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bambikisss · 11 days

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When at Coachella :: Song Mingi

Lead Guitarist! Mingi x Singer! Reader (ft Manager!Yeosang)

🎶: Rude boy - Rihanna, Slow Down - Chase Atlantic, Mamacita - Chase Atlantic

📙: You and your band are on a sold out tour when you decide to make a pit stop at Coachella to perform, the performance being as hot as possible, leading to a night between you and your guitarist boyfriend, Song Mingi.

⚠: Unprotected sex (always wrap it up), accepting alcohol from a fan, public sex, Voyeurism (ft Yeosang), 69, talk about becoming an adult entertainer

Bambi's notes: I'm back! I recently watched Coachella and loved how Mingi looked and acted, so I used it as inspiration. I also realized that I haven't done anything with our Yeosang yet, so I thought this is how I introduce him to my writings lol. There also may be a part two for this 👀

REBLOGS + COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED

"Showtime in 10 minutes, everyone make sure you are ready!"

You could hear the roar of the crowd from your dressing room backstage, smirking as you heard the chants for you as you put on your lip gloss in the mirror.

Due to popular demand, you were to headline Coachella for the first time, being the reason for the surge in ticket sales. You were a very popular singer, you and your band are currently on a sold-out tour, making a pit stop at the festival for the night.

"You always look so good when you're like that."

Your smirk only grew as the door closed behind your guitarist, the click from locking the door echoing in the room as he approached you. You didn't move, allowing his hands to rest on your hips before slowly moving down to your skirt, his thumbs grazing the bottom of your ass. You were bent over the vanity, your hands moving to support you against the mirror as the man behind you licked his lips, pressing his body against yours as he played with the fabric of your skirt. You knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted to do a lot more than touch it, his eyes moving up your back slowly to meet your eyes in the mirror with a smirk of his own.

"Don't you know that you're not allowed in here, Mingi? Yeosang is going to get upset that you're in here after he banned you from being alone with me before performances."

"Who gives a fuck what stick up his ass Yeosang has to say about me seeing my sexy girlfriend?" Mingi scoffed, his hands slowly pushing up your skirt more to see the globe of your ass, chuckling when you began to move your hips side to side, giving your ass some movement against him. "Hey, be nice, he's our manager. He's just trying to look out for us and make sure that I get on stage on time, unlike the last time you came back here before a show."

At your words, a proud smile moves over Mingi's lip, remembering how he had you pinned against the wall at one of your concerts, making you late to get on stage after he drilled into you. He wouldn't stop until you came hard around him at least 3 times. He wouldn't take any excuse, even when Yeosang came banging on the door, following after you with a shit-eating grin on his face when you both emerged from the room.

"You excited for Chella, babygirl? The crowd is chanting your name." Mingi hummed, fixing his platinum hair in the mirror above you before pulling back to let you stand up straight, his hand resting on the small of your back as you both made your way to the stage. You nodded, picking up your microphone and in ears while Mingi did the same. Your set was around 22 songs, including 2 costume changes and even a special guest. Your show was one everyone was looking forward to and you wanted to make sure that you met their expectations.

You and the rest of your band listened to Yeosang give a rundown of the stage as you all stood up on the lift, Mingi's dark blue guitar resting against his feet as he bit his guitar pic, something he did before every performance. You nodded, smiling as the lift began to move up, the cheers growing louder and louder until you were on the stage, the huge crowd of people screaming their hearts out at your appearance.

"Coachella, make some noise for me!" The crowd was like putty in your hands, screaming even louder before the first song began. The crowd cheered for each band member as you introduced them.

You made a show of walking over to Mingi, the crowd getting even louder when you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. "This is my right-hand man and lead guitarist, Song Mingi" Mingi accompanied your introduction with a guitar rift, your fans barking for him. It was a staple whenever he performed to bark for him, the barking growing louder as many of the Coachella crowd picked up on the trend, barking for him as well.

Your set was full of cheers, the band playing perfectly as usual, interacting with the fans while you sang. You were even able to get close enough to the fans to have them touch you, which Mingi smirked at. While you were on your knees in front of your fans singing, Mingi came over to play his guitar closer, the crowd exploding as he began to drop to his knees, performing the guitar rift right over you as you continued to sing. The moment would go viral on social media, you already knew it, but you were much more concerned with Mingi's dark eyes that met yours while he played before he shot you a secret wink, raising himself back up from being over you before he walked to play at the other side of the stage.

You were having fun singing, flirting more with Mingi as the songs went on, your touches getting hotter for opening his jacket during his solo to show off his fresh 'FIX ON' tattoo that moved over his chest and his abs, singing right behind him while he played, his head moving back to rest on your shoulder while he played. You could tell by the way he stared at you that he would've taken you right there on that stage if he could, his lust for you growing more and more as the songs went on.

Mingi was full of his own tricks, though, grabbing a shot of whiskey from a fan for both of you, holding one for himself before he handed it to you, you both taking the shot before he poured the rest on his head, shaking his head as he played, your eyes falling on the droplets of whiskey that moved down his chest and abs. Mingi then took the opportunity to press his forehead against yours, panting as he tried to keep eye contact with you. He wanted you to focus on him as he played, your vocals never wavering as you and he held eye contact, singing flirtatious lyrics as if you both were alone.

"Thank you Coachella!" You waved goodbye as your set finally ended, walking back to the lift with your band members, the crowd still cheering for you as the lift slowly fell as you all waved, Mingi's free hand landing on your lower back as you all slowly disappeared.

"Good job everyone, you all are trending on every social media site!" Yeosang complimented you all as you all walked from the lift, accepting the water bottles he handed out. You had barely taken a few sips of your water when Mingi began to drag you away from everyone else. Coachella's backstage area was all outside, the trailers being only for the artists to get ready. However, Mingi didn't have the patience to go all the way to the trailer, bringing you to an area that was empty near the stage, hidden behind a pillar. You didn't have to question him at all, his hands landing on your hips as your lips met his in a heated kiss, Mingi's grip on you tightening as he pressed his body against yours.

You ran your hands through his hair as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before he pressed your back against the pillar again, letting you feel just how much he wanted you. At your moan when he rolled his hips into you, he shushed you quickly, his teeth dragging along your bottom lip before he placed a finger against his lips, whispering "shh, baby. keep quiet for me, yeah? Don't want anyone to come over here for us."

"I thought you had always wanted an audience though?" You whispered back against his lips, your nails slowly dragging down his chest as he moaned softly. It was true: Mingi had a thing for pleasuring you with an audience, eating you out underneath tables when you are going live with fans, doing the same thing when you're recording with the producer in the room, Mingi wanted everyone to know just how good he could make you feel.

Mingi smirked, his hands grabbing at your breasts over your top as he responded "Can you handle that, though? Can you handle someone watching us with their hands down their pants as I fuck your pretty pussy? You won't get all embarrassed and try and look away as per usual?''

You nodded, feeling like you were in a haze as Mingi returned his lips to yours, his tongue teasingly moving over yours before he pulled back, his chest moving as he began to roll his hips against you. You were deep down happy that there was no one around the area, everyone backstage either leaving, trying to beat the traffic, or helping to pick up the trash around the festival site.

"Are you two done?" Your kiss with Mingi broke with Mingi's annoyed groan at Yeosang's words, rolling his eyes as he turned to face him. His eyes drilled into the manager before an idea came into his head. "Baby, Yeosang had to sign an NDA before he began working with us, right?"

"Yeah, he signed a bunch of them, why?" You remained in Mingi's arms as he turned to face Yeosang, a devious smirk moving over his lips before he said "No, actually, me and Y/N here aren't done. If you want to talk to her so much, you're going to have to talk to her while I eat her out."

Mingi's words made Yeosang blush, stuttering out a small "what?"

"You heard me: Either you wait to talk to her," Mingi paused, unwrapping your legs from around his waist before he placed you back down on the ground, Mingi's lips meeting yours before he slowly kissed down your body, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Or, you can stand here and talk to her while I eat out her wet pussy, your choice."

Yeosang couldn't help but stutter, trying to figure out if Mingi was serious, but when Mingi began to press kisses to the insides of your thighs, he could tell that he was in fact serious. At Yeosang not moving, Mingi smirked before looking up at you, asking "You're okay with our manager Yeosang watching us, right? I mean, whatever he has to say must be so important that it can't wait for us to finish." You bit your lip as you nodded, a small moan leaving your lips as Mingi bit down on your thigh, saying "No baby, out loud. Look at Yeosang and say it's okay if he watches."

"It's okay if you watch" You whimpered to Yeosang as Mingi kissed over his bite, placing your leg up onto his shoulder before he kissed up your thigh, his focus now only on your pussy as Yeosang cleared his throat. He felt challenged as if Mingi was challenging him to see if he wouldn't be able to handle the sight, but he could. Heck, he had walked past you both constantly fucking all the time, this was nothing different other than that he could see it.

"So, I'm going to go over the analytics of tonight's performance with you along with how payment is going to work." You nodded as Mingi pushed your panties to the side, cursing softly at how wet you seemed to be before he dipped his tongue into you, making you gasp. You tried to keep your facial emotions in check while Mingi ate you out, trying your hardest to pay attention to Yeosang's words and analytics from the show on social media. Mingi looked up at you as you kept talking to Yeosang, sucking hard on your clit to make you moan out loud in the middle of your sentence, your hand moving into his hair to press him against your pussy, making him moan into you. You wanted to keep him busy from trying to play with you, your cheeks already on fire from how Yeosang was watching you both.

Mingi smirked as your leg began to tense on his shoulder, letting him know that you were just about to cum. He slowly kissed up your body, his ringed fingers playing with your pussy lips as he whispered into your ear "you're focusing so hard baby, let me help you relax a bit"

You bit your lip harder as Mingi easily slipped 3 fingers into you, your hands rushing out to grip his forearm as Yeosang continued to talk to you, his eyes glancing down at your hands as they gripped Mingi's moving forearm as he fucked up into you with his fingers, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, Mingi's lips all over your neck as he shamelessly whispered into your ear all about the things he wanted to do to you. Yeosang felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight and the sound, his eyes slowly moving back up your body as you tried to hold back all your sounds. He hummed before holding up his tablet, needing your signature for something.

Your hands shook as you accepted the tablet from him, your orgasm right about to wash over you as you signed your name on the tablet. Mingi smirked as you came all over his hands, his gaze now moving to Yeosang as he slowly pulled his hands from you. You cleared your throat as you handed back the tablet, your signature drawn messily onto the page. Mingi shamelessly sucked on his fingers as Yeosang looked down at the tablet, holding back his smirk when he noticed that you had written your signature while you were cumming.

You rested against Mingi as he began walking to the limo, chuckling deeply before he paused, turning around to face Yeosang. "If you'll excuse me and Y/N, we're going back to the hotel. I'm sure everything else you need to say can wait?"

"Of course" Yeosang hummed, his eyes moving over both you and Mingi before he walked past you, his arm grazing yours as he made his way to his ride back to the hotel without even glancing back. "I think he liked it," Mingi chuckled, picking you up before carrying you to the limo, having you sit on his lap before your lips met in a heated kiss. You and Mingi kissed as the limo driver turned up the music, giving both you and Mingi as much privacy as he could as he was used to you both doing this. Mingi's hands moved down to your hips, his hands moving underneath the skirt to knead your ass as you deepened the kiss, your hips moving against Mingi's, his hard cock pressing against his belt hard.

Mingi tossed his head back as you kissed down his neck, your hands moving over his chest as Mingi helped you grind down against him, his eyes closing as you bit down on him. "That's my baby, mark me up. I wanna post a selfie tomorrow showing all your marks off on me." Mingi loved seeing the comments on the post debating whether or not it was real or not, if they came from a woman or from somewhere else- it always got him off.

"Should start recording us," he moaned out as you removed his belt, his hand landing harshly on your ass before he licked his lips. "Have you be my own private little porn star."

You moaned at his words, licking up his neck as Mingi continued to moan out his desires, not caring about the poor driver in the front as he dragged his hands up your ass slowly, his nails digging into you before you shut him up with a kiss, your lips and tongue meeting in a messy kiss that was fit for a porn star.

When the limo finally pulled into the hotel, Mingi and you rushed to exit the car before you both rushed into the hotel through the back that was for celebrities, bypassing the many cameras. Mingi and you both laughed as he pressed you against the wall of the staircase, your lips meeting in a deep kiss as you both stumbled up the stairs to your floor. Mingi then pressed you against your hotel room door, panting against your neck as his hands already began to unzip your skirt, his voice against your ear neck as he panted "You better hurry up before I shove down your skirt and take you in this hallway, maybe we can give the security team a show next."

You bit your lip as you pressed your keycard against the door, knowing that the security of the hotel didn't sign an NDA, unlike Yeosang. You pushed open the door, Mingi's body immediately following yours as you both entered the room, his heavy boots kicked the door closed before his lips met yours again in a messy kiss.

Clothing began to be thrown all around the bedroom as you both made your way to the nearest surface, which so happened to be the floor. Mingi chuckled softly as you both landed on the floor, Mingi's back pressing against the hotel's expensive carpet as he helped you move on top of him, moving you so you faced his cock while he could have you sit on his face. "Put that pretty pussy on my face, baby."

You didn't have to be told twice, moaning as your pussy landed right on his mouth, his tongue moving quickly to taste you. Your eyes closed, your nails digging into his abs before you leaned down to take his cock into your mouth, his own eyes rolling back at the feeling. Mingi swore there was something about how you took him deep in your throat that always made him fucking ravenous. He growled deeply against you, his hands moving to grip the globes of your ass as you took him deeper into your throat, all the way to the hilt.

"That's my fucking girl, taking me like a pro." Mingi praised, his tongue returning to you to match the pace that you set.

You stopped? He stopped.

You rolled your hips back? He rolled his hips up to make you choke on his cock.

Mingi was a man of many talents, and making you cum quickly was number one.

"I'm gonna cum, Mingi, fuck." You pulled back from his cock to pump him in your hand, your words urging your boyfriend to speed up as he curled his tongue, pumping another finger into you as he moaned, the vibrations helping you to cum all over his tongue.

Even though your haze you continued to pump Mingi's hard cock, Mingi tossing his head back against the floor as he praised you. "Faster, baby. Earn that nut from me, baby. I'm almost there with you just don't stop- oh my fucking god, yes"

Mingi couldn't even think straight as you deep-throated him, a small whine leaving his deep voice as he came. He didn't know what to grab onto, choosing to dig his fingers into your ass before he fully fell back against the floor, his body shaking slightly underneath you while you cleaned him up with your tongue. Mingi chuckled at the feeling, his hand landing a firm smack on your ass before he ran a hand over his face.

"You always make me cum so hard when you do that, baby. Always know how to make your man so fucking happy." He chuckled, helping you get up before he got up from the floor, his legs now slightly wobbly before as he laughed. He walked with you over to the bed, his hands resting against the sheets as he asked for a minute, still shaking from the orgasm you had given him, making you giggle. You loved watching Mingi recover from cumming, his hair being a mess, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath, the fresh layer of sweat making him glow in the room's light.

