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l0v3tast3 · 10 months
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midnight smut w toji after he comes home from work?🙈
i thank you, anon, from the bottom of my heart for requesting this. this was a very fun one to write (─‿‿─) i hope you like it!!! <3
✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, somnophilia (consensual), dom!toji, size difference, size kink, abuse of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), soft!toji but turns into mean!toji, overstimulation, degradation, choking, dacryphilia, spit kink, excessive dirty talk
✎ word count: 2.6k words (not proofread)
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✧ ˖ ° toji knows his pretty little girlfriend doesn't like when he works late, but if he was being honest, he loves it. not the part where he has to work, but the part after that, when he comes home to you curled up on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow while some netflix show plays quietly on your laptop.
✧ ˖ ° he pads silently past your sleeping form and into the shower. it's brief, as quick as he can be; he wants to feel the heat of your skin, not of the water that turns brackish red as it floods off of him. he barely bothers to dry himself off, just enough that you won't complain about the bed getting soaked (from water, at least), and disregards getting dressed completely. the clothes would have been off again soon anyways.
✧ ˖ ° with the laptop shut and placed on your nightstand, toji doesn't waste a second in getting his hands on you. he's gentle at first, like always, wanting you to know he would take care of you, even when he was ruining you. his hand traces the curves and accents of your face lightly, from your eyebrows to your cheekbones to your lips. the vanilla chapstick you always put on before bed smears with his thumb; he'd be kissing it off soon anyways.
✧ ˖ ° the blanket is edged off of you and toji slowly spreads your legs wide enough to wedge his broad figure in between. his calloused hands run up your smooth skin until they're at your hips, raising up toji's t-shirt that engulfs you so the lecherous grin can spread at the sight of your bare cunt.
✧ ˖ ° "such a sweet girl f'me," he mutters under his breath, rubbing soft circles into the tops of your thighs where his thumbs reached, his fingers engulfing toji's favorite part of you to stare at. it's a sight that he's certain he'll never grow bored of, seeing you bare and waiting for him, seeing how tiny and vulnerable you were under him. he ignores his cock that's been aching since before he even got home in favor of appreciating the moment.
✧ ˖ ° it's kept brief as toji brings his hands back down under your knees to lift your limp legs over his shoulders as he lays on his stomach. he's nearly drooling as his mouth hovers over your cunt. one hand spreads over your lower belly while the other locks over your plush thigh before he's licking a stripe over your slit. a low groan rolls out of his throat; you were already soaked. were you touching yourself before you fell asleep? that must be why your underwear is lying on the floor next to you.
✧ ˖ ° he's lapping at your cunt, replacing all your wetness with his spit. toji never cares about how messy he gets. he prefers it that way; it makes the noises of his cock drilling in and out of you louder. every drop that leaks from you is swallowed greedily, tongue prodding at your tiny hole, forcing itself in past your tight entrance until he retracts with a huff of a laugh. "always so fuckin' tight when ya fall asleep," he whispers, mostly to himself, his smile only dropping when he starts his onslaught of your clit.
✧ ˖ ° the hand on your thigh dips down so he can stuff his middle and ring fingers into you. toji's tongue moves in languid circles around the bundle of nerves while he drags the digits in and out, working you open so he doesn't hurt you too much.
✧ ˖ ° you're stirring by now, breaths coming out sharper and more ragged, hands searching for the disturbance of your rest. they find purchase in his damp hair and on his back as your eyes blink open hazily. "mmn, toji?" you rasp, swallowing hard and almost choking when he buries his fingers to his knuckles. his tongue swipes roughly over your clit just to feel your hips jerk under him before he turns his head to plant a wet kiss on your thigh.
✧ ˖ ° "'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?" toji asks with a teasing lilt. you don't get the chance to answer; his mouth is latched back onto your cunt as soon as he's done speaking.
✧ ˖ ° you can barely process the heat already half-built in the pit of your stomach, already spreading to make your legs twitch and tremble, to make your nails dig into his skin and tug at his hair. the daze of sleep still fogs your brain, making you unable to form the words to tell toji you were already about to cum.
✧ ˖ ° he knows, of course. he'd felt your cunt around his fingers, his tongue, his cock too many times to not have the squeeze of your walls memorized. toji knows how to toy with your body as easily as he did his weapons. he knows that when he adds a third finger to the ones pumping more steadily now and sucks on your clit just a little harder you'll cum, so that's just what he does.
✧ ˖ ° the fire that had been built quicker than you could realize takes over your whole body; you can't think, can't breathe, paralyzed by the blinding pleasure toji so eagerly gives you. he's drinking every drop of cum you gush out, moaning into your pussy, mumbling mostly to himself how sweet you were, how hungry he'd been all day, how happy he was to finally be home. a gasped moan forces it's way out of you as soon as your lungs are able to move again. your grip tightens on him when he continues as you come down, but your whine seems to get through to him and he draws away, sucking his dripping-wet fingers clean as soon as he takes them out of you.
✧ ˖ ° toji's raining kisses on your thighs, the hand that was just keeping your arching back down rubbing across your stomach and between your breasts. it moves up to cup your face as his mouth trails after it, making you giggle softly when his lips tickle your jaw. he can see how heavy your eyelids are as the fog thickens in your head again, how you can barely keep your arms lifted to run your hands over his neck and through his hair.
✧ ˖ ° "hmm, did such a good job f'me, sweetheart. ya look tired now, princess, d'ya wanna go back to sleep?" he murmurs as he hovers over you, taking in your dreamy expression with hooded eyes. you nod absently with a hum as you nuzzle the side of your face into his hand; your limbs were just so heavy, so drained of any energy you may have had. if someone asked, toji would say that of course he feels bad about how he's about to twist the adorable look on you, but the sadistic smile that you're too semi-conscious to notice says otherwise. "go back to sleep, pretty girl, it's alright," he coos.
✧ ˖ ° your hands are nearly slipping away from him while he spits into his hand, rubbing it over his rock-hard dick along with your slick still covering him to his wrist and the pre-cum leaking out steadily. just the feeling of your tight entrance as he lines up his tip is a relief to him, melting whatever is left of the tension in his muscles. toji takes one last look at you dozing off, the hand still cupping your face moving down to wrap around your neck, fingers nearly touching without applying any pressure. then he shoves his cock halfway into you.
✧ ˖ ° the air is forced out of both toji's and your lungs, yours in a sharp gasp, his in a moan of pure bliss. the spasms of your walls as your dumbed-down brain tries to catch up make him go mad, sweating at the effort it took to not completely ram into you. he's panting over you, nose-to-nose as he grins and laughs breathily at the state you're in.
✧ ˖ ° you're held down from completely arching off of the bed by the hand still on your neck, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your eyes fly open. toji hadn't been kidding; you're always so tight when you fall asleep, cramped walls making his self-control break down by the millisecond and making you already feel stuffed full. the sting that always follows after he drives into you has tears pricking the corner of your eyes, and toji coos down at you again, his mocking tone much more blatant.
✧ ˖ ° "hah, pretty little baby still too tired to say anything? too dumb from half my dick? don't worry, princess, we'll make the rest of it fit. always find a way, don't we?" you're holding onto the arm connected to your throat and your legs wrap around his hips as tight as they can as a desperate way to ground yourself as your brain goes haywire. toji keeps pushing his hips forward, bullying his length further and further into you, talking you through it all. "almost there doll, doin' so good f' me- shit, so fuckin' tight. you love when i wake you up like this, don't ya? yeah ya do, you love being my little fucktoy. you love when i use you whenever i want, right? right, princess?"
✧ ˖ ° it's all so much, he overpowers every one of your senses, taking over your body by flooding it with sweet pain and hot pleasure. you can barely hear what he's saying over his dick emptying your head, much less able to respond to him. but you try, you try to make your head nod up and down, try to push out anything other than whimpers and muddled moans, but toji shoves the last couple of inches into you just as you're about to.
✧ ˖ ° a mix of a taunting laugh and drawn-out moan come from him as your chest presses up against his, teary eyes widening as you cry out, nails digging into whatever skin of his you can reach to leave welting lines that make toji so happy to see in the mirror. you're so completely full; every time toji bottoms out in you feels like the first time, but when he has you like this, your body still so sensitive from your rest and cumming just a couple of minutes ago, it's so much more.
✧ ˖ ° "ple-ease- ple- toji, ah! wai- nngh!" your vocal chords finally catch up as he starts grinding his hips down against yours in the way he knows drives you crazy. the mess of pleas you whine between gasps are just fuel for the sick smile to spread further across his face; this is exactly what he needed after a long, hard day at work.
✧ ˖ ° "awh, poor little girl, is it too much? mm, it is? that's too bad, sweetie. you're gonna take it anyways. i know you can, you are my good little whore, aren't you? yeah ya are." the tears that had been threatening to spill finally do as he starts slowly dragging his thick cock out until just his tip remains and pushing back in and he laughs again, still hovering face-to-face with you. toji's tongue laps up the salty water, drinking it gleefully. "don't cry, princess, you're takin' it so well, see? my big dick's fittin' allll the way in- fuck- pussy's grippin' me so hard, don't wanna let go of me, do ya? don't worry, gonna keep ya on my cock 'til morning."
✧ ˖ ° he's slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts, gradually enough that you don't even realize until your eyes are rolling up into your skull, body jolting as he keeps you in place with the hand still locked around your neck. you're clinging onto him for dear life as he's smacking his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass wetly. obscene sounds of your sexes meeting fill the room just as the smell of it has; it's so loud, you and toji are both so loud that you're sure the entire street can hear you. neither of you care (toji hopes they can all hear how good he's fucking you).
✧ ˖ ° when you're able to open your eyes again toji is still there above you, watching your every expression with a look that speaks for how much his ego is being fed. he's right there, practically nose-to-nose with you, and all you want to do is press your lips to his, swallow his gravelly groans and briefly stop the words flooding from his mouth that filled your head like cotton. except he won't let you move; tilting your head up only serves to make you cut off your own air against his palm as he leans his head back just out of reach.
✧ ˖ ° his hooded eyes and cocky grin shows you how much he loves how easily he can have control over you. toji loves feeling your dainty neck strain against his hand, loves watching how desperate you are to kiss him, loves how you jerk and writhe under him and hearing how you whine. instead of giving into you, his hand slides up to grip your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks just enough to open your mouth. your tongue hangs out as he lets his do the same, dripping trails of spit down for you to swallow between pants.
✧ ˖ ° "fuuuck, such a good slut, all f' me. you love being my slut, right princess? i know ya do, don't even hav'ta say it." toji gives a particularly harsh thrust, chuckling when you whimper as he stops to sit up. knees pushing under your back to lift your lower body, he takes your legs and presses them against your chest to fold you in half. as soon as he's got you how he wants you, his hips are snapping back against yours again and you wail.
✧ ˖ ° the fact of how sore you'll be come morning is disregarded quickly as you melt into a boneless puddle under him. you can't do anything except weakly claw at the sheets while he holds you down by your legs, toji's fat cock digging deep to hit every spot there was inside you. "already gonna cum again, huh? gettin' even fuckin' tighter around me, god! wanna cum, doll? c'mon, tell me. you can do it, sweetie, you were just bein' a good girl f' me- hah- where'd that go?"
✧ ˖ ° you're looking up at him, fighting to keep your eyes open and to try to form words, any words that could tell him what you wanted. it was just difficult with how unrelentingly he was filling you over and over and over again. you felt like toji was quicksand that you were sinking into, enveloping you completely and suffocating you in the best way possible.
✧ ˖ ° "haa- please-! pl- ah! i wan-" was all it took from you for him to bury himself completely in you and start grinding down again. a thumb comes down to rub hard against your clit and your body goes numb, stock-still save for your eyes rolling back. the words he's still saying are muddled, as if you're underwater.
✧ ˖ ° "...-gotta wake up, princess. there she is! fucked ya too good, hah! rude of ya to pass out on me like that, little girl. i still haven't cum yet."
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dumpster-diving-rat · 7 months
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Rating bsd characters (Port Mafia) based on how likely I think they are to fall asleep on you
(Asked for by kurayamiakura ♡ Also just like the first one, this is mainly while you're both work in the pm, but if you want to think of it as anywhere, do so as you will)
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Ryunosuke Akutagawa
1/10
-He definitely doesn't just sleep at work, even if he doesn't have much stuff to do
-Even so, he does have a more calm side
-He will only fall asleep on you if no one is around, and if he thinks nobody will just come into the room
-Rests his head on your shoulder while sitting next to you
-You can obviously feel him doing this, so you decide to bring it up
-"Shut it." You didn't even get a chance to say what you wanted before he said this
-He eventually falls asleep on your shoulder, his breaths getting calmer by the minute
-He's a light sleeper, and is more alert after waking up
-He doesn't make noise in his sleep, and doesn't have many nightmares, as far as you can tell
-If he has a nightmare, he won't say anything, and will appear calm
He's a calm sleeper, but will berate you if you mention him ever falling asleep on you
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Chuuya Nakahara
2/10
-He's an executive, I don't think he really has much time on his hands
-However, he had multiple missions that day, and it wore him out just a bit
-Personally calls you into his office if you aren't already in there
-"Hun, I'm going to need a favor." He just wants to rest his head on your lap
-Does rest his head on your lap, getting comfortable almost immediately
-He sighs, it has probably been a long day at work for him
-Slowly falls asleep, comfortably
-He's a heavy sleeper, but would wake up if you called for him, or shook him
-He grumbles angrily in his sleep
-He only has nightmares occasionally, but they're mainly about The Sheep, and how they betrayed him
-Other than that he's pretty relaxed in his sleep
Angrily grumbling in his sleep, but you see him smiling slightly as well. Maybe he's thinking of you?
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Oda Sakunosuke (don't really plan on writing him that much, but I had an idea for him)
5/10
-It's not completely unlikely for him to just rest with you, or on you
-He does like to have an arm around you typically as you both sleep
-However, there was a change
-The night the orphans died, he sobbed in your arms, unable to find himself letting go
-Instead of having one arm around you at night, he started completely bear hugging you as you both slept
-Occasionally, he cried, sometimes, he blankly stared out as he hugged you
-Restless nights went from almost none to at least two times a week
-He found himself unable to rest with you next to him, afraid that you'll fall to the same fate as the kids
-This night, he rests his head in your lap as you work silently
-His arms are around you, and he isn't facing you
-He falls asleep slowly, breathing slower by the minute
-He's a light sleeper, but he used to be a heavy sleeper
-He sleeps soundly, occasionally having nightmares
-Although you can't exactly tell he's having a nightmare, you can tell the moment he wakes up with wider eyes, his breathing transitioning from slow and calm, to quick and unsteady
-It's been a harder time for him, but once he sees you, he slowly calms down more
He seems to sleep calmly, even when he's having a nightmare (I apologize for writing this 😭 IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO ME)
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Dazai Osamu (not the 15 arc, this is when he's 18 for clarification)
4/10
-Honestly, he only does this at work when he's bored, I doubt he'd do this on a regular basis
-Rests his head on your lap, probably complaining about everything going on in the Port Mafia
-Tired rambling until he falls asleep
-Mumbling in his sleep quietly
-Very light sleeper, but could be a heavier sleeper sometimes
-Has very few nightmares, but doesn't mention them ever
-Sleeping calmly, but if you make barely any noise he'll most likely wake up
If you ever mention him sleeping on you, he'll act like it never happened, and then sleep on you the next hour for no reason
I'm sorry it took such a long time! I feel like this is not my best work either 😭 If you have any requests, I have an ask box, or you can comment the request. No incest, noncon, dubcon, or NSFW though. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this!
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hyukasmiles · 1 year
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—Chenle—
Description: Look ok- idek
Fem Reader
warnings: NSFW // lactation kink // kinda praise kink // breeding kink (i can’t help it 😭😭) // fingering // pet names (mama/s, baby) // unprotected sex
NOT PROOF READ n almost 1k words long
You shut the door to your babies nursery as quietly as you can, gripping the monitor against your chest. "Baby is down." You whisper to your husband, wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your head against his warm back. "She wasn't hungry, I've gotta pump real quick."
