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Here We Go Again...

Hate Sex Part 2

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  Summary: It had nearly over a year since you and Auston hooked and you vowed never to do it again. Afterall, it was the worst decision you’d ever made, but for some reason you were drawn back in; especially during All-Star weekend...

  Warning: smut, gotta have some angst in there and I guess some fluff?

  Author’s Note: Hate Sex was only supposed to be a one-shot kinda thing but I got a request from @w0lvesxpaws​ to do a part 2 and I love me some requests, so here we are. It’s a lot longer than part one, with quite a bit more exposition but hopefully that’s not a drag. It is a lot more… fluffy than part one which I wasn’t expecting but that’s just what happened I guess? I hate that I haven’t had a chance to write lately and this week was the first week that I had to myself so when I got a request (even if it was Matthews) I just had to take it 😂. I hope this gives everyone a little boost of.. something lol! Enjoy, my loves <3!

  P.S. I have no idea what time the 21 in ‘22 competition was at but from the video I watched, it looks like it was sometime in the early evening or like really early morning? So I changed some details to make it fit a bit more for what I was going for. 

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  After Freddie went to Carolina, there was a weird tension around Mo and Auston for some reason. You hadn’t really had a chance to get to know Freddie, him being besties with Matthews and all, but you knew that Morgan and him got along really well so you weren’t really sure what the issue was between them now. It all came to a head though when you went out with Mo and Tessa for lunch

  “The whole Bieber thing is really getting on my nerves,” Mo sneered out of nowhere, “like we get it...”

  “What?” you scoffed

  “He’s been seeing all these posts again with Auston and Justin Bieber. A lot from before Fred got traded and it’s been messing with his head” Tessa explained

  “Why...?” you asked, confused

  “Because!” Mo exclaimed loudly, embarrassing himself in front of the restaurant patio and the passersby, “because,” he repeated, clearing his throat, “he’s a completely different person now than he was when Freddie was here and it’s only amplified when Bieber is around.” You tried to keep your feelings to yourself but you couldn’t help but be glad that Morgan was finally starting to see what you’d seen all along. A knowing smirk started on your lips and you thought you hid it well but Tessa noticed it

  “We know this is how you’ve always felt about him” she scoffed

  “Well...” you scoffed right back, “look, I’ve been dealing with guys like Auston my whole life. The ones who think they’re the best because they’re really good at something that someone else isn’t. The ones with a god complex because no one has told them no in their entire lives. The ones who treat people like stepping stones or who use other people as stepping stones...”

  “What are you talking about? I thought you and Auston dealt with all this shit” Morgan sighed

  “No,” you finally admitted, “I lied. It was the only way I could get the two of you to stop trying to make us like each other, because it was never gonna happen. He is who he is and it’s not someone that I like. You know I don’t hide my emotions...”

  “You really don’t know him though, so you can’t make these assumptions about him” he countered and you scrunched your eyebrows together

  “Wait..” you waved your hands in front of your face as you straightened your posture, “now you’re defending him? A second ago, you were saying how much you hated him an--”

  “No, I said I didn’t like the person he’s acting like,” Mo interrupted, “I didn’t say I hated him”

  “So why have the two of you been acting so weird around each other then?” you asked, leaning back in your chair again

  “We haven’t” he said hesitantly

  “She’s not wrong, babe” Tessa added

  “See?!”

  “No I don’t see...” he mocked you slightly

  “There’s been tension, Mo,” Tessa continued, “I can never quite tell what it’s about but it’s there. I always just assumed it’s because you and him weren’t hanging out as much because of Freddie. Or me...”

  “But now we find out it’s because of Bieber and Matthews’ attitude”

  “We’re just trying to find a rhythm again,” he tried, “it’s a little awkward. That’s what you’re feeling; not tension, not hatred, just... awkward.” You could tell that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Mo wasn’t going to admit anything to validate how you were feeling and Tessa wasn’t going to push it any further than she had, so the subject was dropped and another was introduced. One you thought you’d never have to deal with again

  “So, wait,” Tessa started, “if you lied to us, and you and Auston never dealt with your... issues, what happened that night? After we left?”

  “Yeah you told us he was there for like an hour, talking everything out and you worked everything out. That the drama was over with...” Mo said

  “I lied when I said that the drama was over with but not that we’d worked everything out” you corrected

  “What does that mean?” Tessa asked, “how did you work everything out if the drama isn’t over with?” Suddenly, your mind was flooded with flashbacks of that night, the feeling of Auston’s tongue on your neck, his finger inside of you and your chests heaving against each other in sheer pleasure. You cleared your throat when you realized you’d drifted off for too long before smiling and answering their questions

  “The drama will never be over with. Like I said, he is who he is and I don’t like the kind of person he is. You guys can’t try to fix or change that. Not all of us need to like each other just because we interact with the same people...” you rambled, trying to find a point in what you were trying to say, “we both agreed that we’d never see each other. That was the way we worked it out. If we never had to be in the same space as the other again, there would be no reason to... for anything dramatic to happen. Simple. Easy. Pain free.”

  “That’s not very mature” Mo scoffed

  “It doesn’t have to be mature, it just has to work” you sneered

  “You’re a better person than that, (Y/N),” Tessa tried, “you should’ve at least tried to come up with a better solution”

  “But I didn’t really want to,” you scrunched up your nose in response before letting out a little giggle, “guys it’s fine. We’re not friends and that’s fine, we don’t need to be. We came up with an solid excuse and you guys were completely unaware that we were lying because it was that solid”

  “This can’t stay this way, you realize that right?” Mo said, leaning forward to put his arms on the edge of the table, “now that we know, we have to fix this. Try it again...”

  “Absolutely not.” you said firmly, your tone sharp and decisive

  “Yes”

  “This isn’t up for discussion, Mo,” you argued, “it doesn’t need to be fixed. I don’t need or want him in my life and you need to respect that. I’m sorry there’s tension with the two of you right now. That’s your issue, not mine. I don’t need to change my relationship, or lack there of, with him.”

  “Yes you--”

  “Just drop it!” you interrupted, standing up to storm off. You didn’t want to go through all of this manipulation again, even if it meant you had to act like a spoiled brat to get out of it.

xx

  About a week after your lunch with Tessa and Mo, your best girlfriend surprised you with a trip to Vegas; which meant she had news to share but wanted to be in a crowded place with lots of witnesses. Which meant she was getting engaged and didn’t want you to flip a table or something. You hated being the last unmarried, unengaged, single friend in your group and Mary was all-too aware of this.

  “Why Vegas? Why now?” you asked, knowing that the All-Star game was going to be happening when you were there

  “Because Hockey!” she said, throwing her arms up in fake excitement and you scoffed

  “All-Star weekend?”

  “Yeah!” she smiled, “it’ll be fun. We’ll gamble a little, drink a lot, and watch some boys do some stuff with some sticks. Good times to be had by some besties. Say yes, please say yes!” she pleaded, holding onto your arm lightly as she leaned her face into yours and you tried not to break your pout, ultimately failing when she repeated ‘please’ right against your cheek

  “FINE!” you laughed, “fine, okay, but I am not gonna like... try to scope out anyone for you to cheat on Kyle with. Professional athletes are not the way to go.”

  “Why not?” she asked with a fake frown

  “Too cliché” you joked and the two of you giggled in response. When you arrived in Vegas, Mary barely let you put your bags in the room before dragging you down the strip

  “I can’t believe we’re here!” she exclaimed and you smiled lightly to yourself as your friend skipped in front of you

  “Are you gonna tell me or not?” you said, wanting to hear the news sooner rather than later

  “So impatient” she teased

  “Mary...” you sighed, stopping in front of her and placing your hands on her shoulders, “I already know what it is so why wait to tell me?”

  “You don’t know what it is” she scoffed

  “You’re engaged” you spat out, your friend’s jaw dropping as soon as the words left your mouth

  “BUT HOW-- was I that obvious?” she said, “I’m not even wearing the ring?!”

  “The trip is what gave it away, babe,” you laughed, “you didn’t want me to make a scene so you took me to a place where there’s always people around”

  “Well, fuck” she groaned

  “It’s fine,” you replied, “we’ll still have a good time. We’ll drink and gamble like you wanted to, we’ll even go see the Skills competition if we can, it’ll be fine”

  “Do you hate me?”

  “God no!” you laughed, intertwining your arm with hers, “no, I could never hate you. I love that you’re in love, you deserve it. Really.” She beamed her sweet smile before making a sharp turn into the Venetian hotel, determined to ride on the gondola. It was there that you saw a few familiar faces and hoped that they didn’t see you

  “(Y/N)?” someone called out and you squeezed your eyes shut before Mary nudged your shoulder

  “Fuck” you sighed, still not turning around

  “(Y/N)?” he repeated, this time right behind you so you were forced to turn around and respond

  “Hi Auston,” you said, feigning that you were happy to see him for Mary’s sake, before turning to Freddie, “how are you Fred?”

  “I’m good, thanks,” he smiled, shifting where he stood and you returned the smile, “how are you?”

  “I’m doing well!” you replied, “we’re just here celebrating... Mary here just got engaged”

  “So you’re at the Gondola ride? Isn’t this supposed to be super romantic or something?” Auston scoffed and you rolled your eyes

  “When in... fake Rome” Mary joked as the line began to move

  “Well, why don’t we join you then?” he asked and all you could do was glare at him, hoping he’d get the hint and just walk away; but nothing. He and Freddie just stayed in line with you

  “If there’s room!” Mary exclaimed, “it could be fun”

  “Yeah sure, I’ll give it a try” Freddie added but before you could interject anything, you were directed onto a boat. You giggled when Freddie nearly tipped the boat over when he walked in before sitting beside you, leaving Auston to be right across from you. It was a tense ride. You felt awkward beside Freddie since the two of you had never really spoken much when he was with the Leafs and Auston was... well Auston. You glanced over at Mary a few times and, by the look on her face, she was also feeling the awkwardness. When the ride ended, the four of you fought to get off the boat without rocking it too much and falling into the water; Mary pulling you aside to talk to you

  “What the fuck was that?!” she yelled quietly

  “What?” you replied dumbly

  “(Y/N)...” she tsked before the guys came up behind you again

  “So, what’s next?” Auston asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes, “anyone hungry?”

  “I could eat” Freddie and Mary said at the same time

  “I’m actually not feeling well,” you lied, “lot of rocking on that boat, you know? I should probably grab a cab and make my way back to the room...”

  “Where are you staying? I’ll take you back” Auston offered and you furrowed your brow

  “No, that’s fine,” you replied with a grimace, “you guys go out to eat, I’ll be fine.” Mary insisted that they wait with you for a cab but pulled you away from the two NHLers to continue asking what was going on, “nothing,” you lied again, “there’s nothing going on”

  “I don’t know if I was feeling sexual tension or like... anger but something was going on”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

  “(Y/N)!” she yelled, bringing Auston and Freddie’s attention to you and Mary had to calm herself down as you got into the cab that had now appeared in front of you, “(Y/N), stop playing dumb. What is going on?” you sighed, peaking over the door at Freddie and Auston

  “I don’t like Auston and I don’t feel like wasting my time around him,” you smirked, before slamming the door, “but you can. Bye!” A few hours later, Mary stumbled through the door to the hotel room before calling your name

  “I don’t know why you don’t like them, they’re lovely” she slurred

  “I said I didn’t like Auston, I didn’t say anything about Freddie” you corrected

  “Well, he seems to disagree”

  “Well...” you stammered, a little surprised but you brushed it off; it was what it was. “You had fun then?” you asked

  “Oh my gosh, yes!” she exclaimed, “they invited us to a party!”

  “They invited you to a party” you scoffed

  “NO! US!” she corrected you loudly, falling into you with her hands on your shoulders, “Auston was the one who insisted you come”

  “Mare...” you sighed, “I’m not going to party with them”

  “Oh yes, you are”

  “You’re drunk. I don’t even think you should go”

  “Oh, it’s not tonight. It’s tomorrow, after the skills competition”

  “Ohhh,” you said, “no”

  “Yes”

  “No”

  “Yep”

  “Nope”

  “YES!” she yelled before passing out on the couch and you shook your head. There was no way you were going to that party, or so you thought.

xx

Auston’s P.O.V

  You found (Y/N) and Mary in the small crowd watching the 21 in ‘22 game on the strip and suddenly felt the need to put on your best show. The first shot wasn’t exactly what you wanted but you could still come back from it, so you took your place in line and looked into the crowd, catching (Y/N)’s and winking at her quickly before turning back to the game. You laughed with the guys as you watched their attempts but always looked back to find (Y/N) and Mary’s reactions, this time seeing (Y/N) roll her eyes and whisper something to her friend who tilted her head as (Y/N) walked away as your turn came to an end and you were officially out of the competition. You found Mary when the game was over and asked her where (Y/N) went, Mary just shrugged and gestured in the general direction that her friend went off in

  “She said she was cold and then went that way,” she said, “I told her just to wait and that the game would be done soon... but she doesn’t always listen”

  “Oh don’t I know it” you scoffed playfully before walking with her toward the building she thought (Y/N) went into

  “So, what’s the deal with you two?” Mary asked

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean why does she not like you but you seem to like her?”

  “She likes me,” you laughed, knowing more than you were letting on, “she just likes to play like she doesn’t”

  “Nah,” Mary countered, “I know her. If she doesn’t like someone or something, she’s not gonna hide it. She’ll be polite, sure, but she’s not gonna go the opposite. She’s not gonna play hard to get, that’s not her jam”

  “Her jam?” you questioned with a bit of a giggle

  “Her move?” she laughed in return as the two of you entered the lobby of the Bellagio, “I don’t know, that’s just what I say when I don’t feel like saying ‘her thing’”

  “Well maybe you don’t know everything about her” you whispered, almost teasing her

  “Yeah...” Mary furrowed her brow, “I’m sure that’s it”

  “Mary, Auston...” (Y/N) greeted, trailing off as she said your name, “what’s going on?”