You crawled over to his hunched frame, pressing small kisses to his shoulders as he chuckled, his voice now even deeper. His hands then pushed you back on the bed, his tongue moving over your lips as he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He slowly pushed into you, his long and thick cock stretching you out as he slowly filled you up, making sure that you felt every single part of his cock.

"Yeah, baby, roll those eyes back at how good just having my cock feels in you" Mingi moaned, his eyes burning into you as your eyes rolled back as he stuffed you full. He loved how your body seemed to react to his cock whenever you both fucked, his eyes now on your breasts as he began to fuck you, watching as they bounced.

"Those perfect tits of yours too, fuck. Saw Yeosang looking at them earlier while I was finger fucking you. I don't blame him though, just look at how juicy your tits look when they're moving from my fucking cock" you moaned as Mingi's hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he began to roll his hips, leaning down to wrap his lips around the nipple. Your moans got louder, your running through his hair as he switched nipples, his tongue moving over your nipples before he pulled back, pressing them against each other as he moved faster.

"Yeah, sing for me, Y/N. Sing for me while you take my cock" Mingi's pace picked up to drill into you, using your breasts as leverage to move you on his cock, his cock hitting deep into you as you moaned his name, your hands moving from the bed to his hair to his back; you didn't know where to hold on as he fucked you, your back arching as you felt your orgasm building up quickly. At your tightness, Mingi growled "No, not yet. You better hold on until I'm fucking ready, Y/N."

"Mingi" You begged, you cries not making your lover stop, only moving faster, his eyes moving from your face to your tits he still held onto your stomach as his cock plowed into you. He loved how you begged for him, his cock twitching before growled out "cum, cum for me baby"

You both came hard, your vision becoming blurry as Mingi's pace stuttered, his cock plowing into you before he filled you, his eyes closing before he rushed down to suck and lick on your tits, leaving hickies behind as he moaned and panted against you. You held him close as you both panted, Mingi soon landing on the bed right against you as you both tried to calm down. Your eyes were closed as Mingi kissed your shoulder, his hand moving your face to his as he kissed you, his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

You rested against the bed as Mingi got up, blinking still as his vision returned, stumbling to grab both you and him a water bottle before he went back over to you, his phone also in his hand. He opened your bottle, handing it to you before he said "I'll turn the water on for you, baby, just lay there."

You nodded, resting with the cold water bottle while Mingi went into the bathroom, turning on the water for you and him to bathe. He sat down against the side of the tub, taking a sip of his water as he unlocked his phone, his eyes zeroing in on a text from Yeosang.

Yeosang: If you and her ever want an audience or more, I'd be more than happy to do so again.

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winwintea · 12 days

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dreamies as your disney world boyfriend

pairing ▸ boyfriend!dreamies x reader author's note ▸ i am working on the SERIES I PROMISE GUYS... it's just quite long... oops. i needed to channel my inner disney for inspiration for this sorry. the prompt seemed to make more sense in my head so i guess it's just, 'dreamies at disney' now lol. ALSO SOME DISNEY TERMINOLOGY in there i apologize. should make sense but if it's confusing ask me lmfaooo

mark lee

photographer boyfriend obviously

doesn’t even complain about how many photos you want to take

is actually dying inside but hides it away with dad jokes to cope with the pain

“it’s not even noon yet and dis-knees are killing me bro”

will only complain about the heat

“It’s like we’re on the surface on the sun dude… like satan’s armpit. that’s crazzzzyy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh

but then he just KEPT GOING

“it’s like we’re in the inside of a mouth… there are things sticking to things that-”

and you cut him off right there.

can’t help the fact that bro is a D1 yapper.

will not wear mickey ears though no matter how much you beg him to :(

favorite ride: slinky dog dash

least favorite ride: dumbo

huang renjun

the boyfriend that actually disney bounds with you

so y’all are disney bounding as nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia (renjun’s idea)

chenle took him to shanghai disney once, so he’s a big fan of duffy and friends

oh how disappointed he was when he realized that the mascots don’t exist in WDW

“preferred parking? i would prefer parking to be free, thank you very much.”

mood is very sour upon entering

“i know you’re cold but i did tell you to bring a jacket.” rude.

however once you two start collecting your first character signature he’s locked in

somehow more excited to meet the characters than the kids are? (ur 24. reality check!)

he gets more into it as the day goes on

YOU BET HE’S WEARING THE MICKEY EARS.

although he already had fox ears on to begin with anyways

favorite ride: mickey & minnie’s runaway railway

least favorite ride: seven dwarfs mine train (it was too short)

lee jeno

foodie boyfriend

wants a turkey leg like really badly

“that guy has a turkey leg… sir- um sir- where did you get that turkey leg”

you have to bribe this man with food.

which honestly is okay by you because you just wanna take photos of the food.

"yknow with this ride being 50 years old, you'd think they could've made the boats a little bigger. have to man spread now"

whatever you’re thinking of, that’s literally not what he meant.

he’s an innocent lil guy. (seriously, it just came out wrong.)

holds ur hand on all rides.

let’s you grab onto his muscles arms while you are nervous on the thrill rides

no mickey ears though. (it’s the bow that always throws them off)

favorite ride: rise of the resistance

least favorite ride: teacups

lee haechan

out of pocket boyfriend who will not stfu

“bambi’s the only movie i really couldn’t watch… i could not be as strong as bambi”

after you give him the, “wtf” look he just continues. on.

“cause if my mom died well… there goes my friend group.”

will randomly start singing disney songs in the middle of waiting for a ride.

in those show/ride/attractions he’s the only one clapping and screaming.

especially true for the beauty and the beast sing-a-long attraction, cause yknow he’s gonna scream his lungs out.

yeah he’ll wear mickey ears, but you bought him a goofy hat instead. It was more fitting.

“can’t believe disney made a character after me… should i sue?”

also complains a lot. way too much.

“EPCOT? more like every person comes out tired.”

favorite ride: pirates of the caribbean (he kept making a booty joke over and over again)

least favorite ride: toy story midway mania (bc he lost)

na jaemin

hardcore boyfriend photographer (pt 2) + ‘mom’ boyfriend

man knows all your best angles and where to take photos

“picture, picture over here… yes yes right… in front of the castle angel. oh that’s so pretty… in… in… down… up… okay! smile!”

you two spend like half the day taking photos, jaemin needs to show off his gf ofc.

cares for you the whole entire day, makes sure you drink enough water

aggressively refills your waterbottles every second he gets.

“when it doubt, chug it out! (cue jaemin chugging his own bottle)

he unfortunately will not wear mickey ears. (jaemin i believed in you.)

he’s not the one being taken photos of, so no mickey ears for him.

“princess i don’t wanna hear it. the humidity is good for you. this is like nature’s pore declogging.”

favorite ride: frozen ever after

least favorite ride: none (bc he did everything with u <3)

zhong chenle

in between buying you everything and calling everything too expensive boyfriend

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET A MEMBERSHIP WITH CLUB 33.

this man pulls you into that sus green building on main street, and your jaw drops.

club 33, is an exclusive, membership only restaurant at disney. it’s like an elite society filled with rich upper class, but at disney. (never been inside not sure how to describe it but oh boy is membership expensive.) the waitlist got so long in 2007, they closed it for 5 years. look it up on wikipedia disney lore goes hard

“i just asked a couple of friends, and they recommended me this place.” boy.

you’re panicking because you’re severely underdressed. (you’re in a jessie costume.)

he reassures you, since you’re at disney, and being dressed like this is normal.

once u have one of the most expensive meals of ur life, chenle drags u to every single thrill ride.

he also buys you a balloon and a bubble wand <3

but for some reason when you arrive at the gift shop he realizes he’s spent a lot.

“okay enough gift shop. look away from the gift shop. this vacation already has us in poverty.”

AND BRO ACTS LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TRIP IM NOT KIDDING.

he’ll buy you a nice meal at one of the restaurants and then…

“we’re not getting churros they’re 5 dollars.”

no mickey ears either why do you even ask

“next time i’ll take u to shanghai, it’s better okay?”

favorite ride: tower of terror

least favorite ride: it’s a small world after all

park jisung

anti-disney everything boyfriend

gets frustrated at everything. cannot read the map.

when he goes on small world…

he severely questions his mental sanity. like actually guys i think he needs help.

“this ride is for kids.”

the ride in question: the barnstormer! a 40 second kiddie roller coaster that has top speeds of up to 25mph!

literally jisung’s 13 reason.

he was screaming his little heart out poor baby.

“I’m not wearing those. Stop.” you do not stop. “Take these off of me right now.”

he wears the ears for half of the day though so a win is a win.

“we’re going to the other park? we’re not going home? there’s 3 more??????”

favorite ride: none

least favorite ride: all

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astermath · 11 months

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the harrington way･ﾟ☆

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve won’t stop distracting you from studying for your midterms. to soothe your frustrations he uses his own, supposedly more effective way of quizzing you.

word count: 3.1K

tags: kinda mean!steve, reader is in college, established relationship, oral (f receiving), a bit of a breeding kink lol, reader is a bit of a brat, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it guys) minors dni!

notes: inspired by this ask that @stevenose wrote out for me, tysm for the inspo <3 i'm a history major so I sprinkled some history trivia in there lol

please let me know what you think!

Midterms had been positively kicking your ass. You’d been working harder than the devil, spending half your time awake in the library or at your desk, stressed out of your mind. And your boyfriend was well aware of this too.

He’d tried countless times to coax you out of your room for a date, even just to go get dinner, but to no avail. You felt bad, of course, you didn’t want your relationship to suffer under the circumstances of your education. But college is a privilege, your parents both worked very hard to help you achieve your dreams, and you weren’t about to let them down.

So, you’d compromised. You let him stay in your room while you went over your last chapters for premodern history. It was supposed to only be an hour before you’d finish up and the two of you could watch a movie, but the words weren’t sticking in your mind whatsoever. Maybe you’d overworked yourself, your stress levels way beyond anything anyone could consider healthy, but you were determined to keep trying.

You groan, flipping your glasses up to rest on your head while you rub your face. The sound made Steve rise from your bed to his feet, popping up behind you.

“You ‘kay sweetie?” His large hands settle onto your shoulders, concern only growing when he feels how tense they are.

“No,” you lean your head back, and you could see his brows furrow worriedly at the sight of your eye bags, “I’m going to explode if I have to read about another another dynasty…”

“Well, don’t,” he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “I prefer to have you in one piece.”

“And I love you Stevie,” you lean back forward, hunched over the dozens of papers on your desk, “but I prefer to pass this course. I seriously cannot retake this.”

He sighs, hands gripping a little tighter at the taut muscles of your shoulders. It was like you were an elastic band, stretched so thin you could snap any moment. You were grumpy, and it wasn’t your fault, he knew that, but he missed spending time with you. He’s not used to spending this much time apart, even if it for the sake of your studies.

“Come on,” his thumbs press into your shoulder blades, “let me help you out a little, at least.” He starts making circular motions, and you bite your lip to suppress a groan at the contact. “Let Steve’s magical hands to their thing.”

You could just hear the smirk in his tone, but there was no possible way you could be relaxing when you hadn’t even properly revised yet. “Steve, I—“ you interrupt yourself with an accidental whine from his impromptu massage. “I can’t relax right now, I haven’t even used my flash cards yet.”

His eyes flit to the pastel cards placed on your nightstand. Clearly you’d been revising a lot before bed, which wasn’t exactly helping your sleeping schedule either.

“I can help with those.”

“You?” You lean your head back again, expecting a joking grin, but instead being met with a genuine smile. Steve wasn’t exactly what one would call an academic weapon, but you’d be rude not to let him try and help at least. “Hmm… Fine, I don‘t see why not."

He gently brings you up off your desk chair, unable to keep his hands off you now that he's started. His strong arms wrap around your waist, and he senses your hesitation at first. "If I'm gonna quiz you, ya gotta loosen up a little honey," he leans his head down slightly, "plus, I'm gonna quiz you my way."

"Your way huh?" You decide to take his bait. Though he isn’t in college like you, and he never really scored too well in high school, you were intrigued nonetheless. And you weren’t immune to your boyfriend, after all. You were bound to cave to his advances eventually.

"Yeah," his lips ghost over yours, "the Harrington way."

"Alright," you grin, "color me intrigued."

He takes that as his cue to close the distance between you two and press his lips to yours. Usually he'd start off slow, ease you into it, but truth be told, Steve had been deprived of your affection for long enough. The kiss is a lot more passionate than usual, teeth clashing slightly as his tongue slips into your mouth, eliciting a soft whimper from you.

You stumble backwards onto the bed with him on top of you, albeit less by accident and more as an advance. His hips settle between your thighs, and you could feel the reason for his urgency pressing against your heat. Even through a layer of underwear and tight jeans, the shape of him was so clear to you.

"Steeeeve..." You whine, transitioning into a giggle as you drag out his name. His lips move to your neck, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your sensitive skin. "This all-- fuck-- part of your technique?"

You could feel him smile into the crook of your neck, hands slipping under your shirt, nudging it up.

"Yep, just let me do my thing baby... All part of the plan..."

At this point it was nearly impossible to deny Steve anything. Not just because you felt bad for your distance as of lately, but because your mind tended to go blank with his hands on you like this. You'd already succumbed to his touch, too late to turn back to your desk now.

Your shirt was discarded onto the carpeted floor, his own following soon after. He works on unhooking your bra while leaving feverish kisses all over your chest, nipping every now and then. His breath hitches when it’s discarded, and he’s met with the sight of your bare breasts. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen your tits, he'd never get tired of it. Ever.

He wastes no time in latching onto your nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers. His tongue kitten licked over the sensitive bud, hazel eyes peering up at your expression, which was growing increasingly desperate.

His lips drag over your skin, leaving tingles in their wake as he moved over your stomach. He halts when he reaches the waistband of your shorts, eyes flicking up at you for a moment before he started scattering teasing kisses right above the hem.

"Stevie..." You sigh his nickname, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you could watch him. You knew he was teasing you, lips remaining so close yet so distant from where you needed them to be.

"Impatient?" He questions, hands coming up to settle on your hips, thumbs skirting just over the edge of your bottoms.

"Look who's talking..." You scoff, the cockiness in your voice disappearing as soon as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. "O-Okay, jesus, quit... Quit teasing baby--"

He refrains from rolling his eyes at your attitude, knowing you were quite pent up yourself. You'd usually never go this long without fucking, so he understood the sexual frustration. Luckily, that was his exact field of expertise.

He hooks his fingers around your shorts, and you take his hint to lift your hips to help him pull them off, along with your panties, joining the rest of your clothes scattered on the floor. He smiles at the sight of your slick coating your folds so beautifully, proof of just how worked up he'd gotten you by just kissing you and touching you a little.

"Fuck, you're soaked baby," he leans down onto the bed, arms hooking around your thighs and pulling your heat closer to his face. He runs a teasing finger up and down your slit, coating it in your juices. "Jesus, she's just begging for me, isn't she?"

Your hips buck at his dirty words, whining softly. You’re so close to just grabbing his hair and grinding against his face, but you know the payoff to his teasing would be worth it in the end.

He leans down and licks up your cunt, stilling at your clit, flicking his tongue over it a few times. His brown eyes peer up at you, watching you lose your composure over just the faintest of touches. He adores watching you become undone for him like this, melt underneath his touch, loosen yourself up a little.

