Licker concerts (sounds pretty heavy metal to me) when he was younger but he stopped going after the prostitute incident. With him being in the military it only drove him further away but if you could convince him to go to concerts with you he would.

He would make sure to mark the date so he wouldn't forget or let his work intervene. With even more convincing he would allow to you paint a skull on his face, he wouldn't wear it out though he'd switch back to his balaclava.

If there was a chance he couldn't make it to a concert or just didn't wanna go, he'd make it up to you by buying you VIP tickets.

Gets really defensive when other guys hit on you. Puts himself between you and the guy. “Yeah his style is nice and all now bug off.”

At first, Ghost would try and shield you from whatever injuries he has. If he came home still a little bruised and bloody from his last mission he wouldn't want you to see, probably heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up until you tell him you aren't squeamish and you're fine with it. Then he would come straight to the bedroom while you clean up his bloody bandaged shoulder.

Thought you were an odd fella the first time he laid eyes on you. It was most likely Soap who set you guys up.

He acknowledges your interest in gore, however, he'd prefer if you kept it to yourself. When he's deployed he's constantly surrounded by it--by death and blood. So when he gets home it's the last thing he wants to see.

Since the majority of Ghost's clothing is dark colors he would mix up y'alls clothing and wouldn't notice.

“Hey, Simon?” “Yeah?” “Is that my shirt?“ He peers down realizing it is in fact your shirt.”Ah, yeah sorry love I guess I grabbed the wrong thing.” He begins to take it off until you tell him it's okay and that he actually looks really good in it.

KÖ𝙉𝙄𝙂

The moment König laid eyes on you he was blown away.

He doesn't see people with your style so he thought you were very unique. He asks you why dress that way and why your makeup looks so crazy. He doesn't mean to come off as rude or anything he's just not used to it and he likes to hear you talk about your interests.

König would shyly ask if you could make his face look like yours. He would let you sit on his lap and watch as you meticulously drew on his face with black liner, on top of the white paint. He'd have a dumb smile on his face after you finish.

Just like Ghost, König would also go to concerts with you. If you were on the shorter side he would pick you up and put you on his shoulders so you could get a better view. The dude is like a rock so when people get a little too aggressive with their thrashing he has you stand behind him so you don't get hit.

Likes when you put your hair up and let strands of hair fall down, thinks it's really hot. König would stare non-stop until you called him.

Wouldn't say anything about your gore interest but he would indulge you in ways he killed/kills people. [cough cough König finishers cough]

He told you about how one time he sniped a man and his brain splattered out on a wall behind him. Or once he snapped a dude's neck so hard you could see the bone about to come out.

König watches closely as your eyes get big and you squirm in your seat as he goes on and on about his war stories.

He glares at anyone who would dare say anything negative about you. That includes his coworkers and supervisors.

König could not tell you the name of the bands you listen to because of the font. He says it looks all scrambled and he couldn't tell which letter is which.

When you told him you thought he was a little intimidating the first time you he giggled and told you, he felt the same way too. People think y'all are like that one scary goth couple in school.

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑻

The first time Thomas saw you he instantly fell in love.

He couldn't stop staring at you, he thought you were sent by the devil himself as a gift.

He is so interested in you especially since you guys look the same. You have long hair, he has long hair. You wear intricate corpse paint that covers your face, he delicately sews people's faces together to cover his.

Thomas wouldn't allow Hoyt [derogatory] to make fun of you. He takes a lot of shit from him but he draws the line at his boyfriend being made fun of.

Thomas prefers your hair over his. His isn't really taken care of. It's all greasy and messy so if you took the time to brush and style it, he'd probably cry.

No one is that nice to him besides his mom. So it'd be up to you to spoil him.

I imagine the type of music you listen to isn't common in Texas, especially on rural Texas radio so he would be very interested in it.

He would have you play it while he's dealing with his victims because he finds the screaming to be very annoying and sometimes headache inducing.

Tommy always keeps an out for you to make sure you don't pass out from the heat. He'd literally be standing there, watching you with your paint running down your face with a concerned look on his face as you tell him you're fine.

He would let you watch him disassemble bodies. Since you're interested in that stuff Thomas thinks it's the perfect bonding experience.

Thomas would also put your ass to work, I'm sorry to say. He believes everyone should pull their weight including his partner.

While his method of butchering is sloppy, he would still show you how to properly gut a person and how to get the most meat off the bones.

He's happy that you have an interest in gore and he would most definitely make a mask for you. If you were to wear it around he would be so unbelievably happy.

You're wearing his art AND you like it?? A match made in heaven.

If you were too grossed out by the whole canniblism thing Thomas would try and find you other food. There aren't a lot of animals in the area but he would try and catch deer, rabbits, or coyotes.

Thomas might have you lure in other victims, and you may have to change your look-up to be more “approachable” so he would lend you some of his clothes. They'd be too big but he and his mom know how to tailor.

He would only do this if you felt comfortable with it, he would never want to put you in harm's way.

I think Thomas would do a lot to make sure you're okay. He doesn't get that luxury and he is afraid of you leaving him for someone else.

You would have to reassure him that you wouldn't leave him because he's pretty insecure about himself and being around Hoyt and Monty does not help.

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It Was Still True ~ Part 16

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

This is part 16 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 4680

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (this part can be found in Ch. 6 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

Summary: Three little words run through your head all day. They might be driving you crazy.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Teasing, Pet Names, Dom Zoro, Soft Zoro, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Biting, Light BDSM, Orgasm Delay, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Alcohol (reader drinks and gets a bit tipsy), Polyamory, Porn with Feelings, Condoms, Insecurity, Aftercare

A/N: The last chapter was so self indulgent, and I was stoked that so many people enjoyed it. I hope you enjoy this one too, our swordsman is a confusing lil guy sometimes. 💚

“I love you, YN.”

Heat flooded through your chest, spreading down your arms and fingers until you shivered. Sanji’s eyes held you captive with the weight of his words.

The words almost rolled right off your tongue. Until Zoro’s face floated through your mind.

You pushed the thought aside, breathing in this moment, and melting into Sanji’s eyes.

Sanji, who would give you everything. Who’s shown you he can listen to your needs, and share his own with you. Sanji, this incredible, sweet, sexy man that drives you wild.

It almost felt like too soon to declare it, but it was still true. You smiled as he watched you, patient and soft.

“I love you too, Sanji.”

Sanji smiled, his lips quivering slightly before he kissed you, and that made you love him more.

Bodies still wrecked from the pleasure you’d torn from each other tonight, you just stayed there for a while. Just tracing fingers along each other's bodies, luxuriating in slow kisses, whispering those three words over and over.