    Chenle turns around in your hold, leaning in to kiss you. "Good job mamas." He mumbles against your lips, squeezing your hip. You don't notice his hand sneaking up your shirt until he's pinching at one of your nipples. "You're leaky baby."
    You whine as he pulls on the bud, moving your head to nuzzle into his neck. "Can't help it when you do stuff like this." Chenle's hands move to massage your breast's, laughing when you push up into his touch. "That feels good, they're sore."
    "My poor mama." He whispers, softly kissing the to of your head. "So good for my baby." You throw your head back as Chenle takes his time with your chest. Soon he's pushing your shirt up and moving to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, shocking a moan out of you.
    Chenle dips a hand into your pants, slowly running a finger across your clothed heat. You look down at his head, milk slipping out the corners of his mouth. "Le..." You gasp, knees going week at the stimulation.
    "You're so wet mamas." He says moving to your other boob. "This feel good?" You whine as Chenle rubs circles over your clit, dragging the material of your underwear across it. His free arm wraps around your middle, pulling you closer to him. "Should we go for Irish twins?"
    You're not really thinking, it's been so long since you'd been able to do anything intimate, so you whine along in agreement, shoving your boobs further into his face. You shudder as the stimulation against your clit becomes too much, curling against your husband. Then he's slipping a finger into your panties, tracing your entrance with his middle finger.
    "You promised me as many babies as I want." His finger is slowly slipping inside you, quickly finding your sweet spots. "One more for now." You whine again, coughing on a moan as Chenle fingers you. You grab onto the back of his shirt, sensitive from your months of celibacy. "What baby? Gonna cum already?"
    "M sensitive." You whine, basically drooling into Chenle's shirt as he moves away from your breasts. You're embarrassed by how quickly your high is building, crying against your husbands chest as you get closer and closer.
    Chenle let's out a little laugh, pushing up against the spongy part of your walls and leaving a small kiss on the top of your head. "Still leaking so much." You cum around Chenle's fingers without warning, resting your body weight against him as you try to catch your breath.
    Chenle doesn't waste much time, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs and shoving his pants down enough to get his cock out. You mewl as he lifts your left leg up to rest around his waist, running his erection along your folds.
    "I missed my cunt, been waiting to fuck you." His possessiveness takes you by surprise, even if it's not the first time he's referred to your sex as his. The fat tip of his dick pushes against your entrance pulling a long whine out of you as he fits himself inside you. "So tight mamas, been so long."
    "Too long." You cry, no doubt wrinkling Chenles shirt with how hard you're gripping it. "So big." He is, long and fat like soda can, perfectly filling you up. Chenle mumbles something you can't make out as he bottoms out, finally taking a few steps to rest your back up against a wall.
    You're so sensitive tears start to slip out of your eyes as your husband stills inside you, kissing away the fat teardrops that stream down your face. "So pretty for me." He coos, slowly rocking his hips. "Gonna get you nice and full baby, give you another one of my daughters."
    You squeeze around him at his words, whispering a string of "please" as he picks up his pace. Soon he's fucking you hard, one hand supporting his weight against the wall and the other one pulling on the stiff bud of your nipple- encouraging more milk to spill out of it.
    "Been so long, not sure i'm gonna last much longer mamas." You tighten around him at his words. "So fucking tight, just pulling me in." You bite onto his shoulder to muffle a moan as you cum around your husbands cock. "Fuck, gonna cum."
You start crying again as Chenle fucks you through your orgasm, overstimulating you. "Please," you whine, scratching at his clothed back. You can feel another orgasm building.
"Just a little longer." He whines as he fucks you. "Doin so good for me." You tighten around him at the praise, sparking Chenles orgasm. Chenle cums so much you feel bloated. "Milking me dry baby." He groans, hips finally stilling.
Distantly you hear your baby crying over the monitor, and you weakly push against your husbands chest to get his attention. "She's probably hungry." You whine as he slips out of you. Chenle looks at you and you shake you head no, "I'm all out. You made sure of that."
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airplanned · 3 months
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Terrible AU of the day:  Zeff and Bellemere get married. Nami, Nojiko, and Sanji are step siblings on the Baratie.
With extra details, because I spent 11 hours in the car today:
He's buying supplies for the Baratie at Coco Village, and gets tangerines from her and asks if she wants to get dinner.  She thinks this is a business dinner and he's going to buy tangerines exclusively from her.  Heck yeah money!  Once she gets there, she realizes pretty quick that he meant it to be a date.  She panics and talks about tangerines the whole time.  He realizes she doesn't know it's a date, gets embarrassed, signs a contract to buy way too many tangerines on a regular basis.
She's embarrassed and keeps sending the girls to the dock to deliver the tangerines in her stead.  Zeff is like, "These girls are too damn skinny," so he'll buy the tangerines, feed them lunch, and hand them a couple casseroles to take home.  Zeff's approval rating with the girls are off the charts.
Bellemere comes down to give him a piece of her mind about how they don't need charity, and he's like, "It's not charity.  My dumbass brat of a kid said he was too good to make casseroles, so I made him make 20, and now I have too many damn casseroles."  She's like, "...IDK what to make of any of that.  You have a kid?"  And he's like, "Yeah.  He's a shit.  I love him...Want to get dinner?"
Even though all three kids are in weird pseudo-adoption situations, they still have big step-sibling energy.  Mostly because Sanji is wary of siblings and has a meltdown any time Bellemere is nice to him.  Eventually they get to a place where the kids are friends who live on the same houseboat, but no one's ready to use the "sister" word or the "brother" word.  That would have to happen later at an emotionally climactic moment.
Nojiko and Sanji are both exceedingly well dressed.  Everyone else rolls their eyes at them, but they're bonding and look amazing.
Nami teaches Sanji to steal things.  They do a tag-team kind of thing where one of them distracts.  No one can prove they've done anything, but everyone knows and is exasperated.
Zeff is the worst girl dad.  But the girls and Bellemere are consistent with calling him on his shit, especially when Nojiko starts hanging out in the kitchen.  Sanji starts teaching her to cook.  Then Patty starts teaching her to cook.  She's a really good, solid cook, and is less of an asshole about it than everyone else, so after a couple months Zeff gives up and throws chef whites at her.
Bellemere takes over the administration stuff and organizing the vendor purchases, because Zeff would rather be cooking and is shit at it.  I mean, look at how much he's spending on tangerines!
Nami is great at charting courses that will get them the best business and avoid storms and minimize time for supply trips.
As the kids get older, they all keep banging the customers.  One of them will do it, and the adults will yell at them, and that kid will calm down for a bit, but as soon as they do, another kid is at it.  It just doesn't stop.
Nami stands up to Zeff for something he said to Sanji, and Sanji has a meltdown.
Okay, I think Bellemere has to die?  Something with Arlong.  Because then Nami leaves to get vengeance or whathaveyou.  Zeff throws himself into his work, Sanji shuts down for a while and starts smoking Bellemere's cigarettes.  Nojiko has to keep the restaurant running.  She's pretty pissed at Nami.
When the Going Merry rolls up to the Baratie, Nami's like, "Aww shit.  I'm not here," and hides on the boat until Zoro has his show down with Mihawk.  When Luffy and the rest of the crew go in to eat, Luffy's like, "Hey, do you know Nami?" and Sanji stares at him and says, "Yeah, we're not gonna tell Nojiko she's here." Immediately goes to the Merry to be like, "Sooooooo..." in the most asshat brother kind of way.
She and Zeff end up having an all-out screaming match on deck.  Luffy's standing off to the side like 😶 horrified and trying not to be noticed but unable to look away from this car crash.   Sanji's 😶 too.  And Usopp 😶.  And the chefs 😶😶😶😶.  And maybe Mihawk 😶.
When they finally calm down and come to the end of their fight, Zeff's like, "Alright, fine.  But nobody tell Nojiko."
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xt1me · 11 months
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[Fic Idea] We Are Legion (MHA)
Listen, I'm still not in the My Hero Academia Fandom but obviously that never stops ideas popping into my head.
Here's my latest fic idea I'll never flesh out into a full story. Not!fic under the cut
So I've read a bunch of my hero academia fics where one or more of Class 1-A become a vigilante. And I was thinking why not make them all vigilantes.
UA gets shut down. And it wasn't even 1-A’s fault.
There is a parent teacher meeting, only it turns out one of the parents, (who had no previous convictions), decided to snap. Turns out they had failed to get into UA back in the day. It wasn't even the practical exam; they failed the written. It’s not like they got into any other hero school either. It doesn't help that they're kind of an ass. And their kid got in but they're bitter and resentful and their marriage is falling apart so they managed to get their hands on some Trigger and they decide to get their revenge on the teaches at UA. Their Quirk is pretty neat. They have time a time Quirk. They can send people forward in time. Usually only about a few minutes, but that's good enough in a fight where that they can disrupt attacks or line up shots. The most they can usually do on their own is a day or two before they pass out. And it not like they ever trained it. On Trigger, however, they can send people forward in time for a lot longer than that. So every teacher/Pro Hero in UA disappears. Even Nezu.
Of course, all the Pro Heroes may have disappeared but they still did this in the middle of a hero school so they are immediately jumped on by the students and pass out from Quirk overuse and get arrested. The authorities discover their Quick, and deduce that the Heros have been moved forward by months, possibly up to a year. So they’re ok, but without any teachers it means the school cannot be open.
Other hero schools have enough room to take on some of the students but the rest have to just be split off off to regular high schools and just do normal school work. The hope is that when the teachers come back, they can cram the hero stuff. Depending on how long the teachers are disappeared for, they might all have to be held back a year. Other hero schools prioritise the older students so 1A is left on their own.
Of course, no one feels good about this. After all, they all want to be Heroes and now they're all stuck in regular high schools, concentrating their academics. They could be up to a whole year behind. The more organized members of the class get everyone together with the people that have big enough private properties, like Momo, so they can practice using their Quirks. But it's not like they can go all out when they don't have Recovery Girl to help heal them and obviously there's things that are dangerous to do without supervision. They can't even do internships since that's all organized through the school. Bakugo isn’t the only one mad that their career has been put on hold before it’s even begun.
So they decide to get together to try and figure out what they can learn about Hero work themselves.
They don’t start out planning to become vigilantes. The were originally just going over all the unglamorous parts they’d need to know in the future. Even people like Denki decide to pay attention to the boring stuff if that's all they can do. And, you know, following basic patrol routes of known Heroes isn’t illegal. Even if they do it when the Heros aren’t there. Even if the Class 1-A curse holds and they get into trouble, as long as they don’t use their Quirks it’s not illegal. And maybe going all together may make them look a lot like a gang so organising things so they go out in teams just makes sense. And having one member of the team held back each time to work as communications hub to research things and listen to the publicly available information on crime is just practical. And sorting things so everyone gets to work with different people in different area on different days just means everyone gets to learn time management and not miss classes. And they can’t wear hero costumes because they can’t act as Heroes but wearing protection is still probably a good idea. And maybe they shouldn’t reveal who they are, after all they are still going to be Hero’s in the future, it’s probably best not have embarrassing mistakes get out while they are learning when they don’t have a school to protect them. And it’s not actually illegal to wear a mask. And maybe they should be practicing codes names in that case.
They were originally going to go with colours as code names since they didn’t want anything related to their future careers and they wanted to keep things simple. But too many people wanted the same colour and once you get out of the basic colours and into ones like aquamarine and chartreuse people kept forgetting who was what. Once they decided they were going to go out in teams on different days they just decided that the ones on patrol were going to “Red” and “Blue” and the one acting as base would be “Green”. It was also decided that if they needed to all wear protection it’s be easier to just have everyone wearing the same thing (Momo could make anything she couldn't buy but it was a lot of work). So obviously they had to have something that would cover everyone's peculiarities so the costume was basically a helmet to hide obvious identifying features like Fumikage’s beak and Mina’s skin and horns. A large cloak to cover Shoji’s arms, Sero's elbows and Ojiro’s tail, combat pants to cover Ida’s engines and maybe some sort of padded motorcycle jacket so you can't tell who's a boy or a girl underneath. And everything is fully covered so Hagakure’s fully visible. No one could decide on one colour scheme so it all boiled down to urban camouflage. Everyone’s also got two pairs of gloves, one in red and one in blue so they could swap them out depending on who’s patrolling. (I imagine people tend to let Kirishima take Red.)
They can’t have any obvious Hero support weapons, as I imagine most are illegal, but they probably can get basic self-defense items. Maybe they get Mei involved. She's probably also very bored now that she doesn't have access to UA's labs and it's perfectly willing to take commissions.
(Do they also wrangle Shinso into things? Probably.)
They can't make arrests so they fit the helmets with cameras so they can record evidence and drop it anonymously to police stations. They also add voice changers so they all sound the same and internal mics so they can talk to each other. The helmets have soundproofing so that other people can't hear any identifying voices, like excessive cursing. Or excessive French.
And there's no denying their learning an awful lot. They all have to fight quirkless so they're getting better at that. They pick up basic report making skills since they have to let the others know what happens on their patrols. Information gathering, tracking, lot’s of stuff Underground Heroes do mainly. But also stuff pro Heroes need like comforting victims and getting cats out of trees and stuff. A lot of minor criminals they either chase off, beat up or give them a stern talking to depending on who's patrolled that day.
But they're not actually vigilantes. As long as no one uses their Quirk they do not legally count as vigilantes. They're very careful about that.
I imagine from the outside looking in it appears to be only two people bouncing around fighting crime. It might take a while for the professionals to realise. A whole slew of Pro Heroes disappeared for a year means there’s probably good an uptick in Villainy. But eventually someone's going to notice.
They have no idea the impossible to predict, shadowy and mysterious duo are like 20 kids yelling at each other and the erratic patrol routes are just the mid points between were whoever is out that day meet up after school.
As usual I don't exactly have a plot here. Other than possibly when the teachers come back they get given a very detailed report on everything they managed to do in a vain attempt to make it look like they're just doing extra credit. Including notations of every single law they definitely didn't break. But that’s it.
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thebooktopus · 2 years
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Yes!! I am pleased to say that April Showers have effectively brought May Flowers to my corner of the world, and I'm happy to be delivering them here to you! Today's theme is Beltane, in celebration of the day!
Coming up later this week will be Hanahaki Disease. Have a rec that you think belongs on these lists? Send me a DM! Drarry unless otherwise noted.
🔥 Endurance of Light by @lomonaaeren // M // 14K // Harry has been turned, and Draco seems to be the only one embracing this new unlife of his. a story about accepting yourself and letting go of the life you expected.
They approach the second fire. It’s bigger than the first, leaping into the sky in thin tongues of flame that turn blue at the edges and lift a glorious halo against the darkness. For the first time, Harry feels his shoulders tense. Beltane is a festival of light, of summer, of fertility-all things that are supposedly anathema to a creature like him. It’s not impossible that the fire could destroy him.
🔥 Turn Alight by @strawberryrosegarden // E // 6K // slow burn, this fic packs a lot into a concise little package. such a satisfying read, I will watch these two come together a million times and never tire of it.
When it's their turn to jump the fire, Draco takes Harry's hand and squeezes his eyes shut. Harry's heart lodges itself firmly in his throat until they're over.
🔥 Beltane Blessings by @bluesundaycake // E // 5K //Percy/Pansy/Neville // probably the most beltane-y of the fics on this list - starts out with a beautiful community and family gathering, but when night falls... watch out. ritualistic and hot hot hot. LOVE this triad.
Today Pansy felt like a fertile flower, ready to enshrine her roots into the ground. Ready to grow her family into a carefully tended garden.
🔥 The Door to May by @noeeon // E // 5K // starts off heated and then only escalates from there. I'm sure you all know how I feel about locker rooms... this one ranks pretty high up there.
“I don’t usually like Beltane at all. But this was not bad.” Malfoy looked almost shy at the admission.
🔥 It's Magic by @frumpologist // E // 4K // Hermione/James/Sirius// Beltane magic combined with animagus magic combined with threesome in the woods? AND James and Sirius are *talkers*? ::whistles:: fire emoji.