  “We came to find you” Mary answered

  “The game’s done” you added

  “I gathered,” she bit in return, “Mary we should go. We’ve got that thing”

  “You mean the party?” you chimed in

  “No,” (Y/N) corrected, “a different thing. A more important thing”

  “More important thing? What are you--” Mary asked but quickly realized what (Y/N) was doing and decided to go along with it, “right! for my Bachelorette!”

  “Exactly”

  “Didn’t you just get engaged?” you said

  “It’s never too early to plan” Mary said as (Y/N) dragged her away. You were sure you’d see both of them at the party, Mary had the details, so you let them lie their way out of the lobby for now.

xx

  “Mary, seriously,” you whined, “I’m not going to this stupid party with a bunch of cocky hockey dudes looking to... act like cocky hockey dudes in Vegas. Let’s just do something else”

  “We were invited,” she said, leaning into the mirror to put on her eyeliner, “it would be rude for us not to show up, at least for a little while”

  “One drink,” you urged, “that’s it. One drink and we’re out”

  “Fine, mom, one drink.” That rule was quickly thrown out the window as she immediately took two shots when she got to the bar and gave you two shots

  “Mary, I said one drink”

  “Shots don’t count!”

  “They’re still liquid, liquid is a drink, therefore they count”

  “Oh my god!” she groaned, “you’re such a buzzkill. Drink the tequila!”

  “Yeah, drink the tequila,” Auston said as he creeped in beside you, “it’s good for you”

  “You drink it then” you sneered and walked away in irritation

  “You’re friend’s just trying to have a good time, why are you being so rude?”

  “Rude? I’m not being rude, I’m just not sure why you keep showing up” you answered, the words sharp as the music blared across the room, forcing Auston to get close to you

  “I was the one who invited you two” he shouted over the music

  “You could’ve left it at that,” you shouted back, stepping back from him to open the gap, “instead of invading my space”

  “I’m just trying to be a nice guy” he closed the gap again

  “But see, that’s the problem,” you continued to yell over the loud bass that was now beginning to drown you out, “you’re not a nice guy. Stop trying to be”

  “What did I ever do to you?” he yelled back as you turned and walked away, pretending not to hear him, “(Y/N), STOP!” his voice boomed over the music as he grabbed your arm

  “Let go of me!” you urged, pulling away

  “What did I ever do to you to make you hate me like this?” he repeated

  “Didn’t we have this conversation like a year ago?”

  “As I remember it, we did something very different a year ago” he teased, the space between the two of nil and his eyes laser focused on yours, while you couldn’t help yours from dancing across his features

  “We both agreed that should never have happened,” you said shakily before clearing your throat and stepping away, “and will never happen again.” You stormed off, away from the dark room and the loud music, the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip feeling like the most mellow place in comparison, desperate now to find a way home

  “Oh, please!” Auston said as he followed you out, forcing you to groan loudly

  “Leave me alone”

  “You love this,” he scoffed, “this game. You wouldn’t play it if you didn’t”

  “OH MY GOD!” you said with an angry scoff before spinning around to face him once more, “YOU’RE DELUSIONAL! There’s no game. I’m not playing anything. I would never play this kind of twisted game. I honestly think you might be insane”

  “We had something”

  “WE HAD SEX!” you yelled, “that’s it. It was a lapse in judgement fuelled by sheer hatred for one another. Not some game. Not some moment. Just something that should’ve never happened”

  “Is that right?” he said lowly as he moved closer to you, a cab pulling up beside you, “then why do I catch you staring at my mouth constantly?”

  “It’s not..” you hesitated, “I’m short, you’re tall, my eyes just land there”

  “I think it’s more than that,” he whispered, leaning you back onto the side of the cab, “I think you’re remembering what my lips felt like your skin. I think you’re thinking about the next time you can kiss me…” You felt yourself take a deep breath before pushing back against him, your lips just barely missing his from the angle he was at

  “I think you’ll always want me more than I’ll ever want you” you whispered against his mouth before you opened the car door and quickly closed it behind you, watching from the rear view window as he stood there motionless. The ride back to your hotel let you catch your breath enough that you found your composure again. Why was this happening again? The idea of him made you scream with irritation but every time he got close to you, all that anger built up and there only seemed to be one way to let it go. You made your way toward the elevator of the hotel lobby and tried to shake off everything that happened

  “Surprise” you saw Auston’s smirk in the reflection of the elevator as you waited for the doors to open

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned, “why are you here?”

  “We’re not finished”

  “We are actually, because I said everything that needed to be said. Just go back to the party, Auston” the door opened and you stepped inside pressing the ‘door close’ button quickly so he wouldn’t follow you, but he had been too close to you to avoid it, “Jesus Christ, are you serious?”

  “Admit it”

  “Why are you so full of yourself?”

  “‘Cause you wanna be full of me?”

  “Ew” you scrunched up your nose

  “Yeah, that wasn’t my best”

  “Go back to your hotel, to that party, anywhere but here”

  “Not until you admit that there’s something here”

  “I haven’t talked to you in a year,” you scoffed, “you think I’d do that to someone that I had something with?”

  “If it was a game”

  “I swear to god,” you laughed as you threw your head back before feeling his eyes on your exposed neck, forcing you drop your head forward again, “how many times do I have to say this? I’m not playing games, I don’t play games. This is not a game. You need to get that into your tiny brain and leave me the hell alone.” The elevator dinged, the doors opening slowly, and you began to make your way out when Auston outstretched his arm in front of you to block your path but you rolled your eyes, arms folded across your chest, and ducked underneath to make your way down the hall, “don’t follow me”

  “Too late” you could hear the smirk on his voice

  “Stop!” you yelled, turning around sharply but he was closer than you thought and your body collided with his

  “Shhh,” he said with a finger in front of his lips, a smile creeping across them, “don’t want to wake the rest of the floor.” You found yourself in front of your door but you weren’t going to open it until he was gone, “is this you?”

  “No” you lied

  “We should go inside” he leaned down until you pushed him back slightly

  “You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, “you still think that this is a game”

  “Because it is”

  “It’s not,” you repeated for what felt like the millionth time, “this is you trying to get your way. No one has ever disagreed with you have they?” You could see him contemplating the question which led you to scoff and shake your head, “well let me be the first of many”

  “You’re not disagreeing with me”

  “Fucking hell, Auston,” you growled, “get over yourself.” You finally turned to put your key in the hotel room door and Auston was quick to rest his hands on your hips, leaning down again and putting his lips to your ear, his breath warm as it cascaded down your neck; the lock finally read your key card and you opened the door slowly. How are you going to get rid of him? Did you really want to?

  “Nice room” he said as his hands wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him

  “Stop” you said in a whisper before pulling his arms off of you

  “Seriously?”

  “Why can’t you understand that I don’t like you?”

  “You’re giving mixed signals” he argued and, honestly, you knew you probably were

  “Let me be very clear then,” you countered, dropping your purse and coat on the small table near the beds, “I think you’re a pretentious, rude, selfish, narcissistic, misogynistic asshole who’s never had anyone tell him he can’t do anything because you’re ‘good at hockey’ and that somehow means you can get away with being the kind of person you are”

  “You think I’m good at hockey?”

  “FUCKING HELL!!” you held your head in frustration, “that’s all you got? It’s not me sending you mixed signals, it’s you completely blocking everything out that’s not beneficial to you”

  “So you’re telling me that you don’t yell at me and then fall back into me when I get close to you? That you don’t watch my jaw tense as I stare at your lips? That you didn’t shiver when lips were on your ear or when my hands gripped your hips?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

  “Really?” He continued, “so I should go?”

  “Absolutely” you let out a sigh of relief, he’d finally heard you

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes” you furrowed your brow

  “I shouldn’t take off my coat and move closer to you?” He said as he did just that, your eyes watching as he made his next moves

  “That’s what I’m saying, yeah”

  “I shouldn’t then, I guess, help you take your heels off,” he smirked as he knelt down in front of you, fingers trailing your body until he got to your feet, the sensation of the 4-inch death traps being removed earning a moan from you that you didn’t anticipate, “we’ve been here before haven’t we?”

  “It was the shoes” you replied, trying to contain your own smirk

  “Yeah?” He asked, making his way up your body, his lips barely making content until the two of you were face to… chest. “So, if my hands wound up on your ass,” he whispered as you felt his hands circle your waist until they landed where he’d led them, “you wouldn’t let out a gasp?” You closed your eyes quickly when you couldn’t stop the noise from escaping your lips and when you opened them, you found him smirking back at you. Your hands unconsciously went to grip his shoulders, as if you were trying to balance yourself, and your breath hitched in your throat as his face moved closer to yours

  “Mmm nope” you finally pulled away, shaking your head quickly as you did so, and continued to back away

  “And those aren’t supposed to be mixed signals?” He scoffed with a smile

  “You need to go home”

  “Why? Afraid you might actually like me?”

  “No”

  “You want me to touch you though, don’t you?”

  “I want you to go back to your hotel”

  “Fine” he threw his hands up as he walked toward the door and you closed your eyes gently, feeling grateful that you avoided another bad decision, walking to the door as well so you could lock it behind him. “But before I go…” he said, turning around quickly and pinning you against the wall; your eyes falling to his lips as you felt his do the same

  “Let me go” you whispered as his hands held you in place

  “Make me” he grinned in return and you couldn’t focus. This was not where you thought the night would end and all you could think to yourself was here we go again... Your eyes finally left his lips, meeting his eyes next and he softened, his hands releasing your wrists from where they had been pinned and, in turn, they found themselves back on his shoulders. Fuck, you thought, don’t do it (Y/N). Your eyes bounced back and forth between his while your chest heaved as the two of you stood in a very familiar position. Just walk away, you thought once more, you did it before. He leaned down once more, this time his lips finally connected with yours slowly and deeply while he dragged his hands around your waist until they reached your ass for the second time tonight, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. A lot had changed in a year. He wasn’t as fast and harsh as he had been the last time you’d done this. It was almost like he learned something along the way. Heavy breaths escaped your lips as he kissed down your jaw to behind your ear and down your neck, nipping at your collarbone when you tugged at his hair, switching the always-present baseball cap backwards to get it out of your way. He moved to the other side of your neck, pressing a small kiss to your lips before he got there, and you tightened your legs around his waist, leading him to push you harder against the wall, as if the two of you were trying to keep you upright.

  He reached a spot on your neck that had always been more sensitive on one side then the other and you let out a small moan, “that feel good?” He said, not moving his lips from the spot as he spoke and you freely nodded at the sensation that even his breath gave you. Fuck, you thought to yourself, your brain almost completely blank. His hands squeezed your thighs before planting his lips onto yours and setting you down gently, not breaking the kiss as he guided you back toward the open space where the two double beds were. Your hands gently trailed down his body until your fingers reached the hem of his black t-shirt, beginning to push it up and your hands caressed his bare skin underneath as the fabric cleared his head, lips parted only for a second before crashing back into each other. He began tracing his finger down your spine and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin, your arms now wrapped tightly around his neck and your hands tangling in his long hair. He hadn’t made too many moves yet and everything was moving at a glacial pace at this point that you pulled away from the kiss to move down his body, pressing your lips into his skin every once in a while until you got to the top of his jeans.

  You began undoing the button before looking up at him to gauge his reaction, catching a smile before you pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down quickly; freeing his hardened cock. You glanced up at him once more before taking him in your mouth, slow as his kisses had been, looking up every once in a while when you felt his body move; head falling backwards, hands moving closer to your head, unsure if he should grip your hair or not. “Fuck,” he moaned out, “fuck,” you moved faster, adding your hands to speed up the process, truly hating the salty taste of him in your mouth but relishing in what you could do to him. His orgasm rushed over him shortly after that and your throat was quickly filled with his cum.

  “Well jeez,” you laughed as you wiped your mouth, “that was a lot wasn’t it?” Auston chuckled in response, placing his hand under your arms to lift you up

  “That was good for me”

  “Great” you scoffed before heading toward the bathroom, needing to get the taste out of your mouth

  “You could’ve spit, didn’t have to swallow” he teased, appearing behind you as you rinsed your mouth with water and then mouthwash, looking back at him in the mirror

  “Didn’t I though?” you narrowed at your eyes at him before he leaned down to kiss your neck before moving to kiss your back. You watched as his body continued to move out of your eyesight in the mirror, the feeling of his lips impeded by the fabric of your dress, which he soon lifted up and pulled down your underwear

  “Lace huh?” he snickered from behind you and you shook your head at what thought he must be having before all of a sudden feeling his finger push on your clit and his tongue began eating you out from behind

  “Fuck!” you gasped, surprised at what was happening, “oh my god!” You relaxed into the pleasure and you were surprised at the sounds that released into the echoey room, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror just before you came. “Fuck, holy fuck!” you screamed, legs now wobbly, Auston catching you just before you fell, “where the fuck did you learn to do that?” You breathed heavily as he carried back to the bed

  “What would you say if I said porn?” he laughed

  “I wouldn’t be surprised”

  “That’s the answer then.” Once he set you down on the bed, he quickly pulled your dress off before he climbed on top of you, pressing his body close to yours as he kissed you again. He shifted himself onto his shins before he pushed himself inside of you and you bit your lip at the feeling of finally being filled up by him. He lifted one of your legs up for a better angle, ramming his hips what felt like as hard as he could into yours

  “Shit” you breathed

  “You’re still so tight” he moaned

  “Shut up” you said

  “You don’t like that?”