Sanji’s voice was still whispering in your ear when you fell asleep in his arms.

Sanji had woken you early, and you whined to pull him back to bed.

“Come, my dear. I’ve got to start breakfast, and you’ll have time for a shower. I probably didn’t clean all of my mess off of you last night, but I don’t mind the thought of you cover-”

Throwing a pillow at him, you crawled out of bed, only for his arms to pull you into the air, holding your close.

“I love you, darling.”

Sanji’s face was way too bright for this early in the morning, but you wanted to eat him up.

“I love you too, Sanji.”

Enjoying the feel of his lips on yours, your mind tensed as he set you down.

“What’s wrong, my sweet?”

You cringed, already hating the words before you let them out.

“I have a really terrible request, Sanji. Do you think we could keep this to ourselves for a little while?”

You felt sick at the hurt in his eyes, and reached for his hands.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean that because of how I feel about you at all, Sanji. I’m so happy, and proud to be in love with you.”

Sanji’s eyes softened again, but he kept his gaze wary, waiting.

“I was just hoping for a little time before… before Zoro finds out.”

Sanji sucked his teeth as he took in a breath, looking to the ceiling before meeting your gaze again.

“I'm sorry, my love. Are you asking me to keep the fact that I love you hidden so that barbaric swordsman doesn’t fly off the handle again?”

“No- fuck. No, I'm sorry. I know that’s awful. I shouldn’t have asked that. I just… I don’t feel up for another heavy day so soon.”

Sanji sighed, pulling you against him to kiss the top of your head.

“Okay, darling. You know I'd do anything for you.”

You squeezed him tight, feeling so safe in his arms.

“How about when I call you ‘angel,’ you’ll know I'm telling you ‘I love you.”

Grinning, you pulled away enough to look into his face.

“And when I say ‘thank you, Sanji,’ you’ll know I love you back.”

“Mm, my angel,” he purred as he drew in close.

“Thank you, Sanji,” you whispered on his lips before another perfect kiss.

“And by the way, Sanji, I hope you have a wonderful date with Robin tonight.”

Sanji’s eyes practically popped out of his head, as if he’d forgotten. But you couldn’t believe for a second that your love cook could have forgotten a date with any woman.

You felt so light as you laughed your way out of his quarters, those three words still buzzing along your skin.

Breakfast was lovely as usual, and Sanji was calling you ‘angel’ so much that even Chopper was concerned.

“Did you hit your head, Sanji?”

“Thank you, Sanji,” you laughed as he brought you another coffee.

“You’re welcome, angel,” Sanji declared, making most of the crew groan.

Zoro had kept his arm around you throughout breakfast, and wrapped his arm around your waist as you left the galley.

“Hey Zoro, I’m going to run with Nami, but I’ll meet you for training after.”

He pushed you gently against the wall, caging you in as he stared at you, his dark eyes moving over your face.

“Do you want a break today, or can I stay with you tonight?”

Smiling, you reached out to touch his hips.

“Stay with me tonight, babe.”

“Isn’t there another name you can call me,” he grumbled, shaking his head at you.

“Are you ever going to stop calling me ‘Needy?”

Zoro narrowed his eyes at you.

“That’s what I thought, babe.”

He made you pay for that in training later.

“Ow, fuck,” you hissed as you shook your wrist, your tonfa flying out of your grip from his hit.

“You keep over-extending your-”

“Mosshead, if you hurt her-”

Sanji had hurried over at your hiss, cigarette half spent while his eyes narrowed at Zoro.

“Shut up, cook, she’s not a baby. Even though she’s as needy as one.”

He’d turned back to make a face at you, and you tried and failed to hit him with your remaining tonfa while he blocked.

“I’m serious, Marimo, you need to watch your strength. I don’t trust that you have enough brains in that green head of yours to remember that you’re training, not fighting my angel.”

You mouthed your ‘thank you, Sanji’ while Zoro rounded on him.

“My girl doesn’t need some perv breathing down her neck all the time.”

Sanji was smiling at you now, eyes soft and almost heart shaped, and he didn’t respond to Zoro.

“Did you hear me, pervert? My girl doesn't need you babying her.”

You grinned at your boys, actually agreeing with Zoro this time.

“Don’t baby her, just don’t leave her bruised and limping because you can’t control your own strength.”

“Oh, I’m gonna leave her bruised and limping tonight, cook, and she’s gonna fucking beg me for it.”

As fun as this was to watch, you wanted to stop them before another brawl started. You already saw Chopper and Usopp inching closer to watch, Chopper failing at hiding again.

Zoro’s fists clenched around his tonfa, while Sanji took a long drag off of his dwindling cigarette.

You decided to test out the move you hadn’t been able to land yet. Gripping your tonfa so that the length of it aligned under your forearm, and the shorter end jutted out past your fist. You punched it forward, hitting Zoro in the ribs, enjoying his grunt of pain a bit too much as he staggered.

“Sorry, babe, was training over?”

You waved at Sanji, watching him shake his head, looking to the sky before walking away.

While Zoro looked up at you with your death in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re just asking for it now, aren’t ya?”

After dinner you smiled as you kissed Robin and Sanji on the cheek before leaving them alone in the kitchen for their first date, shivering at the thought of them enjoying each other.

Zoro had waited for you in the hall, and held out his hand for you. He often seemed so awkward, so demanding, so forced with his affection, like he doesn’t know how it works.

Except for those sweet vulnerable moments he lets out sometimes.

Heart speeding through you, you let his hand envelope yours.

“Where are we…”

Zoro was leading you out on deck instead of to your quarters, and you weren’t up for fucking so out in the open tonight.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, and you smirked, remembering the last time he brought you there.

I guess this isn’t too out in the open.

With your back against the railing, you enjoyed the show of Zoro finding a good spot to lay his swords before plopping down across from you. He pulled out a flask, and you grinned.

“How did you sneak that out of the kitchen?”

“I could have taken- … Nami got it for me.”

“Ha, how much do you owe her for that?”

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned before taking a sip, and handing it to you.

The whiskey seemed to burn more coming out of the metal flask, and you swallowed it down. Zoro smirked at your eyes as you blinked against the almost tears from the sting of it.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, Needy.”

You tapped his leg with your foot, scowling at his smug face.

“So why the crow’s nest?”

Zoro’s eyes went wide as he took another swig.

“No reason…”

Frowning, you reached out to grab the flask out of his hands, watching his eyes darting away from yours.

“Zoro, what’s going on?”

He snagged it back from you before you had taken a drink.

What’s wrong with him?

