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idk if you’re taking in requests or thirsts but imagine giving toji a lap dance and even then he’s still the one who’s in charge and shiittt 😵‍💫

i want him so bad 😞

lol, why did I think of a stripper AU when I saw this? Also, this ask is like MONTHS old, I'm so sorry...also tysm for 4.9k guyssss, ur too kind

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sensual movements; lap dances + bumping and grinding - kisses (f! receiving) - clitoral stimulation - breast fondling + nipple play - biting/nibbling- pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, sweetie) - no penetration, but things get steamy - cameos: Mei Mei, Nanami and Ino. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

You were Toji’s favorite stripper.

You, your coworkers, and all the clients who come to enjoy the show all know this as fact.

It’s all fun and games that this is your job, and you must cater to all the other men and women who come to see you strut and work your stuff (or else your manager, Mei Mei, would have your head).

But this is something that should never be forgotten. When that raven-haired man with a scar on his lip walks into the premises, everyone has to act right: you’re off-limits because you are his girl.

Tonight was one of those Friday nights; women gather around the bar top to gather their weekend drinks – and flirt with Kento Nanami, the part-time bartender. Men under the influence howl at the topless entertainers, allowing them to motorboat and stuff cash into their underwear. And Ino, the DJ, plays the tunes that set the mood and keep the place going.

Toji walks past all of that — he’s not here for it. He strides up to the open area, where there are mini stages abided by booths, a pole for each that comes from the ceiling down. He comes to one of the stages, and a dancer stops midway through her routine to greet the man, ignoring the girls who whine from her mesmerizing dancing coming to a halt. “Toji~, it’s Friday already?”

“Yup, good to see you, Roxy,” he flashes a quick smile at the named entertainer. “They here today?”

Roxy giggles. “Knew you were going to ask me that. They should be at that back one over there at the corner…Oh! There they are.” She points, and Toji follows her finger to the promised stage and booth at the corner. He grins and gives a curt nod to Roxy before going on his way. “Enjoy the show, Toji~”

At the club corner is a booth filled with tired businessmen who come to drink. But guessing from the grins on their faces, they’re too enamored by what’s in front of them to quench their first. On the pole, twirling around the metal bar, was you. Entertaining the men with the usual routine, a few tricks, and moves to wow the mix of young and old business clients. And they gasp and roar at you, splitting your legs during a high kick.

Unfortunately, though, this was the last of their fun with you. Because after you transition from the pole, taking a client’s hand to have them aid you down the stage, something – or someone – catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn and smile, “Hey there, big guy.”

“Hey,” he greets you with a smirk. The guys around the booth watch, most with expressions as if their hearts dropped. Minus one, a young man who felt he should question the man standing next to him.

“Uhh, excuse me,” he says to the dark-haired, burly man. The other colleagues looked at him as if he lost his mind. “We got this table first, so go over somewhere with the other strippers and—“

He could not finish that sentence. Because Toji pulled the kid off his seat with one hand, the poor bastard squeaked at the sudden action. Piercing green eyes bore into his skull, his blood shifting to icy cold. “How ‘bout I have you go somewhere? Either in the trash or six feet under, whichever floats y’r boat.”

The scared look on the poor kid’s face didn’t change Toji’s attitude. Not even the other guys who were pleading to him to let their friend go, that he didn’t know what he was doing. He did not come here to start something, not tonight.

And for that, you were the only one who could calmly intervene, dissuading the situation by placing a hand on Toji’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Toji. I was giving these guys a little show before you came in. Now, please let him go, okay? I don’t think Mei Mei would want to deal with another broken arm situation.”

It was the safest option that you spoke to him, his little favorite. So, with a gruff scoff, Toji lets the guy go for him to land on the floor roughly. “You heard ‘em, fellas. Outta my spot.” The entrepreneurs get up and scram with no hesitation, grumbling at the younger colleague for causing such strife in the first place as they walk away somewhere, leaving you and Toji.

He watches them leave, turning to you when they’re at a respectable distance. Here is when he properly gets a good look at you. God, he could never get enough of you. You were wearing a black laced, caged mesh bra that covered your breasts, matching with lacy bottoms that shaped your hips beautifully. The bra was covered in rhinestones that shined with the club lights, which partnered with the side of your bottoms. And to complete the look, over-the-knee heeled boots that sparkled. A new favorite, Toji thinks.

“Well, now that you’re done terrorizing my guests,” you giggle and gesture to the booth seat. “Ready for me to spoil you?”

“Heh, think that’s the other way ‘round, sweetheart.” Toji chuckles as he takes off his coat and sits down. He notes you staring at his bulky arms for a quick second. You were fast, but not fast enough for him to catch you. “I’m sure y’re ready to drain my wallet.”

You walk between him and the stage behind you, bewitching him with the twinge of your lips as you bring your face closer. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Toji’s hand goes to your cheek, “A pretty lil’ angel like you? I’d let you rob every cent of me.”

The jest does its job of making you laugh before you withdraw your face from his hold. “You know the rules.”

The older man rolls his eyes but obliges, putting his hands behind his head and shifting comfortably. “I know, I know. No touchy.”

“No touchy.” You repeat, knowing he’s on the same page while you warm yourself up.

You start with the usual — he likes it. You turn and spread your legs, bending down slowly before him so he can get a perfect view of your ass and underwear. And you take your time getting up, using your hands to entice him by grazing them around your asscheeks. Next, you face him, eyes locked with his emerald ones. Taking one foot after the other, you bend again and place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them while maintaining eye contact. “How was work? Tough as usual?”

Now, while you have rules of your own, he also has things he can’t share — like the fact that his primary source of income comes from killing people. It’s why he’s always sure to clean himself up before coming here, spending his hard-earned cash to see you. But he humors you with tiny hints, “Mmm, as usual. Broken nose here, blood on knuckles there.”

You straighten up, placing a heeled foot on his right thigh. “My my, not that you got hurt, right?”

“Not a single scratch.”

You lift a brow before bringing your leg down to swiftly sit on his lap, snaking your hands up from his abdomen and chest to his strong shoulders. “You’re quite the dangerous one.”

“Sure,” He chortles smugly, “but y’re one to talk.”

You play along, forming a small “o” with your lips to display faux surprise. All the while bouncing on his lap. “Me? Dangerous?”

“Oh yeah, sweetie.” His eyes never leave your face, even when you sway to the side to measure his attention. “Y’re quite the little minx yourself.”

Your eyes narrow, inching your face closer, your noses practically touching. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Slow grinds to his groin, it makes him swallow. You close your eyes, lips drawing in with a whisper. “Is it?”

Toji closes his eyes as well, falling for your sensual spell. “Not at all…” But nothing comes of it, only a string of giggles as you remove your face from his, poking the tip of his nose with your finger to signal with awake before fully withdrawing your figure from him. He grins, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“I don’t see you complaining, sir.” You throw the title at him with a playful smirk, batting an eye before turning around with your back facing him. You gently sit on his lap and transition your services to that of a lap dance.

With an arched back, you roll your hips and ride on his lap, your butt rubbing on his jean-clad thighs to create heated friction. And Toji’s eyes examine your figure, from the highlighted skin of your back to the sway of your hips. The view of your butt rubbing on him gets him going, trying to fight the urge to just fuck the rules and grab your ass to grind on himself. Every rasp to his groin tests him to breathe steadily.

But then, you just had to look at him over your shoulder with that cute, complacent leer. “How ya feelin’ there, big guy? Dangerous enough for you yet?”

Yup, fuck it. Rules be damned, Toji grabs for your ass and brings it down flat on his groin. The action takes you aback – unconditionally out of the accustomed routine. Before you can question him, Toji’s scarred lips are already at your ear. “You tell me, princess. Teasin’ me like that is just askin’ for it.”

You hold back a whimper when he comes to your neck, biting your lips when his lips meet your skin. “Mmmm…whatever happened to no touchy? You could get into trouble—“

“Aww, are ya worrying f’r me?” He snickers to your ear again, listening to you gasp at the buck of his hips to your ass. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, just keep dancin’ f’r me, ‘kay? I’ll take care of you…”

Toji bites the helix of your ear, rolling his hips to hump you. With a shaky moan, you grind on him to match his cadence. You’re nervous; this is against the policy: guests are not supposed to touch the entertainers. And yet, now, with Toji’s firm hands holding onto you and him whispering to your ear, it somehow feels different — a lot more hedonistic.

You decide to play along, throwing your head back to his shoulder to rest, which gives him more access to kiss your exposed skin. His lips peck down your neck, and quivering wails seep from your lips when he mischievously nibbles on it. Too distracted to detect a hand snake down to your covered chasm.

Now would be the right time to say things are going too far. You bring a hand on top of his, a silent warning for him. But he chooses to ignore it, creeping the other hand under the hem of your top. “Relax, baby. Just focus on danicin’, yeah?”

This was so different, having a guest take the rails — no, having Toji take control of you. And you don’t dislike it; far from it, actually. If anything, it’s oddly exciting — letting the older man please you as you service him. It’s new and dangerous, especially in your workplace. But, oh my God, you don’t want it to stop.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he puts his back to the booth, using this to change into a different move. With your torso lifted and using your legs to maintain balance, you move your abdomen up and down. While you’re ghosting his groin with wave-like motions, Toji uses his fingers to play with your body. His left middle and forefinger rubs on your cover folds, roughly pressing down on where your clitoris is. A choked sob leaves puffy lips, even when his right hand is in your bra to grope your breast, his thumb swiping on your nipple to harden.

“Mmmph! Ahhaaa, Toji…”

“Yeah, just like that,” he reassures you. Another tweak to your nipple has you bite your lips with a hum. “Just like that—“

“Am I interrupting something?”

It took you mere milliseconds to recognize the new voice that enters your space, abruptly interrupting your session with purpose. You’re off of Toji just like that, hurriedly fixing yourself in the presence of your manager. “H–Hello, Mei Mei.”

“Hello there, Y/n.” She says it sweetly, but her words carry a stern connotation. The pale-blue-haired woman has her hair up in a braided ponytail while wearing a simple black split-thigh cami dress with mesh sleeves, and her gold earrings and red lipstick contrast with her pale skin. “Ah, I expected to see you here, too, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji greets the women, standing up at his own pace. “It is a Friday, Lady Mei.”

She smiled at the use of her business name; it was appropriate for what she was about to say. “Indeed it is. I decided to come down to check on the place and see how the life of the party was going. And all my guests seemed to be having quite a good time…Minus this one guy, who told me about the ‘scary fucker with a scar on his lip’ who lifted him like a doll and scared him and his buddies to a different table.”

Toji rubs the back of his neck, chortling with a smug grin. “Hmm, the guy must be some dick.”

“Must be...Now listen, Fushiguro, I know how much of a valuable customer you are, throwing good money at my girls — my girl.” Mei Mei walks to you and places her cold hands on your shoulders. “I’d find it hard to have you not come here anymore for not keeping your hands to yourself. On my customers and my entertainers.”

“That I understand, my Lady,” he sighs at your manager’s lecture and crosses his arms. “But you know how I roll. I just come here to see your girls—“ He stops to shift his gaze on you. “Your sweet girl.”

“And I see you care about them quite a lot, your hand up their bra and your lips on their skin.”

He shrugs it off. “I’m guilty.”

Mei Mei walks up to the older guest, her light violet eyes locked with his dark jade orbs. “Fushiguro, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid my rules apply to everybody. No touching the dancers. This is a strip club, not a brothel.”

“Yes, Mei,” He grasps every word thrown at him, his eyes not leaving her feline ones. “It’s just a shame that I’m willin’ to pay whatever to have Y/n privately for one night in those lil’ VIP rooms upstairs.”

A silver brow is quirked. “Are you trying to throw more money at my face to change the rules for your own convenience?”

“I’m trying to talk business, from one loyal customer to a good businesswoman.” He says nonchalantly, pointing to you with his chin. “That is if they’re up for it.” Now, why did he have to single you out like that? Because your manager turns to you with a patient look, gauging where you stand in this situation.

It’s a tricky thing to answer: do you want to have sex with your guest that made you feel good minutes ago? This job is supposed to be an easy one, coming here to dance and swing your ass off til the morning sun for good money. Now, on the one night when things get a little too heated – with your favorite customer, mind you – you’re in a conflict. And you have to thank God you didn’t kiss him on the lips!

However, it’s not like you don’t trust Toji; it’s the opposite. Sure, he can be a cocky bastard; there’s been instances where he’s touched you, but never like tonight. And yet, you didn’t find any danger in it. You were relaxed atop of him, leaning more into his touches. So, the thought that more could come from it is new. Chilling, but thrilling.

Your manager can see the inner turmoil through your face, so she answers in your stead, “Give it some thought for tomorrow, Y/n. And you,” Mei Mei turns back to the man guilty of this predicament. “Learn to behave yourself ’til then.”

“I will, Lady Mei,” Toji sneers, grabbing for his coat to put on and taking a few bands to give to you. “And I’ll be seein’ you tomorrow, baby.”

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earthtooz · 2 years

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she/her pronouns cuz i'm feelin it. just gojo lovin' his partner.

"if you're going to ask for dating tips from anyone, don't let it be gojo," megumi mutters.

itadori raises his eyebrows in genuine surprise at his classmate's comment, "why? he and y/n have been together for years!"

megumi places down his bottle, grabbing his sword which he put down after gojo called an impromptu break from combat. why was that? well, it's because he saw you walking towards him and decided nothing else was more important.

the duo watches as you approach their teacher in the middle of jujutsu high's expansive field, gojo's mood turning even chirpier with your arrival. there's nothing short of a big grin on your expression too, but it drops the moment the white-haired sorcerer places dramatic, unabashed kisses all over your face. the way his arms wrap around you is a telltale sign of the copious amount of love he holds for you.

megumi sighs at the sight he knows all too well- there's no room to be disgusted anymore, "he got lucky."

"that's a little harsh, fushiguro," nobara pipes in from the other side of the dark-haired who merely shrugs, "although in retrospect, it is unbelievable that someone like him landed someone as amazing as y/n."

itadori cuts in momentarily, "i guess it's cause our teacher has game, don't disrespect him."

"he begged y/n to go on a date with him for multiple consecutive years. i remember he ended up on his knees when she finally agreed."

nobara hummed, "that makes sense."

the first years couldn't hear what you were saying but they could definitely see the way you were currently scolding gojo (jokingly?) and the way he held onto your every word. he says something that gets you flustered and without another moment wasted, you leave him behind to go up to the first years.

gojo trails behind you, taking his place behind you with his arm around your waist.

"y/n!" itadori greets enthusiastically, "hello!"

the three wave at you.

"hi yuji, megumi, nobara, what's up?" you ask with a polite smile.

"we're in the middle of combat training but gojo," nobara says, stressing her teacher's name with a pointed tone, "got distracted."

with an apologetic look, you murmur, "that's my bad, sorry. i'll let you get back to training-"

"actually, i was hoping for some combat tips from you," megumi interrupts.

"me too!" nobara exclaims, a glimmer in her eyes that only seems to manifest when you're the one that's teaching her. that fact definitely doesn't hurt gojo.

the special grade sorcerer sighs, "go ahead, just steal my students like you did with my heart."

you laugh lightly, "sorry 'toru, i'll cook your favourite tonight, 'kay?"

he nods, absolutely enchanted by you, "m'kay."

itadori remains silent whilst gojo watches you walking away, going over to the two younger sorcerers instead.

"what bliss," sighs gojo.

"how did you get y/n to date you?"

"oh, i still can't believe i got the first date!" gojo exclaims, a little too happily for the words he just confessed, "let alone eight years!"

"eight? weren't you classmates before that too?"

"yup, been lovin' y/n since second year!"

itadori takes another moment to examine how awestruck his teacher is whilst watching you guide megumi and nobara, somehow knowing their cursed techniques better than they do. he wonders if he should have gone with you too.

"that's kinda sad."

"yeah, but i don't think i have anything to be upset about. she could kick my ass."

itadori glances at his teacher with a confused expression, "but she has before."

"exactly!"

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 6 months

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Darlin’, Darlin’

Pairing(s): Jacob Black x Swan!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: wolf imprinting, scenting, makeout, agedup!jacob, hurt&comfort, one night stands, changed it a little bit from the prompt, renee being a crap mom, sorry i tend to write her in a negative light but i have never been able to stand her character 😅, plus i have my own unresolved mommy issues lol 😅 , mention of alcohol consumption, reader smokes, unprotected sex just imagine reader being on birth control, flings, virgin!jacob, losing that v card, kinda bitchy reader?

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Stepping one foot out of your taxi, you finally take in the sight of the Cullen residence. Just to make sure, you double check the address that was on the wedding invitation.

Yup, this was the place.

Already there's festive laughter streaming out of the house. Some people lingered on the large wrap-around porch, talking amongst one another.

You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was.

And a wedding in your mind was the most absurd thing to waste one's money on. Especially one as extravagant as this one. You surmise that the Cullens obviously were the ones to foot the wedding bill. Neither Charlie nor Renee would have the funds to put together a glittery wonderland like this one.

Readjusting the skirt of your dress, you walk up the steps, bombarded by the loud music and chatter. You were already regretting going through with it when you weave through the throng of people in the house. Unfamiliar faces that stare at you in your trek to find Renee. Though really you just wanted to fist a few drinks into you first. Your mom wouldn't be happy if you got drunk so early. It would definitely lighten your mood, but you shake off any thoughts of libations.

After asking around, you learn she's upstairs helping the bride get ready.

Fine paintings were displayed on the wall as you take one step at a time. They look to be originals too. Not that you knew much about art. The paintings were beautiful regardless. Everything about the Cullen house was meticulously perfect. A wonder how your clumsy sister was marrying into this atmosphere.

You follow a gaggle of female voices to a closed bedroom door. When you knock, a short pixie of a girl opens it with startling gold eyes. "You must be Bella's sister!" She's open and inviting, tugging you by the arm inside of the room.

Renee calls over to you, delighted at your presence. "You made it!" She throws her arms around you, suffocating your nose with her strong perfume. Like with most of your family, you were never close to Renee. The moment you were accepted into a university away from her, you leapt on the opportunity and never looked back.

She steers you to where Bella is standing in front of a floor length mirror that reflects her image. Her wedding gown was sleek and not as terrible as you first imagined it to be. When was the last time you'd seen her? Probably not since your own senior year in Arizona.

Her dark eyes round at your appearance, definitely not expecting you to be there.

"Hey Bella. Congratulations." Your lips quirk up in a small smile that hides your desire to not be there. This is what you had to do in front of your family. Put on a mask and pretend you were happy to see them. You felt awkward in that room, knowing your interaction was being watched by the pixie girl, your mom and an unknown blonde woman who was drop dead gorgeous.

Her thin lips part in a struggle to gather any useful words. "Th-Thanks." It was clear she didn't really know how to act around you either.

You shoot an anxious look to your mom as if to say 'See, I did what you wanted me to do now let me free.' Ridiculous how you still looked to her for any guidance even though she would offer you none. Renee merely sighs and nods her head toward the door.

Relief makes the warmth in your face cool down as you give Bella an awkward wave goodbye before hightailing it out and back down the stairs. The rest of the house was no better. Your claustrophobia starting to get the best of you as you desperately try to elbow your way to the backyard for some fresh air. It was so stuffy in there. The lack of fresh air flow was really starting to get to you.

That's when you bump into someone- well honestly you thought it was a wall by how sturdy and hard the person's body was. Wobbling backwards, you're grateful that at least the body you bumped into had faster reflexes than you. A large, tan hand grips at your wrist to pull you back up and stabilize your posture.

You stare up into a handsome face with penetrating dark eyes. His jaw slackens, whatever he was going to say. Pure shock ripples across his face.

"S-sorry about that." You apologize and brush off his hand, or at least try to. His grip on your wrist is incredibly strong. Furrowing your brows you look back up to him. "Um, excuse me. . ."

He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in. "Sorry. Sorry." His fingers reluctantly release your wrist, hovering over your skin until you pull your hand back to your chest. Cute and towering over you, you feel the anxiousness in your chest from the crowd subside. He doesn't move. Instead he introduces himself with a shallow breath. "I'm Jacob Black."

"Oh, Jacob Black. That name sounds familiar." You reply and give him your own name.

"You're Bella's sister." Jacob states but his voice still held a bit of confusion.

You awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah, that's me." The intense way he's looking at you has you slightly uneasy. "How do you know Bella?"

"We. . ." he clears his throat, finally averting his gaze from you. "We're friends. I live on the reservation. Charlie and my dad are best friends."

Trying to remember your childhood with Charlie, nothing comes up. When your parents split, initially you lived with him. But being a small kid alone at night while he was working wasn't really ideal. After a while it was decided that you should be with Renee and Bella. It must have seemed like the best option. Honestly you were screwed with either parent.