  “Seriously, Auston, shut up”

  “Say my name”

  “SHUT UP!” You yelled, turning the two of you around so you were now riding him. “Fuck, fuck, mmm, yeah,” you moaned as you bounced up and down his shaft

  “Fuck” he breathed in return, his hand flat against your skin as it roamed your body, ultimately cupping your right breast. You could feel his thighs tense underneath you as you moved faster, urging you to slow down so you could feel him completely. When you slowed down, Auston sat up and placed kisses along your breasts before licking your nipples teasingly, earning a playful scoff from you, “you’re beautiful, you know?”

  “You really need to learn to stop talking during sex, you know?”

  “I think you need to know how amazing you are,” he said, his arms tightly wrapped around you to bring you close to him as you continued to ride him slowly, “I don’t think anyone’s really told you”

  “What makes you say that?” You asked, furrowing your brow and draping your arms limply over his shoulders

  “You wouldn’t be having hate sex with me if they had”

  “So you think this is my low self-esteem fucking you?”

  “Yeah, pretty much” he replied and you took a deep breath of pure annoyance

  “Look,” you scoffed, “I just need you to stay quiet until we’re finished okay?”

  “I can’t say anything?”

  “Nothing,” you said, speeding up just a little, your back arching and pushing your chest into his body even tighter than it was, “unless it’s moaning”

  “Fuck”

  “Yeah,” you answered in a breath, “only that”

  “You feel so good”

  “Fuck” you moaned, lobbing your head back, letting Auston kiss up your exposed neck, his tongue gliding slowly against your skin until it reached that sensitive spot again. “Mmm, fuck” you breathed, letting him know he was where he needed to be and he kissed that spot until you came, surely leaving a mark, and you climbed off him, inching toward the edge of the bed so you could clean yourself off

  “Wait” he stopped you

  “What now?” You groaned

  “Get in the shower with me”

  “What?”

  “Shower. Now” it was almost a demand but without the harshness that it should’ve had. He outstretched his hand to you and you took it hesitantly. He started the water first before letting you step into the shower first, closing the door behind him when he finally got inside. He knelt down and began messaging your legs with soap and all you could do was watch him

  “What is going on?” You thought to yourself. He cleaned you off, grabbing the loofah from the shower shelf and rubbing it softly on your back until you had relaxed enough to fall into him; realizing quickly what was happening and snapped yourself out of it, “alright, you finish up. I have no idea when Mary is going to be back and you shouldn’t be here when she gets here”

  “Mhm, sure” he smirked as you opened the glass door and grabbed a towel before cleaning up the mess the two of you had made around the hotel room. Clothes strewn everywhere like a hurricane had passed through. You slipped on an oversized sweatshirt that you’d slept in for years, perfectly tattered and comfortable, and waited impatiently for Auston to get out of the shower so you could push him out of the door.

  “Alright!” You exclaimed when he finally appeared in a towel, “get dressed fast or take your clothes with you, it’s time to go”

  “Relax, jeez,” he laughed, “how are you this tense after sex?”

  “You can’t stay”

  “Let me get dressed,” he said, taking the pile that was his clothes from you and sat down at the foot of the bed, “just sit down.” You sat up against the pillows and bit at the sleeve of your sweatshirt, watching as he took forever to actually get dressed but distracted by a collection of freckles on his shoulder blade. Before you knew it, you’d crept behind him and began tracing your finger across them, “hey there” he chuckled

  “Huh?” You questioned, snapping back to what you were doing, “sorry, I just… have you always had these freckles?”

  “Probably,” he replied, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder, “I don’t really look at my own back too often”

  “Hmm,” you hummed before catching his stare, “what?”

  “Nothing” he said before shaking his head and standing up to put his underwear and jeans on

  “No, it’s something, what?” You insisted

  “You just look beautiful like this, that’s all”

  “Like this?” You asked, not sure what he was talking about. He sat back down, putting on his shoes that you’d also gathered from the mess in the other room

  “No makeup, damp hair, drying into its natural wave, relaxed…”

  “Why are you doing this?” You asked, biting your sleeve again as he stayed turned away from you

  “Doing what? Being nice? I told you last time I can be a nice guy, you j-”

  “No,” you stopped him, compelling him to finally turn back around, finding you in a more vulnerable position than you’d been in in a long time. Certainly not with him, “complimenting me and telling me I need to be told I’m amazing?”

  “Because you do,” he said simply, “and the compliments are more observations than anything”

  “Auston, seriously…”

  “I am being serious. (Y/N), I don’t know what guys you’ve been with that don’t make you feel good about yourself but let me be one that tells you how amazing you are and how beautiful you are. Believe it. You’re the only person I’ll ever work this hard for.” You waited a minute before doing or saying anything else but your body took over and you leaned in slowly, heat rising to your cheeks as your lips hovered in front of his, waiting for him to lean the rest of the way; your finger resting on the bottom of his chin curling enough to let him know you wanted him too. It was a slow kiss, passionate, yes, but sweet. Not really what you’d been used to, with him or anyone, and you sunk into it long enough for him to pull you into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

  “Mmm” you hummed and you could tell he was expecting a ‘nope’ to follow the way it had earlier but nothing came so he continued until you finally pulled away. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, letting the feeling of his lips leave yours before finally opening your eyes, finding his eyes staring into yours and dancing back and forth while you loosened your grip around his neck, “you should go” you whispered

  “Or maybe I should stay” he said softly as you got off his lap and pushed yourself back against the pillow, shaking your head

  “Mary will be back soon” you replied, a small smile playing on your lips before you raised your hand to your mouth once more. He squeezed your knee before standing up and placed a small kiss to your forehead

  “Okay” he whispered but before he could walk away you grabbed one of his fingers so you could have one last kiss, your breath completely taken away as he cupped your face lightly. You bit your lip when you parted from the kiss but stayed close

  “No more,” you said, “this was the absolute last time”

  “Sure”

  “I’m not kidding”

  “Until next time” he smiled, pecking your lips once more before he finally left.

#Auston Matthews #Auston Matthews smut #Auston Matthews fic #NHL fic #NHL smut #Auston Matthews Imagine #NHL imagine #NHL #hockey #TML #masterlist #the other masterlist #hate s*x

[crybaby-bkg]

“You’ve never had sex before, have you?” you spit the question out before you can help it. Choso’s eyes go wide at that, his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, before he tries to quickly school his expression to one of indifference. you don’t believe him for a moment though, especially with the way his hands start to tap at the bedsheets beneath him.

“What makes you say that?” he asks you, his voice rough and low. this close, you can see the uncertainty laying there. his hair is still in his signature buns, his fringe covers dark plum eyes that can’t find a single place on your face to settle. they dart from your own gaze to your lips, to your chin where your lipgloss has smeared from kissing him. he squeezes your waist tightly before he places his hands back against the bed, seemingly unsure of what he should do with himself.

“Your mannerisms,” you mutter, head tilted to the side as you start running your finger down the column of his neck. “How unsteady and unsure you are about everything; my body, where your hands should go, how long you should suck on my tongue when you kiss me. You’re so in your head, I figured you’re either nervous because it’s me or because you’ve never done this before.”

“Both.” He answers in a rush of breath, palms finding your waist once more, his eyes a little wider than usual. “My father never taught me anything about sex, and I was too busy taking care of my brothers to really think about it. So this is all,” his voice slowly disappears with every inch of skin you reveal to him, a sly smirk spreading across your face.

“New?” You finish for him, shirt suddenly tossed across the room. He nods with a thick swallow, an obvious struggle to keep looking at your face, scared that he might objectify you and make you uncomfortable, but his look does everything but. “Do you want to fuck me, Choso?”

he groans so loud, you fear he’s cum in his pants already. it sure does feel like it, with how his cock twitches, thick where you rest on top of his pelvis, a wet spot suddenly growing between your legs. you can’t help but rock your hips ever so gently against him, grinning when his eyes fly shut and squeeze, his hands gripping you so tightly that you can’t tell whether or not he wants to stop you or encourage you.

“Do you?” you ask him again when he doesn’t answer, his lip bitten tightly between his teeth. “Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me? Feel me cum on your cock? Don’t you wanna fill me up with your cum?”

he seizes you before you can register his speed, his hands quick and fast and tight and pulling everything he can. you can’t help but laugh against his mouth and let him mold himself to your body in every way that he sees fit.

#the only thing I very much so dislike about writing new characters #is having to make a masterlist ☹️ #I lob him tho so much #I want to be so cruel to him in a nice way bc he deserves it #I also have some other ideas I’m writing rn that I might upload tonight!!! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #choso treats! 🍬

[ghost-proofbaby]

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

"THE FIRST DATE"

EXTRA CONTENT - "BEYOND THE HOURS"

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader → warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni → wc: 7k+ → a/n: the very long awaited first date. this was requested by several people. wahoo! also, fair warning for second-hand embarrassment. i think eddie munson is the only person who drag me dancing around a bowling alley and i wouldn't smite them on the spot.

enjoy the main story's masterlist here

EDDIE: What about a fancy dinner date?

YOU: boring.

YOU: and too traditional. when were you even born, Munson? the 60s???

EDDIE: Ha. Ha. I don’t see you making any worthwhile suggestions, sweetheart. 

YOU: i don’t have to make any suggestions, old man. YOU’RE supposed to be wooing ME 

God forbid anyone walked in on you at this moment. 

You were like a high schooler, lying on your stomach with your feet kicking up into the air as you stared at the screen, happily bantering with Eddie over text. All the butterflies, all the blissful jitters, all that dopamine rush that comes with school girl crushes – every single cliche was present and was in full force as you discussed the details of your first date with him. You used to scoff (albeit with hidden longing) at all the romance movies that you truly believed had overplayed all the giddiness, but now you got it. It was disgusting, the way he had you wrapped around his finger so easily, the way he had turned you into a heart-eyed shell of the woman you once were in the matter of a week. 

EDDIE: So you have a thing for older men is what you’re telling me.

YOU: i NEVER said that.

EDDIE: Didn’t have to, sweetheart. I can read between the lines. 

Over the last week, since the two of you had won the bet and you had won over with insistence on him properly asking you out, Eddie had been tossing around date ideas as he tried to plan this very first occasion. The only time you had even seen him was when your entire group met up, the latest outing having been for brunch on Saturday under the guise celebrating the one week anniversary of you and Eddie surviving twenty four hours together without killing each other. 

Didn’t stop him from calling and texting you. And it clearly hadn’t deterred him from losing his mind over doing right by you with this entire first date ordeal. 

YOU: i don’t even have the energy to explain to you how many times you have proven to not do that in the past. 

EDDIE: I’ve read between the lines in the past! 

YOU: you most certainly have NOT

EDDIE: I was able to read when you wanted to kiss me that night. That’s reading between the lines.

And so the giddiness rears its head, full fledged as heat swarms your body and your cheeks ache from your smile. 

YOU: i hate you 

EDDIE: No, you don’t

YOU: i do. i really do. 

EDDIE: You’re such a shit liar

You nearly jump out of your skin when there’s a knock on your dorm’s door, annoying and persistent as it taps out some random rhythm that must be a song of some sort. But whatever song it is, you can’t recognize it as you stand, walking over to answer. 

“Did you forget your key aga-” you begin, assuming it was just your roommate. You’re shocked to see Robin and Steve standing there, “What are you guys doing here?” 

“We had a study date, in case you had forgotten and not seen our hundreds of texts,” Steve huffs, quickly crossing his arms. 

You hadn’t seen their texts. Most of your screen time had been a bit preoccupied with a certain metalhead. 

“Oh, shit,” your face falls as you open the door wider, side-stepping and motioning for them to come in. 

“Yeah,” Steve snarks as he comes right in, Robin hot on his trails and seeming in a far more pleasant mood as the boy mocks you, “Oh, shit.” 

Robin stops beside you as Steve helps himself to a seat in your desk chair, “Don’t mind him. He’s just cranky because he has to get A’s on all his mid-terms to keep his 3.0.” 

“I am not cranky-”

“You are!” 

“Am not!” 

“You so are,” Robin continues to egg him on, choosing your bed as her resting place. 

Your phone bounces a bit from the way she throws herself down on the sorry excuse for a mattress, and you recall how you had yet to reply to Eddie. Fuck.

“When did we even make these plans?” you ask, genuinely confused as you shut the door. You already miss the peace and quiet of being alone, free to preen at your phone and giggle to your heart’s content at the world’s worst flirt over text.

“Saturday,” Steve groans, throwing his head back. 

“It was after brunch,” Robin clarifies, lifting herself up from how she was lounging amongst your blankets, “I mean, you seemed a bit distracted when you agreed, but… We did text you about it.” 

You had been distracted. Eddie had managed to quietly ask the waitress to include your tab with his so he could pay for it without your knowledge, and you’d spent the entire time torn between being upset with the boy and absolutely fawning. It was a bit pathetic, looking back at it – the fact that those were the only two options your mind had presented you with. You’d scorned him over the phone later that night, and he had only laughed. You swear you can still hear it now, having heard it several times since – a low chuckle that rattled into the caverns of your chest, that bounced amongst vines of affection and willed open blooms of adoration just a little bit wider. 

Part of you was still waiting for the wilting. For the other shoe to drop, for all of what had been exposed and had been planted to vanish from your grasps. That first Monday morning, you’d even woken up worried it had all been a dream. 

“I’ve been busy,” you lamely try to excuse your radio silence. 

“Busier than normal?” Steve’s brows quirk up, leaning back in your chair that emits a squeak of protest, “Or have you just been busy with new friends?” 

Your lips twist and your nose twitches in confusion, “New friends? What the Hell are you going on about, Harrington?” 

Robin fully sits up now, watching with piqued interest.

“Eddie,” Steve gets straight to the point, his previous sour mood finally melting slightly, “You can’t honestly tell me that nothing changed after that night.” 