“You know the one thing we didn’t get to try…” Sirius suggested, a sly smirk lifting his lips. James tried to shake his head no, no they weren’t going to be doing any of that now, but it didn’t deter his best mate at all. “Beltane magic is said to be most potent when there’s passion involved.”
🔥 Stuck on You by @this-girl-is // E // 3K // pwp, full of everything I love about this pairing: uppity Draco, patient Harry who takes him apart and brings him back down to earth. SO good.
He'd been right about one thing though. The light from the bonfires fucking loves Harry. The diffuse light limns him golden, throwing the gentlest of shadows to emphasise the light curvature of muscle in his arms and torso, and deceptive fragile-looking hollows at his wrists.
🔥 The Man Who Used to Live by @versorphelin // M // 3K // quick and dirty, this glimpse into the less-than-glamorous life of Harry Potter post-war is an intriguing read, full of execellent details and a different take from the usual.
Harry also remembered wet streaks on his own cheeks, and gasps of satisfaction. Frankly, he wished he could remember less.
Art!
🔥 Beltane by @senlinyu, art by @elithien // M // 988 + art // Dramione
🔥 Bonding by @awesomedig // G // art
🔥 Fulfillment by @sugareey-makes-stuff // E // art
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petrokhelidon · 10 months
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@valour-bound asked: “ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “ ft leon
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Of course it would have to be a damn routine mission where everything goes to shit before Leon even has time to devise a solid plan. Words hushed to the wrong person, a step set in the wrong place at the wrong time and their cover blown to bits with little else to show for it but the sour taste of panic at the back of his throat and his fingers tacky with Redfield's blood as he presses them down on his partner's side whilst trying to haul them somewhere safe.
The sound Chris made when that slugshot tore through him, powerful enough and close enough not even their protective armor could stop it is something that will surely haunt Leon's dreams: a sharp, high-pitched cry like a kicked dog followed by a sobbing gasp as Leon only just managed to catch the guy from collapsing in shock and pain.
He's pissed off, beyond furious, because he's pretty sure that bullet had been meant for him. Angry, because it isn't supposed to happen this way; because anger is easier than focusing on the dread and the fear that crawls up his spine and crows his throat like bile at that irrefutable sound of Chris's pain still echoeing around in his brain. He'd watched the guy get thrown around and get back up like nothing had happened, get crowded by zombies and still come out on top, the very damn thought he'd get taken down by some common thug with a shotgun was just━
No. He wasn't going to think about it. He couldn't.
He kicks open a door and breathes a small sigh of relief when he finds it empty, tucked away enough they can hide here until back-up comes. He gently lowers Chris to the floor, staunchly trying not to notice how heavy the man had become against him in that last stretch, gives him the low order to keep pressing down on that wound and sets about barricading the door before he does anything else.
" Let me take a look, " Back at Chris's side then, sinking down to his knees, Leon struggles to keep his voice even and his hands steady as he sets about laying out the first aid supplies on hand, slapping one of Chris's hands away when the man tries to fumble off the kevlar himself, " Don't move. I'll do it. "
His hands are gentle, careful, despite the thunderous look furrowing his brow, the pinched set of his lips and he even gives Chris' wrist a soft squeeze when he feels the man wince and grab for Leon's shoulder to ground himself as sodden fabric peels away from the wound. It looks ugly, ragged, bleeding too much for Leon's comfort, but at the very least it seems to have missed any major organs. He doesn't know whether the bullet's still inside, but doesn't quite dare to look. Instead, he starts with cleaning it out, the soothing noises falling from his lips without conscious thought each time he feels Chris tense or inhale sharply. It's easy, to stay focused on this for now, keeps his mind from spiraling and he almost feels like he has some modicum of control, convincing himself he can do this, can keep Chris together until they're here to extract them.
And then Redfield opens his mouth.
“ I must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “
" Shut the fuck up, " The retort is almost instantaneous, as quick as a bullet and just as sharp as his anger swells anew. There's a warning in that tone and he has to still his hands to keep them from shaking, to keep them from shaking Chris and undoing his hard work. " Or I'll stuff one of these bandages into your mouth and do it for you. "
Blue eyes lift to meet Chris' brown hues and rather than seem cowed, the man just looks resigned, a lopsided quirk to his lips a cross between sad and utterly, utterly fond. Don't you dare, Leon thinks, his own eyes darkening, his throat tight. Don't you fucking dare.
Keep going. He forces himself back to the work, back to tending to the wound even though his focus is wavering, his mind and gut churning.
The thing is, though Leon's always been known to remain calm, collected to the point of cold even during crisis, has always managed to assess any given situation for any possible outcome and contingency, he's quickly coming to the horrible realisation that in all his life, in all the years of doing this, he'd somehow never imagined a scenario where Chris would be the one to go first. Where he'd be the one left behind. Chris Redfield, who even before he'd ever properly met him had somehow always seemed larger than life through Claire's stories of her awesome big brother and his exploits with the BSAA. He'd respected and admired that man long before they first talked and even though the guy did turn out to be somewhat of a single-minded asshole at the best of times, he still managed to beat every expectation Leon had of him.
More than that, after New York, after Chris reaching out his hand in friendship, Leon had come to rely on him more than he was willing to admit. Like a rock in the storm, that irrefutable knowledge that no matter how bad shit got, Redfield would be there to have his back, and Leon would be there to do the same had somehow become like an anchor to keep himself going; and somewhere along the way, admiration had turned into something deeper. Something Leon had never allowed himself to truly consider or feel, because it just didn't fit into their line of work and it was a can of worms better left unopened.
Until now. Until Chris' blood staining his hands and the man looking at him with that damnable smile in a face too pale, like he was gearing up to say goodbye. And of course he fucking does, despite Leon's warning. You should go, he says, the moment Leon finishes fixing the bandages around his middle. Find a way out. You'll be fine without me, I'll only slow you down.
And that━ no. He won't have it.
" Jesus Christ, you self-sacrificial asshole, " Leon hisses, features contorting with something akin to anguish and fury, his gaze narrowed and lips an angry slash across his face. His fingers find Chris' hair, curling harshly into short strands, his other hand pressed against bare skin above the bandages as he slots one knee between Chris's legs and leans over him, eyes flashing. " If you truly believe that even for a second, you don't fucking know me at all. "
And with that, he closes the final distance, slotting their mouths together in a harsh kiss, uncaring of the consequences, uncaring of whether Chris responds in kind or not, his lips moving against Chris' own, pressing his advantage by tasting his breath the moment the other man goes slack against him, the moment those lips part in surprise. It is a selfish want, a surge that has him move forward with an impulse uncharacteristic to him, Chris so gloriously warm and alive beneath him, a selfish want for him to understand that there is no without him for Leon, that there's never going to be any scenario where Leon would be fine living a life that didn't have Chris Redfield in it, somehow.
His hand moves briefly from Chris' side to cup his cheek, a low sound escaping him as he feels the other shudder and then, finally, he wrenches himself away. His eyes are dark. His expression already shuttering, bangs hanging in his face like a shield as he picks back up the layers of his composure. " We're getting out of here. Can you walk? "
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forlornfrancis · 2 years
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Hello!! Glad to have found your blog!! <3
Might I ask for some hc's with Javier Escuella and a time traveler fem crush? She's been with the gang for some months now and he's head over heels for her, same goes for her but she's too awkward to do anything about it; so the entire gang sees these two flirting with one another daily and they're ✋🏻so done with it.
Bonus points if she also has modern reader quirks (making modern references, teaching them stuff from the future, etc).
Sorry if it's too much. Thank you! 😊
I really like this, and thank you for requesting!
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It’s been a few months since you’ve joined the Van Der Linde gang, it’s definitely not what you had imagined. Everyone seemed to like you though, well Strauss and Karen think your some demon sent from hell and won’t get too close to you. But you’ve also taken a particular liking to one of them, Javier. Oh the way he made your stomach churn and your heartbeat increase, he was simply beautiful! You adored him, but there was no way you were gonna tell him you felt that way, you just couldn’t. You would never want to risk the relation you have now. To be honest, you thought you were pretty good at hiding your love for him. The gang saw straight through you, everyone knew about how you felt about Javier, well except Javier himself.
Staring into the campfire flames you listened to Javier’s beautiful voice sing something, you weren’t quite sure as you were thinking of your future together, ‘Hey? Are you alright (Y/N)?’ Uncle asked, the sudden question made you jump but you responded ‘yea I’m okay, just.. tired I guess.’ You took your burning eyes away from the fire and looked around. It was Sean’s return party everyone was having a good time, you didn’t wanna ruin that with your moping so you got up and went to your tent.
I was singing a song about (Y/N) not that she’d know though, my love for her was a secret, and I planned to keep it that way until I had enough courage to tell her. She was beautiful, her hair was lightly flowing in the night air, the way her beautiful eyes reflected the fire, and your pretty lips he wished he could have all for himself.
He continued to sing and play his guitar but paused when he saw you get up and leave. He called it a night and followed you to your tent shortly after, ‘Hola, are you okay? I saw you left and you looked upset.’ He said after he walked in and sat down on your cot, ‘Yea I’m okay, I guess. Y’know I keep saying I guess after everything I say. I don’t really know. But why? Why did you want to know if I was okay?’ Your heartbeat quickened once more as your mind raced with thoughts thinking maybe he loves you, but you shut all of it down so you wouldn’t look like a complete fool. He shrugged and said ‘Well you normally always listen to me sing and well, I guess I like it? And seeing you leave made me confused.’, your stomach started to hurt from all the excitement, and in a single moment without thinking he kissed you. And you couldn’t believe this was happening. Javier Escuella. Just. Kissed. You. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you just awkwardly left them down by your side. After he pulled away it felt like you walked into heaven and walked right out, ‘Sorry, I needed to do that. I have been holding my love in for you for so long, I felt that if I held it in any longer I would explode.. Sorry if you didn’t like it.’ Javier said, oh but you loved it more than loved it really, you yearned for it. But you didn’t know how or what to say, so you didn’t, instead you wrapped him in a warm embrace and peppered kisses all over his face. It was a long night. For you and for others.
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It’s been a few weeks since you and Javier have started your relationship, the camp loves the two of you they think you two are the perfect couple, well asides from Micah he’s disgusted. But anytime he tries to say something Javier shuts him up real quick. You had been teaching Jack about video games and let him play some on your phone, he loved it, Karen thought it was witchcraft, Abigail was happy she could get some sleep, and John was drinking as always. You hadn’t noticed Javier staring at you, he was daydreaming about starting a family with you. What a lovely mother and wife you would make.
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the-firebird69 · 6 months
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There are few other things in punta Gorda and Port Charlotte you're getting ready for tomorrow when he goes up there and he's kind of interested in getting there it's a pain in the ass he likes to be in a different atmosphere on occasion it's like house arrest here and we noticed that too the only thing you can do is go to the mall and look at retards and walk around and buy some food and it's a terrible terrible day when he does it the oxygen deprivation and degradation they haven't eat stuff that's not right I'll tell you that he's under dress and it's worse than that he is under house arrest by the people here and that's the warlock and we're going to hold them to it and we're going to get to business now
-his entire need of an altered source of income it's a few reasons for that people are thinking of attacking DC and New York Virginia and the Carolinas and it kind of would make a mess out of the place and it would ruin law and order possibly globally and it appears that the attacks are coming and they're not going to be permanent even the sand gets pulled out pretty quick but it is going to cause disruption and unrest globally and part of the cause is that they're all holding him to the social security crap and that brings us to this point there is a lot of talk about doing away with people who are having him stay on it they do not want this kind of crap they don't want to call him names or have them look down on and have them run around and just get rid of people because they're allowing it it's ridiculous they have no controls on him at all they're allowing him to kill everybody and take over and put bases where he wants what kind of a plan is this but it's a plan of nincompoops that's what they said and he says exactly how it is it's Johnson's social security and it gets a lot worse they're giving me a dead end and they know about it and they said he's fighting for his life like we are against including you Max it's absolutely true the foreigners have a better system when they're fighting each other then these guys do when they're fighting each other that's true too it still help people who are valuable while they're at war. And we seen it for a long time Dave and Carol we're happy overseas and we're miserable here and her son grew up in misery
-we're not doing stuff about it and we're enacting rules and loss and the McDonald's are far better at helping him and even Stan and Biden and there's some family there too and Ken and the big guys the big guys used to get almost everything for him the kind of shut down but the McDonald's or agreed to work with him it's out of necessity they say they're good at it and they are they're helpful and they are helpful people and he's going to start getting bigger for everyone's plan here and their own and he does need assistance with it he's going to be a big mouth we're going to have to step in and that's why he's doing it and he knows it but there are some side effects to it when people trying ding you in a certain way and physically will he probably won't do it too much but people provoking and they will see them provoking him and it makes a big difference when he's bigger he won't bother anyone basically he noticed when he's pumped up and people are smaller they leave alone so he doesn't bother them and they're actually happy with that when it's happening but there are some people who like to bother him and pester him and he's going to be big and lethal and the police want to register him and all the stuff and it's going to help us and yeah he might get into a fight and he said I'm going to defend myself and Olympus has to be ready for it because that's how it's going to go and we do know what he's saying that's how it's going to go and we have to be ready for it where these heroes we fought with their hands a lot when we were here and he might have to he might have to today and tomorrow and we are aware then and we are ready for it people are always Adam and it doesn't mean he'll get out of it not without our help and he knows it. And it doesn't give him a carte blanche either and he tries to get out of stuff these assholes in the house won't let him out of it and we are going to go after them now hard we hear their reaction to the noisy made on purpose and they are spent and we're going to put it up there on the board now couple other things but we're going to publish
Thor Freya
Olympus
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sunshineduo · 3 years
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oh i really wish babygate was just cringe, that shit was harmful
i'd like to think we have a better understanding of personal boundaries that would prevent anything like that from happening here!!!!
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beeindaclouds · 2 years
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idk if you've done this but jealous dsmp?
(ignore if needed)
I haven't yet, surprisingly lol
Hope you enjoy <3
DSMP being jealous
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Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude × Reader
Click here before requesting, please <3
❝ Dream ❞
Is see him being a pretty jealous person
Not to the point of being too posessive
He's gonna act jealous only if he feels threatened
Like with ex's or random people that try to steal his partner from him
He also loves to show off that you're his whenever people like that approach you
The look on their faces is something he adores
❝ Georgenotfound ❞
It takes a lot to make George jealous
But only because he's not a very expressive person when it comes to this stuff
I feel like if you get him at the wrong time he'll start acting jealous
Like the time he wasn't in the best mood, that's why you were out
And you two happened to stumble upon your ex who shamelessly flirted with you infront of him
George, having surpassed the line of "stay calm", pulled you into a passionate kiss that lasted way longer then you thought it would
After pulling away he coldly said to your ex "Now that you know that they're taken could you fuck off?"
❝ Sapnap ❞
He easily gets jealous, from small to big things
Hugging a pet for too long can make him jealous, which is noticeable because he's always pouting
But if someone is flirting with their partner?
Oh boy...I feel almost sorry for the person
Sapnap will slide his hand on your waist, giving the person the most mocking face he's ever put
"Darl, who's this? Another one of your little obsessed idiots?"
But do they quickly get shut down cause Sapnap gets scary? Oh absolutely
He loves to drag people down with his words
Does it spark rons if fight? Yes
❝ Badboyhalo ❞
He very very very rarely gets jealous
Like it happens once a year lol
A lot of people underestimate him, cause he's the sweet looking and sounding Badboyhalo
But never judge a book by it's cover
You two happened to stumble with him during a date, and your ex was quick to attack your "nerd looking boyfriend"
Your ex learned this the hard way
Bad covered yoru ears before mumbling soemthing your ex
The face of cockiness changing into a scared one happened so quickly that you didn't have time to process it, cause your ex was already running away
"What did you tell them?"