"Since you've been in the loop," from your peripheral you notice a waiter carrying around a tray of drinks (thank god they were serving alcohol before the ceremony) "what is Bella's fiancee like?"

That sours his face. Jacob doesn't bother to try and hide his dislike for this guy that was marrying your sister. His lips squirm but he couldn't conjure any positive words. "He's. . . well, I don't trust him."

"Why? Does he mistreat her?"

"Well-"

"Oh!" You smile when you connect the dots. "You like Bella, don't you?"

He's slightly loud now. "No!! No, I-I don't like her. I mean, I did, but not anymore, obviously."

Was it obvious though? The way he was yammering on made it all too obvious that he still had feelings for her. You watch him suffer, occasionally taking a sip of your champagne. When he winds himself out, he mutters one more apology. Jacob's face a beet red. You just chuckle.

"No need to apologize. Guess it was my bad. I don't know much about Bella. We've never been close. I was just curious."

Around you, the flow of guests was starting to congregate to the backyard. "I think it's time." You take one more sip and set aside your champagne flute.

At the reception, you again find yourself outside on the front porch. Her husband (and his family) were quite honestly the most beautiful people you'd ever set your gaze on. And they seemed to genuinely love Bella. You just hope that her marriage lasts longer than any of Renee's.

Next to you on the front step was another cocktail. Your fingers were occupied with holding up your cigarette. Watching the slow dance of the smoke curling upward. It was a beautiful evening, you'd give them that.

Having said hello to Charlie a few minutes ago, all of your duties here were over. You'd stay in the little rinky dink motel that Forks has tonight then head back to your actual home.

Snuffing out the stubby remnants of your cigarette, you toss back the rest of your drink and fish your phone out of your jacket pocket.

You're about to call a taxi before you hear the creaking of the porch's floorboards behind you. Twisting around to see Jacob Black leaning against the wooden column. "Heading out so soon?"

All honesty, he was cute. A year or two younger than you, Jacob was like a giant in comparison to Bella's now husband. More muscular too.

"Yeah. I have to go back to work the day after tomorrow." You won't tell him just how eager you were to return even if that meant you had to work. Anything was better than be surrounded by strangers. "I have a motel room for the night though. Gonna call a taxi."

"I can give you a ride, if you want. It'll probably take a taxi time to get up here." Jacob looks down the narrow, winding road that was the only one to lead up to the Cullen estate.

"Really?"

There's a ripple of relief in his gaze and the spreading of his smile. "Of course. You wanna go now?"

Arching a brow, you look around him to the front door where inside was the warmth of celebration. "You don't want to stay?"

His nose scrunches up. "Nah. There's nothing left for me in there."

Weird way to put it but you shrug it off and follow Jacob to a little red Volkswagen car that, while being on the older side of vehicles, appeared to be well maintained. Definitely didn't match any of the other fancy looking cars lining the Cullen's driveway. You're surprised they didn't hire a valet.

Pure magic the way Jacob maneuvers his car around all of the others without hitting any of them. Watching it made you nervous so you'd squeezed your eyes tight, listening to Jacob chuckle.

A good thing about Forks was that it wasn't a big town. And the motel was the only local one in the town.

"I appreciate this. Can I give you money for gas?" You lean back into the worn cushions of the seat.

"Don't worry about it." He just waves you off. The lightness in his voice doesn't match the anxious drumming of his fingers against the wheel. You frown at the behavior, tucking it away in the back of your mind. Your nature was to be untrustworthy of people. Especially those you've just met.

"Why did you go to Bella's wedding?"

"Because she invited me. And. . . as much as I hate him, Bella's still my friend."

That was sweet but the ceremony must have been a dagger in his heart, another reminder that the girl he loved could never be his.

'Why did you go to her wedding? You looked like the whole thing was actual torture." Jacob turns your question against yourself. "You even said that you aren't close with Bella."

"Obligation. My mother paid for a plane ticket to come to the wedding without my knowledge. Really laid that guilt heavy when she said the ticket was expensive." You roll your eyes when you remembered that phone call. "And I guess it's the least I can do as the older sister. Just show up."

A lull in conversation settles until Jacob brings up "So you probably won't be coming back any time soon. . . That's a shame. . ."

You shrug. "There really isn't a reason for me to stay. My life isn't here."

The drinks you previously consumed were beginning to make your tummy warm and your morals. . . well, loose. You start really taking in Jacob's side profile, his defined cheekbones and full lips. The muscles that are roped in his neck. Were you really entertaining the idea of sleeping with Bella's sloppy seconds?

You bite your bottom lip, fighting against the ache you feel between your legs. It had been a while since you'd last had a good rutting. But you felt that this guy, no matter how sexy he appeared, was a virgin. That was something you didn't want to deal with. You wanted a man who knew what he was doing.

Reigning in your drunk horniness, you turn your head to stare back out the window. No, you definitely didn't want to have another reason to come back here.

Quiet the rest of the way to the motel, you watch the neon sign grow closer as Jacob pulled into the pebbly parking lot. You stretch and grab your bag from between your feet.

"Thanks again for the ride. Are you sure you don't want any money for gas?"

Why did he look like a sad puppy?

"Like I said, it's alright. But. . . Can I get your number instead?"

You feel your brows shoot up and you know you must have a ridiculous expression. "My number? What for?"

His cheeks tinge with warmth as Jacob peels his eyes away from you. Yup, definitely a virgin.

"I'd. . . I'd like to get to know you." Was all he could mumble out.

Damn he was making it too easy for you.

An impish curl to your lips. "You can still get to know me. Want to come inside for a little bit?" The implication was too obvious that even Jacob was able to catch on your meaning.

Poor thing is stammering, conflicted with saying yes but the sweet part of him wanted to reject your offer. You really didn't think he would agree but enjoyed the shock he got from your words.

Letting him sit in the car perplexed, you open the car door and bid him goodnight.

It only took a second before you heard footsteps right behind you. You felt his body heat at your back when you open your motel room door. The lights were still on, the way you left them, at least casting a warm glow over the meager furniture in the room. You set your bag down on the chair and finally turn around to face Jacob.

He's blushing terribly, unable to hide his nerves and you take pity on him.

"You can sit down, ya know." you chuckle and he obediently sits on the edge. "You said you wanted to get to know me more, right?" Crouching down, you open the mini fridge that the motel offered. Having already stashed away some items you bought at the liquor store. Fingers crack open the can.

Jacob's gaze fires something inside of you. His blush was intense but it didn't compare to the heat in his eyes. A small blush of your own actually tinges your face. "Yeah. I did. Like what's your favorite color or your favorite food?" His smile would flood any girl's panties.

You hide your giggle by taking a sip from your can. "Hmm, those are real stumpers." The more the both of you joked around, the more tension that leaves Jacob's frame. Sitting next to him he's now comfortable enough to scoot closer to you so that your bodies are pressed together.

In a rather sneaky way, Jacob had stolen your can of beer and was drinking from it too. Well, now you couldn't have him driving back home tonight with a good conscious.

And just as the alcohol was starting to warm him too, his hands grew bold and traveled from resting on your thigh to your waist and higher until you were pressed against his chest. Jacob's kiss overflows with passion and lust that completely takes your breath away. He's definitely kissed before, that much was certain.

His skin nearly scalds under your fingers as they find themselves gripping the soft cotton material of his button up.

This was a new Jacob that you hadn't seen. Was he keeping this part hidden deep down all along?

Hot hands hike up the hem of your dress, impatient to rove the skin of your upper thighs. He palms the soft, squishy flesh of the insides of your thighs before pausing near the elastic band of your panties. He's groaning to himself, knowing what lay beyond the flimsy fabric. Just to verify for yourself, you grind yourself against the tent of his pants. Jacob shivers and given your unvoiced permission, his fingers pull aside your underwear.

His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, lips nipping at the juncture of your jaw. It makes your head tilt back to give him more access. Jacob growls in appreciation, thick fingers playing with your wet pussy lips. You squirm, wanting him inside of you but he was strong and kept you at bay. If this was indeed his first time then Jacob was in no rush. Like he wanted to memorize through the touch of his fingers each intimate part of you.

Nose nuzzling the soft skin of your throat, inhaling deeply. A finger grazes over your swollen clit making you jump from the sudden contact. Your little whine just makes his cock harder. Jacob chokes on his own moan and glides over your clit again.

Most men wouldn't even know where the clit is. Especially virgins. Jacob seemed to find it right away and liked how this small button of nerves could send you into a spasming fit.

As much as you want to regain control, your head is swimming from the attention he's giving your body. Eager hands and lips.

Jacob becomes slack jawed when he finally inserts a finger past your sopping folds. "Oh fuck"

He keeps whispering 'fuck fuck fuck' as his finger slides in and out, helped by your pooling arousal coating it. Your mewling is cut short though and turns into a cry of dismay when he removes his hand completely to examine his glistening digits. Bringing it up his lips, he sniffs it and you swear a dark possessiveness seizes his expression. Jacob licks his fingers and thumb clean.

While he's distracted, you scramble to fling your clothes off; skin burning up with desire. When you look back at him, his eyes are now glued to your naked form.

"Come on. You're turn." You grin and lean back against the pillows on the bed.

So obedient, Jacob nearly rips his shirt to shreds. The buttons were but an obstacle to him now.

Boy were you delighted to see his sculpted body. His abs and cum gutters that were oh so prominent. And once his pants were removed-

How was this guy still a virgin??

You've been with your share of men, but none of them had a cock as thick as a beer can. Damn near hypnotized watching it as he crawls on the bed and slots himself in between your open legs. Something animalistic on his face as he grabs your legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Going by pure instinct, the bulb of Jacob's cock is dragged along your begging slit, experimentally bullying the tip inside.

Once he had the tip in, he snaps his hips harshly, piercing you and stretching out the walls of your pussy with his thick cock.

Now you're the one chanting 'fuck fuck fuck' repeatedly as he gives you no time to adjust. Now that he's inside of you, Jacob can't help but devour you entirely. Fingers digging into your plush skin as he holds onto you tightly. The tight squeeze your pussy offered his cock was driving him inside so that he mercilessly pounded into you. You enjoy every second, every ram his cock tip dealt your cervix. It was impossible for a virgin to fuck you this good and this dumb but there you were just a screaming mess. Absolutely no thoughts in your head, only focusing on the stretch the width of his cock gives you.

You try your best to buck against him, to reciprocate every pleasure he gave you but it was laborious to keep up with him. So you just let him use you as a fuck doll.

You wanted to be fucked into oblivion.

Jacob had a rude awakening the following morning, not just due to the slight headache that was ringing in his brain, but because when he reached over for the warm body he thought was next to him there was only cold bed sheets.

He peels his eyes open to find the bed completely empty besides himself. There was a piece of paper with black inked writing. It had an apology. You were running late to your flight and apologized.

But no number.

Staring at it for a moment, Jacob sighs, running a hand over his face. He just couldn't believe what he'd done last night. Worse was you'd left no number.

Really, he couldn't help himself once he'd imprinted on you. That was sealing the fate of the night. Especially when he smelled your arousal. Fuck, he was just hoping to be invited to stay with you. Though he didn't quite believe it at first when you'd offered him to come inside your room. He would've done anything in the moment to stay a little longer with you.

The alcohol wasn't what really urged him on once he got going, it was the wolf in him. To claim and. . . Jacob blushes to admit it, but to breed too. All instinctual, of course. He wasn't ready for kids and clearly you weren't either. But that's what his wolf was howling at him to do.

It was embarrassing to admit that at the end of the day, his wolf really did control him.

He runs away from his own thoughts by reading your note again, overly focusing on the lack of number. Anxious thoughts sweep him up in a smashing wave.

Pressure upon his chest makes him feel like he can't breathe. Repressing the urge to shapeshift into a stronger form that would allow him to really express the anguish he was feeling. It hurt when Bella rejected him. The hurt had stayed with him up until he'd spotted you.

He thought it cruel kismet that you turned out to be Bella's sister. Who would blame him though? No one has seen you in Forks since you were small. And Bella never spoke of you either. To him, you'd only been an urban legend with only a handful of pictures as shaky evidence.

This explains everything though. Why he was drawn to Bella. She would eventually lead him to who he really belonged with. You.

The animal in him gnashes it's teeth together, growling for it's imprintee, it's mate.

If only Jacob knew.

Find her.

A constant bark in his mind until he leapt from the bed and got dressed. He couldn't silence it until he obeyed. Finding his cellphone drained of battery. Jacob curses his past self for not charging it prior to the wedding. He'd have to wait to call Bella and hopefully she would answer on her honeymoon.

You frown at the unknown number that had your phone ringing. Since you were at work, you ignore it.

At first.

Four more calls sets you at your limit until you excuse yourself and go into the hall to answer it. "Hello?"

"You're a piece of work, you know that?! Showing up to my wedding without speaking to me for years?!"

"You invited me! And mom made me!" You snap, knowing who it was. Bella. What was she doing calling you? She was supposed to be on her honeymoon with her perfect husband. Renee must have given her your number. "What is it? What's so important that you pulled me away from work?"

"How could you do that to Jacob? You fuck him a-and then just leave without anything?!" You remember that stutter from childhood. It always got worse when Bella was upset.

Grinding your molars, you make sure to lower your voice so you weren't heard from your coworkers. "I left a note explaining that I would be late to my flight."

You hear her derisive scoff "But no contact information! Was he just a fling to you? A-A boy toy?!!"

The laugh left you before you could stop it.

"You think this is funny?!"

Cackling now, you have to take a deep breath to settle yourself. "Oh my god I don't think I've heard anyone say that in years!"

That adds heat to her tone. "You can't use people like that!!"

"I didn't use him. For god's sake Bella, we had a good time and that was that. I told him I didn't have anything left in Forks. Gave him plenty of opportunities to leave. I didn't force-"

"He-he REALLY likes you. And you just tossed him aside! That night meant more to him than you could possibly know!"

Maybe you should have been more considerate. But your jaded side was strong, having been fucked over by guys one too many times before. Some of them virgins too. Fuck you didn't want to say Bella was right.

"He can't be that upset that I dashed without leaving him a number. We hardly know each other. He'll find someone else now that he has the confidence that he could even get a girl."

Bella goes silent for a moment. You hear soft whispers in the background, most likely Edward. She returns to you with a frustrated huff. "Look, just- please call him or better yet go see him. I've never expected much from you, but you have to see him again. Please."

This was the only thing she's really asked for from you.

You called him when you got home, heavily apologizing because it was most possibly the best sex of your life if you were being completely honest. And he deserved an explanation on why you'd left without giving him your number. "It wasn't anything you did, really. I'm just kinda a shitty person. I'm really sorry. . . I should've been more empathetic. I remember when I lost my virginity-"

"Oh god. Th-that's not the reason why I wanted your number. I didn't just want to screw you. I. . ." You listen to him gulp. Jacob takes a deep breath. On the other end, unbeknownst to you, was Jacob pacing back and forth at a rest stop near where your city was in. He'd never meant for it to sound like he was tattling to Bella and butt-hurt. All he asked was for your number before she countered demanding a reason why. He was completely honest with her. She blew up at him over the phone to the point he had to hold his cellphone at arm's length. Bella hung up immediately once she was done. Probably to call you. Apparently she hadn't told you about the whole wolves and imprinting thing.

Using what scent was left on his shirt, he'd strapped his shorts and shirt to his leg and shifted to his wolf to track you down. It may have been extreme, but by the time he'd gotten Bella to answer her phone he was already at his wit's end. He knew he may have come off as a creep by doing this. This was an itch he desperately needed to satisfy. The wolf in him demands to know where you'd gone.

He couldn't say that to you. That would make him sound downright demented.

"I would just really like to know you. For real. Not just your favorite color or food. I want to know that too, but I want to really know you." God did he sound lame? Jacob thought what he just said was totally lame.

"You sure? You may not like what you find." There's a hint of sadness.

"I'm positive."

Setting up another date, you put down your phone with a tender smile. Maybe. . . Maybe this wouldn't be like all the other times. He sounded sincere. And no one else has gone to the trouble of getting your number from anyone.

You just hope you weren't making a big mistake.

Grabbing your cigarette and lighter, you head outside onto your small porch.

You put it between your lips while your thumb fumbles with the lighter's sparkwheel. A crunching sound a few feet away from you makes you pause. The cigarette falls from your lips as you stare into large brown eyes stare at you from a break of trees. Russet fur was highlighted by the street light that was near. You didn't think wolves were capable of growing to such a size. This thing was gargantuan.

There's not an air of danger around it. The wolf merely wags it's tail, snout shaping into what you could only describe as a grin before it pads back off into the night.

You smile to yourself. "Wow."

It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

Perhaps a good omen.

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arashrita · 7 months

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Hello I found your blog and loved your writing!!! I was wondering if you could do “Saying I love you” to the house wardens from twisted wonderland (fem reader if possible) and what their reactions are? ( o///o )

A/N: Hey there! I hope you are doing well. Thank you so much for requesting. Enjoy and have a good day/night/afternoon! 💜💜

HC: Saying "I love you" to him (F! Reader)

You must be a little crazy to have chosen me. How did you hear my unspoken words? You are like the day, and I’m like the night. Let’s get together like the evenings. Love, wonderful love. It will break your heart and then heal it like the ethreal thing it is.

Or, the headcanon, where you confess to him.

I Love You!

Riddle: You broke a rule and he was mad at you. Not to mention he is supposed tutor you as well. Which meant only one thing— nobody's gonna here the end of it. You could tell he was trying hard. He didn't want to lash out. Maybe that's why, he was quiet. When the study session ended, you couldn't take the silence anymore. You didn't want him to be upset with you—not when...you love him so much. He deserves to know that!

"Riddle, I love you."

He stopped in his tracks. He never expected to hear that words, specially from you. Not after everything. He didn't deserve it. He was supposed to be mad at you, yet...

"(Y/N)... No..."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I- we can't do this. You shouldn't—you shouldn't love ME out of all people. I don't deserve that. N-not that—

"Riddle, that's for me to decide. Say, do you reciprocate my feelings or not?"

"I-I... I do."

His voice was barely above a whisper. His face felt like it was on fire. Why do you have such an effect on him?! Despite all the doubts he couldn't help but melt in your touch as you wrap your arms around him.

"I love you too, my rose, I love you too."

Leona: He was being petty again and he was aware. But Leona is a little shit when he wants to be and we all know that. You were tired of the back and forth bickering. He just wouldn't hear you out. So, you had one last trick up your sleeve aka confess to him.

"Leona, I love you."

He was surprised. Huh? You? Love him? It took him a minute to process your words and when he finally did it he smirked like a crazy person.

"Huh, of course you love me herbivore."

His lips were on yours in no time. Congrats! You just skyrocketed his ego even further.

Azul: "I love you, Azul."

One day you dropped the bomb on him outta nowhere. He was flabbergasted. He is dreaming, right? There's no way in hell that you love his dumbass self! But there's the thing. You do love his dumbass self and when you tell him that, he is ready to crawl in his octopot. His face was redder than a tomato. He can never keep up his cool facade when you are smiling at him with literally hearts in your eyes!

"I-I-I d-don't u-unders-stand?"

He was a stuttering mess.

You took a deep breath and repeated yourself.

"You heard me right, Azul Ashengrotto, I love you."

"I-I-l-love y-you t-too!!!"

You would've sworn he was going to faint when you pecked his cheek.

Kalim: "I love you, Kalim!"

"I love you, (Y/N)!"

Yup, both of you confessed at the same time and ended up becoming a laughing mess, until the realization sank in.

"Wait... (Y/N)... you love me? Like love-love me?"

"Yes, Kalim!"

"Me too!!"

He is so happy that he ends up throwing a party in Scarabia that day. Jamil just hopes that you will keep Kalim in check. Ace and Deuce are quite surprised when they receive an invitation for the party. Well, as long as the two of you are happy.

You gained a whole sun for yourself, congrats!"

Vil: He was doing your make-up. According to him, applying make-up can make your mood better. You didn't really think so. But, oh well, he was passionate. Also, there's another reason for not saying 'no' to him. Because, this is one of the times when his complete focus is on you and you get to see his work. He loves to try out new things with you since you are the only female in the whole campus. (He likes you, but, he will never admit it.) So, it's a win-win situation for the both of you. His dedication makes you smile. Maybe, it's time that you tell him about your true feelings.

"Vil, I love you."

His hands dosen't stop, like he wasn't even surprised. But inside, he felt his heart bursting with overwhelming joy. He is overjoyed that his sweet potato feels the same for him.

He leans in.

"Let me show you my feelings, (Y/N)."

Idia: You decided to confess to him during an anime marathon in his room.The anime was romantic and that felt like a perfect timing. You locked your fingers with his, so he dosen't run away.