It was something neither of you had really discussed. Steve had seen you two, knew that a lot had truly changed based off of the way you’d tossed him right into the middle of the mess there at the end, but you and Eddie had never said anything about being together. Not to your friends, and not even to each other. 

“Just because I don’t want to tear his head off his shoulders anymore doesn’t mean we’re spending every waking moment together,” you force your best scowl, as if that wasn’t exactly what you had yearned for all week. 

Eventually, it had to wear off. That’s what you told yourself – at some point the initial rose tones would fade less vibrant, and Eddie’s intense occupation of your mind would lessen with the hues. 

“I can’t believe it, but I am siding with Stevie on this one,” Robin finally contributes, “I mean, you guys won’t even tell us what happened that night.” 

“Nothing exciting,” you’re quick to lie, “Just… I don’t know. Boring stuff. Getting on each other’s nerves, sitting around on his couch,” that gets a bitter scoff from Steve that almost makes you freeze up. Damn Eddie for teasing him with the truth about the couch, “Nothing worth making a big deal over. Like I said, we just learned to… to… tolerate each other.”

Tolerate was an interesting way to put spending hours on the phone together each night, sometimes falling asleep while still on the line. 

Steve still looks as though he’s recalling all of Eddie’s annoying taunts from that night while Robin only grins salaciously. 

“Tolerate each other?” she mimics you, leaning forward and pressing her palms into the edge of the mattress beside her knees, “Babe, have you two even said a single mean thing to each other since that night? I think he even smiled at you on Saturday. You’re practically married with two and a half kids already.”

He had smiled at you – multiple times. And each one had struck the most delicate of daggers right into your chest, lighting you aflame under his attempted clandestine attention. Every time those big, brown eyes had met yours from across the table, the ache you’d started to hold for him had only doubled in size. By the end of that morning, when the day had technically started to bleed out into the afternoon, you were nothing more than a vessel of pining for the boy that you hadn’t even gotten the chance to brush against amongst your friends. 

“Whatever,” you murmur as you reach out to snatch up your phone, “I never even understood the whole half kid thing. Like, how the fuck do you have two and a half kids?” 

“I’m sure Eddie would be more than happy to show you,” Steve teases despite his still half-traumatized look.

You’re quick to reach out a hand to whack the back of his head, “Shut up. Are we gonna keep sitting here while you two try to pry something that doesn’t exist out of me, or are we going to go study?” 

Steve’s grumpy mood returns as he rubs the back of his head, him and Robin standing in sync to exit the room.

But before the three of you exit the dorm, you check your phone one last time, having to bite down on that girlish grin when you see two new text message notifications. 

EDDIE: It’s official. I’m a genius. 

EDDIE: Say, are you free tomorrow night? 

—

Tomorrow night couldn’t come fast enough. A shift at your job, one too many hours spent sitting through lectures, ensuring a night of studying with Steve and Robin — all petty distractions, roadblocks on your path to the most highly anticipated first date of your life. Eddie wouldn’t even entertain you with details, only telling you to dress fairly comfortably and to put on your best game face.

And you did. To some extent, you really did.

But you’d finished getting ready hours in advance, something you blamed on nerves, and having that much time to kill with such nerves was dangerous.

Simple makeup turned a bit more extravagant, you had tried on nearly every outfit in your possession, you’d even eyed your hair curler on more than one occasion.

Comfortable. What the Hell was that even supposed to mean?

Your only solution had been to text the man of the hour himself, something to busy your thumbs instead of twiddling them or involving them in taking your date night look several steps over just comfortable.

YOU: okay, so. can you define ‘dressing comfortably’?

EDDIE: According to Google, “dressing in a way that makes you feel at ease in your body” :)

YOU: fuck off. you know that’s not what i meant.

Still no clues. He wasn’t caving so easily to your pestering. You should have known better, considering he’d been professionally dodging any questions or inquiries you had regarding the date for the last twenty four hours.

EDDIE: Don’t overthink it, sweetheart.

That certainly didn’t help. Not even in the slightest. 

You don’t even reply to his text, already back to pacing your dorm before you finally cave to an impulsive decision you’d been grappling with for hours now. 

There was a newish, sporty skirt in the bottom of your drawers. It was comfortable, it had built-in shorts, and it looked damn good on you. The hem fell right around mid-thigh and always flared in an overly satisfying fashion when you’d spin while wearing it. The material of the pleats was nearly impossible to wrinkle. It wasn’t overly soft against your palms as you still nervously smoothed it down once you’d shimmied it on, but you still repeated the motion in hopes of soothing some of your nerves.

You’re sure it’s the wrong option until Eddie sees you in it.

He texts when he’s on his way and you find yourself bounding outside to wait for him far too early to be reasonable. He hadn’t even arrived until after your back had nearly become one with the brick exterior of the dorm building's front wall, leaning into the scratch of the clay on your shoulder blade a welcome distraction until you heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. 

You nearly grow dizzy from the sudden rush of nerves.

This is really happening. You’re about to go on a date with Eddie, the first time of what you hope will be many to come. 

“Took you long enough, Munson,” you snark loud enough for him to hear as he clicks the Yamaha’s kickstand into place right by the vibrant red curb. There’s a sign not even a full foot away from where he’s standing that clearly spells out NO PARKING. 

Oh.

Oh.

If you hadn’t already been riddled with nerves, your knees would have gone weak at the sight of him. 

Since when is that dressing casual and comfortable? 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I keep you waiting?” he shoots right back as he lifts the helmet off his head, and something inside of you clenched tightly at the sight with no plans to unwind any time soon.

Dark wash jeans plaster his legs, heavy combat boots smacking against the pavement as he walks to meet you halfway. The black shirt he’s donning isn’t extravagant, but something in the way that t-shirt material stretches across his chest has you burning from the inside out. He’s even gone so far as to tuck the shirt into the jeans, his black leather belt on show as he hugs the helmet below his bicep. And his normal leather jacket — you don’t believe you’ve ever seen it look better, ever seen it fit his shoulders so snugly. He’s dressed to perfectly match the all black bike, the image of a bad boy straight out of every cheesy movie you’d ever seen. 

The only thing that breaks the illusion is the boyish grin pulling the arrival of his dimples along with it as he watches you push off the wall. His eyes are sparkling as you approach him, a constellation of hope and new beginnings twinkling right before you. 

He’s not sorry that you waited on him. Not in the slightest. Especially when those starry eyes travel over your appearance.

You have to force yourself to tsk, because otherwise you might end up just another pile of ash for the poor landscapers to sweep up, “Haven't you heard it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?” 

You stop in your steps just far enough to catch the way his eyes take you in. Drinking slowly. Following the trace of the just fancy enough tank top that you’d chosen to balance the skirt. Lingering on the plush of your inner thighs, barely peeking out the bottom of your chosen outfit for the night.

You almost start to feel self conscious until he lets out a little sigh, nearly a whimper as his eyes trail back up to find yours.

“I’m sure I have,” he chokes out, composure momentarily vanished as you distract him so easily, “But aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” 

“I could say the same about you.” 

You’re like a shark. If you stop swimming in the upstream flirtations, you’ll drown instantaneously in his big brown eyes.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you swear you see a hint of a blush across the highs of his cheek bones and sides of his neck as he holds out the helmet for you, “At least with me, it will.” 

“Even the top secret location of this date?” you ask as you take the helmet, considering putting up a fight. You still hated him not wearing one for your expense, and you weren’t exactly eager for any sort of helmet hair, “Do I have to wear-“

He knows the end of your sentence before you even finish, “Yes. No exceptions; you have to wear it every time you ride.”

“Every time?” 

“It’s for safety.” 

“Isn’t it sort of unsafe for you to go without one?” 

“You’re wearing the helmet,” he sighs, nose twitching with indignation as he holds staunchly onto the position, “And to answer your other question, no. I guess flattery will get you almost everywhere, but it’s a surprise.” 

You fiddle with the chin straps, looking down as you feel his gaze burning the top of your head from this angle, “Fine. But we really should just get me my own helmet. You need to wear one, too. And…” you look back up, pausing before you properly put on the piece of safety equipment, “It’s a little oversized. You know, considering it was meant to fit your big head first.” 

He narrows his eyes, still lit up with a sort of playfulness you haven’t grown accustomed to being on the receiving end of. 

You like him quite a bit more than you bargained for. A lot more than five hundred dollars, or twenty four hours, ever would have summarized. 

“We can go helmet shopping another day.” 

We. Not just him, not just you. But you and him. A unit. A couple.

“It’s a date,” you whisper just before you slide on the helmet. You completely miss the wildfire that the ghost of a blush has finally become. You completely miss the way that your talk of you two together, you two as a couple with a future, affects him just as his has an effect on you. 

Helmet hair is worth it, you decide, once you’ve saddled onto the bike behind him and he revs up the engine once more. You’re not as shy as you had been on that fateful night the week before, quick to wrap your arms around his middle and let your chest press hard against his back. The leather crinkles against the contact, the heat of him radiating, and you think you could spend forever like that. 

You’re almost upset that you can’t smell his cologne through the helmet. That once terrible scent of boy. 

Every curve and every slow stop is another excuse to cling to him tighter, every red light a reason for him to turn his head and catch a glimpse of you with a small grin that never once falters. You swear at one of the lights, when he revs his engine in a particularly rowdy fashion right as the light turns green and takes off particularly fast, you can hear his laughter over the loud wind mingling with the roaring engine. You know you can feel it, vibrating in his chest right along with your own that gets lost in the chaos of the unusually busy Tuesday night street. 

When he pulls into the parking lot behind the older building, you catch sight of the neon sign out front and find yourself laughing again. 

“Bowling?” you question, yanking the helmet off less than gracefully as he stands off the bike you’d just swung yourself off of, “You’re taking me bowling?” 

He takes the helmet from you, suddenly looking a bit shy as he averts his gaze, “Not just any bowling. It’s… It’s the coolest bowling alley you will ever go on a first date at.” 

“You say that to every girl you bring here?” 

You’re just teasing him, trying to poke fun rather than succumb to all the fluttering that bruises your inner chest and stomach. But then he has to ruin your fun, strike a match and set you aflame so adroitly.  

“Only the prettiest ones.” 

You should continue the banter, challenge him on just who else fell into that category, but you can’t. It’s in that glimmer of his eyes and the indent of his dimples, the way he looks at you as he slowly rises and somehow softens his gaze all while keeping a threat of a bite beneath the tone. His eyes tell you that you are, without a doubt, the prettiest girl he’s referring to. That in this moment, you begin and you end his world, and not even the commotion of traffic or nip in the air that creeps up as the summer sun sets can deter his attention being set solely on you.

But his tone suggests something far more dangerous. He says it like you’re a prey, an unattainable catch that he’ll be chasing for the entire night. A wicked growl to that voice you’ve been falling asleep to over the phone far more than you care to admit in just a short week. 

He says it like he’s going to ruin you. As if he hasn’t already injected himself into your veins, as if he isn’t the gasoline drowning and raging the burn within you. 

But he keeps up the gentleman persona in the short walk up to the door of the establishment. Holds out his hand for yours to fit perfectly into, guides you to the inner sidewalk as cars fly past and the only thing between you and them is him. 

 The hunt is on from the moment he opens that door for you. 

“Ever the gentleman,” you muse, voice hardly above a whisper as you brush past him and finally catch that smell of boy. 

You think you’d drown in his cologne now if he gave you the chance. Bury your face in his chest, wrap your arms around him and press any inch of your own bare skin to his. 

“Always,” it would have been a weak response if he’d only said it and nodded his head, but he takes it a step further. Right as you pass him, entering the brisk AC, his hand ghosts over the expanse of your lower back. Fingertips nimbly brushing right above the band of that skirt, grazing your tank top just hard enough for you to feel it and shiver. 

It doesn’t stop there. The back and forth, the chase, the hunt.

The way he makes sure your knuckles brush his as he hands you your shoes, even more brushes of his palm flat against your lower back repetitively, the way he insists on a heavier ball that makes his arms strain and muscles display. Over the chatter from the bowling alley’s fairly nice bar and the music trickling out of the overhead speakers, you’re sure that your heartbeat has joined the ranks of audible noises to echo the nice haunt. You’re positive he can hear every thump, can pinpoint the exact moments that poor aching muscle inside your chest begins to race. 

You go for a smaller weighted ball. You don’t think you could handle anything heavier with your current case of weak knees.

“Only an eight pounder?” Eddie tuts at you as you approach your designated lane again, “Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that.” 

No, I can’t. Your fault, really.

“I have weak arms,” you try to defend yourself as you rotate the red ball in your hands. 

His favorite color. It hadn’t been intentional, but the swirling shades of stark scarlet and deep maroons is a nice touch. 

“Poor baby,” he teases, leaning into you as you deposit the ball right behind his own ball on the track where it already rests.

A twelve pounder. A smoky quartz design, black base swirling with misty white and gold accents. Far prettier than yours by a landslide. 

And fitting for the pretty boy you’re faced with when you turn to watch him shedding his leather jacket onto the bench a few steps away. 

“Not all of us are some big, strong macho man,” you scowl insincerely, moving to sit beside him and follow his lead in switching out shoes, “I’m betting now that by halfway through the game, you’ll be caving and begging to use my ball, Munson.” 

You’re looking down as you casually say it, one shoe already half off and unaware of just how close he had gotten until his hand reaches over. Not even a second later, he has your chin pinched between his fingers, gentle as it guides you and forces you to look at him, “Careful. Bets seem to be awfully dangerous when it comes to the two of us.” 

Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. 

The graze of those fingers against your jaw leaves a trail of ash, burning that lingers and thrums beneath your skin, heart officially skipping beats rather than merely speeding up. You’re coming to realize that when it comes to keeping up with Eddie Munson in his element, in all his charm and flirtatious banter, you’re a bit hopeless.