"You don't need to worry about it my muffin, they won't bother you anymore"
❝ Quackity ❞
He for some reason does not seem like the kind of person that would get jealous, especially by ex's
Cause like, if you broke up, that means that your ex sucks and that he's better so
But he does get a bit jelly whenever his friends get too close to you, jokingly or not
One time you and Karl were togheter for hours, but it was only because you barely got to see eachtoher
And Quackity got a bit jelly, glaring at Karl whenever he wasn't looking
The poor boy had shivers running down his back the entire day, without knowing why
To the mexican's joy, Karl left early cause he thought that he was getting a cold
❝ Karl Jacobs ❞
He's another pounty jelly bean
But he gets jealous only when you're not paying attention to him
He wants everything from you
And when you don't give it to him, he'll cross his arms and pount
He'll stay like that for hours if he needs to
You always give in after a while, it's imposible to ignore the cute fluffed up cheeks complimented with the little angry whines
And like a swith, his mood will go back to normal
❝ Wilbur Soot ❞
He rarely gets jealous
Cause c'mon. Who would go against someone as handsome as him?
They have no chance anyway
But sometimes, people will get cocky enough to try and test him
Like that time one of your friends, that totally didn't have a crush on you, was getting a bit to touchy for yours and Wilburs liking
The friend got scared so quickly by Wilbur's cold stare that they ran off before they could make another move on you
The british man only glared your poor friend down to warn them about their doings
❝ C!Technoblade ❞
Literally who has the balls to go against this man?
Idiots. That's who.
Techno is good at keeping emotions hidden, he's done this his entire life so he was now an expert at it
But from time to time is good to let loose a little, no?
Like that one time an obviously drunk villager decided to pull you cause he "wanted to get to know you better"
Let's just say they not only did the villager get to see the Blood God himself, but also see him in action first hand
❝ Nihachu ❞
Don't let her cute appereances fool you
She gets jealous when she needs to be
Some of your friends like to get, too touchy, with you
You have by now grown accustomed to this type of affection
Niki, not even one bit
So from time to time she loves to remind who you belong to
And she also makes sure that your friends also know about it ;)
❝ Eret ❞
She's a pretty chill person
She never had the need to be jealous of anybody or anything
But oh did she feel her blood boil when one of your ex's got too close for comfort
Before you could push them away, there she was. You're beautiful partener, towering over you and your ex
She didn't need to glare or say anything, your ex was scared just from her aura
Which also scared you too, since you've never seen her like this
Make sure to thank her later tho
❝ Punz ❞
You cannot tell me that he wouldn't absolutely put whoever was even thinking of making him jealous in their place
Punz can get possessive, not in a toxic way, but whats his shouldn't be touched
That's why he was currently glaring at the random girl that decided to randomly touch you cause "you have a cute jacket"
He doesn't give a shiz about gender, no one should touch what was his
So to prove his point, he ppulled you into him
Soft trails of kisses were being left on your shoulder, his mumbles about leaving just added to the pleasure, and his eyes never left the girl in front of you two
She scoffed and walked off, making Punz chuckle in victory
❝ FoolishGamers ❞
Foolish has two kinds of jealousy
He'll either get jealous over little things
Like you paying more attention to a movie then giving him the kisses that he needs
To solve that problem he'll start getting in the way of what you're doing
Or he'll get... seriously jealous
I'm talking lingering touches, deep kisses for you followed by cold glares towards whoever was trying to get to you
But he is always quick to go back to his usual self after the probledm was taken care of
❝ Awesamdude ❞
For some reason the idea of a jealous Sam makes me weak-
Mans so handsome, it takes courage to try and go against him
But y'know, people love to use fake confidence to get through shiz
That basically what happend to you
Someone had the audacity to show off something he was doing to you, even if they were doing it quiet horribly
Your handsome boyfriend didn't waste time in shutting them down and showing the person that you were already taken
The guy continued bullshitting, trying so hard to impress you in every way
But you were too focused on the sweet words being whispered to you by you dear Sam
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kiridarling · 3 years
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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐔𝐏!
shouto todoroki | f!reader, ceo heir!shouto, mirror sex, hair pulling, choking, inappropriate use of showerhead, alcohol. minors dni!
— 3k words
"You're so pretty when you make a mess, aren't you?"
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Miss Y/N,
I couldn't help but notice the latest project my father assigned is extremely difficult. If I'm going to be completely honest, you'll work yourself to death at this rate, and your greys double by the day. Drinks on me at Club 777 at 7 pm. Sound like a deal?
— shouto todoroki
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“A club.”
“Glad you could make it,” Shouto gives you a small smile; it’s anything but hostile. And yet, that’s all yours is as you assume the space to his right in the velvet crescent booth. “I hope it wasn’t too hard to find. Club 777 is pretty popular around he—what are you doing.”
As your fingers fly across the keyboard, you give him an indignant huff, the screen highlighting the underside of your face electric blue as you continue hacking away at your presentation. If you’re going to be forced to go out, you’re going to make the most of it—and that’s by getting the work that you would be getting done at home, at a club. And a rather loud one, at that.
"You're a workaholic," he observes with a sigh, and you flash him a fat sarcastic smile. Stupid fucking CEO heirs and their entitlement.
"Congrats, you've solved everything! Can I go home, now?"
"No," Shouto frowns before he rudely snaps your laptop shut and sets it to his right. Pushing a plate of clear-colored shots your way, your eyes bulge—there have got to be at least fifteen. "Drink up—it'll take the edge off."
You blink between your coworker and the shots. You trust Shouto and you've known each other for a while...somewhat. His father is your boss, and with Shouto as the next in line you’ve got no choice but to play nice. He’s as cocky as he is aloof, but you suppose he’s fine overall—and he's seen you break your back over this project for a solid month and a half. Positive you won't be able to keep your conscious from running laps over all the work you have to do otherwise, you snatch the first shot and chuck it down your gullet with worrying enthusiasm. Shouto lifts an eyebrow and you reach for another.
"Thirsty?" He chuckles, before grabbing a shot for himself. The second shot burns, but never as much as the first, and the back of your hand catches what doesn't make it into your mouth as you say:
"More than you could think."
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"And then—and then I was like, um no sir, I think you got my change wrong by at least five bucks! He didn't believe me, like at all."
"Did he make a fuss of it?"
"Of course."
"That means he has a small dick," Shouto advises with the second to last shot in his hand, wrist-watch glinting in the club light. His face is a deeper red than his hair and you've never noticed how nice a suit fits him as if you don't see him in one every day. You giggle at that, too far gone yourself to be offended on the stranger's behalf. Shouto's jacket drapes over your shoulders like an oversized blanket even though you bickered about not being cold, with enough alcohol in your veins to warm a village.
"Probably," you rest your head against the crescent booth, dismissive at the softness from the red velvet that’s probably ruining your hair. "Either way, I pulled a Karen and called the manager on 'em.
Shouto nods, "As you should. Once I tricked my father into thinking he had a very unhappy customer by sending him a million emails from 'John Appleseed' and calling his personal secretary twice as much."
You cackle, throwing yourself across the table at the thought of your Boss’ face hot and red with anger (as it does.) Shouto's loved nothing more than to make his animosity against his father well-known—to you, at least—and to say bored Heir been getting creative the past few months is an understatement. "Oh fuck—when'd you stop calling?"
Shouto shrugs, muscles rolling underneath his white dress shirt, "Once I filled his voicemail box.”
He holds a smile, small and distant, as he watches you wheeze as if he just told the funniest story in the world. In your defense, Shouto's never really been a funny guy, but he does funny things. Like when he stares at you when he doesn’t think you notice, or when he gets so close your chests nearly touch, but doesn't notice it. Doesn't point it out, at least. You find your laugh dying along with the smile on his face, though, and when he says nothing afterward but stare.
"...Shouto?" You snap in his face to make sure he's still in there—but it's hard to tell, with his glazed eyes and scarily steady breathing. His arms find either side of you, and you're too tipsy to realize you've been caged against the booth until it's too late.
"Your eyes are quite mesmerizing, Miss Y/N," he marvels. You can smell the vodka on his breath, and positive that compliment would’ve set your face aflame if the alcohol hadn’t already, any hints of cherry obscured by the neon club lights.
"I—um, thank you," you giggle, and if you were sober, you'd shoot yourself in the foot for reacting like a school girl. But you suppose you can give yourself some leeway—this is Shouto Todoroki after all, and for some reason, he's complimenting you. "You...you aren't too bad yourself."
"You wouldn't mind if I got a little closer, would you?" Though Shouto holds a cheeky half-drunken smile on his own, knowing any closer will result in nothing but a kiss and perhaps a little more. His eyes flicker to your lips the same time yours flicker to his, and you and you catch a heat in his eyes you didn’t notice before.
"Not at all."
You blink and Shouto's lips are on yours. They’re soft, painfully so, and it's clear he knows what he's doing—with his hands dropping to your waist and tilting his head ever-so-slightly to the right. Nudging your lips open, his tongue easily finds it's way around, mapping the insides of your mouth and taking note of what makes you shiver the most.
Shouto tastes like vodka. It's a familiar taste, one that you associate with seven minutes in heaven and quick make-out sessions in high school—and yet this time it spurs your heart to beat faster, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in even closer, as if it's possible.
When you pull away it’s clear neither of you really want to, but unfortunately you need to oxygen to live, chest heaving in unison as your eyes catch his own. Shouto's grip tightens around your waist as he licks over his already wet lips, glossed by what you assume is your spit.
“You’re one dangerous woman,” he rasps with swollen lips. You giggle, but you know he knows his words’ effect on you because goosebumps are impossible to hide.
“Thank you,” you respond, a bit awkwardly—because what else are you supposed to say?
"I'm positive it isn't the alcohol talking when I say I want to take you right here." Shouto growls as his eyes hold you in your seat. You shiver, the request sounding impossibly inviting, and your thighs discreetly rub together to take the edge off a bit.
"Bathroom," you breathe against his lips, this night turning for the most unexpected.
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"Off, off, get all of this off," Shouto pants the moment you two step into a gender-neutral singles bathroom. You don't doubt they made it gender-neutral for this exact reason, but that thought leaves as quickly as it enters when Shouto pins you against the sink starts to pepper hot kisses down your neck. He scrambles to bunch your dress to your waist over taking it off completely and growls at the sight of your lower-half in absence of your usual attire.
"Do you know how long I've wanted you? Hmm?” He's breathless as he settles between your legs with a lick of his lips, pushing the excess of your dress into your hands. You really don't know how long he’s wanted you, but you find yourself biting your lip at the prospect anyway—that you've been driving your boss's son, your future boss, just as crazy as he's been driving you.
"Shouto—"
"Shhh," he interrupts, pulling your panties to the side. "Let me take care of you. You've been working hard these past few months, no?"
You guess so.
Either way, all clarity dies when Shouto licks a fat stripe up your slit, chuckling when you slide a tentative hand into his hair. Your grip tightens when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, slipping a finger between your folds to elicit a whimper or two. He bites his lip when you tug a little.
"Keep doing that and you just might ruin me," Shouto groans, before his mouth returns and he’s adding another finger. When the digits curl just right, your hips buck in faint frustration—they're moving too slow.
"Can you, um," you blush, eyes skittering to the bathroom walls instead. The club music permeates despite the fact that they look like they're made of solid brick, vibrating the floor and sink underneath you both. "Go faster?"
Shouto's eyes snap to yours. For a second you’re afraid he's going to say no, but he tosses your leg over his shoulder and adjusts your hips until they're at a perfect level, licking his lips and growling:
"My pleasure."
You're positive whoever loiters near the bathroom door hears your yelp as his mouth descends to devour your pussy, eating you so enthusiastically that you see you're slick smeared across his pink cheeks. Shouto pulls your hips deeper into his face with a defiant growl and you have to drop your forearms on the sink to keep yourself from falling to the hard ground, your grip around the porcelain ever-tightening.
"Feel good?" He rubs a heavy thumb over your clit in place of his mouth and stuffs you with a third finger. You nod with a broken moan as he pulls his digits out all the way out before burying them knuckle-deep again, grasp on the sink slipping. He flicks your clit, "Answer me."
"Y-Yeah," you nod again, near-hyperventilating. You’re sure Shouto’s getting a kick out of it—at least, if his chuckle has anything to say about it.
"Good girl," he coos, the circles on your clit slowly quickening, "You're so pretty when you make a mess, aren't you?"
You're nodding along with him, though you're not exactly sure why—but then his mouth returns and suddenly, why doesn't matter as much.
Shouto's more vocal than you expected, groaning into your sweetness as your thighs trembles next to his head. He holds you like you're precious, like you're actually something to him, but you're much too drunk to unpack all of that right now. Instead, you tug at his hair. It pulls a much louder moan from his gut and you find yourself enjoying the vibrations, yanking harder to hear him again.
"W-Wait, Shouto," you whimper out, painfully close as you pull at his hair but this time to pull him away from you, "I wanna—wanna cum on your cock...if that's okay."
Shouto blinks once, twice, and then you're staring at yourself in the mirror listening to him frantically undoing his belt, cursing when the metal slaps him across the palm. You giggle.
"Eager, are we?"
"You don't even know," he pants, and the tip of his cock kissing your entrance has you biting your lip. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and they melt when he fits the head of his cock inside, the grip he has on the porcelain sink turning white as he pushes further.
"You are—you are painfully tight, Miss Y/N," Shouto wheezes into your neck, teeth grit as his pelvis finally brushes against your ass. You resist the urge to wheeze with him, his cock filling you to the point where your lungs struggle to find room to breathe.
"I'll take that as a compliment," you joke, eyes fluttering shut. Shouto tuts, grabbing the underside of your face as he says:
"Eyes open, Miss Y/N. I want you to watch yourself fall apart as I fuck you."
Your eyes peel open, albeit reluctantly as you whine, not understanding why you need to watch your own face when you can enjoy the sight of him instead, "But Shouto, that's embarrassing..."
"Just trust me," he grunts, and his hips are snapping into yours, sending you jolting into the sink to the point where you have to brace a hand on the mirror to keep yourself from being squished flat against the porcelain. Shouto leans over, "You trust me, don't you?"
And well. When he puts it like that...
"Look at yourself, not at me," Shouto says, catching you redhanded. You whine when the hand holding your head moves to your neck and squeezes, cutting off your oxygen supply just enough for your eyelids to drop halfway. "See? See how good you look? So wrecked for me already and we've barely started."
"S-Shut up," you moan more than you say, finding yourself mesmerized in the way your lips part and by the redness of your cheeks. Shouto dips his head into your neck and sucks, prompting your free hand to find his multicolored hair again and pull. His reaction is almost automatic, the way the smooth rock of his hips changes into a quick snap in a heartbeat. It has you keening, his cock reaching places spots you weren't aware you had, and he crushes you against the sink to rub at your clit.
"Fuck, you're so gorgeous for me," he grunts, hips finding the energy to pick up the pace. You whimper and he's sucking a hickey into your neck, hot breaths punctuating along with his sharp thrusts. "Feel so good around my cock, like you were made for me—shit—"
This time you break the rules, eyes flickering to look Shouto in the mirror as you watch him come undone. His hips stutter as he muffles a broken moan in the back of your neck, body shuddering while he fills you up. His thrusts slowly dissolve into nothing and soon it's just your heavy breathing between brick walls, until Shouto pulls out with a hiss.
"You didn't cum."
"O-Oh, um," You blink at his unimpressed gaze through the mirror as if you got caught redhanded. "I...usually can't. Without a vibe.”
Shouto hums at that but says nothing. You watch something in his brain churn, eyes surveying the room before a lightbulb appears above his head and he's snapping his fingers.
"The shower."
"...What?"
"The. Shower." Shouto says, a little cheekier this time, as he guides you towards a simple shower hidden behind a curtain. Now, why there’s a shower in a club bathroom is beyond you.
"Well. This seems awfully convenient," you click. Shouto shrugs.
"Sun (the author) says it's to clean up the drunks who vomit all over themselves." He takes the only shower seat available, back pressing against the tile.” I think she just wants you to ride a showerhead ****if I'm being completely honest."
"Maybe she tried it for the first time recently or something,” you hum absentmindedly, but that thought flies out the window as Shouto grunts:
"Either way, it's irrelevant. Strip."
"I—completely?" You exclaim, covering your body despite the fact that it's already covered by your dress again. Shouto raises an eyebrow, settling both elbows on his knees once grabbing the showerhead from its bar.