He continues working on your needy clit, groans sending vibrations through your core that make you grip the sheets beneath you. If your mind wasn't so hazed with what he was doing to you, you might have noticed the hand coming down to his pants, palming himself. He tended to get off on your arousal like that, your moans and whines only spurring him on further.

"Sh-Shit-- Stevie!" You cry out his name, fingers gripping his chocolate locks when his lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You weren't going to last much longer, and he could tell with the way you were bucking your hips into him.

He wanted to ask you if you were close, in that teasing, cocky voice he knew you secretly loved, but he’d rather die than tear his lips away from your cunt at that moment. So he just kept going, tongue lapping away at your sweet juices, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the sound of your moans.

The coil in your lower stomach snaps, and you moan his name loudly as your orgasm crashes through your body. Your fingers pull at his locks, earning a groan from him as your vision goes white with pleasure. You continue to ride out your orgasm against his face, whimpers falling from your lips with every roll of your hips.

Steve, a bit reluctantly, pulls away from your core, catching his breath. He looks so beautiful, lips swollen and pink, lower face just covered in your slick, hair all messy from your the firm grip you had on it.

He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand, grinning at your fucked out expression. “You ‘kay honey?”

You nod, a sweet, dazed smile adorning your face in response. “Yeah… Not quite done with you yet though.”

He smirks, sitting up to undo his belt, eyes not leaving yours for even a second. “Good,” he continues to pull off his jeans and boxers, “because that was only the first step of the Harrington way.”

You roll your eyes, almost having forgotten about the fact that he was supposed to be quizzing you. “You serious?”

He replies by leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Do I look like I want my girl to be failing college?”

You nibble on your bottom lip, shaking your head slowly. You can feel his cock rub against your thigh, and the contact alone is sending tingles of pleasure through your body.

“Good.” He wraps his arms around your waist, almost manhandling you on top of him. You squeal from the sudden change of positions, giggling from the spontaneity of it all.

You’re already reaching down for his cock, ready to line yourself up with him and slide down so painstakingly slow like you usually would. But he grabs your wrist before you get a chance to, and the expression on his face is a lot more stern than the one you saw just moments ago.

“I’m serious about this, so you gotta be too, okay?”

“Yeah, I am, god, just— I need you inside me Steve, like right now.”

“I know sweetie, and you can, if…” He reaches for the flash cards on your desk, picking out a random one and reading over the question. “You can tell me who was widely credited with publishing the first ever printed Bible.”

You whine out of frustration, trying to think back at all of the subject matter you’d crammed into your head the past few weeks. “Shit, baby, you’re kinda putting me on the spot here…”

“C’mon,” his hand reaches down to grab his cock, running the head over your folds and gathering your slick onto him, “think sweetie, you got this.”

You bite your lip, resisting the temptation to force your hips down onto him. You peer down at him, his eyes meeting yours in an expectant gaze. “I-I, uhm… Gutenberg, it was— it was Gutenberg.”

“Good girl,” he coos, and finally pushes up his hips to slide inside you.

“Fuck!” You moan out, louder than usual. You suddenly realize your dormmates are in for quite the treat that night.

You try to move your hips, but his right hand on your hip stops you from doing so. Even with you on top of him, he’s still in full control of you, it was honestly pretty impressive.

He fucks into you at a slow, lazy pace, feet planted flatly onto the mattress to ground himself. His cock drags deliciously over your walls, and you can feel every curve and ridge of him inside you like this.

You whimper when he stills his hips, already opening your mouth to protest before he interrupts you by holding up a finger and taking out another flash card. “I’ll continue if you can tell me when Queen Elizabeth I reigned.”

“W-What… I don’t— I don‘t know, uhm…” You’d never taken the expression “fucked stupid” seriously, up until that point. He was being so mean, so teasing, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't loving it. Maybe this was his payback for being away from him for this long.

"Don't tell me I've already fucked the answers outta you," he smirks, and it makes you whine, clenching down onto his cock. You liked this side of him, so mean, even if you knew he was just going to shower you with kisses and praise after.

"N-No, I--" you furrowed your brows, "uhm... 1558... t-to..." you could feel his cock twitch inside you, and it almost makes you lose your train of thought, "1603, I think-- fuck!"

He wastes no time in driving himself deeper inside you, your treat for answering correctly.

"So smart, look at you-- shit-- my little academic..." He coos, hand coming down so his thumb could play with your clit. You begin moving your hips to meet his halfway, the obscene, almost pornographic sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room.

You almost didn't notice that he'd grabbed another card, too busy chasing your orgasm now that he was finally giving you something more to work with.

"When did Luther post the 95 Theses--"

"1517!" you cry out, hands coming down to rest over his hairy chest, supporting yourself as you worked your hips over his throbbing cock.

He looks up at you, trying to keep his own composure, but it's getting harder by the second. You look so beautiful, tits bouncing, lips parted as his name falls from them after every other whimper and moan. He's doing his best to keep up his strict tutor persona, but he feels his own orgasm creeping closer by the second, not being able to stop his hips from rutting into you.

"A-Alright--" He almost drops the stack of cards on the floor, trying to grab a random one as he reads it aloud, "Which scientist-- fuck-- f-formulated the laws of... of planetary motion-- holy shit baby--" his brown eyes find yours again, unable to hold back the continuous groans and whimpers you're earning from him.

You feel that familiar heat building up in your stomach, your thighs burning from making you bounce over his cock the entire time, but you ignore the strain it has on your body. All you want to do now is cum, feel him fill you up to the brim until it's leaking out of you.

He can tell you're not even thinking about the answer, so, although a bit reluctantly, he starts to slow down. You open your eyes, looking down at him with a pleading gaze. You're about to start sobbing, tears already watering up your vision as you bite your lip. "I-I-- Uhm, fuck, Stevie, I--"

"Come on," He taps your ass lightly to encourage you, "that pretty mind's gotta be good for somethin', think, baby."

A stray tear rolls over your cheek, thoughts of everything you'd been studying running rampant. Your eyes widen, and in a sort of eureka moment, you yell out a name. "Kepler! I-It was Kepler!"

"That's my girl," he groans out, throwing the card besides him and reaching out to fully envelop you in his arms. He starts to piston himself into you at a pace your hips couldn't possibly keep up with, instead holding onto him as tight as you could, moaning his name over and over into the crook of his neck.

"'M gonna cum," you manage to mumble between your pleas, thighs starting to tremble.

"Me too baby, gonna fill you up so good-- shit-- gonna give you your reward-- fuuuck!" He groans loudly, pulling you flush to his chest as he paints your walls in his sticky warm cum.

You follow right after, clenching down on him and milking his cock for every last drop, your body going limp against his from pure exhaustion. Your orgasm ripples through you, the aftermath rendering you completely fucked out, but blessed with the euphoria of your release.

The two of you continue to lay there for a bit longer, catching your breath and enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Eventually, Steve pulls out, and you sigh at the emptiness without him inside you. You feel some of his cum dripping onto your thigh, making a mental note to ask for a shower together later. In a moment, at least. When you'd regained your ability to walk.

You pull away from his neck to look at your boyfriend, who seems to be pretty satisfied with himself. "You did so well sweetie," he leans up to press a gentle kiss on your lips, "you're totally gonna ace that exam."

You'd almost forgotten you had an exam the day after, but surprisingly enough, you weren't that stressed. If you could come up with the answers while he was pounding into you, you could write them down in a lecture hall no problem.

"I'm pretty fond of studying the Harrington way, actually," you smile, reaching out to brush some stray brown locks away from his face.

"Really? Huh," he doesn't mention the fact that he didn't even look at the answer the last time. He was way too eager to make you cum, and besides, you're a smart girl. You're going to ace that exam either way. "Well, if you want," he glances at the clock on your nightstand, "I think we have time for another round of revising."

"Hm..." You pretend to mull it over, "in the shower?"

"In the shower."

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satocidal · 8 months

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hi I hope you’ve been doing well <3 could you possibly write Gojo making female reader! cry during s^x and her using her safeword? basically the aftermath of that as well. tysm 🫶🫶

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳“Careful There!” — Gojo Satoru

Synopsis:- You should’ve known better than to tease him—I mean, I don’t blame you but I don’t blame him either; so now you’re all tied up for him, and his pleasure alone. He’ll push you right over the edge—slowly, but just as carefully, he’ll bring you back too.

— word count: 2.6k

— An: Heavily, like heavily inspired from this thing I heard once💀 I mean, yk. I can’t even find it now but like core memory lmao. And also because mean Gojo is an all time favourite of mine so- sorry not sorry. Hope you like it Anon baby<3 also like it’s very stretched out and the build up is sort of a lot? The main shit is at the end so lol💀

— Tw: !MDNI!AFAB!Reader; Porn without much plot; degradation (reader gets called whore, slut, etc); implied sub-dom dynamic; impact play (like three(?) pussy slaps; spanking); hair pulling; praise; use of safe-word; Mean Gojo+ Soft Gojo; mentions of filming/pornography; mentions of Nanami; All characters are of age; use of sex toys; crying (reader cries; use age of “sir” when referring to gojo; feminine nicknames used.

You knew you shouldn’t have, you knew it everytime and yet no amount of warnings would ever be enough for you to learn- would it?

That’s how he saw it, he loved it, oh Satoru loved it oh, so much, perhaps beyond compare, when you went out of your way to tease him —but sometimes, just sometimes you got out of hands. That gentle teasing wasn’t gentle— the dirty little whispers were all too loud, the back talk was entirely rude and his reputation was often ruined.

Satoru barely cared though, most of the time, he didn’t at all for you were all that mattered to him and he, to you.

But there’s only so much a man of his temperament can take, only so much even the strongest can endure—especially if you go out, a smirk plastered on your face as you wear the smallest- skimpiest piece of clothing in your closet—the one he bought for you and then ignore him all day while you chatted away with his colleagues—With Nanami.

Arms pressed together in front of you, you bent a little too well—cleavage so deliciously evident, Satoru watched you then, an amused smirk adoring his lips—you continued making aimless conversation with the younger blonde, loving just the effect you had on him—loving just how uneasy you were able to make him with a small pout of your glossed lips and movement just to inch closer to him.

He watched still as you bounced away to seat yourself next to Kento during lunch, fingers playing with your hair as you batted your eyes at him—Satoru only watched.

He wouldn’t ever be described as a jealous man, after all, but cruel? That could find its way a couple of times.

So, He watched still as you got on your tip toes to kiss Kento’s cheek to greet him good-bye and he watched as you winked at random strangers in the street, aware all too well that with Satoru looking beside you, not a single soul would even dare to walk your way.

But then he watched still as you whimpered, his fingers grasping your hips a little too roughly- a bruise sure to be found the next morning while he lead you through the street to his house—he watched pleasantly still as your face contorted, another whimper ready to befall your mouth as he pushed you onto the couch.

“Bend,” his voice, a command and you knew everything that was coming.

There is a time for everything and you had gained experience enough to realise that being a brat was not the perfect time when Satoru lost his smile around you—and yet, a brat remains a brat.

You grinned and you raise a brow—“No,” your lips spelled out—and that was quite literally all it took before his massive form towered on you, eyes a tad bit darker than the usual.

His brows raised now— “We can do it my way or your way,” his voice was stable, “just know that neither is going to be easy for you.”

A lip bite, eyes averted- he watched patiently as he’d done all day—and a moment later you found yourself bending over the arm rest.

“The silly brain of yours is actually working Hm?” It was rhetoric, but obvious and yet you had fought each urge of yours to mutter a “more capable than yours.”

The issue lay with the fact that you fought and fought and lost, finally muttering it a second later with a grin on your face—Satoru loved it.

No words escaped him this time, rough hands working fast to push your head deep into the couch, raising your hips to get better access—spreading your legs to shame you a little too much.

“Tell me,” he mused, smirk all too evident, “if I inspect your pussy right now—will i find it wet?”

You had also learnt over the years of dating him that there was no right answer to this question—not even silence.

“No,” you lied instantly, curious to where that would lead you—he hummed, fingers just then prodding deep at your panties—soaked.

Squelch!- the room was so quiet, the sound so prominent, Satoru couldn’t help but smile wide—“Let me rephrase, how soaked would it be?”

Your face burned at that instant, eyes shying away to even look up at his shadow—“He got you wet doll?” His voice deep- fingers teasing your entrance through the material of your wet panties, “You’re so easy as to get this wet by him? And he didn’t even reciprocate your advances baby,” his words were mean, fingers meaner in the way they avoided your clit- in the way they avoided touching you just how you wanted.

“It’s not fair is it?” You could feel him squat down—face right at your panty-clad pussy, breath hot, teasing—“you tried so hard, he probably wanted to fuck you there on the table when you bounced your tits for him—” his other hand just then grasped your thigh, spreading you all the more for him—“but yaknow’,” his fingers landed a quick slap on your cunt—“I’m generous right? Maybe I should film you tonight yeah? Make the prettiest little videos and share it to him—oh, why just him? I could show my pretty whore around to everyone,”—another slap—“That’s what she likes right?”

He couldn’t see you, sure, but he knew you all too well, he knew your teeth were clamping down hard on your lips, your tight little hole clenching and moans begging to be let out.

You heard him hum again, “I don’t think you can take me tonight doll,” your eyes widened—“Toru’ please!” Another slap—sharper.

You let out a groan—“I’m sorry sir,” you instantly mumbled, “Please please please, I can take you, gonna take you so well—wanna be your-”

“-Fuck toy?” He interrupted your rambling, “Wanna be my plaything? My pet?”

You nodded immediately, then and there—any and every ounce of shame having left already—“Beg,” he got up from behind you—walking painfully slow as he admired the view of your upturned ass—“Beg just like I’ve taught my pretty slut.”

And that was your cue, body lifting off the arm rest, not even daring to pull down that tight fabric of your skirt to compose yourself—just falling on your knees instantly—Satoru manspreads all the time, an invitation to do the obvious—but you just find it 10 times hotter when he’s mad at you.

You crawled in between his legs—hands reaching up to undo his pant—to beg properly—your fingers fumbled around the button when—“Did i say you could do that?” His voice was sharp, condescending.

Your eyes widened, hands retracing their path immediately—“Sorry sir,” you muttered under your breath—he sighed.

“You’re never gonna learn, are you? Never gonna realise your place Hm?” He leaned towards you, fingers gripping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together—“Whores are dumb right? You’re a dumb whore right?” You couldn’t help but nod helplessly, eyes boring into him.

He chuckled at that, faux—“Do it, like I’ve taught you to,” every word was punctuated by his foot judging your thighs, “Yes sir,” your whimpered.

And just like that, you found yourself raising yourself just close enough his clothed crotch, Palms rubbing at his hard-on, “Use yourself in the right manner,” you heard him say and you sighed, it would in fact prove to be a long night.

Your face found itself moving close to his crotch, his musky scent registering inside you well, a scent you loved—all together, you could feel his fingers grip your hair gently, pressing your face roughly at his crotch. You couldn’t help but gag- your body itself trying to back off as your nose filled in with his scent, and it got harder to breathe.

You heard him ‘tsk’ at your attempt and his hand pulled your head roughly away from him—“What have I told you doll?” He sounded like a disappointed guardian with his tone, “You can gag all you want, cry too, but never back away yeah?”