He has you trapped under his thumb — metaphorically and literally.

“Are you always this flirtatious with all your dates?” you spit out against your better judgment.

Why do I keep bringing up his previous flames? Do I really care? Do I really want to put myself through the torture of hearing about all of the girls, or guys, he’s wooed before me? 

The same glittering eyes, the same hidden smirk from earlier. “Only the prettiest ones.” 

“You keep saying that,” you mumble, chin pressing into his fingertips against their hold, “Just how many pretty dates have you had?” 

The pride softens in an instant. His gaze is less sharp, grin less predatory as he raises his eyebrows. 

“Does it really matter?” 

You can’t help it. Your mind races ahead of you before you can stop it; you’re plagued in an instant with images of how many dates, how many other people he had indulged in over the year you two had wasted hating each other. You try to recall overhearing him describe any of those dates, try to remember if Nancy ever mentioned Eddie passing up one of the hangouts for a romantic endeavor.

You come up empty handed, but it doesn’t stop the overthinking. 

“I guess not,” you feebly answer, unable to tear your eyes from him. 

I guess not is really code for it matters so much more than I care to admit. An impossible riddle you can’t even expect him to pick up on. 

His hand falls from your chin and finds home on your bare knee, warm palm swallowing it up. He gives it a squeeze, and you wonder for a moment if maybe he can read your secretive language. Maybe he’s seeing right through your overconfident front, maybe he has felt every racing of your pulse. 

Maybe, he’s as nervous as you are.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t think you can bear another moment of this new intimacy. It had been easier when the two of you were on a ticking clock, confined to his apartment and parameters of a bet that never really mattered. Vulnerability had less of an edge when you could yearn and pine to see it flourish in the real world — but now, here it was, twisting away within you both a week later and pricking away as the stakes at hand come to light. 

“Are you ready for me to absolutely demolish your ass at this game?” you joke.

“Demolish me? That’s some big talk for someone using an eight pound ball, babe.”

“It’s not about how much you’re packing, pretty boy,” you scoff, “Just that you know how to use it.” 

He smiles slowly, but the quick squeeze of his hand tells you the vulnerability is here to stay. He feels that cutting edge too, and he’s not shying away. 

He leans right into it, just as he does your personal space, “Bring it on.” 

—

“You’re cheating!”

“I’m not!”

“You are! Who the fuck gets three strikes in a row?” 

Eddie strolls back towards you, self-satisfied smirk curling his lips and his hips swaying with arrogance as you continue to pout at his sudden show of sportsmanship, “I believe the answer is me, sweetheart. Wanna see me make it four?” 

“I hope you just jinxed yourself,” you scowl as you hop up off the couch and Eddie swaggers right past you, hardly affected by the palm you smack into the center of his chest for good measure, “I hope you roll nothing but gutter balls the rest of the game, you prick.” 

“Like you have been?” 

“Burn in Hell.” 

Eddie’s cackle echoes through the fairly busy alley. It wasn’t overwhelming, the lanes of either side of yours staying empty, the only other groups several ways down. So far, the date has been good. Even if Eddie was wiping the floor with your severe lack of skill. 

Both of you had opted for Cokes rather than alcohol, Eddie had ordered some sort of platter with onion rings and mozzarella sticks that the two of you had easily been devouring between turns. Playful banter had been kept up easier than breathing, barking words without bite being snapped back and forth loud enough for the entire establishment to hear the two of you being exceptionally childish. 

At some point, your nerves had melted. And you didn’t even need a lick of alcohol in your system for it to happen. 

“Try to aim for the pins this time,” Eddie continues to taunt you from where he’s spread out on the brown faux leather bench you’d been taking turns warming the seat of. 

Your fingers slide into the holes of your ball with ease, courtesy of the grease from all your snacking, “Try shutting the fuck up.” 

More of his laughter sounds off, and you nearly trip on your walk up to the markings on the linoleum wood flooring. It’s a nice sound; a beautiful response to words that could easily read identical to how the two of you used to fight. But these aren’t fighting words, they’re words passed between two… two… friends? 

Is that how you should continue to classify this? Were you and Eddie really still just friends? 

The sound of your ball stuttering in hops across the beginnings of the lane replaces his laughter 

No. Easy question – there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the two of you were definitely not friends. Not enemies, not friends – something different and something unspoken. And for the remainder of this date, you could live with that. 

Eddie sucks in an audible breath, letting the air whistle between his teeth as your ball veers at the last second and misses the pins entirely. Again. 

“Th-”

“Don’t,” you interrupt him, spinning on your heel and holding up a warning finger. It’s harder to hold in your own grin when Eddie’s already smiling into his fist, leaning his elbows onto his thighs as his big eyes peer at you, clearly amused, “Don’t say a word.” 

His knuckles dig further into his mouth.

“I meant to do that.” 

His eyebrows shoot up, still not speaking.

“It takes real talent to avoid pins like that.” 

He leans over a bit further, and you swear you hear him emit a snort from behind that damn fist. 

You open your mouth to continue with the bit when the clattering of your ball returning to the ball rack comes from behind you. Eddie only shrugs cheekily as he finally drops his fist to grab for a mozzarella stick, his smile contained but those damn dimples still flashing you brilliantly. 

Without taking your eyes off him, you hold up a warning finger for emphasis once more, trying to bite down any signs of your own amusement as you take a few steps back in the direction of the rack and repeat yourself, “I meant to do that.” 

“Sure you did,” he muses before taking a bite of the mozzarella stick smothered in marinara sauce. 

“I did.”

“I believe you.” 

“I-”

It seems the Universe is in the business of interrupting you two. As if it seems all that hope and potential flourishing in the space between you two and decides that simply won’t do. As if it’s too much. 

Maybe it is. But maybe, just maybe, you’re enjoying too much. 

Suddenly, before you can even finish your sentence or grab for your ball, the lights of the alley have dimmed. A few spotlights over the alleys themselves light up, erratically waving patches of light over the shining floor as the music that had been playing overhead cuts out to be replaced with some poor employee’s voice. 

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen-” you and Eddie share a confused glance, “-The time is officially ten o’clock, meaning nineties night has officially begun! Have fun, and enjoy yourselves as we throw you back to the decade of Nirvana and Beanie Babies for the rest of the night with these straight jams.” 

Your face scrunches up in a comical cringe before the buzzing static of the speaker can even cut out and the beginning lines of Say My Name by Destiny’s Child begins to play. 

You aren’t entirely sure of how it happens. Maybe it’s all the playfulness in there, in all that electric teasing at the tip of Eddie’s tongue and all that hopelessness bubbling up in your chest as it dawns on you of the fact you were finally on a proper date with Eddie. Maybe it’s simply a good night for you to continue to make a fool of yourself, and Eddie sees it as a chance he’ll always be right there with you, prepared to make a scene as he follows your lead. 

He stands up to approach you where you’re still rooted beside the rack, matching your own grin that blooms genuinely at the sound of the song. 

It was one of your favorite’s. A small fact about yourself you don’t think you’ve ever told Eddie – that you can remember. 

It’s small, at first. Just mouthing along to the first verse as he moves towards you, recognizing that excitement lighting up in you, shimmying his shoulders ever so slightly. He looks like an idiot – he’s absolutely your idiot. 

“Did you know it was nineties night?” you mumble as he gets closer, shaking your head slightly.

“Stevie might have mentioned something about you enjoying nineties nostalgia,” he drawls, still taking sure steps towards you. 

“Did you ask him for advice for our first date, Eddie?” 

“No,” he scoffs quickly, finally close enough to grab you gently by your hips. He’s nowhere near manhandling you, but it’s still reminding you of the game, of the hunt, at play. You’re his prey and he’s officially making his move. Carelessly, nonchalantly. “He mentioned it ages ago. When they were trying to convince me you weren’t all bad.” 

Your smile widens, “Was this around the time I threw a glass at your head, by chance?” 

“Maybe.” 

The dulcet instrumental of the song continues on overhead, beginning to pick up in beat, making you nod your head along as Eddie finally starts to tug you closer. 

You’re in public, and you both should know better than to make absolute fools of yourselves, but it doesn’t seem to matter when all you can really see is him. 

Your friends had also spent ages trying to convince you that Eddie wasn’t all bad, but you’d always known that much. You’d seen glimpses of the good in him from that very first night. When he’d made you feel welcome, when he’d given you a life-preserver to cling to when you’d felt most out of your element. You knew that Eddie Munson was one of those people who had a hardwired habit of trying to make people feel welcome.

Even in a room full of people, when you’d be non-stop embarrassing yourself endlessly. 

All his jests had been further proof, but when he sees your rock on your heels as you enjoy the music, he takes it a step further. He grabs one of your hands with his free one, keeping a hold of your waist, encouraging all your giddiness over the song. Every single person in the establishment could be staring at the two of you – you didn’t care. 

When he starts dramatically mouth along to the chorus of the song, swinging you around slightly, it takes very little provocation for you to join in with him. 

You both could’ve taken a step further, and properly sang along in the most obnoxious voices possible, but you don’t. There’s still the slightest blanket of security there as Eddie keeps the antics mostly silent, reserving his dramatic reenactments of vocal runs for your eyes only. Even yanking your hand up close to his mouth, as though it was a microphone, as he swings you around again. You quickly become a giggling disarray, hardly able to keep up your own footing, eyes squinting with joy and what must be the messiest and ugliest smile possible showing off all your teeth. The type of smile and laughter you’d normally try to hide on instinct. The kind of smile you cover up. 

But you can’t, because Eddie is keeping his sturdy grip on your hands with his own, and he’s drinking in every second of your joy. He’s vibrant as he watches the way he’s entertaining you. Shamelessly staring, making his antics falter. 

“Baby, say my name,” he purposefully sings along dramatically, quietly but terribly off-key.

You can’t help but let out a snort, “Eddie, you’re an idiot.” 

He ignores you, and continues to give you your own private concert, switching rapidly between singing the main song and the backup vocals, which only makes your stomach further ache with laughter. 

This is what you’d been yearning for the last year. This silly side of him, an absolute fool who couldn’t care less about the stares of others. 

The seductive side of him was enticing. The honest version of him nice. But this side of him? Carefree, rowdy, indiscreet? It may be your favorite yet. 

Only the sound of a nearby teen couple mocking you two break the moment, just as you’ve begun to jokingly whisper-sing back into Eddie’s pretend microphone made of your joined fists. They make what must be vomiting noises, and you catch the tail end of one of them jokingly poking a finger towards their outstretched tongue as you finally sigh deeply. 

You should probably feel embarrassed. Later on, when you find yourself in bed later tonight and attempt to find some rest, you’ll probably ruminate and burn yourself alive with all the embarrassment. But not right now; not with your boy still in front of you, smiling just as desperately wide as you were. 

His dimples would probably consume him if you let him go on any longer. 

“Eddie,” you choke out through residual laughter, tugging your hands free as the song starts to fade out. You make no move to remove yourself from him, though. Your arms find home around his shoulders, hands splayed just below the nape of his neck, “People are staring.” 

“Good,” he snipes back, finally dropping the act but not the glee, “Probably entranced by how pretty you look right now.” 

“Pretty? I probably look like a loser. They’re probably already engraving a trophy for world’s ugliest smile-”

“Oh, don’t do that,” his forehead falls against yours, rolling his eyes, “Shut up and take the compliment. I love your smile.” 

There’s something unspoken there. He loves your smile, yes, but he’s also been denied of it for a very long year. It’s the first step of making it up to you, making up for lost time. 

Making a fool out of himself, just to see that goddamn smile. 

With your arms around his neck, his forehead pressed against yours and the tip of his nose bumping yours, the game of bowling is all but forgotten. Even the teens, still side-eyeing the two of you, can be pushed aside in your mind. 

All your insecurities of the night that have crept in the shadows become insignificant. You don’t care how many dates Eddie has been on before you, you don’t care that you’ve clearly become a prey caught in his web. You don’t even care about the way you’re losing. 

It’s the perfect first date. When one of his hands wander, playing with the hem of your skirt, knuckles and rings brushing against bare skin, it’s perfect. 

“Hey,” you whisper, “I’ve got a question.” 

“I have an answer.” 

“You sound very sure there, big guy.” 

“I am sure,” he pulls his face away just a bit, but his gentle touch against your thigh lings. The other hand stays warm against your lower back, keeping you pressed up against him, “What’s up, sweetheart?” 

Not enemies, not friends – something different and something unspoken.

Hearing him say it out-loud will still be nice, though. 

“Does this mean we’re official?” you breathe out, trying to cling to all your bravery and not let it slip away, “Like – God, I sound like a high schooler right now – does this mean we’re… you know…”

“Dating?” he’s grinning, unable to hide his giddiness. 

“Yeah. Dating.” 

The hand tracing circles on your exposed outer thigh rises up to your cheek, brushing along it as he tucks a bit of your hair back. You swear you see it shaking out of the corner of your eye. 

“I sure would like to be,” it was shaking. You know it surely, because his voice is as well. Vulnerable and honest, just how you like him, “We don’t have to tell the others, we can take it slow, but-”

“But we’re dating.”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement – an affirmation. You and Eddie Munson, the man you swore you hated just over a week ago, were dating. 

He only nods, and you consider the way that his dimples might just swallow you whole instead of him. 

Not enemies, not friends – lovers. It has quite the nice ring to it. 

“Well, in that case,” you finally pull away, dropping your arms slowly and letting your fingers catch on the chain of the necklace he currently wears. A red guitar pick, something you’ll surely learn the story behind soon enough. “Better go and roll that fourth strike, boyfriend.” 

His head rolls back, and a joking groan falls from his lips as his neck stretches and nearly distracts you momentarily, “Don’t say it like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re making fun of me, you little shit.” 