"Idia, I love you."

His hair literally was flaming red. He is dead sure that he heard wrong. But, the serious look on your face said otherwise. That's when he noticed how you were holding his hand and man he was sure that his heart will burst out of his chest. How can you even like a pathetic otaku like him?! That dosen't make any sense!!

"I-I-I—

He couldn't even form a proper sentence. His eyes widened even more when you leaned in.

Idia exe. has officially stopped working.

Malleus: Confessing to Malleus was proving to be harder than you thought. This guy gives off mixed signals. Not to mention that he is the future king of Briar Valley. It's really hard to understand this dragon. But, oh well, if you need to find out, then you have to confess. End of story.

So, when he arrives during night time, like he always does, you straight up admit that you love him.

"Malleus, I love you."

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, showing his little fangs. He is adorable, you have to give him that. But then, a huge smile spreads across his face.

"My dear child of man, I see that you beat me to it. I wanted to confess too."

Even if his cheeks were red, you decided to ignore that as his lips landed on yours.

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fadedin2u · 4 months

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pick up and roll the dice (ch. 1)

read in between the lines, i know you love me…

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Ellie since she moved into your neighborhood in elementary school, and now, you’re sharing a dorm room together at college. What could go wrong when you both start reading between the lines? Based on the song Hold On by The Internet.

word count: 2.5k

content: childhood best friends!au, dealer!ellie, fem!reader, college!au, modern!au, hurt/comfort, ellie’s a little bit of a player, ellie is a simp (not surprising), art major!ellie, kinda slow burn??

warnings: sexual harassment (mentioned), drug usage (weed), lots of cursing (what do you expect), men (mentioned), expect nsfw chapters in the future so MDNI 18+

notes: this is my first fic i’ve written for tlou, and it’s about damn time bc i’ve been lurking in the ellie williams x reader tags for months lmao, hope you enjoy! next chapter should be out by the end of the weekend! reblogs/likes are much appreciated :) let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

You’re welcomed into your dorm room by the smell of pot smoke. You walk in, already in a foul mood, shaking with adrenaline and anxiety. You drop your bag on the floor and kick off your shoes.

Ellie, your roommate and close friend since childhood, is sitting on her twin bed, leaning out the window as she smokes a joint. She’s dressed casually in a pair of old sweatpants and a t-shirt, her auburn hair haphazardly thrown up into a half-bun, most strands too short to all be gathered into a single bun. When she catches sight of you, she immediately can tell something is up.

“You okay?” Ellie asks, tapping the ash from her joint out the window.

You walk over to Ellie’s bed and melodramatically collapse face-first with a “Hmmph.”

“I’m dropping out.” You deadpan, your voice muffled by Ellie’s duvet.

Ellie takes a long drag from her joint and exhales a puff of smoke before turning to you, her eyebrows raised. “Huh? What?”

She sits up, holding the joint between her fingers before she gestures for you to clarify.

“You can’t drop out. What’re you gonna do all day? Sit around and eat Oreos?”

You stay face-planted onto Ellie’s bed.

“Yup. And I’ll be lazy and happy.” You say.

It takes every ounce of self-restraint inside of Ellie to not shove you off of her bed right this second. Instead, she leans forward and nudges your shoulder with her knee.

"Babe. Honey. Sweetie. Angel-Face. Get up. You sound like a dumbass right now.”

You roll over, and Ellie notices that your eyes are red and puffy, clearly having cried before coming back to the dorm.

“Hey! I’m having a crisis!” You exclaim, folding your arms over your chest.

Ellie’s face softens and her eyebrows furrow, concerned. “Hey… What’s going on? Want some of this?” She offers the joint to you.

You take it gratefully, taking a long drag. You shake her head, looking down at your miniskirt. “I really need to stop wearing this skirt in public… When I was walking back here, two dudes started following me and saying weird, gross shit. I tried telling them off, but I must have looked so pathetic that they just laughed… They followed me almost the whole way here.”

You pass the joint back to Ellie, saying sarcastically, “So, yes. In conclusion, I’m dropping out.”

Ellie is stunned silent. Her high buzz instantly fades and she reaches out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder. Ellie doesn't say anything at first, but she looks down at you with a worried expression on her face.

She puts out her half-finished joint, and scoots forward on the bed towards you. Her expression is stern and angry, and she seems utterly furious on your behalf.

“Did those fucking pieces of shit touch you? Did you call the cops?”

As she’s speaking, Ellie’s entire demeanor changes, and it’s obvious how upset these men made her. Ellie always seems to have a lot of rage built-up inside of her, but it’s amplified now.

You bite your lip, looking down.

“They didn’t touch me… I didn’t call the cops. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I should have called someone, but I was so freaked out, and… I’m sorry, Els.” You say quietly.

Ellie grabs your arm and pulls you towards her.

"It's okay, babe. It's not your fault."

Ellie leans forward to hug you tightly, rubbing your back.

"Those dickwipes should have never said anything to you. Let alone touched you. If they ever do that again, you tell me, and I'll take care of it."

Ellie takes a deep breath and sighs. She leans back against the wall and pulls you with her, keeping you close. You allow yourself to be pulled into Ellie’s hold, grateful, and you feel tears press at the back of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t want to cry again.” You say, hiding your face in Ellie’s shoulder.

Ellie wraps her arms around you tighter, comforting you.

"Hey. It's alright to cry. Let it all out." She murmurs soothingly. "Don't be ashamed. You were just fucking harassed."

She holds you, continuing to rub your back and kissing the top of your head. Ellie feels sick at the thought of you hurting or struggling alone.

You sniffle as a few tears run down your cheeks, still hiding your face in Ellie’s shoulder.

“I just don’t understand what I can possibly do in those situations. And I feel like they happen all the fucking time.”

You wipe your face, “Like fucking yesterday! When I got catcalled at 8AM by the construction workers working on the new science building, and I was just trying to get to class!”

You shake your head, “I just feel so helpless in those situations, because they don’t even see me as a real person.”

"Well, you gotta make them see you as a force to be reckoned with." Ellie says, her voice stern.

She pauses, and lets out an exhale.

"These guys obviously aren't going to stop catcalling and harassing women, so either we ignore the comments, or we learn how to respond. It's a fucking shame that it has to be this way but..."

Ellie sighs and leans back. She rubs your shoulder with one hand, and her other hand gently rests on your thigh.

You feel your cheeks go hot, hyper-focused on Ellie’s hand on your leg.

“But, Els… I can’t fight for shit. There’s no way those guys could ever be intimidated by me the way you can intimidate them.”

You wipe your face, embarrassed by your tears. “Like, how could they possibly see me as anything other than a ‘slut who’s asking for it’, if I recall what they wouldn’t stop saying to me correctly.” You say, quoting the men who followed you home.

Ellie leans in a little closer and rests her head on your shoulder.

"I think that my girl can kick ass and dish it out as good as she takes it." Ellie's expression looks serious, and she gently squeezes your thigh as she speaks.

"Like, have you ever seen those videos on Instagram where girls absolutely own some big dudes? That'll be you, dude. Trust me, I know exactly what you're capable of. You just gotta learn how to take up space."

You laugh a little, wiping your face again.

“Is this you telling me that I need to take a boxing class?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Ellie chuckles, and smiles as she squeezes your leg again.

"Hell yeah. Take a boxing class. I wanna see you punch a fuckin' guy's lights out the next time he wants to harass you."

Ellie pauses and takes a deep breath.

"If you're worried about money for lessons or fuck-all, you know I got your back, right?" Ellie says earnestly. "And if there's any guy who's giving you problems, just say the fucking word and I'll kick their ass for you."

You laugh again, sniffling as you hug Ellie.

“My knight in shining armor.” You joke.

You pull back, taking a breath. “Thank you though, seriously. Today was just an overall shitty day, and I’m just glad that I get to come back to our dorm and be with my best friend.”

"Anytime." Ellie's expression is soft as she smiles at you.

Ellie glances at the joint on her bedside table, and glances back at you.

"Wanna hit that? Or are you tapped-out?"

You go to pick up the joint, and use Ellie’s lighter to re-light it.

“Me? Tapping out? Please-“ You say as you smile at Ellie, taking a drag.

Ellie chuckles, watching you with a fond smile.

You pass the joint to Ellie. “Besides, I’m chilling the fuck out tonight. Today was garbage, and I don’t want to keep thinking about anything.”

Ellie chuckles and shakes her head as she takes the joint.

"I feel so bad that you had such a fucking awful day. I know you've been going through some stuff recently, so today was the absolute last thing you needed."

Ellie inhales a long drag, and looks down at you.

"Can I ask you something, though?"

You nod, “Yeah, what’s up?”

You take the joint, hit it, and pass it back to Ellie.

Ellie takes another inhale and holds the smoke in for a moment.

"Do you ever just... like... hate men?" she looks at you. "I mean, you know... with everything you experience, and the guys you described today. Like, you ever just look at a guy, and immediately start hating him?"

Ellie pauses, taking another hit, "I mean, it's all I can think about, half the time, and I just... I can't fucking stand them most of the time."

You sigh, taking a hit from the joint and nodding.

“Yeah. I wish I didn’t. I wish that most men didn’t act the way they do, but they do. It’s kinda hard not to hate people who objectify and demean you every day of your life just for existing.”

Ellie pauses before speaking, "Do you think that Joel might ever be like that? I mean, I don't think so. He's a good guy and all. Just... you never know."

Ellie pauses and sighs. She's obviously been worrying about this for a while.

"Am I being dumb? Am I being stupid for thinking like that? I don't know. I just… I'm worried that, one day, people I love like Jesse and my dad are going to turn out to be a couple of fucking perverts."

You pause, having known Joel for years, taking a hit from the joint.

“I- I don’t know. I think they’re good people, especially Joel, but you never really know, until they slip up,” You say.

You squeeze Ellie’s shoulder, “I do really think that Joel is one of my favorite people I’ve gotten the chance to know, and I have crazy high standards for men. Your dad would never do anything to hurt you, and I don’t think he’d do anything to any one else either.”

You pass the joint to Ellie.

Ellie takes the joint and inhales, then passes it back to you.

"Yeah, you're right. You're totally right, and I know that. It's just hard, because I have such a negative image of guys right now, but you're right."

Ellie leans back and relaxes, "I just feel like I've been having some trust issues lately, and it sucks, and I've been… paranoid about people."

She pauses, and her voice starts to falter. "I just don't want to be let down like I have, you know?”

You nudge Ellie’s leg with your knee, “Hey. I won’t let you down. Or, at least, I’ll always try to not let you down, no matter what.”

You smile at Ellie, “We’re a team. Always have been, always will be.”

Ellie's eyes light up, “That's right. We will always have each other's backs. We’re always going to be there for each other."

Ellie takes a hit from the joint, and leans back. "I love you, you know that? Even though I've been a total bitch, these last few weeks… I need you more than you could possibly know."

Ellie pauses and looks down at you. "You are, without a doubt, the best friend I've ever had in my whole life."

You take the joint from Ellie, hitting it with a smile on your face as you internally curse yourself for getting flustered. Your head feels fuzzy from the weed.

“The feeling is mutual.” You say, passing Ellie the joint.

“I never got to ask, by the way, but how was your date with that girl… Kaylee? Karlie?” You ask to change the subject, trying to remember the name of Ellie’s latest of many campus flings.

Ellie laughs, "It's Kylie." she corrects, smirking and nudging your thigh.

"The date was a fun distraction, even though Kylie is a complete airhead. And, uh..." Ellie pauses, her face warming with embarrassment.

"...she tried to kiss me, and I completely froze.”

Ellie takes a hit and shakes her head, "I can't believe that I turned her down! She's cute and a fuckin’ cheerleader. I should have gone for it, I probably ruined my chances with her."

You laugh a little, pushing down the spikes of jealousy piercing your chest.

“Ellie Williams froze when a girl tried to kiss her?” You tease, knowing that Ellie is normally fairly bold.

“What happened? Were you too nervous or something?” You ask, taking a hit from the joint and passing it back to Ellie.

Ellie's face is a mix of embarrassment and frustration as you tease her. Ellie pauses, thinking.

"...Well, I froze because... I… I don't know. She seemed like a nice girl, but she's so... shallow."

Ellie sighs, taking a hit from the joint, and leans back.

"I'm a horrible dater, I know. I just have such a hard time connecting with people, I don't know."

You frown, “Hey. Don’t beat yourself up. She just doesn’t sound like the right girl, and that’s totally fine. You don’t need to get mad at yourself for not having an instant connection with a girl just because she’s hot.”

You pass the joint to Ellie, “Okay, you have the rest.”

Ellie smiles at you as she takes a hit and holds it in.

Ellie lets it out and shakes her head. "...Yeah, you're right. I just think I'm just trying so hard to find a connection with someone, y'know?"

"It's just hard to really trust someone new… I've been hurt by a lot of people in my life, and the last thing I want is to get hurt again." Ellie explains, her freckled cheeks rosy.

You sigh, “It is really scary to be vulnerable like that with people, I… I really fucking get that.”

You play with the hem of your skirt as you talk, “But there are people who are good, and trustworthy, and won’t leave you in the dust. I mean, you’re proof of that for me.”

Ellie's expression softens as she looks over at you

"I guess we are really similar in that way. We're both traumatized, we're both paranoid, and we're both distrustful. Fuck, who could blame us?" Ellie says with a shrug.

Ellie pauses, "I'm just glad I have you. You're the only people who I think I can really be myself around. Everyone else can fuck off. But not you."

Your stoned, hazy mind is thankfully quiet as you lean against Ellie, the two of you sat side-by-side on her bed.

Ellie’s cheeks get more pink as you do, her eyes half-lidded and red as she pulls you into her.

“Just… Relax. You really fucking deserve it.” Ellie says softly, her voice low and raspy from the smoke.

You nuzzle your face into her shirt, closing your eyes as you melt into her, and everything is good.

Ellie looks down at you, her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. She looks back up at the ceiling, clenching her eyes shut as she thinks, I’m fucked.

chapter 2

texts with ellie and reader

#Spotify #ellie williams #tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie tlou #rose writes #pick up and roll the dice

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~Pillowtalk

was fighting demons for 2 months over whether or not to post this cause it’s kinda unfinished

Summary : hyunjin and Felix are models, and when they come over after a shoot a messy, hot threesome ensues followed by a whole bunch of fun sex related pillow talk that I loved writing (self indulgent)

Word count : 4.7k

Warnings : substance use, sex under the influence, unprotected sex, blowjobs, handjobs, all the jobs, bunch of dirty talk, mlm themes yup

Without further a due…

You were already a little drunk when you sent Hyunjin the message, two wine glasses deep as you hit send.

“Do you guys wanna come by my place after your shoot?”

You drag your hand through your long dark hair, letting your head fall back against the couch as the strap of your white silk slip slides down your shoulder. You tilt your head to look out the tall window of your apartment. The final few remnants of sunlight cling to the sky as the night creeps in. The sky is a blueish gray and there’s a slight chill in the air that makes you shiver as your phone dings.

“sure thing. want us to bring a line or two?” The reply reads. You smile slightly as you type.

“Pretty please if you can.”

“got u ;) see u soon lix says hi.” You smile, dropping your phone on the couch next to you. It was far from a habit, the drugs, but those two had a way of loosening you up every so often. They were much more accustomed to it than you, using it as a way to cope with their restrictive diets and packed schedules. When Felix texted you that they were on their way, a familiar nervous excitement filled your body. Them coming over was hardly new, but it never failed to make you jittery in anticipation. A while later you hear Felix’s rhythmic knock on your door. You grin, jumping up off the couch to let them in.

“Hi.” You say coyly as they step inside.

“Hi.” Hyunjin smirks, kissing your cheek as he snakes a hand around your waist.

You giggle, leaning into his touch.

“I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long.” Felix says, sliding his shoes off.

“Of course not.” You reply, using the moment to really take them in. The sharp lines of Hyunjins features and jaw. His long, jet black hair was tied half up, strands falling perfectly to frame his face. He wears a sheer black button up, adorned with lacy roses, complimenting his milky white skin. Felix looked so opposite, everything about him soft and angelic. The dusting of freckles across his pale cheeks, his white blonde hair and big brown eyes. He’s wearing a light green cashmere sweater that makes him look like a fairy. They trail behind you as you walk into the living room, dropping onto the floor next to the glass coffee table. Hyunjin across from you on the couch while Felix moves to sit next to you on the carpet. Hyunjin pulls a little baggie full of white powder from his pocket, shaking the contents around with a grin before tipping them onto the table.

“Hey google, play room on spotify.” Felix half shouts, having been around enough to have his voice connected to your sound system. A slow, sensual song starts to echo from the surrounding speakers.

“Setting the mood huh?” Hyunjin grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Felix as he leans over his spread legs, reaching out his hand. Felix wordlessly hands him his black card, which he then uses to cut even lines for each of you. Hyunjin leans forward, dropping to his knees and tugging his hair back as he snorts his line. He grunts, throwing his head back and pinching his nose to prevent it from bleeding.

“Fuck.” He curses, shaking his head before sitting back down on the couch with a lazy grin.

“God, I'll never get tired of watching you do that.” You say, ogling him shamelessly, your jaw wide.

“Makes two of us.” Felix agrees, neither of you taking your eyes off Hyunjin who smiles at the praise, sinking back into the couch as he spreads his legs further.

“You two are so cute.” He coos, his eyes sparkling as they gloss over.

Felix’s hand rubs up and down your back as you take yours, whimpering a little when you finish, harshly wiping your nose.

“Agh.” You shake your head, scrunching your face, far less accustomed to the practice than the men before you. Felix giggles, leaning down in turn to snort his. He wipes his nose, grinning as he looks at you, his gaze flickering shamelessly to your plump pink lips. You grin, knowing exactly what he wants, more than happy to give it to him. Your fingers find his chin, bringing him ever so slightly forward enough for your lips to meet. You part your lips, eagerly letting his tongue explore your mouth. He pulls you forward so you’re on top of him straddling his lap, your knees digging into the soft carpet on either side of his thighs. The warm feeling inside you feels like it’s bubbling as you start subconsciously grinding against the growing tent in his tight pants.

“Okay now.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, getting up from the couch. “You two done yet or what?” He grins, cocking his head in the direction of your bedroom. You quickly rise from Felix’s lap, hopping onto his back as he stands. He carries you to your room, your legs locked tightly around his waist, one of your hands linked to Hyunjins, who follows closely behind as you giggle. Felix drops you on the bed, rolling on top of you, your laughter echoing in the clouded daze. Hyunjin looms, standing at the edge of the bed, watching you guys with an amused expression. You playfully stick your foot out, pressing it against the semi forming in his pants. He grins down as Felix shuffles to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Hyunjin, eye to eye with the bulge in his pants. You follow suit quickly, sitting behind Felix, wrapping your arm around his waist as you softly slide your fingers underneath his sweater. Felix reaches up to slowly undo Hyunjins belt, letting it hang with a click. Hyunjin finishes the job, sliding it off in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor with a clink. Felix starts to unzip his pants before Hyunjins hand finds his head, stopping him.

“Take this off.” He breathes, a cool, sultry air in his tone as he tugs on Felix’s sweater. You help him pull it over his head, letting it fall to the floor, discarded alongside Hyunjins belt. You leave sweet kisses on the warm skin of his back and up his neck as he shivers. When he gets Hyunjins pants undone, he carefully undoes each button of his shirt, the loose, sheer material flowing at his sides. Felix’s hands wander shamelessly over the milky skin of Hyunjins toned, slim abdomen. He licks a stripe below Hyunjins navel with a grin as his fingers slip into his waistband. Hyunjins stomach flexes subconsciously as he grips Felix’s hair with a grunt. Felix tugs his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, hitting his stomach. Precum beads at the tip, spilling onto his soft skin. Your mouth waters a little at the sight of him. Hyunjins cock is just like him, long, slim and way prettier than it needs to be. Unable to resist, you sit up on your high knees, reaching over Felix’s shoulder to grab hold of his length. His slender eyes stay narrowed as he watches you squeeze him, pumping him up and down slowly as before using your thumb to gather the precum from his tip. His lips part in awe as he watches you suck the sticky substance from your fingers with a smirk, returning to sit behind Felix.

“That was so fucking hot,” he grins, “you gonna do better than that Lix?” He teases, his thumb

tracing the blonde boy’s lips.

“He wishes, he can’t suck dick for shit.” You tease, poking Felix in the side.

“You can’t be talking, you have the worst gag reflex I’ve ever seen!” He retorts, turning his head to face you, laughing.

“It’s not even that bad.” You retort, rolling your eyes. “What do you think? It’s usually your dick anyway.” You say, turning your attention to Hyunjin as you raise your eyebrows suggestively.