He blew out a long breath, blowing the heat of the whiskey away before speaking. He still couldn’t quite meet your eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d wanna hear…”

Zoro rubbed his fingers through his short hair, almost leeched of green from the moonlight. You stared at him for a long moment before you put it together.

“You don’t want me to hear their date.”

It was hard to tell, but you could have sworn Zoro’s skin flushed.

“That’s really sweet, Zoro.”

Zoro kept his head tilted down as he looked at you, his brows furrowed.

What a cute, ridiculous man.

As you moved toward him, Zoro’s eyes stayed guarded. You crawled onto his lap, straddling him, before digging your own fingers into his hair.

“Thank you for caring about my feelings, Zoro.”

You said it sweetly, inches from his face, but you couldn’t keep a slight tease out of your voice.

“Shut up, Needy.”

His voice was low, serious, but his lips twitched up.

Tingles ran through you, and you melted against him, hugging your grumpy swordsman. The arm that wasn’t holding the flask wrapped around you, pulling you even closer.

This is nice.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that. Eventually, you slid off, curling against his side as you stole the flask from his hand.

Blowing out the burn, you kept your voice light as you asked your question.

“So, babe, how am I doing in training?”

He scoffed, but smirked down at you.

“You keep over-extending your-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on that. But what else?”

He paused, looking out to the stars before squeezing your shoulder.

“You’re doing good, Needy. But you’ve just gotten started. You won’t be ready for a fight anytime soon.”

Taking a deep breath, you knew he was telling the truth.

“Thank you for training me.”

“Anything to get you to shut up for a bit.”

Gasping in outrage, you pulled back from him as he chuckled. You started punching his chest and stomach, hearing a low grunt as you must have hit the ribs you’d hit in training earlier.

Then he was on top of you, pinning your wrists onto the wooden floor of the crow’s nest so fast, you’d hardly seen him move.

The length of his body was pinning yours too, and your heart was in your throat when you saw the dangerous look in his eyes.

“I knew you were asking for it.”

“Z-Zoro-”

His lips crashed into yours, and your back arched against the wood. He’d trapped you so easily, and your body was already begging for him to take what he wanted.

He pulled back just enough for you to see his evil smirk as he breathed his taunt against your skin.

“Anything to shut my needy girl up.”

Now you squirmed, your useless retorts muffled as his tongue invaded your mouth again. It didn’t take long for your outrage to turn to whines when he rutted against you, letting you feel the hard length of him against your thigh.

“You gonna be good, and stay quiet for me?”

Nodding, you were panting, already lost in him.

Zoro tore his shirt off, and you fought to keep quiet as he grabbed your arms. Wrapping his shirt around your wrists, he pulled tight, trapping you again. Zoro gave a satisfied hum as your body started reacting to his restraint, trying to grind against him.

He pushed your shirt up just enough to expose your bra, reaching his hands in to massage your breasts. He pinched one of your nipples, and you let out a moan. Pinching harder, he growled in your face.

“What did you just promise me, Needy?”

“I-I’ll stay quiet.”

“So you can listen, huh, baby? Who's in charge right now?”

“You’re in charge, Z-Zoro.”

“Good girl,” he teased along your ear before tearing you out of your pants.

You were gasping and twitching with need, trying so hard to be quiet. The way Zoro looked at you when he was like this made you feral, made you want to be whatever he needed.

He’d left your panties on as he knelt between your legs, looking down at the desperate state he’d already put you in.

“Let’s see if you’re needy enough for me yet.”

Zoro brought his strong hand to your center, palming it over your panties. He gave a sharp intake of breath at the wetness seeping through and around the flimsy fabric.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?”

Nodding, you fought to keep your eyes on him.

“I’ll give you what you need.”

Zoro wrapped his hand around your panties, knuckles rubbing along your clit as he twisted into the fabric. You had a second to try to argue, but you were too late as Zoro pulled his fist back, forcefully tearing the panties off your body.

You’d bitten your lip not to scream, and you shook at the sting the ripped fabric had left along your hips. He leaned over you, dangling the shredded panties in front of your face.

“Good job, Needy. Now keep staying quiet, or I’m gonna shove these down your throat.”

Whimpering softly, you felt tears stinging your eyes. A tiny part of you felt like you should be mad, but the rest of you was twitching, tingling for him. Letting him take you over felt so freeing, so intense, so fucking hot.

Your bound hands rested on your stomach while you watched Zoro move around you. He bundled your pants and his under your head and shoulders, and your mouth fell open at the sight of his long cock, standing straight and ready for you.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock.”

You whimpered, wanting to argue, but too far gone to try.

His teasing laugh made you shiver as he laid on his stomach, spreading your thighs almost too wide in front of his smug face.

“How about this, Needy? You can make noise, but only if you’re begging for me. How does that sound?”

Nodding eagerly, your breath was ragged.

Zoro dove into you, growling against your aching pussy while you bucked, and bit your tongue. You tried to find a part of you to reach with your bound hands so you could scratch nails into your skin to keep you grounded, but you were shaking too much.

Zoro shoved his tongue into you, making you writhe, before licking long stripes along your folds. When he reached your clit, he didn’t give you a moment to breathe before attacking, circling, and sucking it into his mouth, laughing as he did. Pathetic whines were escaping your throat, and hot tears fell from your eyes as Zoro shoved two fingers into you.

He pulled back while those fingers did their work, adding a thumb to your clit while he watched you fall apart.

“Do you want me to leave you bruised and limping tonight, Needy?”

He laughed as your pussy clenched around his fingers.

You were fighting to keep your eyes on Zoro as he built that warmth and pressure within you.

“Are you gonna beg me to leave you bruised and limping?”

Zoro’s fingers and thumb froze, and you let out a choked sob at how close you were, right on that edge. You whined, trying to grind against his hand.

“What did I say about noise,” he said, voice harsh as he started to pull his fingers away.

“Z-Zoro, please. I’m begging you.”

“Begging me for what, Needy?”

“P-Please, leave me… bruised and li-limping, Zoro.”

“Mm, I love when you ask for it, baby.”

Zoro’s fingers resumed their attack, pulling you so close. He gave you an evil smile before kissing and licking high on your inner thigh, close to where his hands were working, making you shiver.

That pressure was building, and just as it was crashing through you, Zoro bit down on your thigh, clenching your skin between his dangerous teeth while your tortured cunt clenched his fingers so tight.

Lifting your wrists to your face, you bit into his shirt, muffling your screams into the restraint.

You bucked against him while the pleasure and pain tore through you, but all that did was make his teeth tug at you, clamped onto you like a dog with a bone.