Another laugh falls from your lips as you step around him, quirking an eyebrow. Perfect first date, indeed. 

“Get used to it, Munson.”

“I plan to, Sweetheart.”

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[thatdeadaquarius]

it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.

reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).

the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.

or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.

-🫀

ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH

I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO

i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao

IF I HAVEN’T RUN U OFF, 🫀 MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3

U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART

☆

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario

Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,

& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).

FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT

hey so here’s a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!

👉👈 hope u like :)

you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue 👀

and its great bc ur like- “omg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhh”

meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots

literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. they’re all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???

and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-

plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?

Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?

you realize you’re… hovering.

wow, guess you can do that now,

your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.

you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like you’ve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)

and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?

It isn’t until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,

you’ve got more eyes

I mean u thought you’d just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent

but you don’t look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!

You’ve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top that’s around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??

the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, you’re like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)

You’re head… it’s like a dragons skull?? You’ve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??

oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical that’s good!

tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head

where your heart should be, there’s two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!

and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvat’s countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too

and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesn’t wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya

You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like you’ve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee

but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life… and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it

♤

k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away

Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands

Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenri’ah’s “metal beasts”

So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,

Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongli’s help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself

It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?

wow this new body had literal stamina for days

you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and they’re relieved all the signs are being met

◇

honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)

and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??

honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc they’d maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,

u did suspect maybe you’d ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???

and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they don’t think you’re a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-

…maybe you should wave?

◇

As you get closer,

Xiao’s back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc they’re not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-

Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.

Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lóng páo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting

and although he looks as serene as if he’s about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones he’d had to fight

but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited

there’s a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the god’s feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasn’t seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer

The God of All stops some distance away from them

…and the Huangdi of All, just waves. 💀👋

at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.

A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crow’s wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,

and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it

and speaks,

“ ˙˙˙ʎzɐɹɔ sı ʇıɥs sıɥʇ ¿ʍou ʇɥƃıɹ ɯɐ ı ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ sʎnƃ noʎ op uɯɐp”

your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them

Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,

he can’t understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yaksha’s only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive

the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but it’s too,, simple really, to understand

the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, they’re meanings simple and all-encompassing

Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,

“We welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.”

the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,

“ ˙˙˙ʞɔıʇs ɐ uo ʇsıɹɥɔ snsǝɾ ¡¿ılƃuoɥz noʎ uǝʌǝ ¿noʎ oʇ poƃ ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ɯ,ı 'ǝʇnuıɯ uɯɐp ɐ ʇıɐʍ”

your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown

Xiao gulps.

Rex Lapis’ and Ningguang’s spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glance…

…neither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,

you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,

then point to yourself

...and make a peace sign. ✌️

it was going to be a long night.

☆

idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description 😭 I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadn’t even talked about the language yet… anyway here u go LMAO

I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didn’t take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/

Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3

☆

Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

#this is a mess to sort on the masterlist #like language barrier au? #but also kinda blunt? #but also misc. bc ur an eldritch being?? #fuck it #its goin in 2 spots like some of the others that got confusing #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin imagines #genshin isekai #my asks #gender neutral reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin impact sagau language barrier au #genshin sagau language barrier au #sagau language barrier au #sagau eldritch reader #eldritch reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau x reader

[kyouka-supremacy]

BSD Anthologies Masterlist

I couldn't find a comprehensive (and with still working links) masterlist of the translated anthology chapters so. Here we go! Biggest shoutout to this other masterlist by @/yokohama-drip for most of the chapter references and to bsd-bibliophile for chapters 7 and 12 of the first and second anthologies. Titles translation credits go to the bsd wiki. Happy reading!

Edit: Thank you so much @amythedemisimp for the precious additions!!!

1-5 raws

First Anthology -Rei-

Don't Get a Stomachache to Gain a Friend by Hideki

The Things I Hate, the Things I Like by Ichi Kotoko

The Devil Comes and Takes Care by KanaiNeco

Kenji 100% by Enya Uraki

The Detective Agency's Manju Incident by Ui Kashima

A Quiz During Work by Mito Aoi

Karl's Resentment by Tsubata Nozaki /// alternative translation

The Things I Like by Con Kitora

Me and the Cake and Sometimes the Pug by Kazuki Tōgō

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki's Suffering by Akamaru

Fortune-telling Will Bring Good Luck by Yūto Masagishi

Icy Weather by Tam Chashibu

What is a Partner...? by Akaza Samamiya

Second Anthology -Hana-

The Detective Agency and the Port Mafia's Holidays by Mikan Aka

Time Sale is a Battlefield by Guru Mizoguchi

Q's Stroll Day by Kazusa Subaru

Osamu Dazai Quiz Tournament by Hinoki Kino

Ruler! Fitzgerald's Room by KanaiNeco

Thirty-two. Episode Five by Kakashi Tano

Ichiyō Higuchi's Off Duty Top Secret Mission by Ataru Hida

A Restaurant with Many Literary Masters by Ko Nikaido

A Timid Person's Day by Masahiro Jinno

Hot Pots and Holidays by Sho Kimiduka

The Tiger's Repayment by Kotaro

Sweet Outing by Yuzuru Kuzukiri /// alternative translation

Bungos' Joint Social Gathering by Hideki

Stray Dogs' Lucky Spot Disagreement by Noka Nogami

Third Anthology -Rin-

Mother by Hideki /// alternative translation

The Mafia Inadvertently Read a Novel Written on a Whim and Reincarnated in a Parallel Universe by Hinoki Kino /// alternative translation

As You Wear It by Akira Hirahara /// alternative translation

The Devil's Automatic Door by Nanora /// alternative transaltion

How to Find Happiness by Kanae Ikushima /// alternative translation

Hello, Again Winter Dreams. by Pyaa /// alternative translation

The Visitor in the Rain by Togekinoko /// alternative translation

Because My Senior's Healthcare is Also My Job by Roku Sakura /// alternative translation

Good Weather, Cat Storm by Osawa /// alternative translation

Breakfast Situation by Miki Daichi /// alternative translation

Elise-chan, a Smartphone Application by KanaiNeco /// alternative translation

Q's Suffering by Hiko Nekome /// alternative translation

Tiger, Sometimes Cat by Taichi Miya /// alternative translation

The Port Mafia's Medical Check-up by Sakurana Haru

With a Hat, a Man and a Beef Bowl by Oda

Fourth Anthology -Akatsuki-

Poe and Ranpo and Enter and Black Tea by Imaru Adachi /// alternative translation

Apple Demon by Nykken

A Little Break by Siroisora

Exciting Grab Bag by Toriyasu

All Quiet on the Black Cloth Front by Mari Araki

Hirotsu-san's Coffee Shop by Yashino Ayashiro

The Client is a Cute Ghost by Otakumi

The Little Visitor in the Rain by Togekinoko

Fully Automatic Suicide Machine by Zero Akabane

Why Did You Come to Japan? by KanaiNeco

The Story of Kunikida Falling Asleep by Saru Hashino

A Hunting Dogs' Holiday by Hinoki Kino

Infernal Day by Asuka Keigen

The Decision is an Oblate that Enwraps the Pain of Life by Hideki

Fifth Anthology -Kanade-

Masterlist by @/zilinks

Sixth Anthology -Mutsumi-

Given to You Based on Your Level and Love by KanaiNeco

Detective Agency Radio by Yu Kira

GET UP LUCY!! by Kabotya

Poe, Wine and the Setting Sun by Imaru Adachi

Shindafuri Dai Sakusen by Yuri Tsukushiro

Hanachidori by iyutani

What Style Are You? by Kiyo Hasui

'Hitori' yori 'hanbun' by Neno

The Angel's Rest by Mari Araki

Mottomo Erai Egoisuto by Mutsuki Higashioji

Magomusume Sakusen, Zokkō-chū ni Tsuki by Eku Hachida

Boo no Yū by Asato Konami

Do S! Erisu-chan!! by Kakeru Sora

Young Ranpo Wants to Be Praised by Tsuki Anmi (incomplete)

#Need to make this for the other masterpost #Enjoy!! #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anthology #mine #my masterlist #I hope everything is okay‚ please let me know if you notice any mistake!!

[merakiui]

[✎] twisted wonderland masterlist

✿ = nsfw ❀ = sfw ⭑ = yandere ✼ = brain rot (often short drabbles)

a collection of my written works. it will be updated frequently.

ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱʟᴀʙʏᴜʟ

riddle ➳ love me not ⭑❀ ➳ tutor riddle ⭑✿✼ ➳ riddle hits you with his car ⭑✼ ➳ goldfish mer ⭑✼ ➳ more goldfish mer ⭑✿✼ ➳ accidental pregnancy ✼✿ ➳ boyfriend ⭑✿ ➳ getting off to your notes ⭑✿ ➳ fairy-tale felicity ⭑✿ ➳ the birds and the bees ⭑✿

trey ➳ single father ⭑✼ ➳ everything is going to be okay ⭑

cater ➳ step-brother cater ⭑✼

ace  ➳ to be added.

deuce ➳ to be added.

ꜱᴀᴠᴀɴᴀᴄʟᴀᴡ

leona ➳ to be added.

ruggie ➳ accidental pregnancy ✼✿

jack ➳ to be added.

ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪɴᴇʟʟᴇ

azul ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ childhood crush ⭑❀ ➳ princess au ⭑✿ ➳ ceo azul ⭑✿ ➳ contractual fwb ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ magicord mod ⭑✿✼ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ vampire ⭑✼ ➳ clingy, codependent boyfriend ⭑✼ ➳ professor ashengrotto ⭑✿ ➳ ob-gyn azul ⭑✿ ➳ camboy azul ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ his blueberry eyes (anagapesis in paradise) ⭑ ➳ long-distance love ⭑✿ ➳ simply business ⭑✿ ➳ maybe, i'm afraid ✿ ➳ タコの花嫁 ⭑✿ ➳ risky rascality (tsum sex) ✿ ➳ perverse phantasmagoria: a tentacular theatre for the timid ⭑✿ ➳ angels in tibet ⭑✿

jade ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ obsessive fan ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ alpha stalker ⭑✿ ➳ android ⭑✿ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ non-con thoughts ⭑✿ ➳ death row undertow ⭑✿ ➳ monops's reflection ⭑✿ ➳ the most dangerous game [1] [2] ⭑✿ ➳ RABU ⭑✿

floyd ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ obsessive fan ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ alpha prince ✿ ➳ serial killer ⭑ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ fluffy floyd & captivity ⭑ ➳ scummy, sleazy floyd ✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity (omegaverse) ⭑✿ ➳ ebb and flow ⭑✿

ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀʙɪᴀ

kalim ➳ to be added.

jamil ➳ to be added.

ᴘᴏᴍᴇꜰɪᴏʀᴇ

vil ➳ to be added.

rook ➳ 11:11 — sugar dew sewn anew ⭑

epel ➳ to be added.

ɪɢɴɪʜʏᴅᴇ

idia ➳ changing alpha to omega ⭑✿ ➳ conditioning ⭑✿ ➳ magic dildo ✿

ᴅɪᴀꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ

malleus ➳ 100% ⭑ ➳ never-ending noctuary; love forevermore ⭑✿

lilia ➳ general & his spoil of war ⭑✼

silver ➳ to be added.

sebek ➳ to be added.

miscellaneous writings ➳ incubus au ⭑✼ ➳ reverse isekai ⭑✼ ➳ apocalypse au ⭑ other writings for this au can be found under the tag twst apocalypse au. ➳ apocalypse au index ⭑ ➳ yandere tsum tsums ⭑ ➳ virginification concepts ✿

rollo flamme ➳ eden ⭑✿ ➳ crow & goat in courtship ⭑✿

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #merakiui masterlist #✄ - - merakiui navigation - - #there are likely more thoughts that need to be catalogued here #but for now this is the current selection :D #please pretend octavinelle doesn't have many writings compared to other characters hahaaa;;;;;;

[ex-coelis]

charlie slimecicle always finds a way to incorporate chekovs gun in all of the characters he has ever played and I think that's truly admirable. he brings up a small detail in passing as a funny haha bit? wrong. that exact thing is going to make your heart jump out of your chest in due time

#charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #jrwi #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi pd #jrwi riptide #scu #LITERALLY ANYTHING HES BEEN IN #qsmp #the other mc one #HE KEEPS DOING OT #and i eat it up every time #i have a masterlist of every time this has happened. if you even care

[yuri-is-online]

Ok but how did ace even get a girlfriend in the first place? Did she confess and he just went along with it? Did he think having a girlfriend would make him seem cooler? Was it a dare or something? Cause for someone like ace to just go ghost on her and not have an actual talk, kind of makes me feel like these two were not friends before they were partners.

So then, fast forward to nrc, ace is trying so hard to lose the feelings he has for his best friend. Because that's all they are: friends, homies, if you (duece) will. Yuu has the cream of the crop to pick from, he's kind of at a disadvantage here.

Plus, whose to say their entire dynamic won't change the second they get together? He doesn't want to get bored and start to hate one of his dearest friends by proxy, so might as well just play it safe and suffer a little than take that risk and the both of you suffer a lot 🤷‍♂️.

Meanwhile yuu, who still has their old phone/mp3 player, has been playing Jenny by Studiokillers on repeat. Lying in their bed, just down horrendous for this absolute ball of boyish mischief. How dare he, honestly?

Well. At least he gives them a lot of openings to flirt with him?