“I dunno…maybe I need a memory refresher first…” he smirks teasingly, cupping Felix’s jaw to put himself in his mouth.

He groans, sliding slowly into Felix’s mouth, tangling his fingers in his blonde hair. You take this as a sign to start kissing Felix’s neck, your nails raking up and down his abdomen. You drag open mouthed kisses along his shoulders and back, your hand trailing to find the bulge in his pants.

“Off.” You mumble, tugging on the waistband as you suck in his neck. He pulls his head back briefly, releasing Hyunjin’s cock with a wet pop as it hits his stomach. You help Felix out of his pants and boxers quickly, leaving them to pool around one of his ankles as he sits back down.

“Why am I the naked one right now?” He questions, an innocent smile in his voice.

“We like you like this!” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his pink cheek.

“Yes we do.” Hyunjin smirks, his eyes raking up and down Felix’s body, who blushes further, the tips of his ears turning pink. Felix’s hand finds Hyunjins thigh, kneading the hard muscle as he licks a stripe up Hyunjins length. Meanwhile, you drag your hand down Felix’s abs, grabbing hold of his length. He groans around Hyunjins cock, who in turn mumbles a string of strangled curse words. You start to stroke him slowly, using his precum as lube. The following few minutes are a filthy mess of sounds. A mixture of groans, curse words and wet sounds fill the room, mingling with the slow, sensual music playing in the background. Felix pulls his head back, lulling it against your shoulder. A string of saliva connects his swollen pink lips to the tip of Hyunjins cock.

“Gonna cum, ‘s okay, don’t stop.” He mumbles, his eyes falling closed as he presses his face into your neck.

You keep your strokes steady, squeezing him every so often at the tip. He spreads his legs further, leaning up against you. You and Hyunjin make eye contact, smirking as he whines. You feel him twitch in your hand as a breathy “fuck” leaves his throat. White ropes of cum paint his belly and your hand, all three of your eyes falling to the rapid rise and fall of his stomach. You fall back onto the bed, pulling Felix with you. He’s panting as he sits up onto his elbows, opening his eyes. You stick your finger into a puddle of the cum coating his stomach, swirling it around.

“Ah fuck.” He says, shaking his head with a grin on his face.

“Lix, sit up against the bed frame.” Hyunjin says, gesturing towards it. He obeys shuffling backwards until his back hits the wood, stacking a few pillows behind him for comfort. Hyunjin walks around the side of the bed until he’s standing next to you and Felix before shedding his pants and boxers.

“You have such a cute butt.” You say, grinning as you watch him in the closet mirror behind him.

“I do not have a cute butt!” He says, shuffling to avoid being in the reflection.

“You totally have a cute butt.” You reach out to give it a smack but he catches your wrist in his hand, ruffling your hair.

“Shhh.” He grins, rolling his eyes in reply.

“C'mon take this off.” He says, tugging at the material of your silk slip. You pull it over your head, the chilly air hitting your bare skin. Hyunjin strokes his thumb over your hard nipple, cupping your breasts with his big hands.

“Those too.” He adds, looking at your lacy underwear. Hyunjin climbs over, joining Felix in the middle of the bed. He settles in between his legs on his knees with his back pressed to Felix’s chest.

“Cmere.” He smirks, raising his eyebrows as he taps his inner thigh between his spread legs. The fact that he’s still wearing the sheer, lacy black button up is ridiculously sexy for some reason. One side is hanging off his shoulder, the fabric pooling around his soft pale skin. His cock is flushed and rock hard against his belly, drooling precum onto the skin. You eagerly crawl over, your knees on either side of their thighs, hovering over Hyunjin’s cock. You kiss him first, his mouth opening to welcome your tongue immediately. Kissing Hyunjin is different from kissing Felix. Felix is gentle, it’s sweet and soft. Kissing Hyunjin is dirty, it’s a messy blur of lips and tongue, your salivas mixing as he bites your bottom lip. You grind down against his cock, the pressure feels delicious against your clit. You pull away from the kiss, tilting your head over his shoulder to kiss Felix. Hyunjins lips find your neck as you do this, whispering into your ear.

“Mm good girl, use me,” he purrs, his big hands finding your waist, helping you move against him. You moan into the kiss with Felix, pulling away and letting your head drop against Hyunjins bare shoulder.

“Can you cum like this before you ride me?” He whispers, sin laden in his tone.

You whimper a small “mhm” in response, grinding your hips desperately against his cock.

You wouldn’t normally be able to come like this, at least not this quickly, but something about the drugs in your system intensified every single nerve inside you, making you hornier and more desperate than you would ever be otherwise. He rolls his agile hips against you in time with your own needy thrusts. You feel the familiar heat pooling between your legs as you move against him faster, whining with each thrust.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” you whimper in his ear, your mouth wide open in ecstasy, drooling a little onto the warm skin of Hyunjins shoulder.

When your orgasm hits you it hits you hard, you’re panting, mumbling words that vaguely sound like Hyunjins name. He pulls you flush against him while he helps you ride out your high. You collapse against his chest, your sweaty skin sticking together as you try to calm your ragged breathing. You sit back, pressing your hands to his bare chest as you flip your hair back over your head.

“You’re so fucking hot it’s stupid.” You smile breathlessly, gazing in awe at Hyunjin. He smiles, looking down.

One thing you loved about Hyunjin was that he knew how desirable he was, but he didn’t let it get to his head. He carried himself with an air of casual confidence that was just so attractive. He simply owns the sexual power he knows he has. When he wants something, he doesn’t just know how to get it, he knows how to make you want to give it to him. Hyunjin reaches back to caress Felix’s head, who peppers kisses against his neck and jaw in return. You sit up, grabbing hold of his length with one hand, the other on his half clothed shoulder to steady yourself. You align him with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his cock. He curses followed by a shallow grunt, letting his head fall back against Felix’s shoulder. You start to ride him slowly and shallowly, still trying to get used to his size inside of you. Fucking Hyunjin is also different from fucking Felix. Fucking Felix is usually slow, intimate and careful. Hyunjin on the other hand…

You two have a history. A long one. One full of breakups, arguments, parties, hookups, drugs, drunk texts and a whole lot of sex. You know each other's bodies better than you know your own at this point, your body endlessly receptive to Hyunjins touch. His eyes are glued to the spot where your bodies are joined, watching his length disappear inside of you over and over. His big hand comes to grip your waist tightly, guiding you up and down. The other finds your thigh, stroking it softly in tune with your movements. He rolls his hips expertly, his cock hitting that perfect one spot again and again as you ride him. You’re moaning, tangling your fingers in his hair as you kiss and bite his neck, trying to get as close as humanly possible. It’s dirty, your skin is sticky with cum and sweat, your hair is a mess, there are hands all over your bodies, Hyunjins, yours, Felix’s, grasping at every inch of bare skin. Hyunjin gazes up at you with big, fucked out doe eyes. A smirk finds his lips as he drags his tongue slowly over his teeth. He takes the hand holding your thigh and grabs one of yours off his shoulder, bringing it down to rest on your tummy. He pushes your hand down as he fucks into you, willing himself

deeper.

“Can you feel me here baby? Feel all of me?” He questions teasingly as you gasp, moaning.

“Yes, so,” you breathe, “fucking big.” You whine.

He’s hitting that one spot so deep inside of you it almost hurts, but the ache feels so good.

“I’m gonna cum.” Hyunjin groans breathlessly, letting his head fall back against Felix’s shoulder, who purrs, dragging his fingers up and down the sweaty skin of Hyunjin’s abs.

“You gonna let me cum inside you pretty? Hm?” He says, his eyes meeting yours as he lifts his head slightly.

All you can do is nod and mumble in response, moving against him faster and faster as you chase your high.

“Mmm,” he half chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

“Just like that, just like that, don't stop.” You mumble over and over.

A few more thrusts and Hyunjin is gripping your waist, holding you down as he fucks into you. You can feel the warm spurts of his release inside you as he shudders, cursing and groaning while Felix kisses his neck. You’re all breathing hard as Hyunjin slowly loosens his grip on your waist, the marks from his fingers sure to leave faint bruises. He laughs a breathy laugh as you sit up onto your high knees, sliding off of him as his softening cock lies flush against his belly. You flop down onto the bed, crawling to settle in between them both. For a few moments you all lay panting side by side. The room smells like sex and Hyunjins fingers toy with the stickiness between your legs. You push up onto your elbows, leaning down to either side to softly plant a kiss on either boy's shoulders before lying back down between them.

“I wanna hear some stories.” You say matter of factly, your eyes on the ceiling.

“What kind of stories?” Felix asks.

“Sex stories. Funny ones, hot ones, embarrassing ones…up to you guys.” you reply.

“Hmm.” Felix mumbles, adjusting himself to rest on his hands behind his head.

“I need a prompt first.” Says Hyunjin.

“Okay, the best orgasm you've ever had.” You reply after a brief moment of thought.

“That’s so hard,” Hyunjin says, contemplating. “That one time, after I cut my hair, like the undercut,” he starts. “When I came home and surprised you with it you sucked me off for like an hour and wouldn’t let me cum, but when you finally did I was convinced I actually saw heaven.”

“Oh my god I remember that, that was like, one of the sexiest hairstyles you’ve ever had.” You reply fondly, tucking a long black strand behind his ear. “This ones pretty sexy too, I will say.”

He grins, reaching over you to poke Felix in the side. “What about you Lix?” He questions.

“To be honest I think it was the first time I ever tried coke, after that one half naked shoot with the blue curtain fabric thing.” He chuckles, pointing to Hyunjin who also laughs at the memory.

“We went to this party after a shoot and one of the other models ended up coming back with Hyunjin and I to our room. She cut a few lines and those two did them no problem and then they looked at me kinda like “what are you waiting for” and I had to tell them I’d never tried it. My nose started bleeding and I was so embarrassed, but Hyunjin just wiped it off while she went down on me. I was so disoriented but it felt so good and I came so hard.” Felix blushes, wincing slightly as he smiles.

“We ended up fucking while Lix just kind of sat at the table half watching half knocked out.” Hyunjin giggles, ruffling the blonde boy's hair.

“What about you?” Felix says, turning his attention to you.

“Hmm,” you say, mulling it over in your head. “I went on a trip for two weeks with my girl friends and I didn’t touch myself once the entire time, so when I got back he went down on me for ages, I think I came three times.” You blush, shyly covering your face as Hyunjin laughs.

His fingers paint shapes on your belly with his own cum, collecting it from between your thighs before trailing it up and over your navel.

“How did you two even start the whole threesome thing together?” You question curiously, “I can’t believe I’ve never asked this before.” You add, kind of shocked.

“Welll…” Felix starts, trailing off with a laugh as him and Hyunjin make eye contact.

Hyunjin winces slightly, rubbing his eyes. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Like a long one.” Felix adds.

“It’s okay, we’ve got time.” You shrug. “Plus, I wanna hear it now.”

“Okay, well in highschool we were pretty close, we danced under the same company for years and we hung out sometimes.” Felix starts. “I kind of had a crush on him cause like…well, look at him.” He adds, grinning as you both turn to look at Hyunjin who smiles as a blush creeps up his cheeks.

“But at that time I wasn’t even entirely sure of my own sexuality, let alone Hyunjins, and every time we talked he’d be on about some girl he was hooking up with or seeing, so I kinda figured there was no chance there.” Felix continues, looking between you both.

“I was kind of a slut in highschool.” Hyunjin deadpans, looking at you before Felix continues.

“But this one night he slept over at my house cause my parents were out of town and we got talking while we smoked a joint. We were sitting on the roof outside of my room and he asked me if I’d ever kissed a guy, I said yes and then asked him if he ever had. He said no, but he would, which kinda took me by surprise. The next time I passed him the joint he blew smoke into my mouth and then kissed me and to this day it was one of the hottest fucking things someone’s ever done to me.” Felix smirks, looking at Hyunjin who chastely kisses his knuckles as he winks.

“That story is both so cute and so sexy. I'm intrigued, do tell me more.” You say, grinning as you cuddle up to Hyunjin, both of your eyes on Felix.

“High School was a little wild, but it was tame compared to Uni.” Hyunjin begins, continuing the story. “I was also kind of a slut in Uni. Especially first year.” He adds, making Felix laugh.

“We kind of just experimented a lot.” Felix adds, shrugging.

“Then in Uni, I had this girl over in my dorm cause I thought Lix wouldn’t be back until later, but he walked in at like 10 pm cause some girl spilled her drink on him and he had to change. It was actually her idea, she asked me if I thought he’d wanna join and I said it had never occurred to me but sure. I called down the hall and was like “Yo come here!” Hyunjin laughs, throwing his head back.

Before he can continue, Felix interjects. “Just to reiterate that is actually what he said.” He says with a wide eyed smile, reaching his hand over at Hyunjin as he speaks.

“That is the least sexy proposition I’ve maybe ever heard?” You say teasingly, laughing alongside them both.

“You and me both.” Felix grins, rolling his eyes as he continues the story. “I went into his room to see what he wanted and this girl was literally on her knees in front of him and he just casually goes “come here” so I was like…okay.” He says, shrugging with a small laugh. “We kissed for a bit and then, well I dunno, I was kinda drunk to be honest but we all fucked around for awhile until she left. Then we kinda just started doing it from time to time, usually after parties until he introduced me to you.” He finishes with a wink and a gentle poke to your side.

“My pretty girl.” Hyunjin grins, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I have one,” Felix continues, sitting up onto his elbows. “What’s the story of your first time?”

This makes Hyunjin laugh and you cringe at the memory.

“It was so bad.” You whine, dragging your hands over your face. “I was in highschool, I think I was 15 and I lost it to my first real boyfriend. He came over one day while my parents weren’t home and we were messing around and he asked if I wanted to have sex and I was like sure. It hurt like a bitch and he came in like 30 seconds and then asked me if I finished. I didn’t.” You say rolling your eyes and sighing as you flop back down.

Felix laughs. “Having sex in highschool makes you feel so grown up and mature until you get older and realize how bad the sex you were having actually was.”

This makes you and Hyunjin both laugh. “Cheers to that.” He replies, throwing his head back.

“I lost mine to my pre calc tutor when I was in like grade eleven. She was two years older than me and to be honest it was great.” Hyunjin says, grinning as he wiggles his eyebrows. “I was on the verge of failing because I was practicing so much I didn’t have time for most of my schoolwork. I also just hated my pre calc teacher. They got me a tutor from one of the colleges and she was smoking hot. My grades actually did get better after a few sessions but I honestly only remember the one where she asked me if I’d ever gotten head and I said yes and then she asked me if I had ever had sex and I said no. She asked me if I wanted to and being the sixteen year old boy I was, I said yes. It was awesome, no regrets, great first time.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “I wonder if she thought it was as great as you did.” Which makes Felix chuckle.

“Definitely not.” Hyunjin grins, folding his arms behind his head. “This is fun, give us more.”

“Hm, okay,” you think, “what’s a kink you have or something that turns you on?”

“How much time do you have?” Hyunjin jokes, cocking his eyebrow.

“I like getting my hair pulled.” Felix says, grinning.

“Mmmm.” Hyunjin hums in agreement. “Hurts so good.”

“I think seeing and feeling the bulge when we fuck is the hottest thing in the universe, like it makes me wanna cum on the spot.” You whine, twirling a lock of Hyunjins hair as you look back and forth between them.

“I like that too, sometimes I actually have to try not to cum on the spot.” Hyunjin replies, grinning. “I’m kind of into recording now? I’ve jerked off to the video of you giving me head at least 10 times. It's amazing.” He winks at you. “Guys, let's make a sex tape. Please.” He whines, wiggling his eyebrows at Felix.

“With what?” He raises his eyebrows, amused.

“I have an old camcorder.” Hyunjin grins as Felix rolls his eyes.

“I dunno…sounds pretty adventurous.” He replies teasingly, his eyebrows raised.

“Being in front of a camera is hardly adventurous for either of you.” You snort

“Ok but fucking in front of one is.” Felix retorts, playfully smacking you on the shoulder.

“I’ll bring it next time we come over.” Hyunjin winks, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Felix’s shoulder.

#hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids hyunjin #skz hwang hyunjin #skz felix #felix smut #lee felix smut #hyunlix #hyunlix smut

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devvelle · 1 year

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Let it Snow

Genre: fluff, drabbles

Characters: Leona, Floyd, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: sweet winter moments with them <3

Notes: most of these take place at NRC and reader is implied to be the prefect. no specific holiday mentioned, just winter coziness !

Leona, and cuddling by the fire...

Leona's been spending quite a lot of time with you lately.

You hadn’t thought much of it, seeing as he appeared innocent in intention and didn't give you any reason for suspicion. But something still seems strange about his behavior, with the third year growing ever-clingier as the winter holidays approach.

Given this, you find it a bit odd that Leona makes no appearance as you run errands on the main campus today. As you make your way back to your dorm in the evening, you even question Ruggie via text–but he doesn’t have any idea where his dorm leader is, either. Nerves begin to settle in as you trudge through the snow, wondering where on campus he might be freezing to death.

However, all your questions are answered once you step foot into Ramshackle.

You make it no more than a few steps into the warm living room when a hand grips onto your wrist, pulling you around the couch before you can question what’s going on. Your attempt to shriek is stifled by a large hand, and rather forcefully you’re tugged down onto the lumpy piece of furniture. Dropping all your bags, you collapse inelegantly onto the trespasser; their snicker is one you’d recognize anywhere.

"About time you got back, herbivore."

Your fear turns into overwhelming annoyance almost immediately. Slapping his hand away with a glare doesn’t seem to phase him at all, though. He wraps his arm around you instead, pulling your legs over his lap with an annoying smirk. Albeit reluctantly, you settle into his embrace seeing as he clearly has no plans of setting you free.

Taking off your gloves you huff, “what are you doing here?"

“Heard Crowley had you running around. I wasn’t going to chase after you, so I sent your pet to go hang at some other dorm and waited here.” He punctuates his sentence with a yawn, showing absolutely no remorse for poor Grimm. You roll your eyes.

That’s when you finally take note of the state of your living room.

It’s undoubtedly much cozier than it had been when you left in the morning; wood crackles in the fireplace, a large candle spreads the faint scent of vanilla throughout the room, and several expensive looking blankets are laid out on the arm of the couch. You squeeze the hand he has around you, blinking at him warily.

“You did all of this?”

“About time you noticed.”

Leona doesn’t give you a chance to say anything more, not that you even know what to say. He drapes a blanket over you both and pulls you closer, instructing you to sleep while he he tends to removing your shoes. The wood burns bright and the snow continues to fall as you relax in his embrace.

Winter vacation is imminent, meaning Leona will have to go home and face his family along with the complicated emotions he feels toward them. But your company is a reminder that the world is not entirely against him.

You can’t shame him for wanting to keep you close.

Floyd, and playing in the snow...

When you meet up with Floyd after class, his mood is clearly sour. He wears a deep-set scowl and his uniform is in more disarray than usual, but what most concerns you is his silence.

He always has something to say, no matter what kind of mood he’s in. If he's happy, he'll let you know all about it. If he's mad, he won't let you go until you justify his emotions and whatever actions he took as a result of them. But as he walks you to your next class, your attempts to spark conversation are blatantly ignored. Something that's never happened before.

“Floyd, something wrong?”

“I dunno.”

“Oookay. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yup.”

He pops the ‘p’ and silence settles between you once more.

Shoving your hands into your coat, you run through what else you can say, but Floyd isn’t someone who can be forced to cooperate. There's not a high chance you'll find out what's wrong, so your hands are pretty much tied.

But just as you reach the exterior hallway, you notice the flurries of snow cascading just a few feet away. Afresh layer of snow rests upon the grass, entirely undisturbed. An idea strikes you.

Looking around, you make sure that the two of you are alone in this section of the courtyard and it's all the motivation you need. Quickly, you jog over to the snow-covered ground while Floyd watches you silently, an impatient expression creeping onto his face. Crouching low, you ball up some snow. And your aim, for better or worse, decides to be perfect today.

When you turn and throw it at him, it hits him straight in the face. The snow falls to the ground comically as he stares at you with eyes full of disbelief.

He wants to be upset, really. But the words on the tip of his tongue are held back when he hears your laughter.

And before you can breathe a word of apology, he’s running toward you full-speed.

“No, Floyd. Stop! Wait-” You jump to your feet and try to back away, but it’s too late.

In the blink of an eye he topples you backward into the thick snow, leaving you struggling to breathe underneath his body weight. After a few smacks to his back, he places his arms by your head to hoist himself off of you, giving you a daring look. But his is hair covered in so much snow that you can't help but burst into laughter again.

“What’s so funny?” He questions, knitting his eyebrows together with a pout. But his eyes are bright, and his mouth twitches with the threat of a grin.