You nodded, remembering his instructions well, “Sorry,” you muttered and he shook his head- “Let’s do it again yeah?”

His voice was so gentle, so opposed to how he was in the moment as he bucked his hips into your face, tears lining your eyes as you did your best to keep your face pressed to his crotch.

“Good slut,” he finally muttered, as he let you back away slowly, “This what you wanted to do to him yeah?”

“No,” you shook your head quick, “Never.”

He scoffed—“get up,” he prompted- watching lazily as you scampered around him, “To the bed and I wanted you naked and in position,” it wasn’t anything new- you’d heard him say it all the time but just the way this time he didn’t smile, just the way it wasn’t a text either, just something about everything told you that it would be a different night.

———

Your teeth bit down on your lips hard—the pressure building on your cunt slowly, ever so slowly, it ached.

“Toru’” you whined—a sharp sting—your head tilted to the side while your cheek beared redness form his slap, face scrunching in pain.

“Sorry,” you mumbled—voice barely audible—you lay there on all fours, naked, ass raised in all its glory—red and marked with his handprints—his.

“And I dared to think I've taught you better doll,” his teeth were gritted, jaw clenched as his hands pumped his own cock slowly—savouring your sight.

“Such a needy cumslut you've proved to be hm? Just begging for attention— can't even take my name right,” another sharp slapped he landed, grabbing and squeezing your ass roughly—“so wet and messy when I haven’t even used my damn cock,”

You could only groan as the slow buzz of the vibrator in your cunt increased.

“Sir please,” you begged, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease wanna cum so bad I’m so close,” all falling to deaf ears as he did nothing but squeeze your ass.

No words—before you could even realise what was happening you felt his fingers spreading your folds—so pink and puffy and pretty, he sighed at the sight.

Your shame and embarrassment only grew as he got close, nostrils inhaling your scent and he spat on your slit—“Don’t even need it, do you?” He voiced our loud—“Greedy little slut.”

You couldn’t help but let out a high pitched gasp the moment his tongue contacted with your clit right after his words—your back arched, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks as you tried holding onto your release.

“Gonna cum sir—please,” your voice was shaky now, the feeling was overwhelming, and you knew you were approaching your limit.

But not yet- you could take more, right? And so Satoru continued, tongue lapping onto every last corner of your folds—the vibrator long forgotten and removed.

“You cum tonight without my permission and this whorehole of a pussy you’ve got will not milk me anytime soon yeah princess?” He’d pulled you up now, closer—sweat and tension heavy in the air as he grasped onto your throat and pressed your back to his chest.

You wanted to shout no, you wanted to say you’d be his good girl but in the way his fingers bullied your pussy—his cock had not even touched you yet—the angry tip leaking Precum—in these ways you could only babble.

Soft moans and whispers of his name leaving your mouth, head almost empty of all thoughts.

He didn’t seem to notice yet—not for a while, you already had shifted though, slowly losing control over your body.

“Turn,” he prompted—you complied accordingly, dying to be validated, dying to hear him call you his good girl.

He pushed you into your back instantly—your eyes were still puffy, tears and drool marking your face—“such a needy, filthy one you are huh?” His voice was meaner now—your eyes, dazed.

“I could replace you, you know,” in an instant—too mean—what did he mean? Your thoughts spring fast—replace you?

“I’d have a million people lining up you know, far fucking better at this,” tears lined your eyes again, not of pleasure or pain this time—hurt.

Your thoughts ran wild—had you been that rude to him? You wondered as much as your tiny fucked out mind could manage—was he really angry at you?

“No,” you whimpered—his cock lined up at your entrance finally—and just as you were getting what you’d care we all day, you didn’t want it.

Not anymore.

But you hadn’t said it yet- not your safe word—Satoru continued, his vok pushing deep into you.

Your eyes rolled back, fingers clutching onto the bed sheets beneath you as you but your lip—“Toru!—Fuck, s’much, wait,” your pleas seemed empty, hollow.

He thrusted in again, deep—almost pulling out before coating his cock with your slick and pushing in deeper—you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Red!” You screamed—his eyes widened, pulling out of you instantly, guilt all too evident.

Silence crept in slowly, for a good minute only the buzz of the forgotten vibrator sounded in the room.

Satoru held your form close, palms sweaty and clammy, the scent of sex heavy in the air—“You alright doll?”

You shook your head, his heart sank.

“Shit,” he began, “I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t notice-”

“-would you actually replace me?” Your voice was small—eyes wide as you gazed up at him.

His brows furrowed as he looked down at you—“what?”

Confused—until it came crashing down—“Of course not princess,” he smiled, hands stroking your hair, “You’re my only one you know that right? Only one.”

His voice was firm—eyes scanning for any bruises that may make you uncomfortable as he kissed your forehead—“Anything I say during sex is highly superficial ok?”

You nodded—he chuckled, “I’m sorry,” he paused, “did I get too rude? Mean? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head again, earnestly, “You couldn’t,” he smiled, “sorry,” he mumbled again, softer against your skin.

“S’fine,” you mumbled back—“let me get you cleaned up?” His eyes gazed at you—“unless you wanna…?” A mischievous smile played at his lips—“still haven’t given my princess her climax, have I?”

You giggled—you loved him.

“I’ll take that as a yes alright?” He giggled this time as he fared his hand through your hair, “you’re the prettiest and the best girl you know?”

You smiled, so did he.

“And I’m so proud of you too,” he continued, laying you with your back on the bed, “Such a brave little doll yeah? My doll.”

And let’s just say if he didn’t get you to cum instantly on his fingers, with all that praise you’d have done it anyways.

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Jawline of a God [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A one-shot about Loki's hot bone structure. That's it. Inspired by THIS (#sexualapocalypsesociety represent) Warnings: Extreme Loki thirst. Graphic descriptions of bone structure. Some sexual imagery/references to smut. Language. A/N: I can only hope I do them justice🙏Never say I don't follow through lol. W/C 1.2k

Loki sat across the wide table from you, perfectly poised. His hair was tied back today, loosely gathered in a messy ponytail. It made you want to rip his shirt off in the middle of Roger’s 7am briefing. I wonder what would happen if I did, you thought. I wonder if he’d like that. His eyes flickered towards you. You tilted your head, unsubtly inspecting the photographs hanging behind him on the wall. As Rogers rumbled on at the front of the room, Loki cleared his throat gently. Your eyes were unavoidably drawn back to him, waiting quietly with a knowing smirk on his face. He brought two fists up to his chest, spreading his bent arms in a tight stretch before pressing his hands together. The force of his biceps strained through the tight cotton encasing them. He winked. What a dick, you thought, rolling your eyes. He totally thought I was checking him out. How rude.

You tried to focus on the slides Steve somehow managed to fill every single night in preparation for his interminable morning meetings. Without even realising you were doing it, you were suddenly looking at Loki again. He was facing the front now, concentrating. That made a change. His brow was furrowed, listening to whatever it was Steve was actually talking about. What was it? You couldn’t remember. Loki’s jawline in profile was more poetic than exquisitely carved marble. Bernini himself could not create such a thing of beauty. The way the straight edge rocked sharply upwards at the angle below his ear like a calligrapher's stroke. Strands of dark hair hung around the border, teasingly brushing against the pale skin of his elegant neck, luminescent in the morning light. If you ever found Loki Laufeyson in your bed, you would spend an awful lot of time kissing that neck, working your way to that sinful jawline, up those razor-sharp cheekbones. Taking your time. Biting gently as he groaned beneath you. You knew his skin would be soft as fuck. You just knew it. Loki wet his lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out in an absent-minded lick. You felt wetness beginning to gather in your panties as you imagined how perfectly the curve of his face would fit nestled in your neck, grunting against your skin. You would make him hiss with need as you rode him mercilessly, enjoying every primal noise accompanied by a clench of that powerful jaw. He would slot into the crevices of your shoulder like a hand in a leather glove, moaning unintelligibly into your hair while slotting another equally perfect part of himself deep within. Leather. Why did you have to think about leather. Loki swallowed; chin slightly raised. An inexplicably arousing muscle at the side of his face flexed with a gentle bob as your stomach followed the motion of his Adam's apple. Like going over a hill in the back of a car. Suddenly you felt very hot. Loki smiled at something. his dimples flashing as the skin across his taunt jaw tightened. He flexed his neck forward, humming agreement at a well-made point, probably. It was all just white noise. Jesus Christ. You couldn’t look away. Thoughts of his face buried between your thighs. The stamina of that muscled jaw. The flash of that apocalyptic bone structure smeared with your arousal coming into view from between your legs to simply tilt and ask “I trust my services are to your satisfaction, Agent…”

You re-adjusted in your seat, the damp situation between your legs now fully beyond the point of saving.

You shouldn’t be having these thoughts right now. I’m pretty sure someone here can read minds. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember who.

Loki’s head subtly angled toward you, making you squeeze your thighs together under the table. You felt your eyebrows twitch as you fought to contain a whine of need under his smouldering stare. How is he so fucking hot, this shouldn’t be allowed, it's indecent you thought fruitlessly as a smile curled imperceptibly at one side of his mouth. You wondered if he threw his head back during sex. The image of that strong chin upended in pleasure towards the ceiling as he took you relentlessly was too much. What was his favourite position? He seemed like a doggy-style kind of guy, which would be a shame...you wouldn’t be able to see his face. But still. Small wins. You needed to focus. Focus. You scribbled nonsense on your notepad, eyes fluttering hopelessly upwards every few seconds. Loki sucked in his cheeks thoughtfully, the sharp peaks of his cheekbones striking your perverted gaze like a slap. Dead, you thought. I’m dead. And this is hell. Your core was starting to ache, begging to be touched by his dexterous fingers, wrapped sinfully around a pen as he minded his own business. Your stare swept up the landscape of his cheekbones once more, tracing the lines your tongue would explore, imagining how they would look from above as you rode him. They were so tight. So sharp. Jesus. He brought an elbow to rest on the table, resting his thumb on his lips as his forefinger stroked the line of his jaw thoughtfully.

I’m going to expire, you thought. In a work meeting. And then when the paramedics get here and cut off my clothes like they do in movies, everyone will know that I overdosed from rampant arousal. Like an animal. Fuck. Laufeyson’s long finger played at the sharp angle, circling absent-mindedly against the skin beneath his ear. That’s where you would suck a bruising kiss, right in that soft virginal expanse below the masculine devastation of his jawline. The thought of his artery pumping beneath the skin, at the mercy of your needy mouth as you marked him was all you could see, all you could feel. You would kiss every inch of him. Every...legendary...inch. A loud smack of a binder on the table broke your fantasy, blinking into reality as those around you stood. You cleared your throat, taking one last longing look at the lines of Loki’s bone structure as he gathered his notes with an air of innate regality only he was able to accomplish. You stood, arranging your files; not noticing the approaching hand encircling your wrist until it clasped tightly. “It’s me.” Loki purred quietly above your shoulder. You could feel the tight muscles of his chest against your back as he released his soft grip on your skin. “...who can read minds.” he continued knowingly, as your eyes widened. Fuck. “Agent, really...” he growled playfully; his eyes narrowing, “this kind of flagrant objectification is so unlike you.” He circled in front as you fumbled with your bag, holding the door as your teammates traipsed past deep in oblivious conversation.

Loki cast a glance around the room, leaning forward just enough that you caught a hit of cologne wafting from his warm skin. The sight of his neck muscles flexing at the stretching motion almost made your knees buckle. Keep it together for fuck’s sake, you chided yourself as his eyes found you again, looking down with unconcealed amusement. “On the contrary, darling...I’m counting on quite the opposite” he murmured, drawing one of those long fingers across your cheek, brushing against your parted lips with a wink. “If this is the effect that such an inconsequential part of my anatomy such as my jawline has on you, darling- I cannot wait for you to experience the rest.” He leaned forwards. “I’ll let you into a little secret, shall I?” Loki whispered, as your breaths grew short. “Me kneeling. My partner, straddled on top for me to control their pleasure. That is my favourite position.” You swallowed, as he continued. “And yes, I do find myself throwing my head back when I am...overcome with passion. I do hope that’s alright.” he said casually, smirking. Words deserted you as you nodded dumbly. “Excellent” he purred, withdrawing from where he hovered. The sharp lines of his cheekbones flashed as he turned towards the door, the straight edge of his chin begging to be worshipped without shame. “Eight o’clock?” he postured cheerfully, pausing in the doorway, “I know a nice bar not far from here. And, Agent…?” Loki paused dramatically, raising an eyebrow as he watched you blinking mutely against the wall with your mouth hanging slightly open. “Try not to become too aroused by thoughts of my jawline in the meantime. I prefer my dates un-expired, preferably. It makes for more interesting conversation.” You took several deep breaths as you heard his footsteps depart, soft chuckles echoing in the empty hall.

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Win or Lose- Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/N: Hey guys, I'm new to this and just started writing lol. Advice is welcome!!

Summary: You're a Pogue and have been dating the Kook King for four months. At a party at Topper's, you find out your relationship isn't what you thought it was. (Inspired by the movie She's the One)

Words: 6,600+

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I sighed in content feeling the cool breeze on my face as I leaned on the balcony of Topper’s mansion. I looked down at the party below me, everyone dancing to some rap song. I was having a good time, but needed a breather from all of the Kooks. Most of them were nice enough, but I can only handle so much of their Daddy’s money this and Daddy’s money that before I’ve had enough. I’m a born and raised Pogue. I work two jobs to support my mom and younger brother, Spencer. She works hard and has a good heart, but good people can have issues too. When she has good months, she’s sober. When she starts drinking, she spirals. Stops going to work, the drinking is neverending, and I face the pressure of paying all of our bills.

In the mornings, I help deliver groceries with Pope for his dad. He was a few years younger than me in school, but is a nice enough kid. Starting in the afternoons, I waitress at the Country Club, which is where I met my boyfriend, Rafe. I knew the Kook King from high school, but we never really crossed paths until work. Especially since I never finished high school to start working. I served him and his friends one night. It was decently busy and they weren’t outwardly rude, but had me working extra hard. A lot of the older Kooks are pretty respectful if you do a good job, but they were very pretentious. I don’t expect much from people, but they had me running back and forth from the kitchen with ridiculous requests and racked up a $300 bill, leaving me with no tip. As the restaurant cleared out and I was finishing up my shift, Rafe appeared and walked straight towards me.

“Hey, uh, Y/N, right?” I nodded my head.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked.

“I just wanted to come back to give you this.” He said as he handed me some cash. “I’m sorry my friends were giving you a hard time and we didn’t leave you anything.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I started.

“I want to make sure a nice girl like you gets treated right.” He smiled at me as he turned around while I tried to find words.

“Um, thank you.” I managed to get out as he turned back and winked at me. I stood there frozen, wondering why Rafe was being so nice to me. I shook my head and put the cash in my pocket before I started my walk home.

When I got home, I emptied my pockets to count how much I made tonight. When I got to the cash Rafe gave me, I noticed a note folded inside. It said I think you’re cute. Let’s get dinner sometime. Written underneath was his phone number. I scoffed at first thinking this was some kind of joke. He was such an asshole in high school and thought he was so much better than everyone because of his father. What the hell could he want with me? But I thought about how he came back a couple hours after he had left and what he said to me. Maybe he changed? I set the note on my dresser and went to bed.