“Please, Zoro, it’s too-”

He released you, rubbing his hands across your legs and arms. Shivering, you were completely limp, still twitching from the intense orgasm.

You opened your eyes to find him leaning over your face.

“You okay, Needy?”

“I think so,” you choked with a hoarse laugh.

He sat back on his heels, keeping a hand gently touching your leg.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“N-No, Zoro, I’m okay. That was just a lot.”

Frowning, he reached for your wrists, starting to tug at his shirt. You pulled your hands away, still weak.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you get dressed.”

You tried to sit up, but failed with your wrists bound. Sighing, you looked at your surly swordsman.

“Zoro, I’m okay, and I don’t want to stop. We can talk about ways for me to tell you it’s too much later.”

He kept his frown, and you didn’t want that look on his face right now.

“Zoro, I told you I’m okay. And now I’m begging you to fuck me. Please.”

His eyes widened, pupils dilating. But he stayed rigid.

“Wasn’t I so good for you, baby? Please let me feel your cock inside me, Zoro. I need-”

You melted into his rough kiss, arching your back as his hands roamed your body.

You whined as he pulled away, but your breath hitched as you watched him roll a condom down his swollen shaft.

“Please…”

“I love it when you beg for me.”

Your eyes rolled back as Zoro got closer. You expected him to just take you, but he knelt between your legs looking down at the bite he’d given you.

“Needy, tell me which way hurts less, alright?”

“Mmhm.”

Fighting your grin at how cute he was, you couldn’t tell which position he moved your legs into had irritated the already tender flesh more.

He ended up straddling your other leg, while holding the bitten leg up toward you, gripping behind the knee. You could still feel the sting, but you were alright with it, and didn’t want him to stop again. He got me good.

Zoro leaned down to kiss you, and you hummed in surprise at his soft touches. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck before guiding himself to your entrance.

The velvet feel of his cock pushing into you so slowly had you writhing, already moaning his name. He kept one hand pressing your leg toward you, and used his free hand to grab the shirt around your wrists, trapping them above your head.

His thrusts were slow at first, but deep. He was tilting his hips up at the end to hit so far, kissing that delicious bundle of nerves inside you. Your hips twitched on their own, dancing to meet him.

You fought not to look away as he kept his gaze on you.

“Zoro…”

“Yeah, Needy,” he breathed, slowly picking up his pace.

“I need you.”

His eyes closed for a moment, brows tensing just slightly, and you started to moan as his thrusts increased.

We’ve already been saying it, haven’t we?

Writhing under his hold as he started to slam into you, you had to bite your lip not to scream his name, feeling fresh tears form at the thought of what his words meant.

“I need you too, baby.”

You barely heard it as he gave you all of him, sending you screaming. He let your hands go to cover your mouth, eyes still trained on your face.

You shattered around him, milking his cock as waves of heat poured through you. Tears kept streaming from you while he fucked you through your climax. He chased his own while you rode the waves.

The feel of Zoro’s cock twitching and coming inside you made you sob against his hand.

Zoro moaned your name so softly, and it made you clench around his still pulsing cock, making him gasp.

You were weak, barely moving as he pulled away from you to clean up.

A blanket fell over you, tickling your naked skin, bringing a gasp to your lips.

“Where did you get this? You weren’t carrying it when we came up here?”

“I brought it up before dinner.”

You didn’t know why you found that so sweet, but you felt a cheesy smile on your face as he joined you under the blanket. Sharing the pile of clothes for a pillow, you ran your fingers along his distracting chest as you watched the stars.

The quiet left you with roiling thoughts. Zoro had one arm around you, and brought his free hand to grasp yours as it trailed on his chest. You jumped when his hand met yours, the gentle touch sending shocks through you.

“You okay, Needy?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you breathed, your heart in your throat.

Zoro brought your fingers to his lips in a soft kiss before resting his hand on yours again.

Do I love him? Should I tell him? What if it freaks him out? How long have I known? Does he love me? Would he ever tell me?

Instead of a lovely afterglow under the stars, your body was wound tight with the chaos of your realization, and what to do about it, if anything.

How did I not realize it before? I’ve been feeling this for a while.

But he keeps blowing up. Maybe I don’t feel safe enough to tell him?

But it was still true.

“Needy?”

“Yeah, uh huh?”

“Will you hand me the flask?”

The laugh that left your lips seemed to loosen all that tightness. You pulled yourself up to grab the flask, sitting next to Zoro as he sat up against the railing.

He shifted his body so he could look at you while he took a swig, then handed it to you.

With all the thoughts in your head making your breath catch, you were grateful for a little liquid courage.

I can’t tell him yet though, can I? What if he wants to say it first? What if he doesn’t feel it?

You took a second swig while he tilted his head at you.

“You sure you’re okay, Needy?”

“Yup, I’m good!”

Fighting not to cringe at the squeak in your voice, you handed the flask back.

Settling your shoulder along the railing, you pulled the blanket higher, and looked at your boyfriend. Your strong, gorgeous, and often emotionally inept boyfriend that makes you feel so intensely. Big highs, big lows, and such overwhelming freedom when he controlled your body.

His lip twitched when he saw you shiver at the thought.

“Are you cold, or are you already needy for my cock again?”

You stuck your tongue out at his tease, and your breath caught at the grin that broke across his face. He laughed, deep and free, and his dark eyes sparkled as he watched you.

“Zoro, I…”

“What’s up, Needy?”

You couldn’t get it out, not yet. It was so close. You grabbed another swig, noticing the flask was getting lighter.

Zoro leaned over, taking it out of your hands and setting it aside. His eyes poured over you, and he lifted a hand to your face. You felt dizzy. How much did I drink?

“Come here.”

He pulled you to him, wrapping his warm arms around you while he leaned back, looking out at the stars again.

“Why do you wanna learn how to fight?”

“I, uh…”

You gripped your fingers against his side, pulling yourself into his warmth while you tried to think of anything besides those words. The burn of alcohol had loosened you up, and at least these were words you didn’t have to fight to hold back.

“I want to help protect our crew. I want to be able to protect myself so that none of you get hurt protecting me. I want to be strong, so I can stay on this ship, and follow my dream. I don’t think I can make it on the Grand Line if I don’t know how to fight, Zoro. And I want to stay here, with all of you.”

“You didn’t have to give me a whole speech.”

“Fuck you, Zoro.”

You tickled him, apologizing after poking his sore ribs again.

“I want you to stay here too, Needy.”

I’m going to die waiting like this.

“Why do you want me to stay?”

“Why do ya think?”

I’m going to go insane.