You shake some snow from his hair instead of answering, which proves to be a bad choice as it falls directly onto your face instead. He laughs at you and rolls over, laying next to you in the now-disrupted blanket of white. You both turn your heads to look at one another expectantly, Floyd seemingly searching your expression for something while you helplessly smile back. With a huff, he ultimately turns his gaze to the clouds above.

“Ya never just leave people alone. Dontcha ever get tired of tryna fix everyone?”

His voice is quiet, barely audible over the harsh whisper of the wind. He feels around for your hand in the snow, lacing his fingers with yours a bit too tightly once he finds it. Squeezing his hand back, you contemplate how to reply.

Ultimately, you settle with something simple. Something he'll understand.

“Well, you’re boring when you’re sad, Floyd.”

After a moment of stunned silence, he laughs brightly.

It’s carefree and infectious, and you have to take a moment to admire the way joy looks on him. Once you both recover, he sits up to shake snow from his hair, flashing you a maniacal smile and speaking cheerily.

“You have 3 seconds before I get ya, Shrimpy. Start runnin'.”

Azul, and shopping for gifts...

It only takes a half hour of gift shopping for Azul to start acting like he’s being tortured.

He was hesitant to accompany you from the start, but the moment you suggest he do some shopping of his own he seriously considers abandoning you. According to him, gift-giving isn’t one of his areas of expertise. Nor does he desire it to be.

Even so, you drag him from store to store until you find yourselves in the perfect holiday antique shop. As you walk ahead of him through the cluttered aisles, your conversation lands on gift ideas for the twins.

“You should get them something physical,” you stress, explaining yet again that a “holiday bonus” isn’t as thoughtful as he thinks it is. “Money is great, sure, but a thoughtful gift shows you care.”

Judging by the way Azul doesn’t argue this time, he must finally see some sense in your argument. Either that, or he realized he won’t win against you. You pick up a plastic snowman and he grimaces at its poorly painted face.

“I don’t have the slightest idea what they would want. Money is much easier.” A line of porcelain knick knacks manages to catch his eye as he says that, but he realizes the major potential for disaster should one of those be put in the hands of Floyd.

You link your arm with his. "It’s the thought that counts. Just get them something you think they’ll like." For a while, he remains silent.

You lead him through the store, arm in arm, while grabbing a few things for your own friends. Leaving him to contemplate his gifts, you only make the occasional suggestion until a few minutes later, he mumbles something under his breath. You don't quite catch it.

“What was that?” You ask.

He bristles, clearing his throat. Your attempts to catch his eye prove unsuccessful, but he repeats himself.

“What would you like? For the…holidays.”

It's entirely accidental that your laughter escapes you, caught off guard by his uncharacteristic shyness. Immediately you try to stifle it with a cough, but he's already petulantly trying to unlink his arm from yours.

“I didn’t mean to laugh!” You plead lightheartedly, contented when he stops fighting with a sigh. Tightening your hold, you let your head fall to his shoulder in front of a display of snowglobes. “I promise I’ll be happy with anything, even if it’s just a card. Don't worry so much.”

“And if you don’t like what I get you?”

“Try again next year.”

In the reflection of a snow globe, you finally see him crack a smile.

He pinches your arm playfully, successfully slipping out of your grasp when you recoil in surprise. He turns to you, slightly startling you but prompting you to do the same. Wide-eyed you watch as he takes a step forward, crowding you into the corner of the already cramped shop.

“Actually, I think I might know what you’d like,” he leans in close, his gaze flickering to your lips and making your breath hitch. There's no more room for you to back up, and your heart pounds relentlessly as he watches you like a hunter their prey. He cups your cheek, his lips ghosting over your own.

“Would you mind if I gave it to you early?”

Idia, and the first snowfall of the season...

The sound of an incoming call disrupts Idia’s game. He doesn’t bother to check who it is–there’s only one person it could be–yet he still pauses before accepting.

It hasn’t been long since you pushed your way into his circle and started developing a friendship with him. It took him (and Ortho) by surprise, and so speaking with you is still something he finds himself needing lots of mental preparation for. His fingers are unsteady in picking up his phone, causing him to almost miss the button when he finally answers.

“Idia!” Your voice comes through somewhat breathlessly, but your enthusiasm is loud and clear. He can hear you aggressively slamming what seems to be drawers, for whatever reason. “Have you looked outside?”

Your sudden inquiry catches him off guard, seeing as he barely had the courage to answer the phone, let alone questions. His nerves spike as you wait patiently for his answer, so he glances around his room.

Only to cringe when he realizes he doesn’t even have a window to look out of.

“Um, n-no I haven't. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just the weather.” You laugh, slamming another drawer which makes him jolt.

He takes a steadying breath, trying to relax. “Well, the weather in my dorm isn’t the s-same as yours, so...”

“Ugh, that's right.” Your disappointment gives him a dreadful feeling, but you don't give him a chance to dwell on it. “Well, it snowed here last night! I was thinking of making a snowman, do you want to come over?”

Ten minutes later, you’re standing at his door with an extra hat in hand and an excited Ortho hovering at your side.

As the three of you make the journey back to Ramshackle, you and the younger Shroud brother make excited conversation the whole way. Once the snow is in sight you suggest making a snowman to Ortho, and Idia hangs back while you get to work. He takes a moment to better compose himself.

Yet it’s in watching you with his brother that Idia realizes how much of a mess his emotions are. He watches through the condensation of his breath as you show Ortho how to carefully pack snow and place it where it’s needed. His expression softens at all the ways you take care to ensure that the wet snow doesn’t harm his brother's build.

Idia hardly ever notices the cold, but he knows it would feel much more frigid here, and in all of Twisted Wonderland, without you.

Caught in his thoughts, he doesn't notice when you come bounding up to him until his cold hand is in both of your gloved ones. He squeaks, startled by the very object of his anguish. You tug on his arm innocently.

“What are you sulking over here for? Come help us!”

But Idia won’t budge. His gaze flickers behind you, checking that Ortho is distracted, before focusing his attention back on you. He sort of processes you asking if something is wrong while tentatively adjusting the collar of his coat.

Very much so, he thinks.

The flurries of snow landing on your face take up most of his focus. Your eyebrows are raised and your head is tilted at him, and it’s so captivating that he wants to burn this moment into his memory forever, if possible. One of your hands still holds onto his, playing with his fingers patiently.

As he stares at you, he wonders how you’d react if he just…kissed you, maybe. He knows you must have some feelings for him, at least he thinks so, but in his state, it would surely be a disaster regardless. So he shuts the idea down quickly-there's plenty of time to get to that.

He squeezes your hand with an apologetic smile, one you reciprocate ten times brighter.

“S-sorry,” he chokes. “Lead the way?”

He relishes in the warmth of your hand in his.

Malleus, and decorating for the holidays...

Malleus, ever eager to learn more of your customs, happily agrees to help you decorate Ramshackle for the holidays.

He arrives early, as he tends to when he’s excited about something, and beats your alarm clock in waking you up. You open your eyes to him sitting beside you, reading a book and sporting gold tinsel wrapped around his horns. In your half-awake state, the tinsel is much more startling than his presence.

"Um, goodmorning. What's with the uh..." Blinking sleepily, you gesture to his head.

He looks up in confusion, before piecing together what you're referring to.

"Lilia informed me that it would be appropriate. He said you'd appreciate 'festive' attire?"

You laugh warmly as you rub your eyes, ever grateful for Lilia's whims.

Malleus reads patiently as you get dressed in as many layers as possible, and eventually, you make your way downstairs to the lounge.

As you open some boxes of decorations you’d gathered from Sam’s, he takes the opportunity to peak through them as well. He’s fascinated by the strings of lights and paper snowflakes you bring out, excited to be the one helping you. As if his horns weren't shiny enough, he's practically glowing every time you ask him to place something up high, finding joy in being at your service. It would be lying to say you weren't absolutely endeared by his excitement.

When you get to decorating the windows, you don't expect the sight of a thick blanket of snow outside. It hadn't been there last night, and the way it falls from the sky indicates that it won’t be stopping, either. You pause your actions, Malleus joining you in intrigue.

“I didn’t realize it was going to snow today.” You look down thoughtfully before turning to him. The snow seems to be coming in quite heavily, even still. “Do you want to go back to your dorm?”

He blinks at you.

“Would you like me to go?”

Looking surprised by your question, disappointment practically drips from his voice. He seems to take it as you asking him to leave, which you correct frantically.

“No, it’s not that! I just don’t want you to get stuck here."

His face softens, chuckling fondly. Reaching a hand out he smooths the space between your eyebrows until your face lifts into the lighter expression he prefers on you. Taking one end of the garland in your hands, he only momentarily disregards your question to bring it to the mantle above the fireplace.

“I may come and go as I please, as I do believe you are aware. How do you think I arrived?” He questions, gesturing for you to join him. You chastise yourself for not realizing, having forgotten about his magic since you spend most of your time with him walking. “But I wish to spend more time with you, if you’ll allow it.”

After that, your conversation dwindles–largely due to your embarrassment–but the silence is comfortable.

Once all the decorations go up, the two of you find yourselves on the couch. You sit on one end, his head in your lap while you admire the hues of gold and silver all around you. Your fingers brush through the hair on his forehead and trace over his horns, tinsel now gone in favor of decorating the windowsill. You feel a warm sense of home, one you've been missing so much since arriving in this world, and it's a comforting thought as you watch flurries of ice collect on the window pane.

“Thank you for helping me today, Mal. It really means a lot.”

He meets your eyes, smiling warmly.

“Anything for you, my child of man.”

a/n : haiii everyone I hope this gets u guys in the holiday mood! I wanted to explore some cozy prompts with my fave boys since it's the holidays (can u tell I got carried away w Azul n Idia...) hope these r cute

also need to say thank you for all the love and support lately !! i'm not great at replying to comments and such because I still don't entirely know how to use Tumblr, but I appreciate it so so much. you're all so kind and I'm glad I get to share this platform with you all! see u soon, kisses

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hey-august · 2 months

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Buggys dickhead being just as red as his nose is something I unironically approve of because:

A: It’s always fun to give him something that makes him feel like a freak (derogatory), but his partner loves about him because he’s such a cute little freak (affectionate, worshipping, head over heels „I don’t have to fear to be different around you because you are different too and I love you“ in love with him). Meaning both comedy and fluff options are real high with this

B: The fucking potential you could have with the sexual teasing are you kidding me? It’s silly as fuck but also kinda…He at first doesn’t know how to feel about it because he always feels like his partner is gonna jump up and go“ YOU FOOL! TWAS AN ELABORATE RUSE ALL ALONG!“ when they do it but…. Goddamn if the way they suddenly make eating red cough drops of all things doesn’t make him harder than he thinks it could. Just putting the candy between their middle and index finger and giving it a long, overly salacious lick while making eye contact before just popping it into their mouth. They put a bag of cherry lollipops on the grocery list for the next town they dock at and he already has a Pavlovian response just reading that. „I got you those candy apples you wanted.“ „Thank you Cabaji! I was having some real… cravings …you know?“ „We know.“ „Seriously I love that hot red , sweet, sensual glaze soooo much. It’s the best. I would put it in my mouth in its entirety but it’s just soooo big-„ „HiCabajiByeCabajiIneedASecondAloneWithThemBye!“ Everyone’s so done with those two. Give that unicyclist a raise honestly.

Oh. My. GoodNESS. YUP. I am here for this. I absolutely get wanting to bestow this extra oddness onto Buggy…he’s just so fun to mess with and to love on. And I adore the whole “we’re two weirdos in love” thing. It’s both fucked up and pure. 🖤

Plus the way this would just add to the relationship?? UGH. Buggy would have tried his damnedest to keep you from seeing that extra bit of shame. No lights on during sex. In fact, let’s fuck under the blankets.

Oh, a blow job? He’s not one to turn that down, but how can he get it in your mouth without you seeing it? A blindfold? It would only work if you agreed and this is not the moment to bring that up. Things are moving too fast and you’re practically salivating. You actually are. You’re drooling and fuck- “My dick is red.”

He didn’t even get to say it before you exposed the extra hue. And the poor clown, not only is his nose and the tip of his dick a bright red, but so are his cheeks and that blush is spreading fast. But faster than that, is your mouth on him. Did he know red is your favorite color?

And sure, it definitely takes a lot of time for Buggy to accept that you do like it. Love it. Adore it. That you aren’t planning to fuck with him, but you want to worship him. To worship his entire body.

And to tease him. Definitely tease him. The poor crew, but it’s just so fun to mess with Buggy. He gets flustered far too easily.

We all know about strawberries and whipped cream, but what about strawberries and sweetened condensed milk? The creamy liquid dripping on a bright red strawberry. The way you lick the sticky substance soooo slowly while staring at Buggy. The little string that trails from the fruit to your mouth. The explosion in his pants looks exactly like that damn strawberry.

Maybe when you’re done with that little snack, you’ll be in the mood for something with a bit more body.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #buggy smut #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy

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Hunted

Ominis x Reader (You)

Warning: Mature, slightly Nfsw, Minors DNI

Summary: Your underestimation of Ominis puts him in a foul mood and he ready to do whatver it takes to prove you wrong and put you in your place.

Classes were over for the day as you, Ominis and Sebastian hung out in the library, spending time wroking on your assignments and chatting about days.

"I swear Weasly put something in that potion, otherwise it wouldnt have blown up in our faces" Sebastian complained.

"Honestly, Sebastian, I would think you'd be smart enough not to leave your cauldron alone with Gareth Weasly. That boy's a menace, " Ominis stated in amusment.

"Well its not like I can keep an eye on him all the time! Besides I was literally gone for 30 seconds"!

Ominis rolled his eyes "I wouldnt even trust him with 5 seconds"

You huffed out a laugh hearing the two talk before Sebastian turned towards you with accusatory glare.

"Wait a minute. You had potions with me today, you literally sat right behind us. Did you see him doing anything funny? "

You pressed your lips and tried to answer as nonchalantly as you could.

"No".

"Your lying" Ominis calls out.

Your jaw dropped before you tried to defend yourself

"Wha- No! I am not, I-"

Ominis rested his head in palms, almost looking bored.

"Your a terrible liar Y/N"

"You cant prove it" You accused.

Ominis' hands were quick to reach out across the desk, finding your hands immediately before wrapping around your wrist and finding the pulse point. His finger applied a little pressure, making you tense up as you watched the boy's lips tug at the corner.

He sighs with a small smile on his lips "Its sometimes painful how obvious you could be"

You blushed and pulled away, rubbing your wrists where Ominis touched you. "That not fair! I just...have a fast heartrate okay"

Sebastian slammed his palms in the table before Ominis could reply and inched closer to your face with a glare "Y/N I swear if you helped that little twat in getting me detention today I will literally-"

"Okay, okay! I am sorry! I owed Garrett a favor, and he really needed a fwooper feather today so..I may have gave it to him today, at..the exact time you left your cauldron" You vibisbly shrunk in your chair givijg him a nervous smile but all you saw was his eyes twitch and his fists clench up on the table.

"I- I didnt know he was going to put that feather in the cauldron at that moment! I had just managed to get out of Professor sharp ingredients closet without being seen and had to quickly to give it to him so Sharp wouldnt see me. I am sorry. " You apologized sincerely, and upon seeing your face, you noticed sebastian features softened before he slumped down on his chair with a heavy sigh swiping his face with his hands.

"Im gonna fucking kill him " he muttered.

You smiled sheepishly and turned around to rummage through your bag before placing a jar on the table.

"What have you got there?"Ominis asked curiously upon hearing the sound of the glass jar hit the table.

"Lace wing flies for Sebastian" you replied.

Sebastian furrowed his brows in confusion "For me"?

You nodded "Yup. For your troubles. I was in sharps closet anyway and I heard you needed lacewings., he has a lot of them so he wont notice one jar gone. I know your short on them so no need to buy them or make a trip all the way out of the castle to catch them either"

Sebastian tackled you in a tight hug before exclaiming "Ugh your an angel. I take back what I say your forgiven"!

You laughed and pulled away "Least I can do after hearing you got detention today"

Sebastian groaned "Weasly is SO in for it"

"Wait, so not only did you manage to sneak into Sharp closet, but you got out of there with two ingredients completely unseen?" Ominis raises a brow

You shrug, turning towards Ominis "I mean, yeah..it wasn't that hard to be quite frank"

Sebastian raises his brows in disbelief "Wasnt that hard? I literally see him walk in and out of that closet at least a hundred times today! How did you not to get caught"?

You smirked. "You can't catch me. If I wanted, I can disappear so well you won't even detect my presence"

"Is that so" Sebastian smirked in amusment.

You gave a teasing grin and replied "Its a gift".

Ominis began drumming his fingers against the table lightly with an unreadable expression.

He gazed at you as if he could see you, his eyes purposfully moving around and glancing at certain spots within where you were sitting.

You couldnt help but notice as Sebastian began to ramble on about the book he found in the restricted section yesterday.

A hint of amusment evident in Ominis face, he lazily twirled his quill around while gazing in your direction.

What was he looking at? It felt stupid to wonder about that kind of question since he's blind, but the way his eyes moved over you didn't look random, he was purposely studying something about you.

Your eyes soon followed from his fingers up to his face when you slightly flinch at the sight. His own cloudy set looks right back at you as if he can see you.

Somehow you were hypnotized. Ominis eyes were always faced down when talking to anyone so you enver got to look into them this closely.

They were beautiful.

Unable to look away, the two of you stare at each other until Sebastian clears his throat, snapping you out.

"Hellooo, are you even listening"? he asks, looking between the two of you. You answered before Ominis could and continued to talk with Sebastian, now unaware that Ominis eyes were still on you.

Your little statement about being hard to catch caught his attention. Since he was positive, the easiest person to find in this castle was you. He's sure not for others but for him anyway.

Unbeknownst to most Ominis senses has always preceded others to compensate for his blindness. His smell, hearing, and taste were always for sensitive naturally. But what very few people knew, or rather what only sebastian knew was his ability to see and track the traces of magic. Every witch and wizard in this castle had traces that were each unique in its own magical way.

Even without his wand, he could detect the masses of others very easily due to this ability. The traces appeared to ominis in clusters of bright or faint light. Some were dull and hard to catch, while others were bright and easy to see.

Magic folk always had traces even from the simplest charms they performed in their everyday lives.

But you were different.

When you walked into sorting ceremony, he instantly sought it out and found you.

The unique complexity of your magic was too hard to ingore and too bright to look away. It was sometimes warm, sometimes cold, and other times a little dark. But never dull. It was...beautiful.

Just like you.

Even without your magic, your gentle voice always attracted him to you as if you were a siren. Your scent was subtle, but he couldn't get enough of it. And your touch.

They were reassuring in a way that no other touch could make him feel.

Ominis was baffled with your presence at times. He didnt want to admit he needed you every where he went. But he did. He often found himself annoyed or unreasonablely angry if someone asked for your audience or help. You had enough on your plate without these other students asking for unessary favors.

But you being you were always polite. He could hear the smile on your face and the compassion in your voice.

And somehow, your courage to keep everyone safe by fighting poachers or goblins had made him even more awestruck. He's never met someone like you. So kind, understanding, and balanced, unlike him.

You were an angel to those who deserved it or a venamous snake ready to pounce to those who didn't.

He tried to convince himself that that you weren't perfect. Surely you had flaws.

But for goodness sake, even your flaws were perfect. The way you were such a klutz sometimes, your lame jokes that cheered him up more than the funny ones or how you always went out of your way to get him on broom to fly with you.

He was angry with himself most of the days for letting you invade his mind like this. You were all he ever thought about waking up in the morning and going to bed. It was unhealthy and obsessive. But he kept coming back for more as if there wasn't an ounce of displine left in him.

And now, after finding out you possessed such powerful ancient magic, you invaded his senses from left right and center until all he heard, touched, and felt was you.

It was overwhelming and possessive.

Even if you were located in the deepest corner of this castle, he was positive he could find you. Like a moth to a flame.

"Well growing up, I always played hide and seek with my friends, and no seeker has ever been able to find me until they had to give up" you chuckled speaking of those memories with fondess.

Your story brought Ominis back into the conversation as he continued to listen quietly.

"So you're saying if we were to play this little game of hide and seek right now, we wouldn't be able to find you?" Sebastian challenged.

"Oh, with you two? I am positive" You grinned.

Sebastian smirked before looking at Ominis "I dont know. Ominis here is VERY good at seeking people out"

Ominis frowned at Sebastian, not wanting to draw attention to his abilities.

You looked at Ominis and then Sebastian confused "But..Ominis cant see"?

Sebastian chuckled "Oh trust me, he sees more then any of us"

Ominis slightly kicked him under the table to tell him to shut up, but now you were curious.

"What does he mean Ominis"?