"Unless you want your outfit to get soaking wet, yes. Completely."
Touché.
You're naked fairly quickly and Shouto lays you across the tile even quicker. You watch him test the different modes on his hand, before choosing the one with the most...gusto. You spread your thighs and fight the embarrassing blush dusting your cheeks from the exposing position.
"Ready?" You roll your eyes.
"I swear Shouto, if you do—o-oh."
He presses the rushing water to your clit, and you have to take a step back, fully unprepared for how nice the pressure would feel. Shouto chuckles at that, the soles of his loafers soaking in the lukewarm water with you as he sits with his legs spread, brazenly enjoying the view.
"Feels good?"
You nod, hips subtly grinding into the hot stream. Shouto bites his lips at the view and it turns you on that much more to know you can have such an effect, before his free hand drops to his palm himself through his dress pants.
"I get the perfect view, too," Shouto growls to himself, tilting his head ever-so-slightly as you release a broken moan, bare hips stuttering against the tile. "A perfect view of that pretty little pussy. Ah ah, keep those legs for me."
Your inner thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, the edge looking much closer than it did previously. The combination of Shouto's words, his sounds, and the steady beat of the water against your clit is enough to have anyone shaking, and the only complaint you have is that you wish he wasn't so fucking far.
"S-Shouto," you whimper, hands scrambling across the slippery tile. "I'm close."
"Yeah? Do it then, make me proud," Shouto growls with a feral smile, grip tightening around his cock—you nod, chest shuddering.
“Y-Yeah just adjust the—oh fuck, Shou, right there!”
Your thighs clench as you gasp and your fingernails dig into the grout between the tile as you orgasm, your moan nearly bordering on a scream. Shouto groans, grip tight on his cock through his damp suit pants, and you nearly giggle as your high ebbs.
“Have I ever told you how dangerous you are, Y/N?” Shouto says cheekily. You grin back, cocking your head to the right.
“Only a million times.”
“Well then I owe it to you again,” he says lowly, and you get the message you two aren’t done as he joins you on the wet floor to cradle your jaw.
“You’re one dangerous woman, Y/N.”
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a/n: i fully expose myself in this, and you know what? i'm fine with that.
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Cherry Bowl (3/8)
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(gif: @kiekiecarrera) (PART TWO) (PART FOUR) (SERIES MASTERLIST)
Summary: When Kie cancels their plans together, Y/N asks JJ on a date to the Cherry Bowl Drive-In. Unsure of how to navigate his first ever date, JJ seeks out advice. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t go as planned, and both parties are left shaken by miscommunication.
Word Count: 10.6k
Warnings: Smut, public sex/exhibitionism, sexual choking, angst, depictions of mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, and implied/referenced abuse.
A/N: Welcome back to Tokens! Slight trouble in paradise is brewing for these two lovers, so buckle up and read because it’s gonna be a rollercoster for a little while after what happens in this chapter. I hope you all like it, and if you did, feedback is very appreciated. Have fun!
"I'm just saying that oatmeal raisin is superior to chocolate chip, why is that such an egregious crime, Kie?"
The lunch room is filled to the brim with students going to town on questionably cooked frozen foods, soggy tater tots, and sugary drinks from the vending machines despite the Obama-era posters on the walls advocating for healthier school lunches that never seemed to make their way to Kildare County High. The extent of their healthy lunches extended to a serving of overcooked canned green beans served with the worst slice of doughy pizza known to human kind, so it was sort of contradictory.
Y/N sits across the table from Pope and JJ, the latter of which being the one who launched into a full-fledged debate with Kiara about which type of cookie was better.
The clear cling wrap sits, unfolded, on the table with one of her stickers neatly placed on the back of it. As consolation for his epic loss yesterday at the beach, she paid an extra .75 cents to get him it when she arrived first to their shared lunch period—one of only two class periods they have together, the other being gym. He was still in line when she peeled a surfboard sticker off of her sheet and placed it at the center of the wrapped up cookie as if to remind him of her triumph over him in the waves.
"Thanks, hot stuff," he said, voice somewhat quieter despite the fact that hardly anyone was in the cafeteria with them. Then his smile dropped into an deadpan expression as soon as he saw her choice of sticker and looked back up at her. "You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?"
"Never in a million years. I'll be gloating about it until I'm elderly."
"That's my girl."
The sound of the constant chatter surrounding them from at least two hundred other people drowns out the memories of yesterday that threaten to haunt her when she watches him debate with Kie. The mere recollection of their night in the back of the van has her reaching to pull the collar of her cropped tee up to assure that the hickeys remain hidden on instinct, and he catches the action out of the corner of his eye. It has him fighting a smile.
Kie quips, "Maybe on another planet, but, here, I think we can all agree chocolate chip is better, right Y/N?"
Y/N's eyes widen around a forkful of mushy "green beans" at the sound of her name being said bringing her from the depths of her memories.
Usually, she's quick to jump in and give her two cents on whatever stupid back and forth they're all having, but her mind was elsewhere. Unbeknownst to Kie and Pope, she was mentally reliving every second of getting fucked in the van last night, so her attention to detail when it comes to the Chocolate Chip vs Oatmeal Raisin case isn't all too sharp.
"Uhhh," she stops for a second, looking at the half eaten chocolate chip cookie in Kie's hand, "If I say chocolate chip is better, can I get a piece of it?"
Kie's face lights up at her words, and she's already pulling off a generous chunk of the baked good to hand off to her. The sound of a certain someone whose lap Y/N's legs are outstretched onto from beneath the table scoffing distracts her from the first bite.
"I know you prefer oatmeal raisin, you traitor," JJ says.
Their brunette friend's brows scrunch.
"Why is she a traitor?"
They try to keep from making any faces or giving anything away, but Y/N has to stifle the sound of her choking on her mouthful of cookie at the question. You'd think one of them came out and asked if they were dating or something with how she reacts, and she feels JJ squeeze her ankle in a non-verbal way of telling her to hold it together. It was her idea in the first place, yet he's a lot smoother with keeping it under the radar.
Under it all, the aspect of keeping it a secret does unnerve him to a degree. He doesn't think he'd be brave enough to communicate it, especially not when their relationship remains undefined, but the darker side of his mind wonders...
He shrugs, saying, "Cause we were friends first. Duh. Other than John B, I've known her the longest."
None of them stop to acknowledge the identical aches in their hearts at the mentioning of his name. They skip right over it like it never happened. After the funeral a few days ago, they've filled their quota on mushy-gushy sad talk for the next week and a half.
The real reason is something far more complicated than him having a claim staked on her loyalty through having the longest friendship. It's something tied up in days of slowly getting pulled into one another's worlds like the tug of gravity itself, in how he has to refrain from slipping his arm around her waist in the hallway or kissing her goodbye after a sleepover at the Chateau. But until she gives him the go-ahead, he won't let it slip to anyone.
Pope speaks up from beside him, "You literally met her twenty minutes before we did."
"Still counts. Technically, I did meet her first, so her betraying Team Oatmeal Raisin is enough to be tried for treason in Pogue Court."
"Pogue Court isn't a thing."
He crosses his arms after he pops the rest of the cookie into his mouth.
"It is now. You can be tried for treason for breaking the rules. Rule number one is that all Pogues have to admit oatmeal raisin is superior."
He's about to ball up the cling wrap to throw away later when the surfboard sticker catches his attention again. It's the same color as his board, which he'd like to think is a result of her being an evil mastermind that went out to get this sticker sheet for the sole purpose of teasing him, but he's the one who got her the sheet as a gift for her birthday, so he knows it was pure coincidence.
Last second, he peels the sticker away from the cling wrap and looks down to place it over the top of her yellow converse that were once a vibrant, paler color when Big John got them for her, but have since turned into an ugly mustard/dirt-dusted color they heckle her over.
"What are the other rules?" Y/N asks.
One of the hands holding onto where her feet are casually planted in his lap, something that they've done long enough that their friends won't see it as anything odd, slides down to caress the stretch of skin beneath the frayed hem of her dark jeans. Something she didn't know about him before whatever it is they have together started was that he constantly needs to be touching her. She can't say she doesn't love it though.
Pope answers, "The oatmeal raisin rule is not official"—a pointed glance at JJ—"But I'd assume the rest of the rules of Pogue Court would be no lying and no macking."
"So, basically you two break almost every rule except the oatmeal raisin one, and I lie," JJ says and turns to look at her, "How does it feel to be better than everyone, Y/N?"
"Pretty good, not gonna lie."
He keeps caressing little circles and tracing up and down her skin beneath the flared out pant leg of her jeans while he swipes his phone off of the table top without attracting the attention of their friends, who continue on to a new topic. She isn't too focused on what it is. She only picks up that it has something to do with a class they're in that's more advanced that hers, so she promptly checks out of the conversation.
Ever since John B died, she hasn't been performing too well in school. She tries, truly tries, but her mind outright refuses to absorb any of the information. When she reads her assigned reading, she hovers over the same paragraphs over and over until she shuts the book in a huff and hides it in her backpack again. Losing someone you love has a surprising amount of side effects.
Her phone buzzing in her hand brings her away from the impending cloud of doom that often accompanies any thoughts of John B, and when she taps in her passcode, her brother's birthday, a message bubble appears with a banner displaying JJ's contact name.
JJ (Derogatory) ur a good liar. prob could've fooled me if i weren't the one macking on u
Their eyes meet for a second across the table, then he watches her thumbs move to type a response.
Kief Princess Little do they know I break every rule now that I've switched sides on the cookie debate. Kinda impressive ngl.
JJ (Derogatory) triple threat, baby
JJ (Derogatory) thanks for the cookie btw
She smiles to herself, so wrapped up in their own world that she doesn't notice everyone in the room starting to pack up their stuff in anticipation of the bell that is due to ring any second now.
Kief Princess Had to repay you for last night somehow ;)
When she glances up to see his reaction, she watches his chest rise with a particularly large inhale, and he chews on the inside of his lip in thought.
JJ (Derogatory) strategically bringing up last night so i'm turned on in physics? ur an evil mastermind
Kief Princess I try.
Kief Princess Apparently whooping your sorry ass at surfing isn't the only thing I'm good at.
She hears him scoff.
JJ (Derogatory) first of all, ouch. second, u barely beat me
Kief Princess I'm happy to challenge you to a rematch. I have plans with Kie tonight, so I can't till this weekend. All it'll prove is that I am the rightful winner, but we knew that already.
JJ (Derogatory) what r the stakes this time
Kief Princess No sexual favors. If you beat me (fat chance) I'll formally rejoin team oatmeal raisin.
JJ (Derogatory) :( sex makes it more fun but i still accept those conditions
JJ (Derogatory) team oatmeal raisin needs u, even if ur a traitor
Kief Princess Why bet sexual favors if you're just gonna fuck me after anyway?
JJ (Derogatory) good point
The sound of the bell ringing echoes through the cafeteria, and they both pop their heads up from their phone screens to see everyone, including Pope and Kie, already packed up and raising from their seats to scurry off in the direction of their next classes. Meanwhile, their stuff is all bestrewn across the table, particularly JJ's belongings.
The sight of Kie walking away makes Y/N ask after her, "We're still on for tonight, right?
She stops with Pope's hand interwoven in hers. The look on her face when she turns would make you think she got caught doing something she wasn't meant to. Something like forgetting about the plans they made last week to watch Fear Street together. The Cherry Bowl Drive-In is premiering the first two movies as a double feature for the horror movie buffs of Kildare, so they decided to get tickets. Kiara shares a fondness of horror movies with her. Since gory movies make the boys squirm, though JJ pretends they don't, it's their own thing.
"Actually, Pope and I were gonna go to the beach. I'm sorry."
JJ knows she's more upset about it than she lets on, but Y/N simply gives the pair a smile that doesn't reach the eyes.
The sound of JJ behind her makes them laugh on their way out, diffusing the minor tension lingering in the air from the awkward encounter, "Use protection!"
After their friends offer them a goodbye, they gather their stuff quite leisurely, not really caring about being late.
It's something they've talked about before here or there: her feelings surrounding Kiara and Pope's sudden relationship. It's not as if she harbors any ill feelings for them, she doesn't, but the ripple effects of their pairing on the group, and more importantly the girls' own friendship, couldn't be clearer from her perspective. Between the missed hangouts, forgotten plans, and the convenient way she never seems to have time to hang out with her and JJ unless Pope is there too, it's been building up for a month now.
What makes it sting the most is how close her and Kie used to be. They didn't hit it off immediately the way she and JJ did as children until her thirteenth birthday when no one she invited showed up to the party Big John helped her set up in the yard of the Chateau.
She was the one who rallied the boys together to walk to ask their school friends from the year above to come hang out for an hour or two, promising a slice of the wonky-looking but delicious strawberry cake her and John B spent the morning crafting together. She can remember the sound of their high-pitched laughs and the cloud of flour that hung in the kitchen when they high-fived over the finished product like it was yesterday. In her heart, it was yesterday.
That night was when she fell in love with her friends, and that was when she first knew Kiara was her best friend. They wove friendship bracelets on each other that night and wore them for years until they withered away. No one had ever done something like that for her before. Not even JJ.
"You okay?"
Feeling his hand on her arm, slipping down to take her hand for a moment in the seclusion of the empty cafeteria, makes her glance up at him with a distinct sorrow washed over her features.
You know what? Screw this. Why should she be torn up over Kie and let it ruin her excitement for the double feature tonight? There's no way in hell she's letting her best friend ditching her for her boyfriend get in the way of her plans.
"Do you wanna go on a date tonight?" she asks him abruptly, then adds, "To the Cherry Bowl with me instead of Kie?"
The question sparks a pause in his mind, a halt of hesitation in which he worries about her avoiding having to answer what he asked, but he attempts to play it cool and not fuss over her outwardly. There have been times where being treated like that has made her feel suffocated, so he doesn't want to risk it. When she's ready, she'll talk about it, and if she takes too long and buries her feelings, then he'll intervene. For now, he tries to keep his face neutral despite the frown tempting his lips at her disappointment.
JJ looks around once more before throwing his arm around her shoulder to walk her out.
"You bet your ass I do."
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What is a person supposed to act like on their first date that's not actually a date cause everything between them is the same, but kinda is a date because they called it one? If you ever find out, please find JJ and tell him because he has no clue.
Pope wasn't too much help in the Instagram group chat he made for it seeing as his and Kie's relationship is too fresh, John B isn't even alive, so he's out of service for advice unless there's Ouija Board he can borrow, and, thankfully, Kiara was his savior.
Their phones began blowing up as soon as he reached his class after lunch period ended. He couldn't under any circumstances let it be known that this mystery girl he had a date with was their friend, but thankfully Y/N already had the alibi of going to the Drive-In alone. All he had to do was make up a fake date scenario and get basic advice.
danknugstickiestickies added kiara-c and popeheyward to the groupchat
danknugstickiestickies named the group HELP ME
danknugstickiestickies i have a date with this chick i met on the beach when i was out with y/n last week. i need ur advice
His phone screen lit up with the notification that both of his friends were typing, signified with the three dot symbol bouncing in the bottom left corner as he thought it through. They couldn't possibly figure it out, right? They'd been careful, he'd been respectful of her wishes, and they'd been too busy together to notice anything new with them. He figured it would work. It was a risk, sure, but it was worth it to him. He didn't want to fuck this up with her.
Knowing her, she probably wouldn’t even treat it differently than any of their other hang outs. It's not like they haven't been romantic or sexual with each other. They've done everything but go out on an actual date, so why was he nervous?
kiara-c ummmm
popeheyward Yeah, I'm gonna need you to ELABORATE!!
kiara-c did hell freeze over? since when does jj maybank go out on dates??
danknugstickiestickies renamed the group hell froze over
kiara-c very funny, I'm laughing so hard 😐
popeheyward Do we know her?
danknugstickiestickies don't think u do. she moved here last week and hasn't enrolled in school yet. her name's steph
popeheyward What about Y/N though?
kiara-c ^^
JJ's chest muscles tightened with the question prompting a rush of anxiety that made his breathing feel slightly harder. He glanced up at his Physics teacher, who was essentially dozing off behind his desk with his hand in a bag of chips and an educational video on the projector as an excuse to not teach, and looked back down at his phone without the added stress of possibly getting his phone confiscated.