A few days had passed and I thought nothing of the note until my brother’s birthday. I had some money aside so us and our mom could go out to dinner. We went to the Carrera’s restaurant since it was his favorite, and I know he was hoping to run into Kiara, who he’s liked since the 3rd grade. The Carrera’s were close family friends, and after we finished eating they brought out a cake for my brother. We all sang Happy Birthday and started eating the cake. Spencer was talking to Kiara so I turned to my mom, who was talking to Mrs. Carerra. They were talking about how the business is going as I continued thinking about the note. We finished up eating and headed back home for the night.

As I was getting ready for bed, I saw Rafe’s note on my dresser again. I couldn’t decide if I should text him or not. I still thought there was something suspicious about it, but I thought about the Carrera’s. She was a Kook and he was a Pogue. Their relationship caused such a scandal back in the day, but they got married and opened the restaurant, making enough to be full Kook. Maybe Rafe was actually interested, he did come back after all. I grabbed my phone and sat on my bed contemplating if I should text him. I sighed. Fuck it, why not. If it’s terrible at least I get a free meal.

Y/N: Hey, it’s Y/N. Sorry I took so long to reach out, I just saw your note. If you’re still up for it, I’d be happy to get dinner sometime.

I waited 45 minutes and no response. I started to get nervous that I made a mistake, or maybe he wasn’t interested anymore. I laid on my bed, my thoughts spinning. Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

Rafe: Hey, Y/N! All good, are you free tomorrow night?

I smiled, I guess I could give this a chance.

Y/N: I have work until 8 if afterwards isn't too late?

Rafe: Sounds good, I’ll pick you up when you’re off :)

I liked his message and let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. Then, I could barely sleep. I was so nervous.

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Fast forward four months and here I am at Topper’s party. Rafe was a totally different person than I expected. He was better than any boyfriend I’ve ever had. He was so kind and I can’t stop laughing with him. He opened up to me about his issues with his dad and his battle with quitting drugs. I even helped him during his relapse. He drives me to work and picks me up everyday, usually going back to his place where I’ve unofficially moved into his bedroom. His dad was very skeptical of our relationship at first, but after he gave me a chance, he welcomed me into their family. It helped our case that his sister, Sarah, was also dating a Pogue named John B. She is such a sweetheart, but I don’t see her much since she hangs out with him and his friends 24/7. Wheezie is adorable, her and I got along instantly. Rafe wasn’t very close with her because she was so much younger, but we started bringing her along when we go to the movies or get ice cream. Being with Rafe felt like a dream, I had never been happier.

I heard footsteps approaching and I turned around, expecting Rafe to be walking up with our drinks he went to grab but instead faced Topper.

“Oh, hey Top.” I smiled and turned back around as he stood next to me on the balcony. Topper was okay, he wasn’t my favorite person but we got along well enough.

“Heyy Y/N. Where’s your man at?” He slurred and took another sip of his drink. I could smell the alcohol radiating off of him.

“Grabbing our drinks, he should be back in a sec.” I said

“I gotcha. I gotcha.” He said slightly swaying. We stood in awkward silence for a second as he chugged the rest of his drink before he started talking again. “You know Y/N, you wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me.”

“Yeah, I mean it is your house we’re at.” I laughed confused.

“No, like, with Rafe.” He said, dramatically emphasizing his name.

“What do you mean Top?” I questioned. I had no idea where he was going with this but I knew he was hammered.

“I basically set you guys up.” He said gesturing to himself and I laughed.

“I guess you’re a good matchmaker then, Cupid.” I smiled at him. I wanted to know what he was talking about, maybe he thinks being an asshole and your friend covering your ass counts as setting someone up.

“Something like that. This whole thing,” he gestured at me and then pointed off in the distance to wherever Rafe was at, “that was all me.” He said as he stumbled into me.

“Do you need a water or something? You are so drunk, Topper.” I said slightly concerned as I helped steady him. He usually drinks too much at his parties from the stress of hosting and worrying about people breaking things so I wasn’t too worried about him. We always know he’s too far gone when he starts crying about Sarah.

“I’m drunk but I know what’s up.” He got out. “You gotta hear this story, Y/N.”

“Alright, go ahead.” I laughed. I wanted to hear what he had to say, and was curious too.

“So that night at the country club when Rafe gave you his number. I told him to. It was my idea.” He slurred.

“Well, thanks Top.” I smiled and patted his back.

“But, like, listen. It’s kind of pathetic you still work as a waitress at the country club, ya know? Rafe is working with his dad to take over the business, my dad doing the same. All the girls from your class are in college, and you’re a waitress.” I frowned.

“Okay, don’t be an asshole. Some of us weren’t born into money and have to work how we can. Someone has to work those jobs. You wouldn’t be able to eat at the country club if it weren’t for waitresses and kitchen staff.” I defended. I tried to brush off what he said as him being drunk but he continued.

“Yeah but we all think it’s pathetic. You’re a Pogue, we’re Kooks. B-but that night,” he slurred again, “we left and were talking about chicks here in OBX and options.”

“That’s lovely, you guys are such gentlemen.” I rolled my eyes. I knew Rafe used to sleep around and how guys talk, but I didn’t want to hear it.

“Thank you.” Topper said, too drunk to pick up on my sarcasm. “And Rafe said ‘Well our waitress was kinda hot’ and we started getting on him for calling a Pogue hot. Then he said ‘I’d never date one, just fuck one.’” I frowned, not liking what I was hearing. “So then I said to him that I bet he’d never last more than three months trying to date a Pogue. And he bet he could do it. And since we had the pleasure of seeing you earlier, we sent him back with the excuse to give you a tip and ask you out.” I couldn’t form words, my head frantically trying to make sense of what Topper just said.

“You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re talking about. Rafe has been nothing but genuine, and we’ve been together for four months now.” I fought back.

“And that’s bullshit!” He yelled. “He was supposed to dump you a month ago because he won but he wanted to keep fucking you for longer. I want my friend back and I want him single and I don’t want to be forced to hang out with a Pogue anymore.” He was fuming. I felt tears spring up. I didn’t know what to think. Was he just saying these things so I would hate Rafe and break up with him, or is there truth to what he’s saying?

“I-I-I” I started but struggled to find words. “I don’t believe that.” I tried to say, but it came out weak.

“Let’s go find Rafe then.” He said grabbing my arm and pulling me with him. He stumbled down the stairs nearly pulling me down them as I grabbed the railing to steady myself. We headed towards the kitchen, and spotted Rafe by the counter pouring a glass of wine as he looked up.

“Hey babe, hey Top. Sorry I was taking so long, you asked for wine and I had to open a new one, but some drunk asshole chucked the wine opener somewhere in the bushes so I’ve been trying to get it open with anything I can find.” He laughed and went to kiss me but I turned my head to dodge it. He frowned. “Baby, everything okay?”

“No, baby, everything is not okay.” Topper said sarcastically as we both looked at him. “I, for one, am pissed at you. And so is Y/N.” Rafe looked down at me.

“Okay, woah” I said putting my hands up in defense, “He is the one that’s pissed and also hammered. I am pissed because you were insulting me, Topper.” Topper started to speak but Rafe cut in.

“What the fuck is she talking about, you insulting her?” He said defensively, stepping towards Topper.

“Nothing that ain’t true man.” Topper put his hands up and stepped back. I put my hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“Can we go talk please?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, you should go talk.” Topper said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rafe started.

“Because Miss Waitress needs to go.” Topper started before I interrupted.

“Rafe, he’s drunk and saying a bunch of stupid shit. Can we just leave him and go talk please? It’s serious and I need to know if what he’s saying is even true.” I begged.

“It is true Y/N! I don’t lie when I’m drinking, I am an open book. Drunk words are sober thoughts, sweetheart” Topper yelled. People at the party stopped what they were doing and were starting to crowd around hearing Topper yell.

“If what’s true?” Rafe began to question, clenching his jaw and stepping towards Topper.

“Rafe, please, don’t bother with him, can we go-” I started before Topper yelled again.

“The bet! The fucking bet.” Topper yelled, throwing his hands up. I didn’t miss the look Kelce made, the way he knew what he was talking about. “I am so sick of it. I’m done going along with it, man. It was over a month ago!” Rafe shoved Topper against the wall as our growing crowd gasped.

“Shut the fuck up right now.” He said, fists gripping his shirt pinning him against the wall. Kelce ran up and pulled Rafe off of Topper. They stared each other down before Topper lunged at Rafe, Kelce holding him back. I heard Kelce whisper “Not right now man, what are you doing?”

“Fuck you, Topper. You’re a drunk asshole. Y/N, let’s go.” Rafe said as he started walking towards me. I put my hand up and stopped him.

“Rafe, wait,” I started while tilting my head to the side. Dots were starting to connect, puzzle pieces coming together, and I didn’t want to believe it, but it was making too much sense. “You didn’t deny it.”

“What?” Rafe questioned.

“All you did was tell him to shut up, but” I started shaking my head and tears welled up. “You didn’t- you didn’t say it wasn’t true.”

“Baby, baby,” He started while grabbing my shoulders. “It’s not true, everything he’s saying is a lie. He- He’s drunk. He’s just jealous that I spend more time with you and is making shit up.” He tried reassuring me. Finally, Kelce stepped in.

“Fuck it, I’m over this too. It’s true, Y/N. And I’m completely sober because I’m driving.” Kelce said as he shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry man, but it’s gone on too long.” My heart started racing and the room started to feel overbearingly hot. I was struggling to breathe and my ears were ringing. I could see Rafe trying to talk to me but couldn’t hear him. I didn’t notice I started crying until he tried to wipe my tears away. I put my hands up to block him and turned for the door. The crowd parted as I started walking out. Rafe kept grabbing for my arm but I needed space and started to run. I made it out the door and ran down the path towards the beach. Rafe caught up to me and pulled me to a stop.

“Y/N, wait, please, let me explain.” He said frantically. He actually looked concerned, but I knew it was just an act. What a good actor he was.

“There’s nothing to explain. I think I heard enough from Topper and Kelce. Get away from me.” I sobbed as I yanked my arm out of his grip.

“Please. Y/N. Let me talk to you.” He begged.

“Fine. You answer me first.” I seethed.

“Okay, I can do that.” He nodded.

“Did you ask me out because of a bet?”

“I-well” he started

“Yes or no?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Goodbye, Rafe.” I said and turned around.

“Stop! Wait, please!” He grabbed my arm again.

“Stop touching me. I don’t want to see you Rafe, goodbye.” I yelled at him.

“I can explain everything, please.” He begged. I thought I saw a tear roll down his cheek, but my vision was blurry from the swarm of my own.

“I don’t know what you think there is to explain. You asked me out as a bet because you guys think so lowly of Pogues that we are undateable.” I cried. “I thought you loved me, but it was a lie.”

“It’s not a lie, I do love you.” He pleaded.

“I can’t trust you, Rafe. How can I trust you’re telling me the truth when our whole relationship was built on a lie? You manipulated me, used me just to seem cool to your friends and win a bet. Pretended to be interested in me, with the intention of dumping me in three months! All you did was lead me on.” I cried harder.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry it started that way, but I really do love you. I don’t want to lose you” He pleaded again.

“No, Rafe, I’m sorry.” I said, he looked confused. “I don’t believe you when you say you love me, but I’m sorry that you are so entitled that you think you deserve me or my time after what you did. You’re no better than your father, using people and dumping them when you don’t need them anymore. I was a fool for thinking you could be a good person. Thank you for giving me trust issues for the rest of my life. I don’t want to see you ever again.” I turned and started walking away as I left him there crying. I knew comparing him to his father was a low blow, I almost felt bad. But one low blow doesn’t compare to four months of manipulation and lies.

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It’s been one week since Topper’s party. One week since I’ve gone to work. My mom and my brother worry about me. I would too. I don’t leave my room. They try to bring me food but I don’t eat it, I haven’t had an appetite since that night. I have to try to get my life back together but I just feel broken. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully fix myself. But I have to. For my brother. For my mom. And for myself, I deserve it too.

It’s been two weeks since Topper’s party. I heard my mom come stumbling home at 3am last night and I know what that means. She’s drinking again. It’s only a matter of time before she loses another job. Once that goes, who pays the bills? I haven’t been working. My brother is still in school, he needs to graduate unlike me. I have to step up.

I finally got out of bed. I called my boss at the country club to ask if I still have my job, she said I will have to pick up extra hours but I can work. I don’t want to see Rafe, but it pays well. I had told her I had a family emergency and needed time off, she didn’t question it because of my mom. This was the first time I checked my phone. Rafe didn’t try to call me. He hasn’t texted me. I don’t know why he would, but it feels weird not seeing his name pop up on my phone. There’s a lot of things I have to get used to again.

I showered for the first time since Topper’s party. I finally looked in a mirror for the first time in a week. I’ll need a lot of makeup to look presentable. When I finally felt ready, I tried to smile in the mirror. I can’t. I hope at work I can manage something, customers don’t like grumpy waitresses. I walked out the door expecting a ride. I was reminded I used to walk to work. I’ll have to get used to that again.

I got to the country club and headed straight to the bathroom. I took some deep breaths to mentally prepare myself to deal with all the Rafes and Toppers and Kelces that frequent this place. You can do this. I tried to tell myself. We’ll see how long I last.

By the end of the day, I was able to form a half genuine smile. Working made me feel normal again. My coworkers tried extra hard to make me laugh and smile, I laughed today. Maybe things will get better.

It’s been a month since Topper’s party. I pick up every shift I can, it keeps my mind busy. I feel almost back to normal, although I don’t know if I’ll ever fully feel right again. Healing takes a long time. I haven’t seen Rafe, but Topper and Kelce walked in two weeks ago. They saw me, put their heads down, and walked right back out. I haven’t seen them since. Good. I was having a really good day. The Kooks are getting excited for their Midsummers. They always tip well at this time of year.

Heading into the backend of my shift, I was in a good mood and ready to close. I was finishing up my break when the hostess called me out for my new table. It stormed today, so no golf. The restaurant isn’t very busy on rainy days unless it’s a weekend. Only two more hours, I can do this. I walked out towards my table and my heart dropped. I saw Sarah sitting on the end, then I saw the rest of the Cameron family. But no Rafe. I can’t do this. I don’t know if I have it in me to face his family. I took a deep breath and went to their table. Thankfully it wasn’t too awkward. They were nice but I could see the pity on their faces. I know the look. I kept wondering how much they knew about our breakup. If they even know the whole or true story. I started to wonder where Rafe was, then scolded myself for even caring where he was. You don’t want to see him. I remind myself. Sometimes I think I miss him, but I think I just miss the thought of him. The fake him. I made it through dinner with the Camerons and sighed in relief, it went better than I thought. Ward tipped me generously. I don’t know if he feels bad for me or just likes to flaunt his money. As I finished cleaning up, Sarah walked back in. Gave me a flashback to Rafe walking back in the night he left me the note.

“Hi Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Sarah timidly asked.

“Sure.” I said. Sarah was nothing but nice to me. I won’t fault her for her brother’s actions.

“I’m sure you don’t want to talk to me because of Rafe so I’ll be quick, I told my family I had to use the restroom quickly.” She started.