Ominis sat up a little at your voice and cleared his throat "Nothing, Sebastian just joking-"

"Ominis here can track people better then any tracker I've ever seen. And you my dear are probably the easiest to track for him, " Sebastian finished cutting Ominis off.

Ominis gritted his teeth, reminding himself to hex Sebastian as soon as they were alone.

You frowned deeply at the claim, a little offended. "What does that mean"?

"It means Ominis here possesses a certain skill set that could help him find exactly where you are in this castle. If I were you, I wouldn't underestimate him, " Sebastian explained giddlily.

"Goodness knows how many times he found me halfway across the castle before I could leave the grounds."

"You mean sneaking out? Yeah, plenty of times. " Ominis rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"How..extactly do you do that, Ominis?" you asked curiously.

Ominis sighed with smile "Nothing to concern yourself with darling"

You narrowed your eyes, his vague reply now definitely offended. They cant just say stuff like that and not give you an answer, especially after you bragged about you never getting caught.

Now you had to know. You prided yourself in your ability to be stealthy. Hell, you even broke into the heqdmasters quarters one day just to ranksak his room for fun. There is no way Ominis can truly find you if you hid. There is no way...right?

And now his dismisive reply only fired you up.

"Say Ominis, how about we play a little game then"? You asked determinedly.

Ominis face shone with amusement "What game would you be referring to"?

He already knew you werent going to let this go.

"A game of hide and seek of course"

He huffed out a laugh and slowly sat up in his chair, now completely facing you.

You were annyoed at his nonchalance but didnt show it.

"Well now that I hear about this ability of your, we simply have to put it to the test" you smiled.

"Is that so"?

You didn't miss the challenge evident in his tone, and neither did Sebastian seem to stay quiet.

Matching his energy, you sat up in your chair as well, facing his foggy eyes with a confidence that you were sure could be felt. "Yes. As a matter of fact, if I left right now and gave you two days to find me, you wouldn't be able to even if I walk right by you in and out of my classes"

Ominis face darkened at your arrogant tone. It was calm, but the kind of calm you see before the storm which you know is coming.

Right this moment, he wanted nothing else but to bend you over this desk and reprimand for taking that tone with him. But he opted to clench his fists until his knuckles were white and think of all things he could do when he caught you.

If it's one thing Ominis wouldn't back down from, it's a challenge. And especially if that challenge gave him the opportunity to witness your humility after he'd beaten you.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but something about the way he was staring at you made you feel something. A little flutter in your stomach that made you clench your thighs at the excitement. You weren't just merely curious anymore. You simply HAD to know if he could ever catch you.

You were quite aware of the effect he had on you. The urge to push his buttons and see how he would react, the urge to challenge him and see far he would go. Ominis was a reserved guy always opting to hide his skills instead of showing them, but you knew he was talented beyond belief and made it your mission to see every one of them whether he liked it or not. It was always the quiet one with the surprises, and you absolutely loved surprises.

"4 hours".

"What"?

"Give me four hours to find you, wherever you decide to hide in this entire castle"

His confidence dropped your jaw and rendered you speechless.

Only 4 hours?!

A little panic was set in your brain at his claim. This castle is huge. And you hide anywhere you want. Was he that confident in his skills?

Ominis grin only widened upon sensing your hesitance. "Is that too long? Very well then how about two hours"?

You almost choked on your spit and looked at Sebastian with widened eyes.

Sebastian couldnt help but grin with excitement. "Oh this is good. This is brilliant. Y/N vs The Ominis Gaunt"

Ominis frowned slightly at the interference of his friend.

This was personal and both you and Ominis knew it.

"Dont you have detention to get to right now Sebastian" Ominis reminded.

Sebastian face fell and groaned at the realization "Ugh, bollocks"

You gave a lopsided smile and patted Sebastian arms in reassurance. "Good luck with Weasly. And try not to kill him, PLEASE"

Sebastian chuckled "No promises"

You shook your head in amusment as you witness him packing his belongings. Before he left the table, he turned towards Ominis with a menacing grin "Go easy on her Ominis, she looks a little scared"

Your hands flew to hit Sebastian in the arm with a glare, curseing him for exposing you.

Sebastian barked out a laugh before grabbing his bag and leaving the two of you in the library. "Have fun you two, oh and Y/N do let me know what happens"

You cursed at him under your breath once again and looked at the clock.

It was almost curfew time, which would leave you no choice but to run around the castle past curfew.

"Ominis, it almost curfew, I dont think we can-"

"All the more fun then" Ominis interrupted.

"Surely you can manage to sneak past a couple of prefects"

You gasped in delight, "Ominis?! I didnt know you had it in you to break the rules like this. Sebastian a bad influence, isn't he"? You teased.

Ominis scoffed at your tone "Thats all Ive ever been doing ever since the day you entered this castle"

You giggled. "Well then, I reckon this will be a much bigger challenge for you then, won't it?"

"Perhaps you should worry more about what I could do if I caught you," he tried to hide the malice in his tone.

Your glared at him ignoreing the goosebumps on your skin "What would I have to be afraid of Ominis? Surely your not referring to yourself"?

A menacing smirk appeared on his face as he sat there, choosing not to reply to your comment.

Ominis knew you were anxious enough already. And boy, was he going make you terrified.

You felt the ominous feeling and stood up from you chair starting to pack your things.

You two had better get a move if you were hoping to finish this game early enough not to get into trouble.

Ominis packed his things up as well and tried his best to hide his anticipation. His mind was racing with dizzying thoughts on how to approach this and how he would catch you.

The hunger of it all was unbearable, and he was grateful you couldn't read his mind.

"Let shake on it then"

Ominis heard the girl say and shuffle towards him. His hand reached out to hers and enveloped them. She shook her hands and attempted to pull away but alas...

He couldnt help it. Just a little taste, he'd convinced himself.

Ominis gripped your hands and tugged firmly, causing you to yelp and crash into his chest.

Feeling his other hand slither around your waist, you looked up at the guy in shock.

Ominis, on the other hand, relished the proximity, which did little to satiate his desire. But he needed to mask it so he didn't scare you off.

Your eyes moved back forth in panic between his even though he couldn't see you

"What are you doing..."

Ominis leaned down to the side of your face, his lips brushing against the side of your face and gliding upwards until they found the tip of your ears.

You gasped at the sensation that made you arch closer to him.

His fingers lazily rubbed small circles on top of yours while you gripped his hands harder and whispered, "What are you doing Ominis"?

Ominis fought the urge to bite your lobes and merely hovered over your ears. "Are you sure you want to play this game with me, darling?"

Your chest was moving erractically no doubt being felt by Ominis pressed against you.

His arms instinctively pulled you in closer if that was even possible, and now all you could feel was his hard chest and the hot warmth that seeped into your skin.

"We could always call it quits if you're too scared." Ominis was slowly losing his self-control. His lips moved slightly downwards to press an open-mouthed kiss against her jaw.

"O-ominis" you whimpered.

Fuck. You couldn't control yourself either. This was surreal to you.

"Yes darling" his breath was heavy on your skin, making you shiver. His hands let go your yours to wrap around his other on your waist and pulling up against him in order to get better access to your neck.

You hands flew around his neck to stead yourself before his lips pressed into your neck harshly.

Whimpers escaped your mouth as he bit your neck and swiped his tongue firmly over the bruise before repeating it. One of his hands ran up your spine before gently gripping your neck and pulling it back to access more skin.

You allowed him before he dove down to your throat with a searing kiss.

Your body jolted when you felt his canines in the middle of your neck now completely at his mercy. Heat was quickly pooling in your stomach, and you could feel his eagerness down there with how closely you were pressed against him.

Ominis concious kept yelling at him to back off before he completely lost it. Anymore of this, and he would truly find himself pushing you on this desk and taking you right then and there.

But fuck, you felt so good.

His lips pressed kisses up your throat until finally they were infront of your lips.

Ominis knew if he kissed you there was no going back.

But you couldn't let it happen like this. Not now.

You tried gather enough self control and shoved him back, which unfortunately pushed you back further then it did him, but nonetheless, now you were facing each other, flushed, disheveled and completely incoherent.

You gulped and pointed a finger straight on his chest "Catch me if you can Gaunt"

At the sound of your determined tone, Ominis grinned widely before taking your finger at his chest turning it over.

He bought the palm up his lips and pressed a kiss.

You swear your poor heart is about explode when he replied " I give you my word..."

#ominis imagine #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwart legacy imagines #hogwart legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hogwarts legacy imagine #drabble #headcanon #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis smut #ominis x reader

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carlyraejepsans · 2 years

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You've mentioned multiple times now Sans canonically switching fonts if I'm not mistaken? What/when are the instances of those?

To be precise, he switches from comic sans to the standard Determined font, so you could also technically call it "turning off his typeface".

there's four notable examples that come to mind

When we first meet him:

he even spaces the letters apart sightly, which implies he's talking slowly and deliberately. this fits two explanations, one doylistic: we don't know him yet, nor do we know the connection between skeletons and fonts so suddenly seeing dialogue in comic sans would break the tension in the scene; and one watsonian: he's trying to scare the crap out of you, so he uses the most terrifying voice he can make.

At the MTT Resort date

Yup. This one pretty much cements the interpretation that he switches fonts to sound scarier. He even does the creepy "music cuts out, speaks slowly and spaces the letters apart for maximum effect" he did in Snowdin Forest. But moving on,

In the Final Hallway

While it's definitely meant to mirror our first meeting, what with the foreground elements hiding his appearance/disappearance, our being backlit throughout the whole scene, and the complete lack of music... there's no way that the player doesn't recognize his silhouette, and knowing the whole speaking in fonts shtick, seeing comic sans shouldn't break the scene anymore.

he's not spacing the letters apart like the previous occasions and he's speaking at normal speed, so I'd rule out that he's trying to sound scary, but he still drops his font in favor of the standard one, right until the moment his actual judgement begins (ie when he checks your EXP and LV). while you could still make a compelling doylistic argument re: comic sans just looks stupid in this scene, i think the font switch makes perfect sense if you read it as sans just being solemn for once. his judgement will inevitably get lighter-hearted*, and he'll go back to his font and soudfont, but it really feels like he wants to open the matter setting a serious tone. this is the end now. enough messing around.

*speaking of the tone of the judgement getting lighter. know what font he uses when it doesn't?

....yeah.

The Lost Soul fight

now THIS. this is an interesting one. because not only does it happen in battle, but there are three VERY big differences when compared to the occasions i listed above:

he's not capitalizing his sentences

he's not silent when he speaks. on the contrary, he's actually using a different soundfont: the standart one you hear with the narrator and secondary NPCs.

his text moves like a wave, much in the same way as napstablook, the heavily depressed ghost who's constantly crying, and the amalgamates (all bar endogeny, who doesn't speak at all) who are... well. you can assume what emotional state they are in.**

honestly I could talk about this detail alone for HOURS, especially when you consider that as soon as his memories are returned, he immediately goes back to his usual font AND soundfont

our friends during the lost souls fight are supposed to be at their lowest, confronting their character flaws and their demons. and considering the nature of what sans says, well... i think it's fair to assume he's either straight up crying or in otherwise extreme emotional distress.

aaaaand that's it! that's all the occasions that come to mind. from what we're shown, we can gather that sans switches off his font for occasions where the mood is far from light, either because it's serious, solemm, scary, or just plain sad.

there's a couple notable occasions that fit these criteria but still use comic sans, such as the "do you wanna have a bad time", threat the "heya. you've been busy, uh?" monologue before the genocide fight, and the genocide fight itself, though all of them can be explained with the fact that the pacing of the dialogue was far too fast for it to be effective.

but yeah. the lost soul segment is the one that makes me tear my hair out. hope this answered your question!

#**..... ALRIGHT ALRIGHT AARON DOES IT TOO. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW???#and the waterfall monsters. but those are water based monsters the context is different. they clearly don't count #actually. i changed my mind. aaron is just constantly flexing through the tears #THERE #undertale #sans #entry log #answered asks #metanalysis

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for laughing at my conservative uncle?

This is an incident that made half of my family go no/low contact with each other, and some still think I was an asshole for it (I think I wasn't), but I wanna get tumblr's perspective. I was 24(F) when this happened, my uncle was 58.

Thanksgiving 2021 my family wanted a big weekend long get together after not being able to do Thanksgiving in 2020 due to lockdowns. Family members took time off work and drove in from out of state so we could all hang out from Thursday to Sunday.

We all have that one uncle who spends every family event saying the most out there racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic/whatever shit, and mine I feel is worse than most. He has some truly shitty takes like "It should be legal to hunt the homeless for sport", and "If a woman doesn't wanna get raped she should get married at like 16 and never go anywhere without her husband," and "If I ever saw a man pretending to be a woman I would kill him with my bare hands, and most of this nation would agree with me". Truly a piece of shit. Meanwhile my family knows I am extremely progressive, so they do their best to keep me and my uncle separate during family events or else it could (and has in the past) lead to shouting matches.

But here's the thing: I would happily avoid him and not talk to him during get togethers, but he loves arguing. He seeks me out. He'll follow me to the bathroom and bring up transphobic things happening in the news. He'll get up from the dinner table to walk over to me and shove an news article about Trump in my face. If he sees me enter the room he'll start talking LOUDLY about his political opinions. He WANTS to argue with me, and the family considers it my duty to ignore him and calls me an asshole when I engage, because that's just giving him what he wants. But he somehow never gets called out for hounding me, because "that's just how he is".

So it's Thanksgiving 2021. And maybe it's because of the therapy, or maybe it's just because I'm getting tired of avoiding him, or maybe it's the lockdowns that eroded my social graces, but I see him spot me from across the room and get that "ohhh I'm gonna make her sooooo mad" little glint in his eye and start to make his way over, and I don't find it infuriating anymore. I find it deeply funny that this divorced, no job, no bitches, deadbeat dad, that everyone secretly hates, has decided the only way he can get a drop of serotonin in his sad miserable life that HE ruined all by himself, is to turn to reactionary politics in a desperate attempt to get a rise out of his niece.

He starts in on the regular vile transphobic shit (I don't need to repeat it we've heard it all before, imagine the worst anti-trans rhetoric you've ever heard and yup. That's what he was saying) and I don't try to counter his points like I usually do. I just laugh. He keeps going, looking more and more puzzled, and I keep laughing.

He thinks I didn't hear him right. No no, I heard it all, and it was funny. He decides I must be too triggered to speak. No I promise, I'm having the time of my life. He guesses I'm not as smart as I think I am then, if I can't come up with a good counterpoint. Oh I'm plenty smart, and you're plenty hilarious.

Long story short he gets madder and madder that I won't engage until he's red faced and yelling. Family members are trying to calm him down and telling me to stop. I don't. I'm not mad that they're again blaming me for the interaction when I was just standing there and HE came up to ME, it's just really funny at that point. Really funny that the entire family walks on eggshells to protect his precious feelings when they could just laugh in his face like I am. My uncle punches a hole in my grandmother's wall and storms off cussing. The mood of the entire Thanksgiving weekend is ruined, and even my most left leaning family members think I'm an asshole because I KNOW how he is and I should have just walked away.

Should I have just walked away to save everyone's Thanksgiving weekend?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lovemeafterhrs · 7 months

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make me stay

don’t make no mistakes, you can’t have your way.

fuck that shit you think, you can’t make me stay.

satoru gojo x sorcerer! reader

part two of one night only

word count: 7.5k

MDNI!!

warnings: plot with more porn, blood/gore (fist-fighting to distract from obvious sexual tension), unprotected marathon sex, my love my light brat tamer! gojo

listen along:

the kyoto campus was eerily silent, even after the students had returned from the exchange event. cicadas chirped loudly outside, singing in the hot and humid air.

she was downright pissed off, approaching seething as she paced through the empty classroom. her mood had gone entirely sour as she looked at the items scattered across her desk. it was just like him to show up and create a gigantic mess, and then disappear before he had a chance to clean it up. she sighed and fixed the trinkets that had fallen over in their haste moments prior. she let out a loud scoff as she noticed the paperwork scattered all over the floor. she decided to ignore the fact that her legs were still trembling.

there was no fucking way she just let satoru get exactly what he wanted. she’d been holding out on him for ages, and now she was even more upset that she’d let him break her down in the first place. because now she wanted him. bad. she needed him. and there was nothing she detested more than relying on that jackass for anything.

she stared down at the debrief for the mission she’d been assigned; one she had originally planned on passing up. now, she felt that blowing off some steam would probably be beneficial. she’d canceled the date she planned that night, too guilty to face the man she’d been seeing after letting satoru touch her. she frowned when her brain reminded her that even if she had gone on that date, he wouldn’t have been anything like satoru. she used to think that was a good thing, but now she wasn’t so sure. there was a reason that she hadn’t let him get that close before, and now it was nagging at her rather aggressively.

she didn’t want anyone that badly, especially not him. she knew better than that. getting with him was quite possibly the worst idea to ever exist, and numerous women could attest to his unwillingness to commit to them. he was charismatic and terrifyingly handsome, but anything besides sex was a danger to the people around him. she knew that, and yet her brain was spinning with thoughts about him.

she frowned, dropping bandages and antiseptic wipes into her small purse. she was a sorcerer first, she reminded herself. she just needed to continue her work and forget that the last few hours even happened.

“heading out for the mission early?” utahime questioned, and her head poked through the door as she watched the girl pack her bag. “i thought you were going to pawn that off on an underclassman. didn’t you say something about it not being worth the effort of someone of your grade?”

“i was going to use it as a teaching opportunity, but i changed my mind. need to clear my head.” she shrugged, trying her best to seem indifferent about the situation. she was hoping that utahime would take her change of heart at face value, but the dark-haired woman simply raised an eyebrow at her words.

“oh. gojo show up while we were gone?” her coworker’s question was like a punch to the gut, and she visibly shrank.

“yup. how’d you know?”

“his cursed energy was gone for about an hour, i figured he’d be pissed you skipped out. shoko was flipping shit. i thought it was pretty funny.” she could imagine the scene that utahime was describing, and it put a small smile on her face.

“that’s an understatement. she probably kicked his ass for ditching her with his students.” she chuckled at the thought, hoping that his long-time friend had given him the third degree after his disappearing act. she could practically see shoko yelling across the grass, trying to track down the illusive white-haired man.

“i hope so. bastard deserves it.” utahime agreed, nodding along as she took a seat in one of the student’s chairs.

“true that. now, wish me luck on my perilous journey. tell me you’ll be praying for me when i take out that grade two.” that earned a frown from her fellow teacher, unenthused by her teasing tone.

“gross, you sound just like him. now go, before gakuganji sees you leave early.” she’s practically shooed out the door by the smaller woman, trying to keep her under the radar of their hard ass of a boss. “oh, and good luck, i guess.”

the signature horn of the train could be heard in the distance, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. she was thankful to have a moment of silence, even if she had to tear a cursed spirit to pieces to achieve it. she needed to find some sense of clarity and forget about the way satoru’s lips felt between her thighs.

as she caught sight of the manor, she let out a long sigh. the walk to the forest had not been pleasant, but the scenery was something to remember.

she had hoped that she’d be able to distract herself from the carnal need pooling in her gut, and an easy mission would do the trick. at least for an hour or two.

it was rather unfortunate that satoru had thought the same thing, snatching a file folder off the desk in yaga’s office. he had to do something, anything to take his mind off what he just did to himself. it was pure torment for him to get so close to finally fucking her, just for his efforts to crash into the dirt. he cursed shoko for not covering for him and cursed himself for taking his sweet fucking time. he could’ve gotten her off three times in the time he’d spent dragging out their little display, but he had unfortunately been thinking with his dick instead of his brain.

he thumbed through the paperwork, recognizing the address of the cursed site almost immediately. not too far, with a cushy hotel nearby.

perfect.

he dropped the file back on the desk with little care and nodded to himself. he loved when a plan appeared right before his eyes, and he had a little smile on his face as he walked out of his boss’s office.

he thought back to when he arrived back in tokyo, faced immediately with shoko’s defeated expression.

“no no you don’t understand shoko, i got so close!” he whined, putting his head in his hands as he followed her down the hallway. he had to wait an embarrassingly long time for the situation in his pants to die down before he trailed his way to her office to complain. as soon as he arrived she was walking out the door, needing a cigarette if she was going to put up with his incessant whining.

“no you didn’t, dickhead.” her reply was curt and to the point, heels clicking against the concrete as they traveled outside.

“but-“ he started, and shoko scoffed.

“shush! i don’t want to hear it. is there anything else you could talk about? i’ve been hearing the same bullshit since high school.” ieiri was growing rather tired of his persistence after years of complaining about the same thing. setting him up with other girls didn’t help, and distracting him with perilous missions didn’t work either. he couldn’t deny that he loved the chase. perhaps that was why he often made himself look so stupid when it came to the one person he couldn’t have.