To keep from squealing, you opened your mouth and did something you’d been aching to do. You bit down on his beautiful chest, taking the thick muscle into your mouth, and you knew the sound he made would be a treasured memory for the rest of your life.

“Gah, what the fuck, Needy?”

He’d jolted away from you as he yelped, and his wide eyes took in your flushed skin and your smirk. You shrugged, not sure if you could say any more tonight without exploding.

“Alright, lightweight. No more booze for you.”

Giggling, you settled back down against him. He gave you a glare before you laid on his chest, but soon you felt his light snores rumble against you.

How can he fall asleep so fast?

Soon your thoughts returned, running in more circles, until you let yourself settle on something.

I’ll just wait a little longer. If I just figured it out, it might take him a while. And I don’t want to push him too fast.

That decision didn’t feel satisfying, but it brought some calm. You thought of all you’d been through together, as crewmates, and lovers. The way he’d been looking at you lately, the way he said he wants you so bad it hurts, that he wants you all the time, that he needs you. That he wants you to need him too.

You felt your lips quiver as you tightened your grip on him, breathing in his scent.

But your eyes pricked as you thought of how hard things could be. How you were so hyper aware of what might set him off. That you’d asked Sanji to hold his feelings in to keep Zoro from reacting badly.

You’d told yourself so many times that you wouldn’t live like that, worried about his every reaction. You knew he’d need to share his feelings, communicate his needs.

But it’s better, it’s been better.

It’s been less than a week.

You knew he was trying, but you remembered his comment about Robin yesterday.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you wished you could just pass out anywhere like he could.

You didn’t want to live in fear of his reactions. But you wanted to be with him while he figures this out. While he tries.

And all the good, and all the bad didn’t change the fact that it was still true.

I love him.

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: Fret not! I will be posting Sanji and Robin's date as a one shot soon! How are we feeling about our grumpy green haired guy?

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kathaynesart · 1 year

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This is probably dumb to ask, but what’re your thoughts on JJ Conway confirming that an official Rise of TMNT revival is unlikely?

I have not seen any mention of this in JJ Conway’s feed so I would need to be directed to what confirmation you’re referring to exactly.

Regardless, even if that is the case, it honestly would not have as much of an impact on me as it might have on some fans. Sure I would be sad that the show was not continuing, but honestly it was not the show that got me so deep into this fandom in the first place. Yes it was a really fun series with some amazing animation, a great cast, and fun concepts, but if that was all it took then there would be a lot of other great shows I would also be waist deep in.

Ironically the things that brought my love for this fandom to an all time high was actually the fandom itself, the passion of its original creators, and the raw potential that comes with being a story cut far too soon. I know all of those may sound odd but hear me out. There’s a strange allure that comes with the unknown and I think the movie did a wonderful job in setting the fandom on that course by leaving us with so many questions. When a story is left hanging with that sort of potential it feeds into a creator’s need to tap into those untouched elements and find ways of fulfilling the things they never got.

For example, if we saw Donatello in the post apocalyptic future and knew exactly what he looked like and what type of person he had become do you think there would be so many crazy and amazing interpretations of him within the fan base? Probably not. The more information we’re given the more answers there are to close the doors to that sort of creativity.

As sad as I am that we may not get more, at the same time this lack of content has led to a fun kind of mystery that I think a lot of people have latched onto. What’s more there are just so many amazing and creative people within this fandom I have met who continue to inspire me in this wonderful loop of creative feedback. That's something I haven't found in a long time. Rise did a wonderful job of being unique and by being unique it drew the interest of equally unique and inspiring fans that I have a ton of respect for. In doing so this fandom has sort of taken on a life of its own but in a way that feels supportive and full of curiosity since we have so much to work with but so few of the creative boundaries that come with having a “proper ending.”

I dunno, maybe I’m just overthinking the whole thing, but it's something I've been mulling over since very few pieces of media have grabbed my attention in such a way.

TLDR: even if we never get more episodes, that's not why I'm a part of this fandom and if anything it only inspires me to continue to create more content since there is an obvious demand for it. My only hope is that people will continue to enjoy the content I and other creatives put out, with or without the promise of further episodes.

#regardless will always hashtag:#save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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C. Caufield - She’s Taller

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Cole Caufield x Reader

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Word Count: 4.7k

Warning(s): little bit of body insecurity, making out, undetailed mention of grinding, implied sex.

It was proofread, like.. once. And then I proofread in random spots after.. so.. yeah.

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“How long are you gonna stare this girl down? It’s starting to become creepy.” Trevor startled Cole out of his trance, the blonde jolting and stepping away from the window.

“She’s so pretty.”

“I’m sure she thinks that about the creep in the window too.” Quinn quipped from the couch, the occasional soft click of controller buttons balancing the conversation and the background noise.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her anyway?” Jack sat on the arm of the couch, a freshly opened beer in his hand.

“Cause she’s huge!” A choir of “woahs” and gasps broke out. A misunderstanding leading to the immediate shock of every man in the room.

“Cole! Buddy, you can’t go weight shaming people.” Trevor scolded with a shake of his head.

“No! No it’s not- god no.. it’s her height.” Heads turned in his direction. Cole felt his cheeks flush. He’d liked tall girls before, but he never went after them. It was never about his masculinity either.. it was more so the fact that he never wanted to go through the trouble of getting his hopes up. Tall girls didn’t like short guys.

“She’s taller than you.” Quinn’s lips tugged into a cheeky smirk.

“Yeah. Girls don’t like guys shorter than them.” Cole stated, ‘matter of factly.’

“She might like you.” Trevor coaxed. “Go say hi. Just- puff your chest out a little and.. I don’t know, try a pair of heels?” A few quiet snickers drowned out the silence. Cole sighed and pursed his lips.

“She’s probably got a boyfriend anyway.” The second he started talking himself out of it, the video game controllers were tossed down. The boys could tease and torment their short friend all they wanted, but they never let Cole beat up on himself.

“You stare at her every day. She’s gonna think you’re a creep if you don’t just talk to her. If you don’t ask her out at least wave so she doesn’t get uncomfortable.” Quinn folded his arms across his chest, eyeing the blonde by the window. Jack climbed off the arm of the couch and made his way over to Cole, grabbing ahold of his friend’s arm.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Jack tried, guiding Cole toward the door.

“She laughs at me.”

“Who would do that?” Luke asked absentmindedly, his tone flat, but everybody knew he was being sarcastic. Cole glanced back at Luke, half offended, half concerned.

“Not helping, Luke.” Jack called to his younger brother before he pulled the door open. He stepped out onto the front porch with Cole. The blonde barely registered what was happening until Jack led him to the patio steps.