*disclaimer, I was home schooled so my actual knowledge about middle school dating is beyond non-existent so take what I say with a grain of salt

The information we get about Ace's girlfriend comes from his suitor suit vignette and he does not mention how they actually got together, just some of the things that they did and how boring Ace thought all of them were. And I agree! The way they broke up does not make it sound like they were friends before dating, though they could have been casual acquaintances. The way Ace likes to goof around makes me think he was probably pretty popular, and had a lot of those types of relationships. His description of the relationship makes me think he probably went out with her because he thought she was cute and that it would be fun to have a girlfriend, but didn't actually stop to think about who she was as a person or what dating actually means. And hey, he was in middle school. He was going to be a bit stupid about those sort of things. The experience seems to have made him think a lot about what he wants in a partner, and we know from Ortho he was telling the truth when he's forced to spell it out:

His voice lines flesh out what he wants a bit more; he says he thinks it's important to find someone you have fun with and that he wants to get married later in life. So Ace knows what he wants... he just gets really embarrassed when called out on it and refuses to talk honestly about his feelings (though he kind of does that in general hehe)

So flashing forward to NRC. Ace knows what he wants and Yuu is such a perfect fit it hurts. Best friends to lovers is a popular trope in fiction sure, but in real life? At a school? Yeah right, Ace still has to see them every day if they break up, and not to mention... I feel like Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Yuu sort of fell into their dynamic almost immediately after the mine adventure and didn't ever stop to think about it because of how natural the friendship felt. And Ace knows if things end badly he's losing the whole squad, so yeah. Better to just swallow this and stay where he is. He's still in school! He doesn't need to think about dating! He's got a housewarden to surpass, upperclassmen he admires, and a bunch of idiots to take care of. He can worry about dating later. Besides, these feelings will go away after graduation he's delusional sure of it!!!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch Ramshackle Yuu is literally in a living hell. Maybe they're a bit more emotionally mature than Ace and they just know this could work out but THEY CAN'T TELL IF HE LIKES THEM BACK BECAUSE HE KEEPS GETTING SHY AND MAKING JOKES FML!!!! But like he also lets them steal his gym shirt :ccc and he gets pouty when someone else makes an offer :ccc and really smug when Yuu says no ccc: so like maaaybe? Or maybe not and this meaningless flirting is all they'll ever have and they just. Try to be ok with it and they sort of hate themselves for it.

until Sebek properly joins the friend group and looses his fucking shit

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #aceyuu #ace trappola #had a thought insp by mochi's request they did for me that um #if crowley is malleus's dad #and he's trying to resurrect his mom #there could be parallels between him and ace in a timeloop aceyuu au #they both have a love taken from them by fate #they both have a friend who they've helped inspire to be better that they are forced to abandon #maybe out of fear they won't approve of their methods #maybe out of fear that they will #also started thinking about the steadfast tin soldier and using that as symbolism for aceyuu (i am down bad) #(i have other things i need to do) #(like fix my masterlist jesus)

[ozzgin]

May I ask for a request of a yandere with a willing darling? Like yandere watches his darling deal abusive family situation, shitty job, and then decides to just take her home like a stray cat so she doesn't have to go back to that.

But like, rather than panic as expected, darling is perfectly content to laze about, enjoying unlimited naps in sunlight, plenty of time to rest and recover. And occasionally darling will willingly give crumbs of physical affection after noting how surprised yandere was by how willing and calm she was about getting kidnapped. She's willing to play along with his game to keep her new life going.

Like a cat, she's okay giving physical affection if it's on her terms, and he is kinda cute after all 😉 He is happy to accept bare minimum for now while his new pet adjusts to her living situation, but there's always the future ☺️

I just now realized that I never actually added it to the masterlist 😭 But I have something very similar to what you're suggesting, here.

It's quite literally a parody of a yandere struggling to be a yandere because Reader is, well, too willing. It also follows along your idea of Reader struggling and therefore welcoming the yandere acts with open arms.

If you haven't already, you can check it out and let me know if it is close to what you had in mind! :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #genuinely a little shocked because I went to retrieve the link from the masterlist and I couldn't find it #now I'm a tad anxious I might've missed other works too but oh well

[ellieslittlewh0re]

「 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 」 「 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 」

「 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗒 」 𝟤𝟣, 𝗅𝖾𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗇, 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 & 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 & 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇

╰┈➤ 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇!

୨୧ ⋆｡˚ 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. - 18+ ONLY

#ellieslittlewh0re #shelbys masterlist #navigation #shelbys nav #made a new one bc the other one hurt to look at lol #tlou masterlist #ellie williams masterlist #masterlist #Ellie Williams #Abby Anderson #ellie williams fanfiction #abby anderson fanfiction #Ellie Williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams tlou #abby tlou

[holidaywishes]

Bathroom Sex

Hate Sex Part 3

  Requested: 🤷‍♀️

  Summary: After another playoff drought, Auston finds himself at a club trying to get (Y/N) out of his head but when she shows up at the same club, the two of them can’t help themselves.

  Warning: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst

  Author’s Note: Alright, here’s the deal. I told @w0lvesxpaws that if Here We Go Again… got to 160 notes, I would make a Hate Sex part 3. I don’t get it you guys, but you did it 😂 I have no idea what’s going on but I want to make this clear: my blog is not becoming an Auston Matthews fan blog, but sometimes I just find a rhythm in writing something and I write it. Sue me. Anyway, enjoy this. Apparently, this is becoming sort of a series but I will gauge everyone’s ‘appreciation’ for this chapter and go from there. Cheers! Stay golden, loves! <3

  masterlist

  the other masterlist

xx

  “Until next time” Auston’s words rang in your head for days after you left Vegas. There wouldn’t be a next time, there couldn’t be. This was a mistake that had been two too many times already. So, why were you trying to think of the next time you could do it again?

  “You slept with him didn’t you?” Tessa asked you suddenly as the two of you took your seats at game 1 of the Leafs-Lightning game

  “What?” You scoffed, hoping she didn’t hear the panic in your tone

  “You slept with Auston,” she repeated, “that’s how you guys dealt with your drama…”

  “Sure, yeah,” you tried, “because I have sex with people I hate”

  “Hate Sex is a thing,” she countered, eyebrows raised as she took a bite of the popcorn she’d bought before the game, “not a super healthy thing but it’s a thing…”

  “Well, I can tell you without hesitation,” you lied, “it’s not a thing I do”

  “Morgan might be blind to it but I’m not”

  “Tess” you scoffed

  “It’s not like it matters,” she continued, “if you slept with him but hiding it feels… wrong. Doesn’t it?”

  “No one’s hiding anything because nothing happened”

  “Are you still sleeping with him?”

  “No because I never slept with him”

  “Fucking then?”

  “Tessa!” you gasped

  “If it’s not sleeping together it’s fucking, are you still fucking him?”

  “I never fucked him. We never fucked,” you winced before finally letting out a sigh, “except for the two times we did…”

  “I KNEW IT!”

  “Both times were mistakes, should’ve never happened” you insisted

  “But it did”

  “And it won’t happen again”

  “Do you have feelings for him?” she asked, earning a near scowl from you

  “What? No! Of course not. All it was was hate sex”

  “Sure,” she smirked, “maybe the first time but the second time? You expect me to believe that there’s nothing more than hate there?”

  “Nope,” you said, popping your p, “he drives me literally insane and having sex just kind of… I don’t know, it happened.” Once the game started, after the first roar of loud applause, the two of you stopped talking about it, though you were sure it was still on both of your minds; in very different ways. Around game 4, when the series was tied, Morgan and Tessa invited some people over to celebrate a bit and maybe take some of the pressure away.

  “We want everyone to just have one night with no drama,” Morgan said as he raised his glass and everyone mirrored his action, clinking glasses when he instructed, “so thank you all for coming tonight.” You couldn’t help but smile at Mo’s domestic side which you completely credited to Tessa

  “So…” Tessa smirked as she sat next to you, nudging your arm, “you’re both here…”

  “Don’t do this” you scoffed

  “You think something’s gonna happen?”

  “No”

  “But it could”

  “No”

  “But maybe..”

  “Nope”

  “(Y/N)..”

  “Tessa…” you mocked, before leaning in and whispering, “nothing’s going to happen.” She tilted her head in defeat and you laughed softly, why she wanted this to happen so badly you’d never know but you knew it wouldn’t be long until Morgan tried his hand at matchmaking

xx

Auston’s P.O.V

  Every time you saw (Y/N), you felt nervous. She still shot daggers at you every time she looked at you but you could feel yourself falling more and more for her each time you were around her. It’s not worth it, you thought to yourself as she sat beside Tessa, she doesn’t want anything from you, just stay away from her.

  “What do you think they’re talking about?” Mitch asked, noticing you watching the two girls giggle across the table

  “Probably Mo” you replied

  “Maybe,” he smiled, “maybe they’re talking about you”

  “Like you’re talking about them?” you chirped, leaving Mitch a bit embarrassed before you caught (Y/N)’s stare, just long enough for her to shake her head at you

  “I saw that” he teased, standing up with a grin and patting you on the shoulder before walking away, leading you to smile to yourself at the entire interaction. “Hey” you whispered behind (Y/N) when she went to go refill her drink

  “No” she said plainly

  “You’re still doing this?”

  “Doing what?”

  “Pretending like you still don’t like me” she turned to you slowly and smiled drily

  “But I’m not pretending” she sneered before walking away, her hips swaying side to side and you couldn’t look away. You were still thinking about the way her hips moved for days and the way she teased you in the kitchen, this was more than a game to you now, you weren’t sure you could stop yourself from being around her.

xx

  You had been so busy with work that you weren’t even sure where the Leafs-Lightning series was at now until Tessa called you and begged you to come to the game

  “I swear you’re a good luck charm,” she said with a laugh, “the last time you went, they won, the last one you didn’t go to, they lost”

  “It’s not me,” you insisted, “it’s them”

  “It’s the last game of the series”

  “If they don’t win, they’re out”

  “Then I guess they’ll have to play really hard” you scoffed

  “Just come with me”

  “When is it?” you sighed

  “Saturday!”

  “In Toronto?”

  “Mmhmm” she smiled hopefully and you shook your head, dropping it as you agreed

  “Fine. Pick me up and we’ll go together”

  “Yay!” she cheered. When the game came around, you pushed your way through the Scotiabank Arena as the fans filled the entire space. The air in the Arena was electric, as it always was, but also incredibly tense as the entire fan base knew the weight of this game; everyone wanted to see them win but some had a feeling of impending dread. First period passed by with a few chances for the guys to score but, ultimately, Tampa taking the lead at the end of the period, your heart racing every time someone shot at the net, on either team. You always forgot how stressed hockey made you but you remembered how difficult it was for Mo. You could see Tessa biting her nails as the second period started, a slight worried look in her eyes

  “It’s okay, you know,” you said softly, practically deafened by the horn going off at the same time, “win or lose, they made it this far…”

  “Try saying that to them, any of them” she scoffed

  “Believe me, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Nearly halfway through the 2nd, the crowd roared as Tavares got a goal but began booing immediately after, “what happened? They scored, didn’t they?”

  “Apparently it didn’t count. Goalie Interference” she huffed and you could tell that both of you were expecting Tampa to score immediately after, grateful when that wasn’t the case. You were almost smacked in the face as the person beside you, along with everyone on the stands, erupted in cheers when Mo scored with 6 minutes left in the second period; an undeniable goal. You and Tessa both screamed in excitement, hugging each other when you jumped up. The excitement was soon overshadowed by another Tampa goal and the game going into the third period. There was nothing like playoff hockey, truly, but the more time that ticked by on the clock, the more the odds didn’t seem to be in Toronto’s favour. It went back and forth without too many breaks in excitement but also no new goals as the timer ran down and the Leafs were officially finished their playoff run. “Fuck” you heard Tessa say under her breath, you rarely heard her curse so if that’s how she was acting, you knew this was going to be a rough one for Mo. You intertwined your arm with Tessa’s as you solemnly walked out of the cold room where dreams had been shattered but not leaving before catching a glimpse of Auston’s broken expression; a tinge of sadness washing over you.

xx

Auston’s P.O.V

  The series was over. Of course it was because why would the team go further than this? Part of you was seething and part of you just felt... sad. You were sure, eventually, the team would get further into the playoffs than they had been but right now it sucked and the only thing you could think to take your mind off of it wasn’t going to give you what you wanted; so you decided to find it somewhere else...

  “Auston?” Tessa shouted to you over the loud music, “hey!” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders gently, almost condescendingly

  “Hey, Tess” you sighed

  “How are you doing?” she asked, “Mo just wanted me out of the house so I came here...”

  “By yourself?”

  “I was,” she started before looking back and finding her friends, “but some people decided to join me. Auston, this is Charlotte and Chloe, guys this is Auston”

  “Nice to meet you” they both smiled

  “Nice to meet you” you replied, looking them both up and down, thinking you could waste your time with one of them

  “(Y/N)’s here somewhere, too,” she added, noticing you watching her friends, “she had a date”

  “A date?”

  “Yep”

  “Good for her” you groaned, moving your attention to Charlotte who was quick to accept your hand and follow you onto the dance floor. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, inching your faces closer together, when out of the corner of your eye you saw Tessa talking to (Y/N)

  “Everything okay?” Charlotte asked when she noticed your attention was elsewhere

  “Everything’s fine,” you smiled, leaning in closely until your lips hovered in front of hers, looking over to make sure (Y/N) was watching before you connected your lips with Charlotte’s. It wasn’t a bad kiss but you were only in it because you wanted to make (Y/N) jealous, which would only work if she cared; or if she was there. “Where did (Y/N) go?” you asked Tessa after tearing yourself away from Charlotte

  “In the bathroom” she said, annoyance clear in her tone and you narrowed your eyes once quickly, faking a smile before running off to find (Y/N). “Hey!” You called to her as she waited outside the locked door

  “Hey?” she practically sneered

  “Where’s your date?” you bit

  “Uhh… none of your business?” she laughed

  “I know you saw me”

  “You mean making out with Tessa’s friend? Yeah sure I saw it, what the fuck are you doing?” she spat out, confusing you enough that you furrowed your brow, “you can’t use people like that! Especially your friend’s girlfriend’s friend…” You got closer to her, smirking at her lack of repulsion, “you lost a game, so what? That doesn’t give you free reign over people’s emotions” she whispered just as the door opened, the person walking out clearly surprised by what she was seeing but tried to ignore it, for privacy’s sake

  “Free reign over whose emotions?” you shouted, holding the door open before she could slam it on you, following her in, “some girl I’ve never met? Who I don’t care about?”