“so rude! i wish you hadn’t started calling, i was kind of in the middle of something.” she had practically batted him away with her free hand, a headache already forming as she took another drag.

“let it go, gojo! it’s never going to happen!” she called out, and he flipped her off as he walked back through the doors of the school.

that’s actually how he had ended up in yaga’s office, bored out of his mind and peeking through information he had no business knowing. he was nearly in the clear when he suddenly heard the unimpressed words of the boy he raised.

“you look like you’re going out to cause trouble.” megumi stated, his tone flat. his sudden presence scared the shit out of his caretaker, and that caused the younger man to stare at him with a confused look plastered across his face. “what’s wrong with you?”

“wow. thanks for the concern towards your father figure, megumi. you’re right, though. i’ll be back before class on monday.” satoru replied, a sarcastic smile on his face as he offered the boy a peace sign before turning away.

“i think i’ve got it this time. mark my words!” he heard satoru yelling across the courtyard and frowned.

“wait, don’t do anything stupid!” he tried to call out to him, but gojo’s long legs had already carried him out of sight.

“he gets so dumb when he’s desperate.” he grumbled, remembering the many times he’d done something similar. it would always end the same, with him coming home defeated after hours of relentless flirting. he felt bad for her, truly. he didn’t know her well, but he knew that she didn’t deserve his unending pestering.

megumi sighed and watched his teacher disappear into the night. he didn’t know what was up with him, but he knew it was nothing good. it never was, knowing him.

satoru had decided to take the train instead of simply warping to his destination, and he marveled at the expansive treeline as he barrelled toward the cursed site. the sun had just started to set over the sky, casting everything in beautiful rose hues. he looked down at the comically large map he’d been carrying, and the train came to a stop.

it was just too perfect, he mused. he’d be able to kill her assignment and have a hotel room ready for her when she showed up the next day. he’d gotten so close before, he could do it again. right?

the walk to the abandoned house was peaceful until he was about twenty yards away.

a grin stretched over his features when he heard explosions in the distance and the screeches of a cursed spirit roaring through the trees.

it seemed someone had already beat him to it, and he bounced his way through the forest as he looked out for her trademark head of hair.

so what if he had broken into his boss’s office, and sifted through the file folder of the kyoto branch’s missions to find the one she’d been tasked with? it was just the luck of the draw that she happened to get there early, ruining his attempts to kill the damned thing and weasel his way into her hotel room the next day.

he paused when he reached a clearing in the treeline, and his smirk grew as he watched her rise from the dirt. her hair was up, and she had dirt caked on the platform boots she was currently using to kick the everloving shit out of the cursed spirit in front of her. he leaned against the tree, watching her spin the poor spirit around in circles.

she’s taunting it. he hummed to himself and watched her choice to rely on hand-to-hand combat. he’d only see her up so close and personal when she was really pissed off. if he wasn’t damn near unkillable he’d be concerned for his safety. instead the whole ordeal was kind of turning him on.

he could see the cursed energy coming off of her in waves, but she had left that power completely untapped as she continued dodging and weaving around the sharp claws of the corpse in front of her.

“i gotta say, that’s fucking hot.” his voice carried through the clearing, and her steps faltered. the cursed spirit used this opportunity to fling her across the grass, and her head narrowly missed a tree branch that would've sent her to an early grave. it’s claws had nearly grazed her skin, tearing into the fabric of her shirt instead.

she guffawed at her fellow teacher hidden within the trees and got to her feet once more. he stepped through the shrubbery, ignoring the inhumane screeching next to him.

“it looks like we had the same plan.” he mused and gave her a little wave. her frown deepened.

“oh fuck off, gojo. you can’t go around tagging along to every mission just because you’re the strongest.” she huffed, still catching her breath from the near-death experience. the grotesque heap of flesh roared in front of her, lunging towards her distracted form.

“is that not exactly what being the strongest means? i get to do whatever the fuck i want?” he smirked and appeared behind the cursed spirit in a flash. the disgusting sack of meat was interrupting their alone time, and he hadn’t taken too kindly to the intrusion. in moments, he had ripped its shoulders clean off its body and caused it to fall lifelessly into the dirt. viscera splattered all over her, coating her clothes in sticky scarlet fluid.

there was something about seeing her covered in blood and guts that did something to him, something he really didn’t like. he took a step closer, admiring the way the red liquid glistened against her bare skin.

“besides, if i hadn't shown up i wouldn't have gotten to see you with blood dripping down those pretty little thighs of yours.” his flirting was going to be the death of her. it was almost pitiful how close she was to folding. she decided to focus on the anger coursing through her veins instead of the lust bubbling under the surface.

her eye twitched, and he could feel her cursed energy pouring out of her from across the grass. his smile dropped when the blood splattered across her body began to move her hand, coming to life right before his eyes. he knew her cursed technique well, and he should’ve known he’d piss her off more than anything. his eyes widened as sharp, scarlet shards came barreling toward his head.

“whoa whoa whoa, let’s not get hasty here.” satoru choked out, making quick steps to get away from the onslaught of tiny spikes.

“why do you keep dodging, dickhead? you’re practically invincible!” she was yelling at him now, words echoing through the clearing of trees. he couldn’t deny that he found her raising her voice at him appealing. his slacks started to feel a little tight as she sneered at him, nose turned up in disgust. she practically dripped with malice, and he was loving every moment of it.

“because your cursed energy hurts!” he whined, dodging yet another one of her attacks. the sheer power flowing through every crystalized spear of blood she sent his way sent shivers down his spine. it was overwhelming, even for him. his infinity wasn’t going to let any of her advances break through, but that didn’t keep her cursed energy from seeping into his very soul. he’d never liked fighting her for that reason only, but his sense of self-preservation was dying in front of him as he caught a peek under her skirt.

“good! i told you to stop trying to fuck me!”

“and i keep telling you, i don’t listen!” his response earned another shard stabbing into the ground next to his feet, and she took angry steps towards him as he continued to back up.

“you never listen to me. you show up on my missions and nearly get me killed because you want to get in my pants. what am i supposed to do with that?” she growled, and he was only narrowly avoiding her attacks.

“i dunno. maybe you should figure that out.” he replied, a little too cheeky for his own good. anger started to bubble over as she swung at him with her bare hands, and he smirked. he grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him as he pushed her down onto the ground.

“c’mon. you don’t want to play that game with me. do you, gorgeous? you know that you can’t even put a dent in me.” his eyes darkened as he responded, and he pinned her hands over her head to keep her in place. “you can only touch me because i want you to.”

“so you’ll let me kill you, then?” her reply was hopeful, and he scowled.

“why can’t you just admit that what you want to do is let me fuck you until you can’t walk straight. it would save us all so much time and energy.” he sighed and stared into her eyes with a tint of lust over his own.

“you’re so pretty when you’re all worn out.” he cooed, running one of his fingers through her hair. damn. he was already wearing down her defenses, and she tried to keep her thighs from rubbing together instinctively.

“i’m not worn out.” she huffed, and he chuckled at her. “i could still throw you into next week if i wanted.”

“oh, yeah? i think you should save the energy you have left for when we get back to your hotel.” there he was again, inviting himself along wherever she went. to make it even worse, she was contemplating letting him.

“who said you were coming with me?” she questioned, eyes squinted at him.

“oh, please. of course we’re leaving here together.” her face scrunched up at his words, and that urged him to continue. “you should see the look on your face right now.” satoru smirked, echoing her words from earlier that day. he released his hold on her hands, and she used the opportunity to sock him right in the nose.

“okay. i’m done.” she smiled and helped him up off the ground. “i’m still not going to fuck you, though.” perhaps she was not quite truthful in this statement. it was more like she had to keep herself from fucking him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“sure. you’re lying to yourself, but sure. whatever you have to tell yourself to help you sleep better at night, baby.” he dusted off the dirt that coated his back, a teasing smirk on his face. he was getting closer to the prize he’d been seeking.

“fuck off. if you’re not nice you’ll be sleeping on the floor.” she frowned and booed at him as they made their way back out of the forest.

she breathed a sigh of relief when she caught sight of the large hotel, exhausted from her walk back from the forest. satoru however, had been completely unaffected by their long trek. he’d spent the entire time throwing flirty comments her way and avoiding the punches she’d thrown back.

they stepped up to the counter, and the attendant watched them curiously. she had to imagine that the two of them together were quite the sight to see, even to a stranger who had no grasp on their importance as sorcerers. she’d almost forgotten about her tattered and bloody clothing and addressed the clerk with a smile as she received her key. satoru wrapped an arm around her as they strolled through the hallways, and she smacked it away before turning towards their door.

the hotel room was much too cramped for her liking, and she threw her bag down on the bed. she peeled her bloodied shirt over her head, heading towards the bathroom. he tried to follow her inside and whined at her when she slammed the door in his face.

“why were you taunting that cursed spirit?” gojo asked, his voice muffled through the closed door. “you could’ve taken it out in one shot, but you chose to beat it to a pulp with your hands. why?”

“not every fight requires you to rip off heads with pure force, you know.” he could hear her faint reply through the wood as the shower turned on. “besides, my cursed technique needs blood to work properly. i wasn’t looking to spend the next few hours tending to my self-inflicted wounds just so i could kill that thing quickly.”

“why not? i would’ve been more than happy to patch up a beautiful girl.” he sulked when she didn’t reply, and he sat against the wall as he waited for the water to turn off.

“so you were planning on crashing my mission the whole time, then?” she opened the door and rolled her eyes at the white-haired man. satoru always had a plan, even when he swore up and down he didn’t. “you wanted to find me all bloodied and battered, and nurse me back to health?”

“actually, i was planning on killing it before you got there. you just happened to beat me to it.” satoru shrugged like it was a casual thing to suggest. he’d put himself in danger to get a moment alone with her and she’d been blowing him off this whole time. teasing him half to death and pretending to hate everything he stood for.

“spotlight stealer.” she grumbled under her breath, and he laughed at her sour attitude.

“i would’ve let you take all the credit for it, baby. i just wanted some time alone with you.” satoru purred, leaning towards her with a glint in his eyes.

“oh, i should’ve guessed. are you this determined with every girl you try to get with?” she didn’t know if she wanted to hear the answer to that question, but she couldn’t help herself. did he pursue every girl relentlessly? would she be mad if he did?

“not even close.” he replied with a shrug of the shoulders.

“then why should i give you what you want?” satoru seemed to have been waiting for that question, and he took another step closer.

“well to start, i could have your legs shaking in about twenty minutes. and to be completely honest, i’m so desperate to see you writhing in pleasure again that i’d probably do anything you wanted.” he was getting a little too close for comfort, but she didn’t have the willpower to push him away. “are you not even a little bit curious? you were enjoying yourself before we got interrupted. why not continue the fun?”

“i suppose i might be a little curious about it, but mostly to find out if you’re all talk or not.” she admitted, holding his stare. “you reek of desperation, satoru. you’re lucky that i think it’s kind of hot that you want me so badly.”

“only kind of? i’ll have to do a whole lot better than that.” satoru smirked, and stepped closer to pin her against the wall. “i can’t stop thinking about you. i just can’t get the image of you moaning and gasping underneath me out of my head.”

“you drive me insane, i need you more than i’ve ever needed anything.” he continued, slotting a leg in between hers. she hadn’t even made it to her luggage to grab a pair of pants, in nothing but a button-up and panties.

“god, i hate when you do this.” she scoffed at him and looked away, her cheeks flushed as he ran a finger over her jawline. keeping herself from blushing was growing rather difficult, especially with his knee pressing against her clothed slit.

“do what?” he pouted at her, and batted his long pale eyelashes between his words. what a fucking tease.

“act like you like me so i’ll give you what you want. you’ve been doing it since we were kids.” her presumption was true. he’d always been determined, even desperate when it came to her. he’d say anything he could to get even just a fleck of her attention. still, he dared to be offended by her words.

“have you ever considered that maybe i do like you?” he questioned like he didn’t know the answer already, and she looked at him unimpressed. her hands moved over to his chest, keeping them apart the best she could.

“improbable. you know exactly what happens to sorcerers that get involved with each other.” she pointed out, trying to ignore the lust blooming inside of her.

“so? improbabilities have never stopped me.” his words made her pause, and her grip tightened on the collar of his shirt.

“you’re infuriating.” she scoffed, lips ghosting over his as she glared up at him. she was so close to throwing him into the wall and walking out the door, but she just couldn’t tear herself away.

“but you still want to kiss me.” he replied, and she tsked at him. he was still so close, only one more step would have them meeting in the middle. still, she tried to hold firm.

“i want to do more than that. you just piss me off too fucking much.” she rolled her eyes, surprised she’d even dared to admit that to him. perhaps she was going soft. or getting rather desperate herself.

“your boyfriend wouldn’t like that very much, would he?” he was practically gloating, certain that every comment would land him one step closer to breaking her resolve.

“no, he wouldn’t. it’s a good thing he’s not my boyfriend, then.” her response lit a fire deep inside of him, and he stared at her with eyes lidded as he leaned closer.

“oh, so that position is available?” he asked, tone feigning curiosity. he didn’t really want to know if she was seeing anyone, did he? he was just going to hurt his own feelings, winding himself up over something that she was never going to give him.

“i don’t date sorcerers.” she stated plainly, as a last-ditch effort to get him to give up. her resolve had worn rather thin, and she only had one excuse left to throw at him.

“who said anything about dating?” was all it took to break her last shred of dignity, and she pulled him in for a harsh but passionate kiss. he smirked as his lips touched hers, and he started nipping at her lower lip. it didn’t matter that he was just insinuating that he wanted to be her boyfriend. he was just saying whatever he needed to, it seemed. there was no way he was serious about it, he couldn’t be. there was just no fucking way.

she was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his tongue pressing against hers, and she let out a small, muffled moan. that caused him to chuckle, and he pressed her further into the wall.

“cat got your tongue?” he mused. his hands had started to roam underneath her shirt. she scoffed at him, not giving him the luxury of an answer.

“c’mon, you’re so quiet now. what happened to all that attitude of yours?” he teased, delightfully surprised when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“you just keep talking…” she groaned when his fingers flicked her right nipple, his face downturned at the remark.

“you love it.” satoru cooed as he lifted her shirt above her head. “i know you do.”

her reply hadn’t even left her mouth before she was interrupted, a moan erupting from her throat as his mouth wrapped around her nipple. he was laughing at her now, even with his mouth full. the vibration rumbled through her chest, and she pulled herself away from him.

“you’re always such a tease.” she grimaced, taking him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards the bed. he grinned at her words and spun her around, pushing her onto the plush mattress. he wasn’t far away, shedding clothing at a remarkable pace.

“is it really teasing if i mean everything i say?” he shot back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt to pull it off.

she was soaking wet by the time satoru’s fingers made their way to her panties, and she flushed with embarrassment.

“oh wow.. excited already, baby?” he asked, but it was more of a taunt than a question. he chuckled as he pulled them down her legs, and he ran his fingers over the wetness he found. he had to admit, this was already much better than last time. she was just as desperate as he was, and he was starting to realize just how much he’d wound her up. his plan was working effortlessly.

“you’re killing me here, gorgeous. i need to taste that pretty pussy.” he seemed elated by the wetness dripping down her thighs, surprised that she was already so wound up before he’d even touched her.

“shut up.” was her reply, pink cheeks puffed with air as he spread her lips apart with his fingers.

“but you get so flustered when i tell you exactly how you’re making me feel. how am i supposed to give that up? the look on your face is absolutely priceless.” she let out a shaky breath at his words, trying to keep herself quiet as his tongue licked a stripe along her entrance. when he reached her clit, loud slurping sounds echoed off the walls as he went to work splitting her open with his tongue.

her hand came up to cover her mouth to silence the noises threatening to spill from her lips. satoru looked up at her with a displeased expression, fingers squeezing her thighs in protest.

“use your words, baby.” he taunted, pulling his face away from her clit to instead bite at her thighs. he was already basking in the glory of his victory, and now it felt like he was tormenting her on purpose.

“m-more!” she pleaded, back arching against the plush sheets as she dug her hands into his hair.

“you need to ask nicely, or i won’t let you cum at all.” as soon as his lips left her clit to reply, she let out a low whine.

“you wouldn’t.” she pleaded, pushing his head back between her thighs. his gaze darkened, and he hummed against her clit as he contemplated his reply.

“oh, i would. i could walk away right now, and leave you by yourself in this hotel room.” he moved away just an inch to prove his point, and she found herself pulling him back towards her. she needed more. she was so close to release and he was using it against her.

“does that not work for you, angel? is there something you want to tell me?” his questioning was cruel, and she wanted nothing more than to cum around him with her fingernails scratching against his back.

“fuck, satoru. stop teasing.” she choked out, pulling his head away from her thighs. “can’t do this again, please god fuck me now before that phone starts ringing.”

“how can i refuse when you put it like that?” he gave her a mischievous grin as he reached for his belt, and freed himself from his pants. he pushed the fabric towards the floor, stepping towards her now entirely bare. he looked so beautiful, skin practically glistening in the moonlight seeping in from the window.

he leaned over her, pulling her into a kiss as his dick ran over her slit teasingly. he continued dragging himself up and down her wetness, teeth nipping at her lower lip. his hands grabbed onto her ankles and pressed them against her thighs. he started slowly sinking his way into her, and she fisted her hands into the sheets. she let out a hiss as he stretched her open, nearly out of breath as he bottomed out inside of her. he gave her a minute to adjust and stilled the movement of his hips. his fingers combed through her hair, almost like he was trying to console her.

she tried to push herself up in an attempt to get him to move and let out a whine when he held her still. she was begging for some kind of friction, the feeling of him stuffed inside of her already too much to bear.

“c’mon, use your words. i don’t want to have to punish you.” she feared anymore of his teasing, and she finally gave into the desire that she’d been drowning in.

“please god just start moving i-” she cried, words barely coherent when he slowly started to pull out of her. his head teased her entrance again, before sliding back in until his balls were pressed against her ass. he set a steady pace, baiting her into begging for his touch.

her nails dug into his shoulders, barely satiated by the excruciatingly slow thrusts he was giving her. she savored every time his thighs pressed against hers, before pulling himself almost all the way back out again.

“that’s much better, baby. i want to hear you beg.” he wrapped a hand around her jaw, forcing her to meet his blown-out irises.

“harder, satoru! please!” she babbled, already drunk on the pleasure induced by the rocking of his hips. he obliged, hands going back down to hold her in place as his hips began to crash into hers harder, faster.

the way that he looked at her was driving her insane. he peered down at her like she was some glorious treasure, and he was one very lucky pirate. he was grinning from ear to ear, thrusting into her at a punishing pace. the position he’d pulled her into was far too intimate, as everything involving satoru typically was. his eyes were almost glowing and sparkling before her, like he was entranced by the sight in front of him.

her thighs were pressed against her shoulders, pinned underneath him as a plethora of curses left her mouth. the metal bed frame groaned under them, dangerously close to snapping in half as he continued his ministrations. the headboard was smacking against the wall rather violently, and she would feel sorry for the people next door if she wasn’t too busy trying to keep herself from coming undone in his touch.

most of the words coming out of her mouth were complete gibberish, speech slurred as satoru’s dick continued to pound into her. he kept asking her questions like she could answer coherently, humored by her breathy replies. in truth, he was doing it to keep himself from unloading himself inside of her before he was ready for it to end. he just kept dragging it out, bruising her insides with every harsh jerk of his hips.

she supposed she should’ve expected that of him, considering how often he did the same thing with his pants on. he was greedy with his time, determined for it to never end. he didn’t know if he’d ever manage to pull this off again, and needed to savor it as long as he could. that mindset didn’t keep his body from responding to the beautiful sight in front of him. her skin was so soft, and her insides felt so warm and inviting. her walls were drawing him back in, just begging to be stuffed to the brim. it was almost too much for him to handle.

“fuck, i’m gonna-” he choked out, head falling against her shoulder as he tried to keep up his pace.

“satoru…” she moaned, nails scratching against his back as her legs kept him caged between her thighs. “f-fuck, i’m on birth control please just cum inside me. please satoru i-”

his eyes lit up at her words and he nodded furiously as his hips started to sputter. “you’re being so good for me. gonna give you what you want, baby.” he growled against her skin and pulled both of his hands into her hair, bringing her to his lips. his tongue found hers almost immediately and he groaned into her mouth as she clenched around him.

his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic as he toppled over the edge, pushing his cum further inside of her as he continued to rock back and forth.

even when her legs were shaking and his dick was going soft inside of her, satoru still hadn’t released his hold on her hips.