“Look. She’s sun tanning in the grass. Not a single soul in sight, and we haven’t seen a dude go in or out of that house all week.” Trevor stood in the doorway while Jack spoke.

“She’s your bird man. Go do a little mating dance and squak at her.”

“That is the most unmotivating thing you could have said.” Cole ran his hands through his hair and drew in a slow breath.

“You got this.” Jack encouraged. “She might not even stand up.”

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Cole became suffocatingly aware of his height the second he stepped off the last step of the deck. He had never been so anxious to speak to a woman before. Girls shorter than him had never been a problem. Girls taller? He hadn’t explored that world. It was safer not to.

The second he got across the street, Cole started to brainstorm his opening line. Something smooth. Something creative.

-pov switch-

Sunglasses were my closest friend. When my girl-friends informed me we were getting a lake house for the summer, I thought they were crazy. I much preferred real beaches over lake beaches. When we arrived though, I decided to be optimistic. The first few days were primarily spent taking time to move in and get familiar with the surroundings. Halfway through the week I’d been on the front deck when a group of boys arrived at the house across the street. They were all fairly handsome, but there was a particular blonde I enjoyed eyeing when he was outside. My friends called it weird, but none of those boys had been any wiser. They couldn’t see my wandering eyes beneath my sunglasses.

I had gone out to tan for the first time that week, as opposed to most mornings when I’d merely lounge on the porch with a glass of coffee or an energy drink. I enjoyed the peace of laying in the sun, expecting to have a calm day. Until a voice ripped through the air above me.

“Hey!” He startled the shit out of me. I sat up immediately, head lifting to spot the man who startled me. The cute blonde.

“What?” It came out harsh, but in my defense, he scared me. I couldn’t tell if the sharpness in my tone made him pale, or if his complexion was simply like that.

“I uhm.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just-“ he had nothing. “You’re really pretty.”

Pretty was new. It wasn’t sexy, hot, smokin. It was pretty. Not lustful or laced with ulterior motive. I slowly sat up, a smile settling into my features. I allowed my eyes to rake over his appearance. Gym shorts and a white shirt with what appeared to be a sports logo on it. Nothing special. Until I took a look at those blue eyes, and that shaggy blonde hair. And the fact that he was polite enough to deliver a genuine compliment. I decided it fair to give him the time of day. I’d only been eyeing him up every time he came out of that house.

“What’s your name, Casanova?” I asked, resting my sunglasses on top of my head.

“Cole. You?” I introduced myself after him, the smile on his lips putting his beautiful white teeth on display. I finally stood up to properly speak to him. We were eye level for a moment, then we weren’t. He cringed. My brow furrowed.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, but I could almost assume by the way his confidence crumbled, that it was the height difference that bothered him. It made me smile. I’d been taller than guys before. Not one had ever apologized. They usually resorted to insulting or acting like they lost interest.

“You’re handsome.” I complimented gently. His face lit up, and I wished I could have documented that reaction for a lifetime. My gaze only shifted when I saw movement from behind him. The faces peeking out of the windows in the house across the street. “Got friends betting on this?” I asked, somewhat amused. When Cole looked back, I heard him groan.

“No. They just- they’re stupid. I’m sorry about them too.”

“Quit apologizing.” His gaze returned to me swiftly, and I offered an encouraging smile. “We can talk inside for a bit if you’d like? It’s a lot more private than the front yard.”

“Are you sure?” Despite his excitement, I could see the hesitance. “I’d hate to intrude.”

“Nobody‘s home, Cole. Come on. I need water anyway. It’s hot out here.”

Cole spared a glance back at his friends before he followed me inside. I pushed the door shut and led him into the kitchen, pulling my hair down from the bun it had previously been in.

“Where are you from?” I asked opening the fridge to grab two bottles of water.

“I came here from Montreal.”

My brow rose in surprise, I tossed one of the bottles in his direction. He seemed to have no issue catching it.

“What kind of job do you have?”

“I play hockey.” I cracked open the seal of my water and twisted the cap off.

“For the Canadiens?” It was his turn to be surprised.

“You a sports fan?”

“Now I am.” It was shameless flirting, but I enjoyed watching his cheeks flush. Cole’s lips turned upward in another smile, a quiet giggle escaping.

“You’re pretty good at this.” He commented, taking a sip of his own water.

“Is it working?” I leaned forward against the counter, setting my water down.

“Depends on what your goal is.” A little hard to get never hurt. It brought a smile to my lips.

“To go on a date with this famous Cole from Montreal.” His eyes lit up.

“Tonight?”

“Oh bummer..” I put on theatrical disappointment, watching his face fall. “I’m busy tonight.” And I truly was. I already had plans with my girls.

“That sucks.” He sounded nervous, like he couldn’t tell if he was being turned down or not.

“Ask me again tomorrow.” I eased his worries, standing upright.

“I’ll get a yes?” Cole asked.

“Probably.” I shrugged, watching him chuckle. “Most likely.” I changed my answer. “You’re pretty sweet. I don’t think I could turn down this opportunity.”

“Perfect.”

We exchanged phone numbers, but we didn’t speak until the next day came. I wasn’t sure what Cole had in mind for a date, but I was certain I gave him enough time to think something up. And I had done some planning as well, in the off chance he didn’t come up with anything. By the time lunch rolled around, I had received a text asking if he could come over. I told him to give me thirty minutes. I at least needed a little time to get ready. And despite my thirty minute warning, he was still knocking on the door in twenty five. I heard the door open, and I bit my lip at the sound of Carole’s voice. I couldn’t guarantee she’d be filtered around him. But she wouldn’t scare him off.

Despite my confidence in her, I still rushed to finish the last of my makeup and slip my shoes on. I grabbed my purse and bounced down the steps, almost tumbling down the last few when I realized Cole had put in quite the effort to look nice. His hair fixed up, a nice pair of -what I assumed were- golf shorts, and a blue polo. He looked better than he had the day before, and I noticed a faint tan line around his temples. From sunglasses I had to assume.

“You didn’t tell me Mr. Eye candy was coming over.” Carole’s words earned a sharp glare from me.

“Eye candy?” Cole laughed quietly.

“She has a hangover from last night. Forgive her.” I crossed the entryway to stand by Cole in the door.

“I do not! I didn’t even drink.” Carole smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What’s eye candy mean?” Cole pressed on.

“Nothing, Cole.” I shook my head. Carole waved a hand dismissively.

“Cole‘s a nice name.” She complimented. “Better than ‘the sexy blonde from across the street.’” Her addition was unnecessary, but inevitable.