Pope's message might as well have been a sucker punch. Forget butterflies, he set a wasp’s nest loose inside of his stomach to tie it into knots and flip it every which way. His neglected textbook served as a prop for his phone to lean on as he set it down to think.
Did they know? As far as he was aware, they were getting away with it. No evidence, concrete or circumstantial, was there to prove it. At least the stress of the situation killed any chance of him being turned on by her reminder of last night in their messages. This shit was boner repellant of the highest degree.
He played stupid. Better to let them volunteer whatever information they had before he went in saying anything incriminating that they didn't already know. If anything would sour the experience of their first date, it would be him accidentally making their strange in-between relationship public behind her back.
danknugstickiestickies ?? what do u mean
Three dots bounced in the bottom left corner of his slightly cracked phone screen.
popeheyward ...
kiara-c I mean, you don't see it?
danknugstickiestickies see what
popeheyward I guess we were wrong, but all of us always thought you two had some feelings going on.
"You don't say?" JJ murmured sarcastically to himself under his breath. "Never crossed my mind, Pope."
danknugstickiestickies bro that's jb's little sister
kiara-c so?
danknugstickiestickies forbidden fruit? making john b roll over in his grave? do those ring a bell or am i speaking in tongues
He was already a proficient liar in real life, but, fuck, it was easy in text messages. There's no chance at deciphering facial expression or tone, just a plain message with no room to budge. Thank God he didn't do this in person with them. He could've survived, but it wouldn't have been as quick and painless as the group chat was.
kiara-c jeez, sorry
Pope didn't voice it, but he noticed something.
He looked up from his phone and stared off at the wall in thought in his AP European History class. It piqued his interest that JJ simply said she was off limits, forbidden fruit as he put it, but did not outright deny having feelings for her. In fact, he didn't even address the question. He made excuses for why he shouldn't have feelings for her, but he never said he didn't have feelings for her.
Kie did not notice. Not because she wasn't smart enough to either, but because she was too busy hiding her phone behind her backpack to think too deeply about it. Her teacher was one of those teachers that would flip shit if they saw a cell phone turned off and faced down on the desk, let alone being used by a student during a lesson.
In his classroom across the hallway, JJ bounced his leg up and down beneath his desk in an absentminded urge to release the built up energy the anxiety produced in an over abundance.
popeheyward Our bad then. Even John B thought y'all were sus lmao.
Since when was that a known fact? Could he tell? Did he talk to Pope about him and Y/N before he died? Either way, it wasn't the time to pry about it.
kiara-c yeah you guys honestly could've fooled me if you wanted to
danknugstickiestickies well thank u, glad ur invested in our friendship but
danknugstickiestickies please help, i have no fucking clue how to act on a date and this girl is too cool for me to screw this up
That was when they finally dropped the interrogation session and started offering up tips. The best ones came from Kie, which made sense to him since women are more likely to know what other women like than two dudes who share one collective brain cell and never had real relationships.
Rule One: Be ready to pick her up five minutes early.
He wasn't ready to pick her up five minutes early. His bike broke down by the time he made it halfway down his street, so he had to push it back up the road and into the yard before setting off on foot to reach the Chateau quickly enough. And by quickly enough, it means he got there five minutes late, not early.
Rule Two: Compliment her after you get in the car.
She tossed him the keys to the Twinkie from across the hood, not giving him the chance to open the door for her, and it wasn't until they were setting off down the road that he remembered the next piece of advice he was given.
Side-eyeing her in his peripheral vision, he tried to find something to compliment her on specifically rather than the general compliments about her being pretty that she never fully believes when he says them. He was intending to say something about the skirt she had on, but when he chanced a glance over at her, she caught him and asked—
"What is it?"
Sent into panic mode, JJ blurted out instead, "I like your shoes."
He could've bashed his face against the steering wheel twenty times right then and there at the utter absence of reaction on her part for the next few uncomfortable seconds. It wasn't that it was a bad compliment. She appreciates any compliments at all...but her shoes were hidden from his view. Not to mention, they were the dirty, mustard yellow converse that the Pogues bash on a daily basis.
She laughed, lifting her leg to expose the sneaker on her right foot, and asked, "These? Dude, you roast me for these all the time. You and John B said they look like Big Bird shit on them."
The skin on the apples of his cheeks scorched hot with embarrassment, and he was never so glad that the overhead lights in the van were burnt out until that moment. He would've died on the spot if she saw him blush like that, face flushed pinker than sunburn. All he could do to save himself was murmur something about the color growing on him and keep driving in the direction of the theater with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel he fantasized about banging his face into.
Rule Three: Insist on picking up the check.
In this case, it meant insist on buying the popcorn and drinks, and he miraculously managed to drop his wallet somewhere along the way when he ran over to the Chateau, so when he stepped up to the makeshift concession stand with her standing at his side, he felt around for his wallet in his jeans to no avail.
His thoughts echoed back to him, You gotta be fucking kidding me. Seriously? Is this actually happening right now?
"JJ, it's honestly fine," she said softly as he leaned over to search back of the Twinkie for the wallet. "We can look for it on your street right now if you want. It has your ID and stuff, you don't want a stranger to have that. We don't need to stay—"
It took all of his control to not shout it in reaction when he said, "No way. You've been waiting for this, and Kie ditched you, so I ain't ditching you too. We're staying."
His wallet could go kick rocks.
He came too far to be dragged down by the old leathery piece of shit anyway. Would he go out and search for it tirelessly the second the date ended? Hell yeah, that fucker had twenty dollars and his debit card in it, but he couldn't bear the thought of abandoning her or ruining her anticipated movie night by taking her out to search the streets with their phone flashlights for a wallet they might not find. He'd wait till the movies ended, take her home, then haul ass around the Cut searching for it after.
Thankfully, he found a couple bucks crumbled up in his front pocket while she scavenged for coins in the glove compartment, and they came up with enough to buy a water bottle and small popcorn to share together.
Rule Four: Don't have sex on the first date.
And it may sound easy enough to not act like a complete Neanderthal for the length of two movies, but the girl makes it pretty damn difficult if he's to say so himself.
That's what led him here, laying in the back of the sideways-parked Twinkie in the farthest corner of the outdoor theater with her practically on top of him. In any other instance, he wouldn't be opposed in the slightest, but with the cursed fourth rule in mind, he isn't too thrilled with the feeling of her hand rubbing up and down his thigh.
It isn't even meant to be sexual. They're constantly touching one another this way. She'll even slip her hands up under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin or when he asks her if she can get an itch on a part of his back he can't reach, but for some reason his brain is short circuiting right now.
The thing is, when Kie and Pope said he shouldn't do it on the first date, they meant it for his and Steph's made up circumstances, not his and Y/N's full-blown relationship without labels. When you've had sex with someone as many times as they have with each other, the hesitancy on the "first date" is nonexistent. It doesn't matter. But JJ, trying to follow the advice given to him to the letter for the sake of being the date she deserves, doesn't think about it that way.
It shouldn't be this nerve-wracking. They've been best friends since they were children, they've been flirting since they found out what basic attraction was in the first place, and they've been forming this relationship ever since John B died. Why can't he relax? Why is this so different compared to how easy it felt between them yesterday on the beach or today at lunch?
Rule Five: Be yourself.
It takes him another few moments of laying here with her before he realizes quite abruptly what went wrong in a quick flash of a thought that brings the fifth rule back to him. The problem wasn't the bike, or the weird compliment about her Big Bird sneakers, or the lost wallet.
The problem is him. The problem is that he's trying way too hard to make this something it isn't. The part about them that he adores so dearly is how they never have to try when they're together. With any other girl or guy, they'd have to fake something or act a certain way, yet when they're together, they can simply exist and everything is runs smoothly. That's not to say they don't disagree or bump heads, they do, but short of those outlier moments, it's easier than anything else they do in life.
His eyes flicker away from the screen for the first time since the movie began, which, by the way, is gruesome enough at times that he had to divert his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it happen. They land on where she lays, completely content with the night in spite of its mishaps, with her head propped up on the pillows they brought from the Chateau.
He wonders if she can tell he's acting differently. Surely she must notice. She's the type of person that typically never misses a thing, perfect for the gold hunt they went on in the summer with picking up the clues and helping her brother unravel the mystery, so maybe she noticed how flustered this date has him. Does it bother her? Does he bother her?
With a confirming glance back up at the movie to see nothing important happening, he can't fight the urge to speak anymore.
"Can I tell you something?"
His voice appearing through the darkness of the shut off van after spending the past half hour in complete silence makes her jolt at first before realizing who it was. Though she loves horror movies, she can't claim to not be affected by them. The night she falls asleep after watching one, she often finds herself compelled to turn a light on and keep her feet from dangling off the edge of the bed. It's worth the fear, though.
When she turns to look at JJ, there's a warm smile on her face. She's cuddled into his side with a hand placed casually atop his thigh, caressing with no purpose or intent, and her movement halts when the light from the movie on the projector allows her to see the expression on his face.
Anxiety has become an increasingly significant presence in his life with the recent events in mind; John B and Sarah, the four-hundred million dollars they lost out on, and dodging his father whenever he sneaks home to switch out the backpack of clothes and personal belongings he keeps at the Routledge house.
It manifests itself in jittery nerves, stomach pains, shortness of breath, and, at worst, panic attacks striking either at random or in response to a specific trigger. It's one of the few things he still tries to hide from her, and she tries not to push him too hard with opening up about it.
She abandons the movie for the time being and rolls onto her side to face him, upper body propped up on her elbow as she examines his face with downturned features.
"Of course," she says.
The words left unsaid are, "You can tell me anything. Whenever you need someone to listen, or to talk to about shit, you can tell me." He's heard her say it enough that he doesn't need to hear it now to know it's true.
There's a pause, then—
"I feel like I fucked this entire date up," he starts to ramble and cuts her off before she can think about saying what she wants to, "and I know it's okay to you. You have way too high of a tolerance for my bullshit, and I've been trying so hard to make this perfect, but all that did was screw it up."
She's left quiet for a second, taking it all in.
Maybe if he hadn't been so anxious about it, he would've realized what was wrong with his bike when he rode it home from school, or he would've noticed his wallet fall out of his pocket. The point is, he wishes he hadn't let the label attached to this freak him out so much. He isn't sure why it does, but it does.
But she doesn't do what he expects. She isn't drowning him in reassurances and, "It's okay's" because she knows he doesn't care for them much. When he, the most stubborn person she knows, apologizes for something he did, he doesn't want it to turn into the person accepting the apology coddling him.
Y/N sighs.
"Is that why you've been acting so different all night? I scared you with the whole ‘date’ thing, didn't I? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be."
What she doesn't know is that he wants it to be a date. He wants it to be a date so badly, he risked Pope and Kie finding them out for the sake of getting some proper advice on it, and now he's caught up in the same game of tug and war in his mind that always occurs when he wants to tell her the truth about his feelings for her.
Part of him doesn't understand why he doesn't outright say it. With every other girl he once showed interest in, he had no issues in letting them know he wanted them, but this is different. This isn't simply wanting someone, he thinks he's fallen for her. But whenever he says he's gonna grow a pair and tell her after all this time, he chokes. Involuntarily, he's reminded of his parents. Other than his friends saying it platonically, the only people to tell him they loved him were them, and with how they treated him, he sure as hell doesn't think that is love.
From his dad's brutal physical abuse to his mom's abandonment, he's too timid to tell her he loves her because of what could happen if she loves him back. Everyone else that has said that to him has either hurt him, died like John B did, or abandoned him.
He won't let that happen with him and Y/N. What they have, albeit undefined and codependent, is safe. It's the only thing he has left. Maybe it isn't right, and maybe he should open up about it to communicate the correct way, but somewhere in the misshapen logic of his mind, he correlates love to abandonment. And he doesn't want that to happen with her.
There are two sides of him at battle inside his mind. One side, the side that wants to do right by their relationship and actually communicate his feelings for once in his life, wants him to tell her everything. The other side, the side that responds based on the history of his past, wants him to hide it all.
"Will you be mad at me if we don't call it a date?" he asks.
She shakes her head.
The heavy sensation inside of JJ's chest nears a point of vitriolic violence against him as he starts to realize what he's doing to her, clearly letting her down, but he can't stop himself. Like a passive witness watching himself from outside of his body, the instantaneous trauma response to the sudden confrontation of his true feelings for her guides his actions without his permission. It shuts down any protest he has.
The sound of the movie fills the gap of silence between them the entire time. It’s a variety of bloodcurdling screams and disgusting sounds that would've made him gag if he weren't as distracted.
They can make out each other's faces through the darkness, but barely. It takes a flash of bright color from the film or a nearby car's lights turning on for them to fully see one another. Without the other knowing, they both put masks of calm and collected coolness on their faces despite the feelings raging beneath the surface—more so on his part than hers.
"Maybe," he says, pausing, "we should just keep things the way they've been."
As soon as the words leave his mouth, a soul-crushing amount of disappointment weighs her down. She said it was fine if he doesn't want it to be a date—and it is, she would never hold it against him—but that doesn't mean it can't hurt her. Things have been going so well, she almost thought...If tonight went well, she was thinking about no longer keeping it a secret, but if he said he wants things to stay the same, then maybe he isn't as ready for it as she is?
Meanwhile, JJ is on another page entirely.
She's embarrassed of being with you, a familiar voice in the back of his head croons. She's gonna leave just like everyone else does. If she doesn't even wanna tell your friends, why should you pretend you're dating?
The internal comments are the type that cause him to physically grimace when he's alone. Intrusive thoughts are just that: intrusive.
Sneaking into the guarded sanctuary of a person's mind, they set out to convince them the opposite of their reality. The only thing is, where most people's minds are guarded sanctuaries with walls of impregnable defense, his mind is the equivalent of a fortress blown to smithereens. The castle walls lay in rubble, the guards no where to be seen, and the path for these thoughts to slip past and straight to the vulnerability of his mind is left wide open.
In the privacy of his room, these thoughts attack him the most at night when he tries to fall asleep—when things get too quiet. With nobody around, when they get this bad there's nothing he can do except break down. It builds from the mere anxiety of attempting to force the thoughts away to full-blown panic attack mode. The more he resists them, the more aggressive they become. He'll gasp for air with tears streaming down his face, hitting his head with the heel of his hand as if that'd do something to stop his relentless mind.
But he can't afford to react in front of her, so the extent of his reaction is a subtle twitch of his face that she cannot see in the momentary darkness before the movie switches to another scene a second later. In a way, it does make the thoughts go away to have her here preventing him from spiraling alone. Having to focus on her keeps his mind away for moments at a time until the thoughts ease their grip on him.
When she hasn't answered for a while, he asks, terrified that he did something bad, "Are we good?"
The question seems to wake her up, snapping her out of the lonely direction her thoughts went into when he "rejected" her. It takes every bit of common sense she has left to force herself to understand that this doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He does, and not calling this a date doesn't mean they won't be together in the way they have been since John B's death, but she isn't perfect. She gets as unsure and insecure as he does.
As if the cloud of doom was lifted off of her, she makes her face lighten where she lays on her side next to him. Seeing this expression makes his chest feel less heavy, and he could let out a sigh of relief at the realization that he didn't break her heart and stomp on it. He should've known. Y/N is the sweetest person he knows, so she never would've flipped shit over him not wanting to label this as a date. That's not how she is.
And he's partly right. It isn't how she is. She would never hold it against him if he didn't want something further with her since she got herself into this position by pursuing him with his reputation with girls in mind, but she can't ignore it. Whether she wants it to or not, it had its affect on her as soon as he said it.
She leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting in the middle with the faint taste of popcorn salt mingling at the soft peck.
When she pulls away, she brushes the hair back from his face and says, "Don't worry. Nothing can change how I feel about you."
She has no clue what it feels like to hear that from her.