“you’re so pretty, baby…” he swooned, pressing kisses to her cheeks. it was kind of obscene for him to be having this way while pinning her underneath him. his not-so-subtle gestures of affection left dread pooling in her gut, and she couldn’t help but wonder what his end goal was.

she didn’t have much time to contemplate it when satoru pulled her out of her thoughts, pressing a kiss to her lips with a pout forming. “you look like you’re a million miles away.” he stated, pressing a finger against her nose.

“i’m fine.” she replied and let out a long exhale. she ran a hand through his fluffy white locks, contemplating slapping him for making her feel anything for him at all. it was so much easier when she hated everything about him. now, she feared that she might even dare to miss him if he wasn’t right there with her. disaster was brewing deep in her chest, but she shoved it down in an attempt to convince him of her words.

“i don’t think i believe you. what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“nothing.” she frowned and looked away from him. an admission of guilt in his eyes. “just thinking about how you always get everything you want.”

“trust me, if i could have everything i want you’d never leave my fucking bedroom-” she smacked him on the shoulder, cheeks burning at his teasing. she’d think he was joking, but there was something sincere hidden between the lines of his words.

“is that really all you’re thinking about?” he asked after the laughter had died down, and she cursed inwardly. busted.

“no, i guess not.” she frowned, pinching her nose with her fingers with her eyes closed. “what now?”

“what do you mean ‘what now?’ you think i’m ever leaving you alone after this?” his question was surprisingly genuine, as though he was confused that she hadn’t known that already.

“dickhead.” she scoffed, but she couldn’t fight the smile pulling at her lips.

“you’ll learn to find it endearing.” he replied, bringing his mouth to hers. he held her cheeks as he kissed her, fingers rubbing against the skin delicately. his tongue teased hers, and she let out a moan when he bit down on her bottom lip.

she could feel him hardening inside of her again, and he pressed a kiss against her jawline. she let out a whine when he lifted her hips and flipped them both over so she was on top of him. white hair splayed against the pillow, and his strong arms pulled her down until her tits were pressed against his chest.

“satoru!” she squeaked, still sensitive from the last hour of relentless torture. he pressed his head into the crook of her neck, holding her in his lap as he kept her close. he had a talent when it came to contorting her into positions that were far too close for comfort, but she couldn’t help but lean into his touch as his fingers ran over the small of her back.

“never letting you out of my sight.” he grumbled into her skin after sucking bruises along her neck.

“you can’t always have your way.” she choked on her words when his hips began to rock against hers. it was slow at first, the pace nearly torturous as she started to whine above him.

“are you sure about that?” he retorted, pulling his thighs flush with hers. she was using the last of her energy to hold herself up, hands splayed on either side of his head as he started to thrust up into her. her legs felt like jelly as she tried to pull her hips up to match his pace, but he let out a growl as he held her still on top of him. every thrust had his dick bumping against her g-spot, pulling high pitched moans from her mouth as she leaned down to pull him into a harsh kiss.

tongues and teeth clashed as his hips faltered, walls clenching around him as he pulled away from the kiss entirely breathless. a string of saliva connected their lips as he opened his eyes, stormy blue irises filled with such adoration as she started moving along with him.

the sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls of the room, serving as instrumentals behind the choir of their loud moans. her hands had migrated to his chest, nails digging into his skin as her back arched. her tits bounced in front of him, and he soaked up the sight of her entirely fucked out on top of him.

“you want me to fill up that pretty pussy again?” he raised an eyebrow, and she mumbled an incoherent string of yes and please!

his pace hadn’t let up in the slightest, even when he was dangerously close to his end. their fluids dripped onto his thighs as she squeezed around him, overstimulated as she came again. it wasn’t much longer before he was right there with her, coating her insides in pearly white.

her thighs burned as he finally stopped his onslaught, rubbing his fingers over her skin lovingly as they both took a moment to catch their breath. she had a feeling that the moment of peace wouldn’t last long.

satoru’s endurance was something to marvel at, she’d always known that. she’d seen him fight for hours on end without breaking a sweat, but she didn’t think that would equate to him being nearly insatiable in bed.

they’d been up until the wee hours of the morning and had received more than one noise complaint throughout the night. still, satoru was kissing along her collarbone sleepily. his body was still pressed on top of hers, and his hands stayed planted all over her skin. they hadn’t slept very long before his phone started ringing, and he declined the call with a huff. he pressed his face into her chest, and she let out a small giggle as he blew raspberries against her skin.

“yaga’s going to be so pissed.” he laughed, reading through the messages he’d received from his boss, as well as confused texts from both his friend and adopted teenager.

“probably. you’ll be lucky if you get to keep your job.”

“ha, he can’t fire the strongest sorcerer he has. i’m a little too busy to be worried about getting yelled at right now.” satoru’s response was muffled as his lips migrated up to her neck, biting against the skin of her jaw.

now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her go. he didn’t want the moment to end, and she gasped as his warm hands made their way back to her breasts.

“you haven’t had enough yet, have you baby?” he taunted, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

“stop calling me that, asshole.” she replied and pressed her lips to his.

“where’s satoru?” yaga’s voice boomed through the halls of the dorms, and megumi shrugged. the tokyo campus was too quiet without the annoyingly loud sorcerer, much too quiet. it had caught the attention of the principal, who had spent over an hour searching through the empty buildings.

“dunno.”

“that mother-“ yaga sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “when he gets back, send him to my office immediately.”

long before he was satoru’s boss, he was his teacher. he knew him surprisingly well, and had a sinking suspicion that he knew exactly where he was. he had never been very good at covering his tracks, and the file folders scattered across his office were proof of that.

“he went off on one of her missions again, didn’t he?” shoko asked, walking up to the taller man.

“he needs to leave that poor girl alone.” she added and sighed at his antics.

“of course he did. he’ll be back, though. if she didn’t kill him.” masamichi frowned, and took his glasses off his head. “if gakuganji finds out about this he’ll have hell to pay. that old bastard will hold me responsible for whatever destruction he caused.”

“let’s just hope he didn’t tear through entire chunks of forest in his attempt to get in her pants.” shoko responded dryly, and the two of them grimaced as they watched the sunrise peak through the clouds.

satoru was in for a shitstorm when he got home, but he hadn’t cared very much in those moments he spent tangled in her arms.

#this was never meant to be more than a oneshot #but i have been inspired!#gojo satoru girlies rise up!#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #Spotify

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tzuu-died · 3 months

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braven and superbia theory :]

so my discord server allowed me to be stupid on main and rant about bravern at 11:30pm my time, so here’s just.. everything copy and pasted LMAO

also, posting this before ep4 drops, i can’t wait to see if any of my ramblings made sense

theory under the cut, spoilers for bang brave bang bravern ep. 1-3 and ep. 4 preview

the theory is this: bravern and superbia are the same species, possibly related to the deathdrives

firstly, in episode 1 and episode 3 we see bravern with a mask thing covering his face. and when you look at superbia, it seems as though they have something similar

i wouldn’t say that part is superbia’s actual face, due to the purple highlights/crystal looking things on their body. bravern’s eyes are green, and he does have a green crystal or piece of glass on that gold part of his face

and also, bravern has a green background in his transformation sequences and when we first meet him.

there’s also a green trail left by him when he flies in the intro + uses his blade.

the show’s logo briefly flashes green in the op

and the green in bravern’s cockpit + the weird green liquid from ep3

and superbia’s eyes do flash purple in the op, so i’m willing to bet superbia wears a mask much like bravern when we first meet him

and now when you look at bravern and superbia, they do seem very much alike

plus, the opening hints at superbia being somewhat relevant at least, due to the fact that in most anime openings, the fight featured in it is at least somewhat relevant to the story

and also, bravern knows superbia

the “you never change” implies that bravern’s fought against superbia before, or known them in the past

plus, the opening and show kind of confirmed lulu pilots superbia

1. lulu and isami have very similar outfits when piloting

2. this scene in the opening. the character does resemble lulu and the necklace looks like it was made to resemble superbia

3. again, the weird liquid in the mechs’ cockpits

so in other words, bravern and superbia are definitely very similar

plus, we saw that bravern was losing to superbia without isami

without a pilot

and lulu magically appeared on a beach after superbia was defeated. and coincidentally, superbia was in the deep waters when we first see a hint of them.

and i just wanna point out that smith had no idea what lulu meant when she said her name, but bravern understood.

and he didn’t look too happy about that

and in the preview for episode 4, we see a few scenes of bravern essentially being in a shitty mood. kind of looks like he’s lashing out here?

and then at the end we see a scene of lulu looking confused, and we immediately cut to this?

so to just tldr the point that bravern and superbia are part of the same species:

1. they share similar traits and visuals in the show (mainly the colours i talked about)

2. they both have pilots

3. they have a history together (we see superbia scoffing at bravern a few times, and bravern’s quote: “you never change”)

4. bravern shows a clear dislike for superbia and isn’t all too happy about lulu

and now, the other thing: bravern and superbia are some advanced form of the deathdrives, or are related to them

so first off, when the deathdrives are defeated, they go kaboom and explode into this weird cube shaped stuff

and what happened to superbia after bravern and isami’s attack?

additionally, when battling superbia, bravern attacked them with a punch, which they stopped with a purple shield

and what else uses a purple shield?

yup. the deathdrives

and in episode 2, bravern explains that they’re inorganic, metallic organisms that gained something like a conscience. and both bravern and superbia show to have that

bravern’s can be sean very clearly. he talks a lot.

superbia? all we hear from them are shrieky noises and scoffing. and what do we hear from lulu? also that

so to just tldr this entire rant/rambling:

bravern and superbia show signs of being from the same species. they both needing a pilot to achieve their true strength, without them they’re not as strong.

the deathdrives also show similarities to them; that being the similar way they “die” (we’re not sure if superbia actually died in ep3, so i’m putting the word in these “ ”guys), similar abilities (barriers/shields, flight, weaponry?).

so basically, to put all of this short: bravern and superbia are some advanced form of the deathdrives, probably existing to be something like commanders in an army, seeing how superbia kind of teamed up with the deathdrives?

anyway, hope this makes sense LMAO 😭

#bang brave bang bravern #yuuki bakuhatsu bang bravern #bang bravern #bravern #superbia #isami ao #lewis smith #lulu #bravern theory #bbbb #brave series #brave #tzuu’s writing

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Can I request yandere pro heroes Bakugo and Kirishima being so so gentle as they train their darling to take their cocks, alternating between comforting and praising her and discussing her reactions amongst themselves?

♡ So Good ♡

(A/N: Ohhhh, I loved writing this one 🥺🥺🥺💖 I honestly have been in a smut writing mood so this came in at the exact right time!! I need to write more poly!BakuKiri honestly lol!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, DUB-CON (I think), double penetration, praise, slight size kink, slight cockwarming

Summary: Eijiro and Katsuki train you to take them both at once (Yan!Bakugou x Fem!reader x Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You drop your head, diggings your nails into Eijiro’s shoulder. He doesn’t mind though, you’re just trying to support yourself and hold onto anything you can. You’re currently smushed between Eijiro and Katsuki, Eijiro underneath and Katsuki above you.

“You’re okay, angel. You’re doing so well” Eijiro says, bringing one of his hands up to cup your face. You don’t respond much other than trying to even your breathing. Eijiro’s already inside you, as much as it hurt him to just sit there, he did. He was going to be taking you from the front while Katsuki was going to be taking you from the back.

You whine as Katsuki pushes further into you. You can’t find the strength to say anything so you shake your head, a sign for him to stop and to let you have a break. “You want to stop? But I’m half way in, you’re being so good” he mumbles in your ear. Outright praise from him was rare yet now he was telling you how good you are for him.

“Mhm, you’re such a good girl, baby. I know you can take it” Eijiro praises, feeling your grip get even tighter as Katsuki pushes even deeper. You just feel so full. You can not even imagine what it will feel like when both of them start actually start moving.

“I-It hurts...” you mumble, letting out a small whine after. Your watery eyes meet Eijiro’s and he can’t help but just hold you. You look so sweet. Although there’s a deep part of him that wants to see you cry more, cry out of pleasure that both of them bring you as they pound into you.

“Aww, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good, and soon enough you won’t even notice that it hurts because it feels so good” Eijiro says, flashing you a smile you feel like you can’t refuse. Katsuki lets out a grunt in agreement, not talking as he’s focus on how good you feel around him.

Finally, both of them bottom out inside of you. “We go one round like this but then we switch. I wanna see how her face looks right now, I bet it’s so fucking hot” Katsuki says, as if you can’t hear him. You let out a small whine at his words, embarrassed by the whole situation.

“Oh, it is. She looks so pretty from this angle” Eijiro coos, lifting your chin so you’re forced to look at him. Your pretty face has a small pout on it, your eyes watery, and your eyebrows scrunched together. Yup, definitely pretty from this angle. Although, he imagines how your beautiful body looks from Katsuki’s angle.

Katsuki leans forward, his cock going even deeper into you, his chest now flush against your back. He bites down on your neck, making sure it’s hard enough to leave a mark for a couple of days. Eijiro smirks at your small moan, loving how flustered you look.

“Well, shall we start moving?”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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UuGH IVE BEEN HYPERFIXATING ON MILES MORALES LATELY S O

ITS SMUT B U T

Miles with a reader who wears his clothes often, wearing his shirt with nothing but panties underneath- sitting on his lap and messing with his fingers. And Miles just so desperately struggling to keep a conversation going when he can so clearly feel their warm against him

Hi anon, thanks for the prompt!

I used our OG Miles for this. Also: It’s their first time together, so he’s extra shy and awkward.

Warnings: Explicit content, y’all know the drill

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Miles had left a while ago to complete his evening patrol, and you were eagerly awaiting his return. You had started dating recently, and you were head over heels in love with him.

Having just stepped out of the bathroom, you felt refreshed and rejuvenated. The hot shower had relaxed your muscles and lightened your mood.

"Hey! I'm back -" a voice rang out, followed by a crash and a thump. You looked up to see Miles in his Spider-Man suit; he had tripped and fallen through the window.

"For a superhero, you're quite clumsy," you remarked.

He removed his mask, and you noticed his cheeks reddening. It wasn’t from exertion. "You're wearing my hoodie."

"Astute observation," you replied, sitting down on the bed. The oversized hoodie you were wearing reached your thighs. You loved wearing his clothes, even though they were too big for you.

You could feel him staring at your legs.

"You're not as discreet as you think," you said with a grin, and he jumped.

"What?"

"My eyes are up here, Miles."

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Sorry," he muttered. Then he scrambled to the bed and dropped his head onto your lap. Parts of his suit were ripped.

"Did you get hurt?" you asked, your voice filled with concern as you ran your hands over the damaged areas to inspect them.

"Nah. I'm fine."

You cupped his face in your hands and gently pressed your lips against his. "Missed you," you whispered, "How was patrol?"

"Nothing special. Caught a pickpocket and stopped a robbery. The usual." He shrugged. "And how was your evening?"

Your hand roamed over his chest. "I’ve been thinking about you."

He shivered, despite the fact that you weren't even touching him directly due to the fabric of his clothing. He was always so sensitive to your every touch, which is why you loved running your hands over his body.

"I think about you all the time, too,” he said.

"Oh?” You smiled. “Thinking about what, exactly?"

He blushed. "You know - how you're doing, what you're up to... if there's something you need..."

"Mhm. What else?"

He swallowed. "Um..." It was obvious he was thinking of something he didn't want to vocalize. “That’s it, I think.”

He must have been too embarrassed to say. It was fun to make him a red-faced blushing mess, so you deliberately turned away from him to lie down on the bed.

As expected, he crawled next to you and rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

"That's really all you think about?" you asked casually, intertwining your hands.

You could feel his body tense slightly. "Yup."

A boy his age, without ulterior motives? That wasn't very likely. "Tell me more about your day then.” You wanted to get him out of his shell.

You climbed on top of him so that you were practically straddling his lap. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, uncertain and tentative. "Um..." He searched for the right words. You leaned over him, and his gaze shyly wandered sideways. "What was the question again?"

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "What else did you do today besides capture a pickpocket, stop a robbery, and think of me?"

“I… Um… Physics. “

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Physics?”

“Yeah, uh. Homework.” He frowned, looking like he was struggling to think straight. “Electric current, resistivity, and Ohm’s law.”

“Sounds exciting. Tell me more.” You subtly tried to press your body against his. Since you were only wearing a pair of underpants and his hoodie, and since his suit was relatively thin, you hoped to mess him up enough that any rational thought would leave him.

You gave him another kiss on the cheek, and your lips moved to his neck.

"Um. Ohm's law states that the voltage across a resistor is directly proportional to..." His voice trembled, "to... to the current flowing through resistance..." He fell silent. You had taken his hands and placed them on your waist; you knew he would have been too shy to do it himself.

“Yeah? Is that all you know?” you teased with a grin.

Instead of continuing to talk, he stared at your lips.

"Miles?"

"Hah?"

"I asked you a question."

He blinked. "What question?"

Almost there, you thought.

“When do you use Ohm's law?"

“You… uh.” He looked like his head was empty. His eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated. “Y-You use it to… to maintain the desired voltage drop across… across the electrical components in a…” The rest of the sentence was lost in a moan because you had started sucking on his neck.

You could feel the warmth that emanated from him. He had to force himself to hold back, you could tell by the desperate look on his face and the way he whimpered under your touch.

"Take off your suit." He obeyed instantly. His slender torso revealed faint traces of muscles, a testament to the numerous fights he had participated in during the past few months.

Then he looked at you, his gaze lust-veiled, patiently waiting.

It dawned on you that he was waiting for permission, for instructions.

Even now, in a state of lust and desire, he showed restraint and caution, as if afraid to do something you didn't want.

"What do you want, Miles?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard. "What do you mean?"

"What do you want to do?”

He looked at you questioningly. "Um... Whatever it is you want to do?”

You shook your head. "No." He finally had to learn to express his needs. "I want you to tell me what you want, regardless of what I think."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "You. I want you."

"And how do you want me?"

Instead of answering, he suddenly grabbed you so fiercely that you landed on your back and he ended up on top of you. His hands wandered under your hoodie, and when you tried to take it off, he said, "No, leave it on. It suits you.” With one hand he squeezed your breast, with the other he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the mattress.

Fucking finally, you thought. He’s finally doing what he’s been wanting to do for ages.

He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his growing hardness. Would he still be this reserved and self-controlled once you took things further?

"Have you ever imagined it?" you asked between his kisses.

"Fucking you?" He dropped his forehead against yours. "Yes, damn it. It’s the only thing I can think about when I touch myself. I almost lose my mind every time you wear my clothes."

Holy shit. You had never heard him talk so freely, so bluntly before. His excitement and arousal seemed to cloud his thoughts, because you knew he would never confess to these things in a sober state.

"Then why don't you?"

Your words made him groan softly. "You sure?"

"Miles." You tried to sound reproachful. "Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now?” You took his hand and guided it downwards.

"Oh, wow." He sounded so genuinely surprised that you had to stifle a laugh. "You're wet."

"Duh."

“That’s –“ He blinked. “Wow. I had no idea.”

“Are you going to do something about it or what?”

He carefully fumbled his way forward with one finger, gently, trying not to hurt you. "Is that okay?"

"Miles." Your voice sounded almost like a whine. "More. Please."

He inserted a second finger, and began to move them slowly. But he was still so measured, so tentative, that it was driving you out of your mind.

So you took his hand and started rubbing your clit while simultaneously fucking yourself with his fingers. He watched you with his mouth open, full of awe and lechery.

“That’s how you do it,” you sighed, willing yourself to stop right before your climax because there was something else you wanted to do.

You fumbled around in your nightstand to pull out a condom. Before Miles could react with embarrassment, you ripped open the pack with your teeth and put it on in a quick and guided motion.

"Wha -" He gasped, startled. "You have condoms?"

"Of course. I've been waiting ages for this to happen."

"You serious?" He sounded stunned. "I had no idea!"

“Because you’re a dense idiot.”

He pouted. "Don't call me that."

"Make me.”

He didn't need to be told twice. The kiss that followed was hungry, desperate, lust-filled. He had wanted this for as long as you had.

You couldn't hold back a moan as he entered you.

“You okay?"

"Yes. But I'd feel better if you were a little rougher."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not hurting me," you assured. "Come on, Miles, please. I'll go crazy if you don't."

He began to move faster; his hands found yours and he intertwined them.

"I love you," he said softly, "more than anything in this world." He gasped your name, followed by caresses, kisses, and a look so fond that your heart melted.

You both came at the same time.

His body fell to the side, exhausted.

"That was way better than I had imagined,” he mumbled with half-closed eyes.

"You should really learn to express your needs," you said.

"I don't want to pressure you into anything, though."

You gave him a kiss. "Communicating your needs to someone doesn't mean you're pushing the person to do something they don’t want to.”

He thought about it for a moment. "Okay," he said. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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