“Sarah, it’s okay. You can talk to me. It’s not your fault your brother is a dick.” I laughed. She chucked awkwardly.

“Well that’s what I was gonna talk to you about.” She nervously pulled at her hair. “I’m so sorry if that’s crossing a line, I will walk away if you want me to.” She paused.

“I guess go ahead.” I said as I stiffened.

“First I want to say I’m so sorry. I had no idea about the bet or anything when you guys were dating.”

“It’s okay, Sarah, nothing is your fault to be sorry for.” I shrugged.

“I might piss you off by saying this but please just hear me out. I’m not condoning his actions or asking you to take him back. It’s just- I know he asked you out to prove a point and it seemed like it was all a lie and that he was leading you on, but I think his feelings for you were real. Y/N, I didn’t know anything about the bet while you were dating, but I have never seen my brother happier. Our relationship got so much better when he was with you. Him and Wheezie finally got along, he even started being nice to Rose. You both seemed and felt genuine. I don’t mean to ramble, but I’m really worried about Rafe. He never leaves his room, and when he does all he does is yell at everyone. He won’t speak to Topper or Kelce. I’m really worried about him, and I’m scared he’s gonna start doing drugs again. Just- could you please talk to him? I’m not asking you to take him back, but he really needs the closure. And I think you still do too. Will you think about it?” I stared at her for a minute. I didn’t know what to say. Your brother is a great actor then because he fooled you too. Why is he so torn up about it after a month still? Is Sarah right?

“I’m sorry, Sarah, I don’t know what to say.” I said, my head spinning from my thoughts.

“No, no, it’s okay. I don’t know what I was thinking by bringing that up to you. That was so stupid and insensitive. I’m so sorry if I made you upset and I totally crossed a line. I should go.” She rambled while turning around.

“Sarah, wait.” I stopped her. “Do-do you really think he actually loved me?” I asked. I nervously played with the rag in my hand. She looked at me apologetically.

“Yes. I do.” She replied walking back out.

I couldn’t sleep that night.

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Today is Midsummers. I woke up with a pit in my stomach. I work today. Waitstaff from all over OBX fight over working this event, I should be grateful. But I can’t stop thinking about my unavoidable situation: Rafe. He can skip family dinners but he can’t skip Midsummers. His family is too important, he has to be there. I debated calling in sick, but we didn’t have enough for our electric bill this month. Midsummers will pay enough for the entire month, I have to go. We dress fancier for the event, so I have to wear a nice dress. When I finished getting ready, I was shocked when I looked in the mirror. I didn’t recognize who was staring back at me. I’ve never worn a dress like this. I own sundresses, but nothing this extravagant. Although Rafe always said I looked beautiful in anything, even my work uniform after a 12 hour shift. I have to stop thinking like that. I told my coworker I didn’t have a dress and she let me borrow one. She said “I have the perfect dress for you. It’ll look amazing.” She was right. I feel amazing. I even curled my hair and put on extra makeup. I might even say I look like I would fit in at Midsummers. Now I have a completely different feeling about tonight. I feel confident, a new sense of self, the best I’ve felt about myself since the breakup. Now I want to run into Rafe. Let him see what he fucked up.

Some time has passed since I started working and I haven’t seen Rafe yet. I ran into Sarah and Wheezie, they said I looked amazing. Wheezie said she misses me, and that she was angry at Rafe. I’m not angry anymore, it’s hard to describe what I feel. I miss what we had, but I try to remind myself it wasn’t real. Is it loss? Am I still brokenhearted? I feel a longing, but it can’t be for Rafe. It can’t be. I was so lost in my thoughts I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking as I turned the corner and bumped into someone. They grabbed my waist to steady me as I almost fell.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you oka-” The stranger spoke at the same time as me.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Are you oka-” I paused as I looked up to see Rafe. We both froze as if time stopped. We didn’t know what to do. Suddenly we both jumped away from each other as if we touched lava. We both stood there mouths agape trying to form words and couldn’t. I panicked and ran away.

I rushed into the bathroom breathing heavily. In my head when I pictured running into him it was by seeing him from afar, not literally running into him. It threw me off. My confidence faltered and my head felt scrambled. I was gripping the sink looking down muttering to myself. The other women in here probably thought I was crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on my waist and I felt the ghost of them still there. I thought about how good he looked in that suit. Moving on is a lot harder than I thought it was. Do I miss him? No. Stop it. He hurt you. I finally looked up into the mirror and almost fainted thinking I saw a ghost behind me.

Ward Cameron.

“Y/N, you look like you’re going through something but you ran into the men’s room” He said. I almost died of embarrassment. Thankfully no one else was in here. This all felt like a dream and my head was still foggy.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. I-I thought this was- Shit, I wasn’t paying attention. I-I was running and-” I rambled, fumbling over my words. I hurried back out to the hallway. Ward followed me out.

“Are you okay? You look really pale, are you sick?” He asked concernedly.

“Yeah I’m fine I just, I- threw me off- bumped into him- fuck” I scrambled for the words as I slapped my forehead. Ward offered me a weak smile.

“I take it you ran into my son?” He asked.

“Literally. Physically.” I sighed.

“You know, Rafe and I, we don’t talk much. He doesn’t tell me things. But I want to say this: Rafe didn’t have to tell me that he loved you. I saw it. Now I don’t know what happened between you two, but it really tore him up, and I think you both need to talk. He hasn’t been the same since. And clearly you need a resolution to this too. I saw your face at the country club when you spotted us and your sigh seeing he wasn’t there. You may feign that as relief, but I saw disappointment. You’re your own person, so do what you want, but I think you need a conversation. Have a good rest of your night.” He smiled and walked away as I was left speechless.

Could Ward be right about Rafe? I don’t even know what to think anymore. I have so many unanswered questions. I think back to what Topper had said, about Rafe staying with me even after the bet ended. He said it was to keep fucking me for longer, but he was angry. Did Rafe want to keep dating me or keep using me? Maybe he truly did love me. I felt insane. Ward and Sarah were right, I really need to talk to Rafe. For my sanity, I need answers. I need closure. I can’t focus on this right now, I have to finish working. I took a deep breath to try to focus and headed back to the deck.

I felt eyes on me. Rafe and I kept catching each other’s eyes all night. I could feel the awkward tension. I just wanted this night to be over. I was considering quitting after Midsummers, try to find another job. If I don’t run the risk of running into Rafe or his family as much, maybe I’ll stop thinking about him. Or maybe I want to run into him. It’s all so confusing, I’ve never been more frustrated in my life. Slowly, the Kooks started to go home and we started cleaning up. The Camerons were some of the last people here, finishing up their conversations with the stragglers. I finished cleaning my area and was ready to go home. I needed to clear my head first, so I started towards the dock. Listening to the waves and looking out over the sea will help me think.

I sat on the edge of the dock letting my feet hang over and took a deep breath. I stared out at the sky, focusing on the constellations and the moon. I almost felt at peace. Almost. My mind was still racing, but my thoughts were cut short by a voice from behind me.

“Y/N?” I turned around to see Rafe. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, but can we please talk?” He asked hopefully. I paused for a minute, I was dreading this moment but knew we both needed it.

“Fine.” I said shortly and he moved to sit on the edge of the dock a safe distance from me. We were silent for a moment before he began.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said. I didn’t respond. I could feel him looking at me, but I looked down as I nervously played with my hands. “I wish I could tell you that the bet was a lie, but it’s not. I just- I’m so sorry, I-”

“Why?” I cut him off. “Why did you think it was okay to play with my feelings like that? To act like I’m not a person with emotions too. To plan to lead me on for three months just to dump me? You made it feel so real, Rafe. All for it to be one big lie.” I felt the tears welling up, all the repressed feelings coming back up again.

“It was real to me,” He whispered as I looked over at him. The tears forming in his eyes glistening in the moonlight. “I know how shitty it was to even accept that bet. When you didn’t text me for a few days, I was relieved because I didn’t want to go through with it. But then you texted me, and I felt worse. I was hoping the guys would forget about it and move on, but they saw it. I only planned on taking you to dinner to get them off my back and to stop it there. I could live with being a loser. But after our date, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Y/N, I know our relationship started because of a terrible reason, but those were the best four months of my life. I fell in love with you, I felt so guilty when the time ran up. I made up some bullshit reason why we were still seeing each other so the guys would leave it alone. I was hoping they would forget about it, but they didn’t. I should’ve been honest with you. I want to say I shouldn’t have taken the bet but I would be lying. Because asking you out was the best decision I have ever made. I’m so sorry I fucked up and hurt you.” He put his hand on my arm. “When you say I made it feel so real but that I was lying the whole time, I never lied about loving you.” I stared at him, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth or not. Everything Ward and Sarah said, what Rafe is saying, I want to believe it, but I don’t know if I can.

“Rafe, you broke my trust. I just can’t tell if you’re telling the truth. And I don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t know if I can handle it. I really loved you but I still don’t know if you really love me.” I cried. I want to believe him so badly. My heart is telling me he does but my mind can’t stop questioning it.

“Y/N, I love you. If you don’t want me back, I’ll have to try to find a way to live with it. But I don’t know if I can. I love you so much.” He grabbed both of my hands in his as I stared into his eyes, daring to catch a glint of a lie.

“Don’t lie to me,” I whispered.

“Loving you was never a lie. I never thought I could love someone so much. And I don’t care that you’re a Pogue. You are the hardest working person I have ever met. You care so much about other people, you forget to care about yourself. You light up every room you walk into. You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last when I fall asleep. I never stop thinking about you. Every day since Topper’s party, I’ve felt haunted by my regret and wished you were with me every second of the day. I wish I could go back and fix things. I see you in everything I do and everywhere I go. You changed my life and I don’t want to spend any more days without you. But please, don’t say it was a lie that I loved you. And if you don’t want me back, I’ll have to live with this mistake for the rest of my life because out of all the stupid shit I’ve done in my life, this is the worst.” My mind was racing. I wanted so badly for him to hold me again. To love me again. Would I be a fool to take him back? Would everyone think I’m an idiot for taking back someone who hurt me? My thoughts were swirling, but kept going back to the same thing I think I always knew but tried to bury down: I still love him.

“I love you too, Rafe. I never stopped,” I started to smile. A full, genuine smile for the first time in a month. His eyes lit up as he smiled and we both leaned in. I was finally content again. You were right, Topper. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and your stupid bet.

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #obx fic #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #outer banks imagine

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lycheedr3ams · 9 months

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I'm feeling so many feelings about butcher!Konig! I used to work at a gas station and had many crappy customers, sometimes to a point where I mentally shut myself down to survive a shift then cry afterwards.

Can you do one for after a difficult shift and you're crying in your car and a there's a gentle tap on the window? Thank you thank you! Love your smut but your sweet butcher!Konig huts different~

i'm so sorry to hear that was your experience at your job! when i worked at the deli at the grocery store (from which all these butcher!könig things are inspired by), i wanted to quit every fucking shift because customers would treat me so horribly. i got yelled at over fried chicken, so i get it.

answered below the cut! and yes i am living for sweet butcher!könig as well!

also random but if anyone is a minor, you should just block me atp. i'm going to be posting some absolute pure porn in the coming weeks. word porn i mean not actual porn lol

today was probably the worst shift you had ever had. it was around the 4th of july, so most customers were up in arms about their food being absolutely perfect. it didn't matter that most of them didn't read the regulations about the limit of food they were allowed to order, or the period of notice your store needed. all they saw was that you were at fault.

you could barely keep it together as you were yelled at by the 5th customer that day. the customers who didn't yell at you were condescending and rude. about halfway through your shift, you just couldn't take it anymore, and you abandoned your coworkers as you cried alone in your car in the corner of the parking lot.

butcher!könig hadn't had a chance to talk to you today, since he was also busy preparing orders for the upcoming holiday. and since his workstation was behind closed doors whereas yours was right where the customers are, he wasn't aware of everything that you had been going through. but he didn't miss the way you fled through the grocery store through the little window in the meat department's door. butcher!könig dropped everything he was doing and followed you out, not even bothering to take off his white work coat.

you were already deep into crying when you suddenly jumped when you heard a little tap on your window. you wiped your wet eyes and blushed when you saw butcher!könig standing outside your car, looking very worried. you winded the window down and put on a fake smile.

"what is wrong?" butcher!könig asked with furrowed eyebrows.

you sniffled. "the customers have just been so mean today... i've been yelled at all day, and they're just so rude." you wiped your hot tears as more fell, not wanting butcher!könig to see you like this.

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked sternly, but you knew he was just concerned for you.

"everyone's been beaten up by the customers today. you were busy too," you said quietly.

butcher!könig shook his head. "nein nein, you always tell me when a customer is being mean to you. do you understand?"

you looked into his eyes with your wet, red ones before finally nodding. "okay. i will from now on."

butcher!könig shuffled on his feet a little, since his back was hurting from hunching over to talk to you in your car. "oh, sorry, do you want to come in?" you offered as you unlocked the car door. he nodded and walked around the front of your car and sat down in your passenger seat. he was much too big for the seat, his knees hitting the dashboard, but he didn't seem to care as he looked over at you so caringly.

"may i comfort you?" butcher!könig asked softly. you nodded as you wiped your eyes again. he slowly placed his large hand on your arm and rubbed his thumb on your skin. you blushed and closed your eyes, not wanting to admit to him or you how much you enjoyed his touch. he looked at you so tenderly you thought you could cry.

"you are much too sweet for customers - or anyone - to be mean to you," butcher!könig said quietly as he looked down at his hand on your arm. you just listened quietly and tried to steady your breathing.

you and him stayed like that for a little while before accepting the reality that you had to go back to work. you sheepishly got out of your car and followed butcher!könig behind him like he was your bodyguard. needless to say, no customers dared to approach you as you followed behind the titan of a leather-masked butcher with a slightly crazed look in his eye that he always hid from you.

#cod mw2 #konig call of duty #konig imagine #konig fic #konig x reader #konig smut #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #answered #asks #butcher!konig #cod imagine

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Cherry Magic TH Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, the show started to feel significantly more Thai as we absorbed some of the moments from the Japanese live action into a company retreat. Achi got to appreciate the earnestness of Karan's feelings for him, and appreciate Pai choosing her own happiness over appeasing a rude boyfriend. We also got a fantastic internal scream from Tay Tawan, who is perfectly playing Karan as a huge simp. Meanwhile, Jinta is adapting to his own powers and beginning to bond with Min through the cat.

Big fan of this story's ability to give people knowing of a mutual attraction.

I genuinely love Achi's manager.

I was very Lebron Leaning Back into Fist Bump about Rock approaching Pai.

Oh ho! It's the angry client plot!

Oh my god they referenced Salt Bae. I'm very much into this rainbow cake.

I also like their boss. He asked Achi a reasonable question, and then empowered Achi for giving a good answer.

Don't let me down, Pai! Remember your forebearer!

Welcome back, The Heart Knows.

I'm glad Min is still a dancer in this version.

Oh, Achi, why would you suspect a girlfriend with the way Karan thinks about you?

I like the foreshadowing that Achi would pick up a cold (hopefully not COVID).

Can't believe y'all still believe in unsending messages when your simps are always on their phones.

Don't look so disappointed that it's just your friend, Achi.