  “Get out” she said softly, arms crossed

  “She doesn’t matter…” you added

  “Get out” she repeated, more stern now

  “…not like you”

  “Auston stop!” she growled back, “this is insane! You can’t kiss someone, who you have no intention of caring about, then follow someone else into the bathroom and claim that they matter to you. I mean really… what goes on inside your head?” You waited for a minute as you watched her chest rise and fall, your feet firmly planted where they were, and her eyes finally moved to your mouth. You walked toward her, hands moving to her waist naturally, and her eyes stayed on your lips, “this isn’t how this works…” she whispered

  “Why not?” you whispered in turn

  “Because,” she said, finally looking up at you, a stare so intense that the air around you felt charged with electricity, “I’m better than this. I deserve more than to be used for your own personal gain”

  “You’re right,” you replied, tracing your thumb over her lower lip, feeling her eyes bounce between yours, “you are better than this. You do deserve more. Why don’t you let me show you?”

xx

  He picked you up before you could say anything in return — a snarky comment, a rude look into his own life, anything — and you could honestly say that you lost all clarity after that. His hands roamed your body after he sat you on the edge of the sink and his lips connected with the skin behind your right ear, your hands clutching his shoulders. You wanted to say ‘I’m not doing this here’ or ‘not like this’ but you couldn’t, when your eyes finally met his you couldn’t stop yourself from falling into him. As lips crashed into each other, you hastily brought him as close to you as he could be, his big hands spreading your legs wide before he pushed his joggers down — you hated those pants but man, were they convenient in this situation. He stood there, pants down, before he’d removed your underwear and you giggled at the sight to which he grabbed your face in his hand, not too hard but enough to stop you laughing, and brought your attention back to him. Your eyes focused on his as he pushed himself inside you, your jaw dropping and your body arching back at the pleasure. Fuck, you thought to yourself, why do I keep ending up in this position? He rocked his hips into yours faster as you moaned into his ear, pushing your hands under his t-shirt to feel his warm skin as his muscles flexed

  “Fuck” he moaned in pleasure before he saw the door handle jiggle and soon it was replaced by worry. “Fuck” he gasped, lifting you up and walking you over to the door to press you against it. The extra movement adding a sense of pleasure that you weren’t expecting and you let your head fall onto his shoulder before kissing his neck and his nails dug into your hips, “fuck” he whispered as the crowd outside grew louder and more impatient, banging on the wooden door almost completely taking over the muffled sounds from you and Auston

  “Harder” you whispered and he obliged, your breaths harshly falling on his neck as he tried not to be too rough with you; whether for your sake or so you weren’t caught from the shaking of the door. “Fuck,” you breathed, hands now firmly grasping his hair as you began to ride your high, “don’t stop” you panted in his ear, tightening your grip on his hair and biting his shoulder. The door shook again as the crowd outside began pounding on it, “I’m cumming,” you breathed again and he kissed your neck softly before moving a finger to circle your clit and bring you closer to your climax

  “Fuck” he moaned as he moved you back to the sink, fucking you harder now that you weren’t up against the door. You lobbed your head to the side as he pushed deeper into you, slowing down his movements before he trailed kisses along the side of your neck and your arms fell limply over his shoulders. He pressed his tongue to your skin slowly, continuing to move in and out of you and you were so lost in the sensation that you almost forgot how all of this started; why did he have to be so good at this?

  “Auston…” you moaned softly as your release finally came over you, his having come moments before. Being in a bathroom was handy for clean up, he grabbed a handful of toilet paper and reached around you to dampen it so he could clean you, wiping your thigh slowly as his lips met yours

  “You’re changing your mind,” he smirked, “I can tell. I can feel it”

  “I’m not changing my mind”

  “So you just kissed me back for..?”

  “Habit I guess”

  “Habit?”

  “When someone kisses you after sex, you kiss them back… unless you have, like, rules”

  “You don’t have rules?” he asked and you cocked your eyebrow in return

  “I probably should”

  “You’re changing your mind about me” he repeated

  “I’m not”

  “Oh come on, admit it,” he scoffed as you jumped off of the sink, “this isn’t just hate sex anymore”

  “No? So what is it then? Enlighten me”

  “It’s a relationship” he said earnestly

  “A relationship? What kind of fucked up relationship is this? Hiding it from everyone, fucking in dirty bathrooms, fighting with each other before the sex even starts?” you rambled. It’s not like he was wrong about being in a relationship but it was too toxic a relationship for you to want to admit it

  “Friends with benefits” he stated almost happily

  “No” you scoffed

  “What is it you want from me then?”

  “Me?”

  “Is this it? You just want to fuck me and then act like there’s nothing between us?” he asked sharply, closing the gap between the two of you, “and you say I use people”

  “Don’t you dare” you sighed, not breaking the closeness before he did, “this is not that, this is different. We b—”

  “We what?” he interrupted you, “we both knew what we were doing? What this was? I don’t really think that’s true anymore. I have feelings for you,” he said and his tense shoulders dropped, as if he’d been holding it in for an eternity, “and I think you do too, for me”

  “I don’t” you replied before there was a loud knock at the door

  “Why not?”

  “What?” you furrowed your brow

  “Why don’t you think you have feelings for me?”

  “What are we, in middle school? Because of this, Auston,” you gestured vaguely around you, “I can’t have feelings for someone who tries to make me jealous even though we’re not together. I can’t have feelings for someone who forces themselves into a room with me because they’re upset over losing a hockey game”

  “Don’t minimize it like that. You know it’s not just a hockey game…” he insisted and you tilted your head sympathetically before sighing

  “I can’t have feelings for someone who arbitrarily decides when someone matters to them”

  “You have feelings for me”

  “I don’t”

  “You do”

  “I don’t…”

  “You do” he smirked, still as close as he was before

  “I can’t,” he held his finger up about to interrupt you but you continued, “and I don’t”

  “Oh come on!” he scoffed, “this isn’t about me being jealous or coming in here with you. This is about you being embarrassed for you to admit how you feel about me”

  “You are so narcissistic! God! Why can’t you get over yourself?”

  “What?”

  “Tonight happened because I was drunk and you were sad, the other times happened because… I was stupid and you were persistent. That’s it. You don’t have feelings for me and I don’t have feelings for you”

  “You do!”

  “I don’t!” you yelled back at him, getting increasingly frustrated at the conversation and knowing that you both had to leave, that realization making you walk towards the door

  “You do” he said once more, lightly this time, more heartfelt, and when you didn’t say anything to fight him on it, he stepped toward you. As he stood in front of you, you felt his fingers brush your hand and his feet move ever so slightly toward you, stepping just close enough so his chest met yours when it rose completely. He finally let his fingers trace up your arm until his hand found the side of your neck, cupping it softly as your eyes were locked on his, which were focused on your lips now; looking away just once to find your stare and say, “you do” once more before pressing a soft but intense kiss to your lips. You brought your hand up to his wrist, holding it but not tearing it away, as the kiss lingered, tongues now dancing with other until you forced it to end

  “I don’t…” you whispered, eyes closed, as you took his hand away from your neck, not wanting to look at him for what you were going to say next, “…want to.” Before you even opened your eyes, you felt the giant grin on his face and you shook your head in anticipation, eyes met with a look of pure glee from Auston

  “I knew it” was all he could muster at this point and you were grateful for that — you weren’t sure how much more arguing you could take. Where this left the two of you, you had no idea, but you knew that you couldn’t deny that this was too easy to fall into every time it happened and maybe that meant that there was more to it than you’d admitted before.

#nhl #hockey #tml #toronto maple leafs #masterlist #the other masterlist #auston matthews smut #auston matthews #auston matthews fic

[freyito]

𓇻ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

→ check my rules to see who i write for. i will create a masterlist for those that are unlinked when i either get requests or write for the fandoms. as i continue to finish more games (such as devil may cry or cyberpunk) or anime, i will add onto the masterlists.

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#iv. this other guys masterlist #mortal kombat x reader #overwatch x reader #arknights x reader #final fantasy x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #nier x reader #nier automata x reader #nier replicant x reader #chainsaw man x reader #drakengard x reader #baldurs gate x reader #elden ring x reader #honkai star rail x reader

[concreteburialplot]

New series:

Cool About It

Meet: Amelia Alastor

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x OFC

A/N; I began writing this in December because it was meant to be a light, fluffy, hallmark-y one shot but the more I wrote the more it begged to be a sadder longer, more involved fic. I kept going back and forth between just scrapping it but ultimately I chose to continue. To not derail the original framework of the plot, I’ve decided to keep the holiday setting so… just roll with it & enjoy christmas in the spring ig 😅

Summary: When Noah comes home for the holidays with Nicholas, he runs into an old friend. While catching up, they fall back into the shoes of the children they used to be. Amelia quickly realizes that even after nearly 10 years apart, she still knows Noah like the back of her hand. Their reunion raises questions about Noah’s abrupt and secretive disappearance at 16.

Themes/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, ‘I know you better than anyone else’, hallmark-y? kinda?, [AU] family/childhood trauma, eventual smut, and as always, incredibly sad lol, 18+ MDNI

Disclaimer: this is an au that follows no actual timelines/events, and uses oc's for family members.

Comment if you’d like to be tagged❄️☕️

chapters with smut with have a *

CHAPTERS:

-> 01 - Breaking & Entering

#i’m very excited to finally put this out :) #this post will become the masterlist #will prob be a shorter series compared to my other ones<3 #i know me writing noah only is so scandalous #new series #concreteburialplot works #WIP #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian rpf #noah sebastian x oc #Spotify

[squicksquak]

character.ai bots....

Jason Todd learning your native language (inspired by that episode of brooklyn 99 with Pimento and Rosa) implied fem user just by the fact that his tutor is a woman but the greeting can be edited!

The "Accidentally" calling him your husband tiktok trend with Jason Todd gn user

Girldad Jason Todd doing his daughter's hair gn user

Girldad Jason Todd meeting his daughter's s/o gn user

Jason Todd has a problem with his girlfriend's 3am singing fem user

Lucifer (Obey me!) enjoying a rainy day with you. gn user

(still adding more!)

#feedback is appreciated #if anyone's got requests i can do that too lmao #too lazy to make masterlists foe my other stuff but since I'm starting this just now i thought id just do it #id be embarrassed if i hadnt posted wdw fanfiction on wattpad at one point #anyway #jason todd #jason todd x reader #c.ai #jason todd c.ai bot #obey me #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #om lucifer c.ai #omswd

[sebastianswallows]

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

This was commissioned by @localravenclaw as a gift for @esolean💕

— WARNINGS: angst, fluff, smut, violence

— STATUS: ongoing → updated Mondays and Fridays

⸻ AO3 • MAIN TAG • MOODBOARD

CHAPTERS:

One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen • Sixteen • Seventeen • Eighteen • Nineteen • Twenty • Twenty-one • Twenty-two • Twenty-three • Twenty-four • Twenty-five • Twenty-six • Twenty-seven • Twenty-eight • Twenty-nine • Thirty • Thirty-one • Thirty-two • Thirty-three • Thirty-four • Thirty-five • Thirty-six • Thirty-seven • Thirty-eight • Thirty-nine • Forty

#Tom Riddle #Tom Riddle x reader #Tom Riddle x OC #Tom Riddle fanfiction #Tom Riddle smut #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing #fanfic;englishclient #I think I put too many links in the main masterlist post and now I can't add any more lolol #might just make masterlists for all the other big fics #or split them into fandoms

[whumpsoda]

We Only Have Each Other

-Pet whump, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, multiple whumpers and whumpees, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity

Art-

Sketches of the Characters  Adrastus art  Tied up Darius doodle Malak doodle  Pre-story Nevan and Gen doodle Dari and Ad maid dress doodle Malak expressions Colored Nevan & Malak 

Character voice claims!  Character Picrews 

List is organized in chronological order, numbers indicate writing order!

Early Malak Captivity-

Kidnapping (#9)

Escape (#21)

Straight Jacket (#5)

Understanding (#19)

Breaking Point (#20)

Disoriented (#1)

Early Nevan Captivity-

Taking (#16)

First Bite (#23)

Spill (#14)

Sneeze (#3)

Separate Captivity-

Wake Up Call (#32)

Makeover (#13)

Playdate (#4)

Dress Up (#2)

Foot rest (#8)

Movie night (#6)

Official (#30)

Punishment (#7)

Amara (#12)

Neglected (#18)

Good Boy (#27)

Joint Captivity-

Documentary (#10) 

The Ring (#24)

Small Talk (#28)

If Only (#15)

Sickly (#22)

Wanting (#25)

Familiar Feeling (#17)

Reflection (#26)

Post Captivity-

So Long (#29)

The Hunters (#31)

Bad Days (#11)

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Drabbles & Extras-

Adrastus hypnotizes Darius   1

Adrastus hypnotizes Darius  2

Valentine’s Day Snippet 

Swap AU snippet 

Adrastus’ Timely Trance

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#We Only Have Each Other #masterlist #Nevan oc #Malak oc #Darius oc #Adrastus oc #My writing #whumpblr #whump writing #Whump #vampire whump #pet whump #mind control #hypnosis