“Well.. technically Trevor’s kinda blonde too.” Cole glanced at me. I flushed red.

“We should really go.” I gave him a light push, guiding him backwards out of the house.

“Do you guys really call me that stuff?” Cole asked more questions than a child.

“They don’t.” I clarified, pulling the door shut behind myself. I watched his cheeks flush again.

“Have you been watching me?” Cole didn’t feel near as creepy now. I glared at him.

“Quit asking questions.” I gave him a playful shove, hearing his amused laughter. “Just tell me where we’re going.”

“Well… they have this really nice cafe nearby. And I know it’s lunch, but they have the best breakfast foods.”

“Good thing I didn’t eat this morning.” I commented.

“I think you’ll really like it. Then after, we could go mini golfing? Or we could go out on the lake?”

“Yes to mini golfing.. and yes to the lake. If you think we have time for all that.” I smiled at him.

“Of course! And I can drive.”

“Such a gentleman.” I carefully brushed my hand against his own, and Cole picked up on the opportunity, intertwining our fingers as he led me down the porch steps toward what I assumed was his car in the lot opposite of mine. We were both a bit nervous, but I figured I read Cole better than he could read me. He seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. It was refreshing compared to others I had tried being with. We didn’t know each other well, or really at all, but I was looking for something fun. I was in no mindset to take things slow or be patient. And when he squeezed my hand, I was met with the assumption that he didn’t mind that either.

The brunch went well, sitting across from one another discussing our lives. We got to know each other far better than as the ‘cute people across the street.’ After Cole asked what Carole meant when she was saying everything she had before we left, I had admitted to keeping an eye on him when he arrived. I was relieved when Cole giggled and informed me he had enjoyed seeing me a few times too. Turns out, we were both a little creepy. And he certainly hadn’t been wrong about the food. We got a few different things to share and try. Cole eventually moved his chair to sit beside me while we reached across and over one another eating the various foods from various dishes. It was clear I was not a salad girl when it came to eating with a guy.

We got milkshakes before we left, and finished them off in the parking lot of the closest mini golf place. I learned on hole one, that I was incredibly out-skilled, but with that came the assistance of Cole. We both got caught up in touching each other when he occasionally stopped what he was doing to help fix my stance, or to move my hands on my putter. He was merely offering help, but at some point we began sharing knowing glances and little smiles. It stopped being about help, and started being about the feeling of his skin on mine. His gentle touches and sweet embrace.

I blamed him for my loss. He was too distracting, and I made sure he knew it the whole way home. The sun was just beginning to set as he pulled into the driveway of the place he stayed in, asking if I wanted to change into something more appropriate for boating. I pressed a well deserved kiss to his cheek before we parted to change.

When I stepped into the house, I snuck up the steps and through the hall to my room. Smiling like an idiot while I changed into a swimsuit and pulled a pair of shorts on, as well as a short sleeved button up. I grabbed a hair tie as well, and slipped on a pair of sandals. When I stepped back outside, I wandered across the street, soon met with Cole opening the front door and stepping out of the house.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Alright.” Cole held his hand out, and I slipped mine into his own. “We have a private dock out back.”

“Oh?” Cole led me around the house, the back had a beautiful deck and yard, a few wooden lounge chairs scattered about, a football laying on a picnic table, various pairs of swim shorts all hung over a rail to dry. But the view of the lake was beautiful, with the setting sun barely touching the horizon. Still, the deep orange glow reflected off the water to mirror the image. It looked like something out of a storybook.

“Yeah.. it’s not that cool though.” Cole playfully shrugged off the statement with a laugh. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Are the others gonna mind us using the boat?”

“Nah. They don’t mind.”

“Do they know?” I reworded my question, earning a side eye from him.

“They’re out. I didn’t figure I needed to tell them.” Cole shrugged, guiding me through the yard and onto the wooden dock. Two jet skis resided on one side while I nice sized boat was tied up on the other.

“You know how to drive this thing, yeah?” I asked as Cole let go of my hand and went to untie the rope.

“Absolutely. We all do. We’re here every summer.”

“When did that tradition start?” I asked curiously as he worked.

“Uh.. maybe a year after I was drafted.” Cole tossed the rope onto the dock and waved a hand for me to join his side. I quickly did, and he helped me up onto the boat before following behind.

“What made you boys decide to start doing this?” I watched him get situated behind the wheel, eyeing the various places to sit before I plopped down in the seat closest to Cole. He worked his magic getting the engine started, and I was blessed with the sight of his muscles peeking out beneath an old t-shirt.

“I don’t really know. We’re all just really close, and we wanted to stay that way.”

“Well that’s nice.” I pulled my legs up onto the bench seat, resting my back against the cushion behind myself as Cole got us moving. The roar of the engine wasn’t unbearable, but compared to the quiet atmosphere just moments before, it was something I had to adjust to. I watched him slip his phone from his pocket, and a surprised smile immediately formed on my lips when I heard the music begin to play over a few speakers.

“Who woulda thought.” I teased, watching his head whip in my direction.

“What?”

“Cole from Montreal.. a sucker for sappy romance.” I watched his cheeks flush again, perhaps my favorite sight.

“Oh come on,” he whined, “it’s just to fill the silence.” I let his response sit for a moment before I shifted in my seat.

“Ya know.. I can’t hold your hand over here.” Technically I could have, but reaching across the boat and leaning forward to hold it would have been uncomfortable.

“You can come sit here.” I raised a brow, watching Cole move one of his legs toward me. I slowly got up and made my way over, resting my hand on his shoulder as Cole shifted in his seat.

“You sure?” I asked, locking eyes with him.

“Go for it.” His sweet smile brought butterflies to my stomach. I slowly sat down in his lap, angling my body sideways to be able to speak to him and watch the scenery. I felt his arm wrap around my back, enough encouragement for me to lean into him, and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck you, Cole.” I mumbled with a chuckle.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wasn’t looking for some guy to spend my summer with.” I explained, resting one of my hands on his hip, playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Now I can’t think of spending my summer with anybody but you.” I heard him laugh quietly.

“I’d be happy to make time for you this summer.”

“You’d better.” I teased, pressing a quick kiss to his collar. I felt his body tense. The perks of sitting on a man’s lap. So I did it again, tilting my head slightly to kiss his neck.

“Hey.. hey-“ Cole shifted. “Can you at least wait till we stop?” I giggled. “I’m not saying no- it’s just.. I’d rather not do something stupid.” I pressed another kiss to his neck, higher up, nipping at his skin and feeling him jump. “Fuck.”