I like the way they played the telepathy between them.

I see. Achi thinks Karan may have moved on.

Well, Tay Tawan is still beautiful. I'm sure the sponsor will be happy.

Get you a man who braves a massive festival just to get to you.

I like the way Junior is playing Jinta a lot. I like that a romance writer notices that he's catching feelings.

If they don't use this heart rate monitor pen for a goofy trope I will be so disappointed.

Achi, l I saw the way you looked at that man's mouth.

#LipWatch2024 why have they let Newwie look so dry this episode?

Thank you, heart monitor pen, gimmick.

I'm so sad for Duj.

LOL, Pai is a shipper. I feel that.

Girl, this man got so worked up about Pain and Karan he overexerted himself and passed out. They should take him to a hospital.

This big sister hopefully knows about Karan's crush so she can tease him later.

Cohabitation era begins next week!

Another pretty solid episode. This show knows how to do its episodic arcs. It probably helps that manga releases are a serial format and there's a preexisting adaptation to use as inspiration. So relieved to have this show back.

#Ben watches #cherry magic th #cherry magic #thai bl #bl series

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sanaxo-o · 7 months

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Fire Eyes (Eric Sohn)

|| for Deoboyznet summer event dbn: summer on you ||

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, kissing, strangers to lovers, reader is very much heartbroken in the beginning, kind of inspired from the scene Eric had with the girl from Lip Gloss MV and obviously Fire Eyes, fluff

Sana: This is quite literally the first time I had fun writing this kind of fic. I am not that good at expressing the things I have in mind yet but I am getting there hehe. As a girl who always mostly wrote yandere I am quite proud of this even tho it's not the best thing I have ever written lol. Thank you for always liking my work even tho it wasn't always the best 🤧. It really mean a lot to me 💗

Word count: 1886

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🎵깊은 밤 저 하늘 위에

Warning sign🎵

Deep in the night, you sat alone on the stool which was by the bar. Taking small sips of your drink you stared at the wall ahead of you with no thoughts in your mind.

Who would have thought or guessed that a two year old relationship will break off in summer like this? With no warning signs ahead?

Everything was perfect. You were happy with your now ex, life was great when out of nowhere you get a text from him saying your two year relationship was over.

Having no motivation to do anything after that heartbreaking news you just thought that it'd best if you came to a club which was by the beach.

Looking around the crowded club you felt yourself getting tired of the view which was in front of you.

People living their life to the fullest, having their own fun, making out, having a fun night out with their friends.

You were never able to experience that. Your whole teenage life all you did was study just to impress your parents and then when you entered university you started living again only to get tied down by the end of it.

Getting in a relationship made you feel tied down to some unknown boundaries. Your whole life you were never able to see who you really were.

Always going ahead with what others told you were. They said you were too gentle? Then you thought you were. If they said you're too rude to others? You thought they were right. And that behaviour made you fall behind while others walked all over you.

Getting tired of your own thoughts you walked out of the bar with the drink in your hand. You were not planning on getting drunk. You hated the headache it left you with the next day.

All you wanted for now was to get over your ex and never think about him again. You wanted to find your true self and not what others told you you were.

Walking down the beach the night air blew your shoulder length hair. The cool salty air calmed you down a bit as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in.

Walking towards the sea you sat down on the sand. Your drink long forgotten by you. Staring down at the golden sand you started playing with it. Drawing random things only for it to get washed away by the sea water.

From the corner of your eyes you could see a figure approaching you. Stopping what you were doing you stared up at him as you saw him walk toward you calmly.

Sitting down beside you he forwarded his hand towards you "Eric," Shaking his hand you introduced yourself "Y/N," it was silent after that as you continued what you were doing not in the mood to make a long conversation with anyone at the moment. You were far too busy with your own thoughts which were playing in your mind.

Clearing his throat Eric spoke up again "Why are you sitting here all alone? The nights still long. Loosen up, have some fun." You chuckled lightly at his words and shook your head.

"I am not someone who just has that kind of energy. I don't know how to have fun.." you said softly as you looked at him. There you saw him already staring at you. You felt some kind of sensation in your stomach when you stared in his eyes.

🎵첫눈에 번쩍 튀는 spark

아래 you and me🎵

It some kind of spark you had never felt before. It felt nice but weird. You were scared of this new feeling. Is this a good sign? Or is it a warning sign? Ignoring your feelings you looked away from Eric and rubbed your arms when the cold breeze hit them.

"I can teach you how to have fun. Do you know how to ride a skateboard?" Eric asked making you look at him questionably

"No? Why?"

"Come with me," Eric stood up from his place and offered his hand to you. Staring at his hand you hesitantly reached out and held his hand. Standing up you dusted your dress trying to get the sand off.

"Where too though?" You ask while walking side by side with him.

"Skating rink.." Eric replied as he looked around the quite street of the town.

"What about the skateboard? Where will you get that?" You ask curiously.

"There might be some lying around in the rink. Let's see.." he said unbothered making you furrow your eyebrows.

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"Oh look! There are a bunch of skateboards there!" Eric said in excitement as he went to fetch one of the skateboards.

"They just...leave their skateboards like this lying around?" You ask him confusion and slight shock evident in your tone.

"Meh I mean they don't really care much. But we got what we needed. Come on. Let me show you how to ride it." Eric grabbed your hand and dragged you to the centre of the rink.

Getting on top of the skateboard Eric demonstrated on how to use it. Riding it effortlessly he showed you some skills he knew off making you look at him in astonishment

"Woah...you're so good at this.." you said in amazement. Looking at Eric with wide eyes you saw him coming towards you. Stepping aside for him he stopped right beside you.

"Come on. You try it now." Eric said while holding your hand and leading you towards the skateboard.

Shaking your head as a no you stood still on your place, "No, I will just embarrass myself in front of you." You tell him and refuse to get on the skateboard.

"It's not that hard Y/N. Come on. I will help you." Eric said with a smile on his face, his face wrinkling in a adorable smile which made your heart skip a beat. That feeling came again. Sparks. It made your stomach churn again but it was not a awful feeling it was rather something you liked. It felt nice. It was like there were fireworks in your stomach.

"Promise me you won't let me go?" You say your voice slightly shaking. You were excited to try something new but at the same time you were scared. Scared of disappointing yourself if you fail in succeeding it.

Giving you a smile Eric nodded at your words and helped you stand on the board. Holding both of your hands in a gentle yet tight hold he helped balance yourself on top of it.

"Not so hard, is it?" Eric said as he looked you in the eye with a soft smile on his face, "Now try to push yourself ahead. Remove your right leg of the board and settle it down on the ground. Give it a light push and balance yourself. Don't worry I will not let go."

Nodding at his words you did what Eric said. Carefully placing your foot down you gave yourself a push and moved ahead slowly and steadily. Looking up at Eric with a huge smile on your face you said in excitement, "I just did that! Did you see?" You looked him in the eye.

There it came again. It was like you were possessed whenever you looked in his eyes. This feeling you were having was filled with spark. Something you never knew you needed until now. It was exciting.

"Go ahead. Try again. This time do it with more force." Eric said encouragingly. Nodding at his words you pushed yourself ahead. By instinct you let go of his hands and continued with what you learned a moment ago.

Going forward in excitement you looked back at Eric and saw him smiling at. Getting caught in the moment you failed to notice that you were starting to lose your balance.

🎵Slow down baby, slow down

이미 trippin', trippin'🎵

"Eric! I am gonna fall!" You yelled in panic only to lose your balance and fall down on the hard surface.

You heard footsteps coming towards you, "Y/N! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Eric asked in panic as he frantically looked around for any signs of injuries or wounds.

Seeing him so worried made you laugh a bit. Looking up at you Eric furrowed his eyebrows, "Why are you laughing?" Eric asked in confusion.

Seeing him so confused made you laugh more. Falling down on the ground you stared up in the sky. "What...?" Eric looked at you as he smiled staring at your laughing figure.

It was as if you were drunk all night. Tapping on the ground you told Eric to come and sit down beside you.

Sitting down beside you Eric stared up in the sky, the moonlight shining it's light on both of you. With him you felt like you were finally able to find yourself which you never knew existed. It was like a destiny which shined brightly like a dream.

Scooting closer to Eric you got yourself comfortable and leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt your heart thump in your chest. It was a nervous feeling you knew you never felt this before.

🎵떨린 첫 느낌대로 (fallin' in love)

이 밤을 갈라 what you wait for (what you wait for)🎵

Staring up at him you saw his perfect jawline which complimented his tanned skin. Feeling your stare on him Eric stared down at you.

You noticed his gaze looking down at your lips for a split second before he looked in your eyes again.

Leaning closer to him you you felt it again. The fireworks in your stomach. Slowly you saw Eric inch closer to you. Grabbing your chin Eric pulled you closer and attached his lips on yours.

🎵물든 on your lips

자극된 상상 가득히 날린 confetti🎵

The whole night you spent talking with Eric. Getting to know each other more. Till sunrise you both were in the same place, together.

Time passed by quickly when you were together. Watching the sunrise together you stared down at the hands which were entangled together.

This was what you needed. Something new, something exciting which did not made you feel like you were tied down to it. Eric made you forget about that feeling you always felt.

Staring in his eyes again, you could see the fireworks in his eyes while you felt the fireworks in your stomach making you give out a smile.

"You would be here the whole summer right?" Eric whispered as he bought your hand closer to his lips and gave a light peck on the back of hand.

"Hmm..all summer.." you whispered.

"So you're mine the whole summer?" Eric said while coming closer to you

"Why only summer? Why not your whole life?" You said with a chuckle

"I don't mind that. Calling you mine for the lifetime sounds better then just saying that for this summer.." Eric grinned as he kissed you on the lips again. Holding onto your waist he pulled you closer to his body.

This felt like a destiny which shined brighter then the flames ever could. It was like a fairytale you never knew you needed.

🎵'Cause you are mine, mine, mine

The fireworks in your eyes🎵

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reztoru · 1 year

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───── Music of the Forest

彡 Satoru is on a journey of coming to terms with his feelings for you, and he's come to find that the music his soul yearns for dwells within you, wherever you may be.

tw / cw : fluff and a tiny bit of angst? there's a happy ending ,, tobacco is briefly mentioned but not used for smoking lol, slight jjk 0 spoilers ,, i think that's all but lmk if i missed anything

pairing : gojo x reader

gender neutral, no physical descriptions of reader

a/n : born out of my love of the forests and inspired by a stsg painting I did. im so happy with how this turned out.

kinda me coded with a tiny tiny sprinkle of my own culture, but I think I kept it vague enough for everyone to enjoy.🫶🏾

w/c : 3.1k

Satoru has a knack for being a pest, at the best and worst of times. He needs to nourish his brain with information, desperate to know what causes people to tick. And as he’s grown older, he’s found himself observing the crowds around him a lot more.

He takes note of the way their energy engulfs them with the different emotions they endure. He sees how their anger is jagged and rude, or how their happiness appears in serene waves. Annoyance comes in spikes and sadness drizzles down.

And today is just another day for Satoru. Sat in his office, playing with a pen, avoiding work. Choosing to observe silently at the surrounding people. Seeing as they moved room to room, it was rather dull.

He became intrigued when he saw you wandering into the spooky forests. Mostly because you're someone he’s never gotten the opportunity to know. Thus, he couldn’t help but follow along — anything to get out of this boring paperwork.

He makes the hasty decision to teleport himself right next to you. Which caused him to startle you, popping up out of thin air like the menace he is. You tried giving him a smack, but his infinity stopped you, foiling your plan. Instead, you opted for scolding him. Warning him that if he was going to come with you, he best keep his mouth shut.

It was hard for him to abide by the single rule. Satoru being the never quiet man, always with something to say, and now with so many questions swirling within him.

“So, you wanna tell me why we’re sitting in the middle of the forest?” He said.

You shot him a look and shook your head, “I come here to heal, to think, whatever I need.”

He nodded slowly, pondering on your words, “and the forest helps to do that how? You eat berries and feel better?”

Rolling your eyes, you pat the spot beside you, telling him to listen. And he did, though he hadn’t really understood at first. He’ll admit the wind was gentle, it was calm. You could hear the leaves moving and the wildlife scurrying about, but nothing felt healing about it — well, he certainly didn’t feel healed.

However before he could prod at you further, you reached over to pull something out of your bag. It was a small sack of brown flakes — tobacco, loosely wrapped in a red cloth, with little beads tucked into a design on the chunk of it. And he was left feeling even more confused, especially after you stood up to scatter some about.

“It’s an offering. I’m giving back what I’ve taken.” You said as you turned to face him. Almost as if you could read his mind.

Yes, you were a mysterious person to Satoru. Sitting in the middle of nowhere to heal your soul. Sprinkling brown flakes on the ground like you were seasoning the earth. It just made no sense to him, but you did seem content every time you emerged from the trees; looking more at ease.

And he couldn’t help but tag along with you whenever he could. Wanting to know what this was all about, what you were all about. He’d poke at you, bombarding you with questions on the occasions that you’d begrudgingly allow him to.

Slowly, you became a part of his routine, ingraining yourself in his already busy schedule. And these trips into the forest turned into getting lunch rather late in the day, or coffee a little too late at night. And your woodlands started to become too familiar to him.

It began with you asking him to come along and get a drink and then it was a picnic. After a while, these things were almost routine and if he wasn’t able to stay and chat; he made it a point to at least stand in line with you before he had to go.

During that time, he began to know you on a more human level, getting to understand how your gears turned. And during these fleeting moments he learned how you like your coffee, your favourite food and color. He also learned of the way you heal; the way you replenish your mind. It’s so vastly different from the way he literally refreshes his brain — it’s so mundane in comparison.

“I just don’t get it.” Satoru said, sipping his overly sweet drink.

You sat across from him, swirling your own beverage with a straw. Your leg bounced as your eyes met your own in the reflection of his imposter sunglasses.

“Well, maybe you haven’t found your music yet.”

“I have music,” he gasped, “like that one song by Avicii- “

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Your theme song,” you snickered, “this music is different, though. It heals your soul.”

You’d always tell him that his sound will find him, as it does with everyone. When the time is right, you’d say. He wasn’t able to wrap his head around your words, and he’d preach to you time and time again about how he didn’t get it. But you’d only ever roll your eyes and shake your head at him, “be patient.”

This was something that his eyes couldn’t give him answers to. Because even someone as godly as him was unable to fully comprehend it through sight alone. It wasn’t cursed energy, or some grand battle tactic. This was a reminder to him that there are boundaries and limits to what even the most powerful beings can understand. And this is something he had to experience on a deeper level, beyond the realm of vision.

When time rolls on, he starts to hear it. The sound of a distant melody. It was the brassy thrum of his heart when you’re near and the dewy pitch of your voice. And your rippling cackles that crashed through him. Though, it’s a little scary at first, this feeling isn’t new — and it’s certainly one he wasn’t hoping for a sequel of.

Because when Satoru falls, he falls hard. And it’s not a soft pillowy fall by any means. It’s in a way where he crashes and burns. His love scorches him and claws at his heart. Taunting him with what’s barely in his grasp — and that of which has long since left.

His feelings linger in his brain and dance deep within his core. They seem to flow through him in a more complex way, taking twists and turns that are difficult to predict. It’s all a little unnerving to him — you’re a little unnerving to him.