Despite the turmoil they unknowingly share beneath the surface due to this conversation, he could cry hearing her say it. It doesn't feel real to him that she feels the same way he does about her, because nothing could change how he feels about her either. That’s why he manages to work up the courage to repeat it back to her, and, for now, this is the closest he's physically capable of coming to telling her the truth.
"Ditto," he says.
It isn't what she wanted, but it's close enough, and if she dwells on this any longer, she might start getting too emotional and let the urge to tear up become too strong. Why does she have to be this sensitive? It's no secret that it's remarkably easy to make her cry, but this is insane to her. When all of this began with him, she didn't give a shit about him not wanting a label. She understood him, and she understood that he doesn't do this kind of thing, so why has it changed? Why doesn't she want to keep it a secret anymore? Why does she want this to be a date when she knows he doesn't want it to be?
Pulled by an invisible string back to him to silence her mind, she leans in to kiss him again with a hand cupping the back of his neck to guide him the rest of the way to her.
It shouldn't be laced with any sexual intention. She should be kissing him simply because she wants to, and, in a way, she is. Their kisses and touches are never lacking the motivation that is their underlying connection and mutual feelings for one another, but this is not the same. As he kisses her back with as much confidence and passion as always, she is reeling from the conversation that reminded her too much of a breakup.
It takes another minute of this for the kiss to heat up, their breathing becoming shallower in the moments they part to inhale, and she is undeniably the one instigating when she officially crosses the line between casual and sexual by crawling onto his lap. It's not hard for him to pick up on when their innocent moments take a turn. She's easy to read in that regard, and this has happened a multitude of times with them, so the shift of a mini make out session turning into something more is nothing out of the ordinary for them.
If he knew how shaken she is on the inside, he'd never want this. And the same would go for her if she knew what he was thinking before this. Neither of them wants to admit what they're feeling.
With her legs seated on either side of his hips, she kisses him like it's the last time she'll ever get the opportunity to. Her hands wander wherever they can, pulling at his shirt and feeling him up as his hands guide her hips to move against his in a steady grinding that she has no issue partaking in. It's an eagerness he hasn't seen from her in weeks. She's never un-excited when it comes to being physical with him either, but this is another level. The last time a girl was all over him like this, it was desperate touron at a party a few months ago.
In the span of time it takes her to glance over her shoulder to see if anyone could see them and reach to pull her skirt up until it bunches around her hips—no one can see them, by the way, since they got here late and were forced to cram the van into the back corner of the lot with no street lights illuminating the path—his brows raise at her presumptuous behavior. Not that he's one to complain, however, seeing as he's typically the one doing what she is.
Their next kiss clashes their teeth hard enough to make them wince, but he loves it. It makes him smirk into her parted mouth, alive with both the feeling her reassurance provided and the fuzzy-headed high that often finds him when they're together in this way. Incomparable to past flings or the high related to any drugs, she is the peak of everything to him. It's no contest.
His chest stutters against hers with a bout of amused laughter, asking within a brief pause in what feels like the most JJ thing he's said this awkward night, "Two for two in the Twinkie. What's gotten into you?"
Y/N's hand dips between where their bodies move together to unclasp the closed buckle of his belt in one smooth motion that has it falling apart with a clinking noise.
Her features are set with a look that tells him she means business. Whatever it is that sparked this, he wonders how the fuck to make it happen again another time. She's begged for it before, but never taken control so dominantly, and he can't deny what the role reversal does to him. The evidence is obvious in the distinct hardness she feels pressing up against the hand undoing his jeans.
"I was hoping it'd be you," she says, voice breathless and airy from the constant contact in a way that makes it ten times hotter for him.
If there were any chance of him not being in the mood prior to this, which wasn't the case anyway, it's gone now. He never wants to hear her say she doesn't deliberately try to tease him ever again.
He doesn't need to be told twice.
JJ surges forward to capture her mouth with his, this time with no intention of pulling away to breathe or speak again. No, he'll let himself get lightheaded and dizzy if it means he can stay with her for as long as possible.
With the circumstances of it all, them being visible to someone if they happened to pass by the open door of the van, they move at a pace quicker than usual. She's immediately helping him shimmy his jeans and underwear far enough down his hips to free his dick from the confines of his clothes, making him sigh out a breath of relief when her hand brushes against him in the process.
There's no opportunity to slow down, it has exploded into a full-throttle speed race that neither of them can halt.
His hand blindly flies out beside him to grope the floor of the van for the set of keys he tossed carelessly to the side once the movie started, eyes shut in the midst of the hot, messy kiss they share. His fingers find the fabric of one of the blankets they brought in case they got cold, then drifts again and lands on her Big Bird sneakers until he feels the sharp metal of her keys meet his calloused palm.
After the events of last summer, she bought a switch blade to keep on her key ring alongside the keys to the van, HMS Pogue, and Chateau. She may not like violence or weapons, seeing as she was a skeptic of JJ keeping the gun alongside her friends, but she saw it necessary. Between Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, how could she leave the safety of her and her friends up to chance knowing what some of the kooks did to them not long ago? What happened to Pope on the golf course alone was enough to make her skin crawl.
Right now, though, the knife flips out from the pressure of his thumb pushing the button to release it. He holds it out away from her at first to assure it doesn't nick her in the process, then uses his other hand to tug the side of her panties that hugs her hip far out enough to press the sharp side of the blade onto the inside of it.
She can hardly believe what she's watching as JJ cuts the delicate maroon underthings from her body as if he were doing something so normal, like it's something he's done before. Her forehead is pressed against his, her mouth parted both in shock and in a need to pant for oxygen, and she watches the knife ruin her favorite panties. The stitches come apart with a satisfying ripping noise that can hardly be heard over the sound of people reacting to the movie in the background.
Other customers of the Cherry Bowl Drive-In are too glued to the screen as a beloved character is chased down, reacting in shouts when she's seized by the killer and shoved onto the table of an industrial bread slicer, so they remain wholly unnoticed.
The lace, now ripped in half, dangles on the tip of the knife when he lifts it away from her, tosses it aside, and presses the button once more to retract the blade. It clatters to the floor, but is in no way forgotten with them resuming in a desperation to keep going until they both satisfy the need clawing at them from the inside. But her sense of need is different from his, and even with the fresh memory of him with the switch blade in mind, she's still somewhere else the whole time.
Her mind is faraway, muted through layers of sadness, anger, and disappointment as he reaches between them to line himself up to her entrance. The sensation of him running his cock, hard and messy with a few drops of precome, through her dripping pussy to coat it in her slick arousal is enough to make her moan pathetically. Yet when he's about to guide himself inside of her, she stops him.
"Wait, wait, wait," she breathes out rapidly, heart pounding so hard she can feel herself pulsating between her thighs, "Condom."
They were so antsy to get to it, they almost forgot.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath, and his eyes flicker from where they were trained between their bodies to glance back and forth around the van before it hits him. "I lost my wallet..."
But right when he thinks their public rendezvous in the back of the Drive-In is over due to his unfortunate mistake, she shakes her head and slips away from her perch astride his lap to crawl over to her bag.
She fumbles with the old tote bag and plunges her arm in to sift through the hodge podge of things that are purely Y/N in nature—stickers, glitter pens, a half-eaten bag of candy, etc—for the square foil package she decided to toss in before she left just in case. She usually doesn't keep them on her because he never fails to have one, but, thankfully, she had the random instinct to bring it tonight.
The only thing to bring her out of her cloudy, malevolent storm of feelings when she settles back onto his lap with the condom wrapper ripped open for him is him saying, "So you planned this, huh?" with his mouth tipped in a familiar self-satisfied grin.
She didn't plan it. In fact, she threw herself at him the second she sensed him withdrawing from her and can't stop herself despite the fact that she constantly feels two seconds away from letting a tear slip down her cheek. If that counts as "planning it", then sure.
"Maybe so," she answers, cool, calm, and collected—the antithesis of the truth.
They usually don't lie to each other.
They're thrown right back into it without any other hiccups once he rolls the condom on, and he takes in a shaky breath at her hand wrapping around him to align their bodies up. Before she can do anything, though, he takes chance to swipe the blanket he found a moment ago and wrap it around her back to keep her covered in case they get caught.
Y/N sinks down onto his cock with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. JJ, on the other hand, doesn't bother concealing the sound of the groan he makes at the sensation of having her wrapped around him like this. The tension in her entire body from the anticipation and the looming threat of being seen by someone has her squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but be a little louder than he should.
Her soft palm slaps over his mouth with enough pressure to force his groan to quiet itself, and she watches his pretty blue eyes widen in reaction to the dominant action. Who is this girl and what has she done with his sweet, submissive Y/N? Don't get him wrong, he is very turned on by it, but it's unlike her to take the lead this way. He can't figure it out.
"What's wrong, angel?" she asks in a whisper into his ear, her hand over his mouth and her hips starting to slowly rock against him, "Watch the movie."
Once the words leave her mouth, she drops her hand, just in case he wants to stop and can't say anything because she had his mouth covered, and JJ is pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven.
He doesn't watch the movie, not at all, because he's too busy watching her. For someone losing their mind internally, she does not let it show, nor does she let it distract her from what's happening. If anything, the distraction in this situation is the sex, not what's going on inside of her head.
There's a moment of adjustment and going as slowly and gently as possible while waiting for the dull pressure of feeling him inside of her to fade away, but, for the most part, she doesn't waste any time. As soon as she feels comfortable enough with the ache between her thighs giving way to a spark of pleasure when she grinds her clit down on his pubic bone, she starts to ride him at a better pace than the initial slow movements of her hips.
She raises herself up and takes him again inch by inch, enjoying the sense of fullness she gets from having to fit him in spite of the slight discomfort at first, and she could swear that he'll leave bruises in the shape of his handprints with how tightly he clutches her hips. It's all he can do to prevent himself from moaning or saying something, ever the vocal lover she's come to know.
Unless his mouth is preoccupied like it was on the beach yesterday afternoon, JJ is usually impossible to shut up, especially in this context. With him always whispering dirty things to her, whether it be praises, pet names, or plans on what he wants to do to her, she has come to find it breathtakingly hot. He could likely get away with saying something if he wanted to, but he isn't sure he wants to risk it. If he opens his mouth to spew something filthy to her, he won't trust himself not to make a louder, different kind of noise that won't fit in the with background audio the other moviegoers are listening to.
The wet sound of their bodies colliding that fills the space of the van is drowned out by the loud and violent sequence occurring on the screen far ahead of them, and hearing it makes her bounce herself on him a little harder. She's fueled on by it all, and, strangely, what happened before she practically pounced on him is the main contributor.
Similarly to the nature of his intrusive thoughts, the harder she resists the memory of how it felt when he told her he didn't want this to be a date, the more forceful it is in its return. Her eyes trail down to watch where they connect with her forehead pressed to his, then she's thrown back into the feeling of helpless disappointment and insecurity. His head tips back against the window with his bottom lip dropped open and his brows furrowed just enough to create a crease on his forehead, and she's bombarded with the look of relief on his face when he realized he didn't have to be tied down to her with a label.
It makes her want to get rougher, harder, and she doesn't even care if it'll make her sore later on. She presses herself down so far every time she slides down on his cock, her teeth draw blood on her lip with how hard she must bite it to remain quiet. The pain of her hipbones rubbing against his doesn't even matter to either of them at this point. They're both too lost in the pleasure that has begun to take control of them to care about something as minuscule as that, or the burn in her thighs from the repetitive physical strain.
She grabs his wrist and brings his hand between them, flattening hers overtop of it and pressing down on the base of her abdomen in the midst of the increasingly feverish thrusts.
"Feel you here," she murmurs to him through a quiet moan, hoping he can hear it over the movie, and pushes down on his hand for emphasis. And if the way he reacts by cursing under his breath tells her anything, it's that he picked up on it. "JJ..."
He reaches out to grab her by the throat with his free hand and tug her forward to kiss him, as if something inside of him snapped in response to her doing that. The motions of her jolting up and down throws the already messy and uncoordinated kiss off-kilter, but they don't mind. It has them separating every time she lifts up, producing this heady little head rush from from them breathing in each other's air without actually letting their mouths meet in the middle.
Though they're trying their hardest not to alert anyone outside of what's happening, it didn't occur to him until now, when his eyes catch John B's old bandana swinging back and forth where it's secured around the rear view mirror.
They're worried about moaning while the entire fucking Twinkie is rocking with their movements. Well, at least it makes good use of the corny sticker he gifted John B last year as a gag gift. He tried to peel it off after JJ snuck it onto the side window to no avail. So, now Y/N is stuck with a sticker on her car reading, "If the van's a-rockin', come on in, we like orgies," rather than the more common phrase.
It almost makes him start laughing, and he prays no one takes that shit seriously, 'cause he is never intent on sharing this breathtaking girl. Ever.
Y/N isn't anywhere near laughing like he is, in fact, she's finding it difficult to keep herself together. She feels her eyes sting with the promise of tears, and she's never felt so pathetic before. Is she seriously about to cry during sex? Is she really that girl that is so ill-equipped to handle rejection, she can't get through it without tears?
She won't cry. Perhaps if he sees how glossy her eyes have become in a rare moment of good lighting, she can blame it on the hand around her throat putting pressure on the sides of her neck.
The worst part about her being near to crying is the timing of it.
The emotion of what she feels mentally mixes with the swirling, building sensation she feels in the pit of her stomach that tells her she's close to going over the edge, and it's so overwhelming. Was she imagining that their friendship had changed? More importantly, is this all she'll ever be to him? Sex is the only thing she's sure of with him, it's the only thing that doesn't require deeper emotions, and when the ground beneath their fragile relationship felt shaky...
He can feel her starting to unravel, and he knows that he'll come before she does if he doesn't do anything now, so he decides to take control.
JJ pulls the hand he had resting on her abdomen away as though he were burned by it, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her body against his and using the hand around her neck for leverage to thrust up into her, effectively reducing her to a teary-eyed, moaning mess atop him. They both stopped caring about making noise the second he began to fuck her like this.
She cries out in ecstasy at the sudden change in pace and depth that has him hitting all the right places. Every time he thrusts up into her, just as rough as she wished for, the tip of his cock nudges into that perfect spot inside of her that makes her incapable of silencing her moans. This time, it's JJ that puts his hand over her mouth, letting the one he had around her neck move away to keep her from alerting everyone around them of what's happening.
There's nothing she can do to stop her climax as it barrels through her in its initial sweeping wave of bliss to contrast the venomous doubts in her mind. She's never felt such conflicting, yet powerful feelings before—the intensity of the physical pleasure that makes her whine into the palm of his hand, then the part of her mind replaying every word he said in their conversation before this.
Her body is rigid and tense through it all, squeezing down around his cock with the involuntary spasms of her orgasm, and he can't help himself anymore. All it takes are a few more frantic thrusts for him to bury himself inside of her one last time and spill into the condom, uncovering her mouth so he can drown out his own groans into a kiss.
Their skin sticks to their clothes on the inside with sweat from the exertion of their actions, and he can feel her stomach tremble where it presses up against his with each undulation of her hips that meet his as he rides it out.
But even with the added distraction of the sex, she can't rid herself of the feeling that started plaguing her as soon as things went awry. That was why he was acting weird all night. He must have been so worried about her thinking this was anything more than their typical hangouts that he couldn't bring himself to act normally.
She forces herself to look happy when they pull away from the kiss, panting, and JJ, unaware of what she's been thinking, doesn't notice the small deception.
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hii omg your works are so gooddd, if your requests are still open can you do a modern au where Levi & reader (they're married) got into a fight one morning and continued to ignore each other till evening & since Levi didn't want it to continue, he bought something or did something to get y/n's attention and said sorry about what he did, lots of fluff please 🥺<3
“Apologies,” Modern Levi x Reader
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Summary: Modern husband Levi. You two get into a fight and after ignoring him all day, he makes it up to you.
Warnings: noneee
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It was a stupid argument, it shouldn’t have even happened but Levi had woken up in a sour mood and took it out on you when he shouldn’t have. You knew how Levi gets so you tried not to take it personally until he had hurt your feelings.
The argument was over something as small as you not doing something. All the stress from his job had been piling onto him to the point where he had gotten upset over practically nothing.