It was the first time I’d heard him curse, and it was intoxicating. It wasn’t long before I heard the engine shut off, laughing softly to myself. We were far enough out on the lake anyway, I was satisfied with the view.

“Alright.” Cole moved the arm around my back, gripping my hip as I sat up. I carefully twisted around and tossed one of my legs over his own, straddling him and leaning back against the steering wheel. I smirked, eyeing his flushed features as he tried to tug my hips forward. A nervous smile pulled at the corners of his lips, and he started to giggle until he couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just how sweet you are.” I shrugged, finally leaning forward and resting my arms over his shoulders.

“Kiss me?” Cole leaned in.

“I’ll think about it.” I kissed his cheek before returning to his neck, laughing to myself at the groan that left his lips. Annoyed, but pleased all the same.

“C’mon,” Cole whined, one of his hands slipping beneath my shirt. I lifted my head to look at him, snickering at his furrowed brow and pouty lip.

“Really?” I teased.

“Yeah, really. I want you to kiss me, for real.”

“Are the neck kisses not good enough for you?” I feigned offense, leaning back only for him to pull me forward again.

“Trust me, they’re amazing, but I’d love to feel your lips on mine.” I could have swooned. “Please.” I gave in.

I rested a hand on his cheek, smiling at Cole before I leaned in to press my lips to his own. There was no feeling like it. No feeling like kissing the guy from across the street, who you’d known for barely a day. No feeling like understanding you’re about to have the fling of the summer. No feeling like-

A gasp broke us apart when Cole shifted his hips. My gasp. A sigh immediately followed, our eyes meeting for a moment.

“Sorry.” He apologized swiftly, but I shook my head.

“Don’t be. I just didn’t expect- that.” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

“Can we do this somewhere that isn’t this uncomfortable seat?” I chuckled and quickly stood up, reaching a hand out for Cole. He grabbed it and hoisted himself up as well.

“There’s a shit ton of seats to choose from.” I glanced around the boat.

“Let’s do the front.” I couldn’t really understand why, until I looked back toward the front and caught sight of the orange glow that stretched across it. Illuminated by the sunset.

“You’re so cheesy.” I let him pull me toward the front seats.

“I’m romantic.” Cole corrected as he twisted us around. I felt the backs of my legs come into contact with the bench. I watched his eyes travel the expanse of my body, then return to my face. An awkward smile formed on his lips. “It’s easier to kiss you when you’re sitting down.” I couldn’t help the fit of laughter that fell from my lips.

“What?” I teased, “can’t stand on your tippie toes?”

“I can!” Cole chuckled, giving me a gentle push. “It’s just-“

I cut him off, dipping my head to level with his own before kissing him once again. I rested my free hand on the back of his neck, keeping our lips connected as I lowered myself down to the bench seat. We only broke apart when I hoisted one of my legs up, the other on the floor to make space for Cole. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but comfort was forgotten when he lowered himself on top of me, elbows resting carefully on either side of my head. Our lips met once again, and my hands quickly found the hem of Cole’s shirt. We parted as I started to hike the fabric up his chest, panting for air.

“So soon?” Cole teased, helping me pull it off of him.

“I know what I want.” I replied quickly, wrapping the shirt around the back of his neck and pulling his lips back to mine. I discarded the shirt and shuddered as Cole lowered his body closer to my own, a chill meeting my collar. Only when we broke apart did I look down to see the silver chain he wore, pooled against my chest.

“This is nice.” I hooked the chain on my finger.

“Thanks.” I locked eyes with Cole once again, his chest dangerously close to my own. “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Absolutely.” I replied quickly, aiding him in the process of removing my own shirt- with what little space we had. Cole balled up the fabric and reached behind my head to carefully lift it up. At first I was confused, until he stuffed the shirt behind my head like a makeshift pillow. I couldn’t have fallen for a man any more than I did then. So considerate. Even at a time when most become selfish.

“Fuck, Cole.” I felt breathless. So enamored with him. We only just met.

“Yeah?”

“You’re just so…” I couldn’t find the word. “I can’t wait to spend my summer with you.” I raised my hands to his cheeks, using one to reach up to push his shaggy blonde hair back.

“God you’re perfect.” Cole dipped his head below my jaw, pressing quick kisses to the skin on my neck before venturing lower to find one of the straps to my bikini. I lifted my hips into his own, hearing him gasp and trying to hold back one of my own. “Do that again.” It wasn’t a demand. His tone was somewhere between asking and pleading. I did it again nonetheless, and we quickly built a rhythm. Cole’s lips returned to my own, our kisses more rushed and sloppy than before. Eventually his hands ventured below my stomach, and at that point things flew by in a blur.

Did I question the legality of sex on a boat in the middle of a lake? Absolutely.

Did I stop Cole? Absolutely not.

I doubted anybody could really see us, and if they could, there wasn’t much to be seen. That, and the sun had already been setting. There wasn’t a lot of light to be shed on our activities after a good ten minutes.

By the time we settled down and caught our breath to relax, exhaustion caught up quickly. Cole hadn’t moved an inch other than grabbing his shirt to drape over his ass. I couldn’t help but laugh at him, laid out on top of me, trying to maintain modesty after the acts committed on a boat that wasn’t ours.

“We have to go back.” Cole mumbled against my skin, head tucked into my shoulder.

“Fuck that.” I mumbled. “Let’s just stay here.”

“Your back will feel like shit in the morning.” Cole’s muffled voice reasoned.

“My body’s gonna be sore no matter what.” I heard him giggle.

“That’s why they call me the cock.” I couldn’t hold in the laughter that followed Cole’s words. He lifted his head to look at me, smiling so wide I couldn’t help but question his statement.

“Who calls you that?”

“My team!”

“No fucking way.” I moved one of my hands from his back to grip his shoulder. “You’re serious?” I asked between incredulous giggles.

“Yup.” Cole looked so prideful that I couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“That’s hilarious.” I commented removing my hand from his shoulder to drag through his hair. “The cock.” I muttered, testing the nickname out before I laughed again. “Makes sense I guess.” He rested his head on my shoulder again, tucking his arm into my side while his other hand played aimlessly with my hair. I heard him yawn, smiling to myself at the sound.

“Tired?” I asked softly.

“A little.” He paused. “You need me to move?” I sighed and shook my head.

“Nah. You’re good right there.” I closed my eyes, allowing myself a moment to truly relax before I heard him speak again.

“Never would have thought.. the tall girl across the street would give me the time of day.” His words were both mumbled and muffled. I smiled slightly, twisting a lock of his blonde hair around my finger.

“Glad I did.” I whispered in response.

“Me too.”

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