“You don’t have to be a dick about everything.” You mumbled under your breath, your back facing him as you looked through the closet for something to wear.
Levi was in a suit, fixing the tie so he can hurry out the door and head to work but the more you were mumbling under your breath, the more it had pissed him off.
The both of you were stubborn, always wanting the last word out of things which always ended up bad when you two argued, but unlike him, you knew when to shut up.
“I don’t have time for your shit today, Y/N.” He grunted, slipping his coat on and grabbing his things.
“Then don’t deal with it.”
“Great idea.” He said coldly, walking out the front door to head to work.
Hours had went by, ignoring the text messages he would send you while he was at work. You were pretty much fed up with his attitude and he deserved the silent treatment for how far he had taken it.
When he got home around five in the evening, you didn’t even bother making dinner or doing anything. You sat on the couch, book in your hand and a glass of wine in the other.
Levi had caught a glimpse of you, feeling guilty for this morning and even though he had tried to message you and apologize, you left him on read multiple times and he knew he had messed up big time.
He tried to walk over to the couch, standing behind you and he leaned down to press a kiss to your head, you acted as if you didn’t feel a thing while your eyes trained on the book before you.
Another hour had passed by, you didn’t move from your spot and he was starting to grow worried. You wouldn’t even talk to him or look his way, it was like he didn’t exist and he was starting to go crazy.
You noticed he had randomly left and he stayed out for a while, making you go upstairs to your shared bedroom and change into your pajamas before slipping in bed.
When Levi finally came home, it was close to 8 o’clock and his hands were full of stuff, setting it down on the kitchen counter.
“Y/N?” He called your name out multiple times but you stayed in bed, enjoying the warmth of the blankets until he walked inside the bedroom.
Levi stepped inside, pulling the bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind his back and you gave him a plain stare, trying not to give into it until he crawled up on the bed, peppering kisses on your face making you huff out a breath.
“I’m trying to stay mad at you, Lev.” You mumbled, hearing him chuckle and turn his head to look down at you.
“I know but I don’t want you to. I got something for you downstairs.”
You let out a dramatic whine as he pulled your hand gently, making you get up from the bed and he lifted you up in his arms, carefully carrying you downstairs to the kitchen.
He had bags of your favorite food laid out on the countertop as well as a bag with random snacks that he remembered that you liked.
“I can call out of work for tomorrow so we can stay up and watch movies like we used to do.” He set you down on the floor, kissing the top of your head and your heart fluttered at the gesture.
“And why are you doing all of this?” You said sarcastically, walking over to the bags of food and opened it up.
“Because I’m sorry.. for this morning.” He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaning down to peck your check.
“And you deserve everything and more.”
You wanted to stay mad at Levi but when he did things like this and did things to make you feel special, you couldn’t resist the urge to love up on him. He knew the right things to say and knew what to do to make you feel better and it made your stomach full of butterflies.
You turned your head to glance up at him, your nose brushing against his before you had connected your lips with his. The kiss was slow and soft, his hand reaching up to cup your chin and keep you in place for a little longer.
He pulled back, placing another quick kiss to your lips and turned to grab all the food he had ordered for the both of you.
“I’m still semi mad at you.” You reminded him, making Levi roll his eyes in response.
“And what do I need to do to make you forgive me?” His eyes landed on yours, seeing them sparkle under the kitchen lights and you cracked a smile.
“Hm, maybe a bath and all the affection you can give.”
“Deal.”
You both had went back up to your shared bedroom, laying in bed and eating the food he had brought. He had opened up his mouth, telling you about his day and how stressful of a week he was which he should’ve done this morning instead of being a hothead.
After all the food was gone, he was quick to give you what you wanted, a bath and endless amounts of affection from him. He didn’t hesitate to show you how much he loves you whether it was through his actions or his words. He would always kiss you, remind you how beautiful you are to him and cuddle you so tight because he was afraid of letting go.
You appreciated Levi’s gestures to make sure you forgive him for being an idiot, he never intends to make you feel bad or feel like he doesn’t love you because that’s the opposite of what he truly feels for you.
As the night went on, you two ended up back in bed with a movie playing, Levi let you pick even though he didn’t really want to watch the movies you usually pick, they weren’t his favorite, but when he seen the big smile on your face- it was all worth it in the end.
He made sure to cuddle you close, repeatedly placing kisses on your face every now and then because he simply couldn’t fight the urge to do so just like how he would randomly tell you he loves you throughout the movie, making sure you knew that he is deeply in love with you.
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This will be my last AOT/Levi writing for maybe a day or two, I have a bunch of ideas for Bakugou or my hero in general that I wanna do first.
But knowing me I’ll probably post Levi anywaysssss but we’ll see🤩 thank you for the love
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alleycat-arcade · 2 years
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Game Start! The Seven Lords: Bleeding Hearts(Sampler Fic)
(The sample fic for Obey Me! Shall We Date? is ready.)
Let's Summon A Demon! (A Reverse AU fic)
Content Warnings: Brief mention of sacrifice, blood, not really much else.
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Just about everyone in the neighborhood was familiar with at least six of the seven residents who rented out the house on the very end of second street. Aside from the sleepyhead of the household, the other six always seemed to be causing some sort of ruckus. While the arguments may have varied in topics, the most frequent to arise seemed to be the lingering debt of the second eldest in the household.
Yet, despite everything, anyone who took the time to fully get to know the seven would realize that they thought of each other as family. Even though two of the seven were actually blood-related, deep down they all thought of each other as brothers.
Oddly enough, it was a much quieter night than usual when the blonde returned home from his afternoon courses. Aside from the low rumble of the space heater by the door, it was pretty much silent. 'Has everyone else gone out? They all are usually home by now.' The blonde thought to himself, setting his schoolbag down on the couch. Usually his college classes were the ones that ran the latest in the day, since certain extracurriculars of his were only available late in the day. Perhaps if he was quick enough, he could- Creak. The youngest's steps towards the kitchen were interrupted by the familiar squeal of the basement stairs. "Oi, we're downstairs. Asmo told me to come and get ya'." Green eyes met blue as a familiar head of fluffy, white hair poked up over the lip of the top step. "I'm not coming if-" "He's not. He's sleepin' upstairs right now." The second eldest cut him off, before waving for him to follow. "Ya' can't keep Asmo waiting forever Satan. We were gonna start without you if ya' didn't come home sooner." 'Satan' rolled his eyes as he followed the other down the stairs.
"... You can't be serious Asmo." The blonde's frustrated sigh earned a chuckle from the fourth eldest. "Of course I'm serious! Plus, it's not like anything can go wrong if we do actually summon one. I'll just charm them with my good looks.~" 'Asmo' grinned, as the ravenette next to him finally set aside the small piece of white chalk he had been drawing with. "Belphie, you're into this idea as well?" Satan spoke as he looked over the sigil that 'Belphie' had drawn on the floor. The shape that had been drawn was a somewhat decent recreation of the symbol that resided on a sheet of printed out paper that lay on the floor next to it, albeit with the occasional shaky line or rubbed out splotch of chalk. "What do you mean?" The third eldest spoke from behind him, momentarily taking his eyes off his handheld to look quizzically at Satan and the rest of the group. "Wouldn't you be interested in pretty much anything that would piss Lucifer off?" "Well, yes Levi, but this is serious stuff here. None of us know literally anything about demons. I highly doubt that Asmo would genuinely be able to seduce it more than long enough for us to escape." He heard Asmo scoff from next to him before the second eldest spoke from his cozy position in the recliner. "That's sayin' they even do exist. Honestly they're probably just about as real as those 'curses' you keep placin' on Lucifer in your spare time." "They are real Mammon, and-" "Jeez, just shut up you two. Let's just get this over with so I can go to bed." Belphie cut the two off before they could get into another spat.
Asmo finished setting up the small circle of candles around the chalk sigil before handing the blonde the box of matches to light them, since he had just finished painting his nails before the summoning ritual and Satan's nails were 'chipped anyways'. Though that may or may not have been true, the rest of the group also knew that Asmo let him handle the matches since the blonde seemed to have a strong affinity for fire anyway. As he carefully lit the long wicks of each of the candles, the strong scent of lavender began to fill the space of the basement. "I thought we were supposed to use special ritual candles or something for this, not just ones from your room, Asmo." Levi questioned, causing the aforementioned male to shrug. "If I was a demon, I'd definitely prefer to be summoned like this rather than with some ancient scentless candle. Anyway, did you bring the sacrifice Beel?" The groups' eyes move to fall onto the tallest, who nodded and began unwrapping the plastic shopping bag on his lap. "They didn't have any of those weird meats that you asked for, so this was the closest I could really find." 'Beel' spoke, pulling out a packaged rack of lamb ribs. "Eh, it's probably good enough. Just cut it with the ceramic knife I grabbed from the kitchen and dripped some blood into the middle." Beel grabbed the plastic guard of the white blade on the floor near the circle.
A sigh erupted from Satan once more, as he crossed his arms. "This really isn't going to do anything is it? We're not even taking this seriously!" "What do you mean, we totally are. Plus, what other October group activities can you think of to do this time of year better than this?" "A pumpkin patch? A haunted house? Hell, even a scary movie night would be a better idea than a half-assed demon summoning ritual. It's not even going to work anyway." Satan went to stand up before Asmo caught his forearm. "Aw c'mon Satan!~ Don't be like that. This is a perfect way to have fun with Halloween so near. Plus everyone already does pumpkin patches and haunted houses every October. This is something new and exciting!" "I'm not going to waste any more time with this, I have an English essay due tomorrow and-" "Asmo? Does chalk normally do that when blood touches it?" Beel's voice cut through the two's argument, causing the eyes in the room to be drawn towards the sigil. "What exactly are you tal-" His words slowly halted as he stared at the ground before jumping to his feet in shock. As the red droplets of blood dripped off the rack of lamb, the white chalk suddenly began to turn red in a spiral-like pattern. Even spots where the blood had not yet reached were suddenly becoming red. "H-hey, I don't think chalk can do that sort of thing can it?" Levi looked over to Satan nervously. "Definitely not. So does that mean that it worked?" The blonde didn't even need to finished his sentence before the others slowly stood up and backed away from the circle, dropping whatever they were holding. The blood continued to dribble off the meat into the circle as the six watched silently, until the whole circle was nearly full. As the remnants of the original sigil were soon filled over with blood, the rest of the circle soon become full. Now all that remained was a rack of lamb resting in the center of a circular blood pool, surrounded by candles.
It remained that way for a good minute or two as tension hung thickly in the air. None of them spoke, eyes darting in between each other and the circle. That was until Mammon let out a startled squeal, hand pointing at a spot in the pool that seemed to be rippling. The rippling was subtle, but as they all came to stare at it, it began to move much more violently. Then, it emerged. It started with the digits of two fingers, and slowly a gloved hand was fully visible emerging from the floor. The hand was near the center of the circle, but seemed to move around, looking for something. eventually it took hold of the edge of the summoning circle. A second hand emerged after that, grasping the edge right next to the other. The hands that held onto the edge seemed to pull at the floorboards, like something was straining to pull itself upwards. None of them spoke still, the shock of the events occurring before them still rippling throughout the room. Beel was the first to step forward, much to the shock of the room. The ginger took careful steps towards the summoning circle, before taking a deep breath a slamming his foot down on the fingers' of whatever was trying to crawl out. The creature let out an unworldly screech from the other side of the portal be retracting it's hands back inside.
A second passed.
A minute passed.
A few minutes passed without anything happening from the portal.
Had it given up? Was a strong kick from his muscular brother/roommate really been enough to drive off-
Satan's thoughts were interrupted as the circle began to quiver violently once more, but much worse than before. At first it had shook, like how the water of a pond would ripple when you threw a fairly large stone into it. Now, it was quaking like a massive boulder had fallen into the pond, rippling violent enough that the blood had begun to splash out of the confines of the candle circle. Once more, something emerged, but it was much more than just hands now. A full body shot out of the circle, landing behind it in an almost acrobatic fashion. The leathery wings that hung off its back flicked a few times to shake off a few crimson droplets as a familiar gloved hand brought itself to the creature's mouth. The creature let out a long, dragged out yawn before tracing its fingertips over the gilded horns on either side of its head. The way that it seemed to be dragging out its actions was almost teasing, like it seemed to thrive off the tension that hung in the silent air.
"It's rude to stare, you know? Especially after you had the gall to wake me up and then step on my fingers."
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"Jeez, tough crowd. I guess humans must really not be as easily entertained as they used to be."
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"Are you really gonna make me talk to myself? I do have other things to do you know. Like the nap I was taking before you interrupted me." Its eyes finally cracked open and peered around the room, the creature's tail thumping against the floor behind it. It was almost like it was tapping its foot impatiently. Yet, no one still spoke. Everyone but the 'demon' seemed to just dart their eyes between each other. "This is getting nowhere, huh? Alright, I'll just get this over with myself then. You, tall one." It was obvious that it was speaking to Beel, who tensed his muscles as it approached. "You summoned me for something didn't you? Don't you want a pact or something? Need your enemies killed? A war won or something? C'mon, give me something to work with here." "I- uh-. No, none of those. We didn't actually have a reason." "... Seriously?" "...Yeah?" Its eyebrows furrowed as it brought a gloved hand to pinch the space between them. "You're telling me you went through the trouble to summon one of the Avatars of Sin and the third most powerful demon in the Devildom... for no reason."
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"Oh God Satan was right." Levi murmured, looking as white as a sheet. "We should have ne-" "Satan? Did you say one of you was named Satan?" The creature tilted its head towards his voice, expression unintelligible. "I-its not his actual name we just- we uh-"
"You mortals.."
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"... hehe..."
"... you never seem to fail to be interesting huh? It's almost cute. No wait, it's definitely cute. If my lord wouldn't get mad at me I might be tempted to keep ya'." The laughter that spilled from its lips seemed almost uncharacteristic of a demon, a sort of honey sweet giggle that almost sounded approachable. After a deep breath, the demon regained its composure, albeit now with a soft smile on its face. "But, I'm not mad about it if that's what you're thinking. I'm flattered, honest. I originally made up those names on a whim to trick the last person who summoned me to make a pact, but its almost nice to hear them used as names. Even if they aren't actually your names."
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(It's been so long since I've actively shared my own writing, so apologies if it sounds weird at all or lacks proper flow. Constructive criticism is always welcome! I finished editing this while riding the high of finally defeating the pyro hypostasis sidshfhuisahfih. I dunno if this considered short or long, since my software of choice for writing this doesn't count my word count lol. I do have more ideas for this AU, so you are definitely welcome to ask for more details if you want. :) I'm gonna take a good nap before I post the second part.)
(Edit: Dialogue is now colour coded for easier reading. Cant believe I didnt think to do it earlier lololol.)
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Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.
This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?
From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.
"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."
"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"
You swiped at the back of his head.
"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."
"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.
"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.
You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.
"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.
"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.
Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-
You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.
You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.
Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.
Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.
You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.
You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.
You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.
"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.
Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.
Coward.
"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.
"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.
Tommy looks-
He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.
Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.
"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."
It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.
But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.
Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.
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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.
The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.
The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.
Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.
Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.
Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.
Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.
And let out a noise of surprise.
Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.
Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.
Come get some.
You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.
You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.
In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.
"Tommy, why were you just-"
"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.
"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"
"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."
You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.
"Tommy."
"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."
You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.
"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."
Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.
You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.
Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.
Hey, was it not a night for celebration?
A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.
The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.
"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."
You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.
He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.
You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.
"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.
"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."
You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.
Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-
Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.
It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.
You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.
What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.
You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.
Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.
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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.
All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.
God how could he not.
The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.
And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.
It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.
Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.
Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.
He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).
But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.
Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.
Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.
Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.
"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.
"What?" The man was just as quizzical.
"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.
The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.
You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.
"What. What was that?"
"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"
"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"
The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.
"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"
"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."
Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.
"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"
"You always say something stupid, stupid-"
"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.
"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.
"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."
"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"
"Seventeen?"
"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."
Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.
"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.
You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'
Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.
Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.
Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.
"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"
You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.
"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"
"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.
You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.
But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.
Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.
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