As he drifts away into his thoughts, he thinks to himself how you bring nothing but uncertainty. You’re a storm rippling its way through his steady breeze, bringing chaos in your pursuit. Though he supposes your rain is a kind of refreshing that his abilities can’t provide. And you leave behind a beautiful burst of colours when you go.

“You okay? You look kinda stupid with that lost look on your face.” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m a little busy right now.”

You give him a look, one that makes him feel a little too small. It feels a little too personal, and it’s a bit too knowing, as if you were the one who wielded the six eyes.

“Mhm right. When you’re done sulking, there’s this new bakery that I wanna check out.”

Admittedly, he feels a little giddy with the knowledge of you wanting to go out with him. Maybe his heart skips a beat right after the words leave your mouth, but he tries his hardest to brush it off and ignore it because this feeling doesn’t have a home in this wretched place of his.

It’s because he knows love is truly the most twisted curse of them all. It’s a swirl of every emotion under the sun and it can swallow you whole. One wrong move and everything could fall apart. There’s no manual for how to navigate through this sticky feeling, and there’s no right way to do it either. It’s as beautiful as it is cruel.

You add the fact that there’s a constant target on his back. People want him dead, curses do too. Logically, he knows that having you is selfish, it puts you at risk. Because allowing himself the pleasure of loving you is a losing game. And for that reason, he chose not to play; to be somebody who only watches as the show unfolds.

Thus, he tries to keep his distance, never letting his sickly emotions take the reins. But it seems the harder he tries to pull away, your soul holds him a little tighter; enticing him back in.

“Look, ‘toru!” You point to a group of funny looking mushrooms, with eyes shining so brightly they could put the sun to shame.

Your smile reaches out to grasp at his heart, holding it tightly, not wanting to let go. That’s when he swears the world stops; or something cheesy like that. The pieces of his heart crash around in his chest and he forgets how to breathe — how to move, how to function.

He sputters out, “Can we eat them?”

“Yes, or we could pick them and sell em for a fortune.” You let out a mischievous chuckle, “I’m only giving you a percent of the profits though, you already have too much money.”

He doesn’t know why he asks what kind of mushrooms they are, because he already knows. In fact, most of the things he listens to you ramble about he’s already quite knowledgeable on. But he gets to listen to your damn voice, and your attention isn’t on anybody but him as you explain these little interests of yours.

And he thrives in your rays of light. He almost seems to forget what emotion this is and what it entails. But maybe, he thinks, just for a moment, he can be Satoru, the annoying guy who gets under your skin, rather than Satoru Gojo, the strongest with the all-seeing eyes.

And it’s not until some faculty meeting that he realizes he’s down bad. Every time he tries to listen to what Yaga is saying, his orbs wander to you. He wonders if you’d want to get dessert later, or if you’ll invite him on a little picnic again.

It seems Satoru just gets lost in you. It’s become so blatantly obvious to everyone around him. Shoko nags at him and tells him to just go for it. Saying things like, “You’ll regret it more if you don’t.” And he hates that she’s probably right, he hates that he has these stupid feelings even more.

“You’re acting like an angsty teen.”

He huffs, crossing his arms, “am not. I just don’t have time for that relationship stuff.”

Shoko pauses what she's doing, placing a hand on the table in front of her as she turns to look at Satoru with a deadpan expression, “but you have time for dates.”

“They’re not dates.” He mumbles.

He wants to argue. He really does, but he knows he can’t. He especially knows because he’s stumbled down into Shoko’s grim abode more than enough times, asking her what the hell should I wear.

And maybe these feelings get a little too real when he finds himself focusing on you, when he should really be paying attention to his students. Observing in a daze as you walk across the field. Your arm shoots up to give him a wave, or maybe it was a wave to everyone, but he likes to think it was reserved for him.

Or maybe it’s when he’s making a cup of coffee, and you brush against him. And he just pauses what he’s doing because he finds you so captivating. He can’t help the way his hands yearn to trace every curve. To sculpt you into the space of his mind, and create a masterpiece that is you.

But whenever you’re near, his body is always left feeling a little confused as this calm and unease both settle as lovers within him. The unrest that stems from the lack of control, that unpredictability leaves him nervous. And he knows vulnerability comes with weakness, and to be weak is to be slashed down.

When he stumbles back into his office, he realizes he forgot cream and sugar. And it’s the little things like this that make his thoughts race. His brain wants him to run far away from you. It’s telling him to leave you behind before this can go any further. He tugs at his hair, clawing at his scalp. His eyes scan for something they can’t see. He desperately scours his mind to figure out what to do.

Knock knock

And his head shoots up. He feels like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. That is, until he realizes it’s you, and then things feel a little okay. Almost as if you bring along the unspoken words he’s searching for. You don’t pry, and you don’t ask questions he doesn’t wanna answer.

Maybe that’s why he’s grown to feel this way for you. You don’t push too hard, and when you do, it’s always at the right times. Oh, and you’re always sure to bring him some proper food when you pop in to say hi. You do all these things and expect nothing in return.

You dig deeper than the flimsy mask he wears and you’re patient with these circles he finds himself running in. You don’t chase him, instead you stroll behind, cherishing the journey that you’ve found yourself on. In the end, he feels human with you.

“Did you eat something today? You look ghostly.” You giggle, holding up a bag, “I brought lunch, let’s eat.”

And it’s now, he thinks, it starts to fall into place, when he feels it the most. It’s almost as if when you’re around, a sense of peace washes over him, a feeling of calm that he can’t find anywhere else. It gives his soul a phantom sensation of being so tenderly held; of loving arms around him. It’s not just a physical sensation, but something deeper, something that touches his core.

It’s like he can feel his essence expanding, reaching out towards something unknown, as if they were two halves of the same whole. It’s a feeling of completeness, of being exactly where he’s meant to be. And when he breathes, it’s as if he’s inhaling remnants of himself; or rather, somebody foreign, yet so very familiar to him.

And it’s days like today where he craves this sound the most. Days where the world feels a little empty and dull. No amount of reverse techniques can mend the passing of a friend you once cherished so much. He doesn’t wanna listen to the talk of the surrounding people. He doesn’t want to boil in anger and sadness. And he especially doesn’t want to be left alone thinking about all the what ifs.

Like clockwork, you poke your head into this wintery office of his. You take a seat and push a bottle of water towards him, followed by a little sandwich that you probably made at home. You don’t say anything, allowing him to wither in the noise you bring. And little by little he nibbles quietly on the food you offer, sipping the water as he goes.

Your eyes find his when you break the silence, “Seriously, Satoru, are you okay?”

“Always.” He gave you a toothy grin, but his facade has grown to become useless against you.

In return, you give him a soft smile; a knowing one, “Whenever you’re ready, you know where to find me.”

Off you go again, into those trees to listen for something he can’t seem to find. His heart yearns for this sound that you speak of. It’s dire for him to know. He craves the calm you have and the peace you carry. And he wonders if you’ll ever give him a taste of it.

He lets himself linger in the essence you’ve left behind. Pondering on the events that have taken place over the months. You’ve so diligently taken care of everyone affected by the tragedy, and yet you still find the time to come to him and comfort him in a way he doesn’t know he needs.

Satoru sighs loudly, running a hand through his snowy hair. He asks himself if he could handle your death, if he could let you go. He also wonders if he’s looking too deep into this.

His heart reaches out to find your remnants, begging for your peace. It pleads for your calm and yearns for your ease. And this is when he almost subconsciously gets up to follow you along into your pillowy green song. His legs started to move before his mind could protest. It feels natural; it feels normal. Your vibrations linger on the path he follows and his roots guide him to his haven.

It’s in these woods Satoru has found his heart lies with you. It dances with you as you pull him in to move along to the sounds of your music. His heart sings a little out of tune with you in the mornings and it sways along to your memory. And as he delves deeper into these trees, the sound is clear to him more than ever.

He can hear the echoing hums that follow the wind, guiding it into the ears that are willing to listen. The leaves that dance and sing, and the life within them that stomps their feet. The wild flowers that do their best to keep up, giving to the little bees that decide to follow. And he sees how the sun shines brightly down on the whispers of the world, carrying its warmth to those who may need it.

This is where peace is found. And this is where the heart goes to heal, taking the sacred medicine and using it to prepare the soul for its next battle — whatever it may be. And this is exactly what Satoru needs; a cleanse of his broken heart. Far away from the bustling city life. It’s a place where time stands still and chooses to tenderly embrace the wandering spirits that pay it a visit.

Deep within is where he finds you, basking quietly in the light rays. Allowing your body to nourish itself with what’s offered to you. And during these scarce moments, Satoru has come to find that the music of the forest dwells within you, wherever you may be.

#𓂃 ⋆｡°﹆ ⁞ spirit writes #gojo u stupid cheesy man #i hate him sm #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojou x reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo x gn!reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you

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rinatic · 1 year

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Hello can i request mark as a boyfriend?

Thank you so much for requesting :)

Mark as a boyfriend

You two were friends

Not exactly best friends but you were comfortable with each other

After being caught up in work, mark felt bad because you two don't hang out anymore

It was for a kinda long period like two months

So mark decided to call you because he randomly thought about you

"Y/n, how about we hang out today? Kinda missed you haha :)"

And ofc you agreed to meet him because who wouldn't hang out with mark?

So he cleared his schedules for you

When he saw you for the first time after these months, he couldn't tell what changed about you, but you just became prettier and hotter

So when you talked, he would accidentally stare at you for too long and ask you to repeat what you said

That's when mark started falling in love gradually with you

In the following days, he would accidentally zone out thinking about it

He missed you a lot even though you guys literally text and face time every day

And you started hanging out more and more

Bro would be so awkward the more he falls in love

But it's cute

And the confession will be so cute actually

It will be a cherished but thought of as funny memory lol

Now moving on to bf mark

He would be so caring ???

He himself doesn't know that he's caring to the point of willing to help you with every little thing

Bro just discovered his protective nature and is kinda overwhelmed

Spends all his money on you

Like you suddenly realize how many accessories, clothing items you have

But you remember you didn't buy it

He just takes gift giving to the next level

Like literally ask for anything even a five million ring lol

You're so spoiled im jealous :(

WRITES. SONGS. ABOUT. YOU

No because imagine mark writing a song about you

Where he pours all of his emotions into his work

And you discover how romantic he is because boi where did you get these words from??

When you read it, you can't help but fold and melt lol

He would be so shy to show because he knows you will tease him

But it's actually so ??? You didn't know he loved you this much

He would say "i just wrote a song why you making a big deal.." but you definitely didn't notice the other sheets hidden there in his studio with the 'for y/n ♡' on them

Can i mention that when he's with you he actually melts?

Like he literally loves you so much

But he's so shy to form his love into words and demonstrate it

So it's a good thing he can write his feelings for you

On his phone, he has 'y/n tingz' in his gallery

Where he has pics of you doing anything

And it's what he looks at when he needs inspiration

127 and dream tease him so much its unbearable poor baby

Just save him from haechan lmao

Whe they meet you they're like "so you're y/n? Mark keeps blabbering about you all day" "mark is always talking about you like give us rest damn" "do you know that mark always talks about you in the group chat? I almost thought you were a new member"

And boi just turns into a tomato

He's also very funny

"Send a pic of your heart?" "Just say you want a boob pic" "no ma'am i asked for your HEART not my problem that it's behind your boobs 😤"

"My girlfriend didn't share her food with me :(((" "shut up mark you literally have your plate in front of you" "why so rude dude?? I can definitely tell you didn't MARK me in your heart"

"Did you just skip my song???" "No it's an nct song" "girl I'm in nct 😭" "wait you were in the sub unit for this song??" "Dude..." "not my fault youre in 23 member group"

"Mark can we hold hands?" "No I'm christian.." "why tf do you suddenly turn christian around me??! As if you don't write sex songs" "y/n????"

Anyways

You absolutely shake him up

He's extremely grateful that you're in his life

Like he just becomes a better version of himself everyday thanks to you

He also loves showing you off

Says "This is my girlfriend, y/n :)" so proudly

He also thinks that you deserve love

So he tries his best to shower you in love even if he's shy

He also thinks that you don't have to be insecure because you're so gorgeous

So he also makes sure that you're absolutely confident

He's very hardworking and wants to take his boyfriend role seriously

Provides for you

Because he really wants your relationship to develop into something more stronger

He treats you with a lot of respect

He's also fair, so you'll receive the same amount of love you give him

Gets lost in his thoughts while thinking about your future together

You're both his girlfriend and his best friend

He also acts confident all the time but on the inside, he's so scared that you'll find someone better and leave him

He has that hidden fear

So reassure him :(

Also

An attention seeker

He can't live without your attention

That's why the boys tease him by occupying you in their shit so you can forget about mark 😭

Poor boy doesn't realize that they're behind this at first

He'll think you're avoiding him and thinks too much deeply about the cause of this

"What did i do? 😟" so cuteeeee

Johnny is definitely the one behind all of this

Says the only way to make it for him is by cuddling

So he'll act in a cute way which is rare since he wants you to see him as mature

He's the cutest boyfriend ever awieeeeee

#nct #nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct u #nct mark #nct blurbs #nct reactions #nct boyfriend

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swimmingismywholelife · 5 months

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Minecraft Christmas

Summary: When you are unable to visit Gio for Christmas, you decide to spend it together in an unconventional way.

Warnings: lots of fluff

WC: 1.4K

A/N: 🎶 On the first day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, some fluff with Giovanni 🎶 Hi everyone and welcome to Ficmas! I thought I'd start it off with someone I've written for before, Gio Reyna! This fic is inspired by "Minecraft Christmas" by Area 11 ft Simon. This song is fire no I will not apologize for using it lol. I hope you guys like it, and I hope you stick around for the rest of Ficmas!

Link for the Song: Minecraft Christmas

"Cause it's a Minecraft Christmas time

Chilling with my buddies everyone is online

There's a whole world of joy and cheer

That's a very very very nice Christmas you're having-

A very, very, very nice Christmas (Woo-ooh)

A very, very, very nice Christmas we're having this year."

~~~

"No baby, get away! Don't look it's not time!" your boyfriend said, punching the air around you in an attempt to get you away from his house.

"But Gio, I'm impatient!" you whined. "I wanna see it now!"

"Babe, it's a Christmas surprise. You have 10 minutes left. All you gotta do is wait 10 minutes!" he said, punching holes in the ground right below you.

"Okay, okay! Stop trying to hit me I got diamonds on me, my guy!" you grumbled, turning back to your house as Gio punched the air triumphantly.

Christmas had been your favorite time of year since you were a kid. Something about the atmosphere just brought life and joy into your life. And Christmas with your boyfriend was even more magical than you could've dreamed of. Your families grew up in neighboring towns coincidentally, so once the two of you began dating, you always spent it together. And if Gio wasn't able to go home, you'd travel to him instead, celebrating the holidays in whatever city he was playing in at the time. You'd decorate his home with stockings, Christmas lights, and of course, a tree with whatever quirky ornaments you'd collected over the years. When it snowed enough, you'd have snowman building competitions followed by snowball fights of epic proportions. Gio was the perfect addition to a holiday you already treasured, making it all the more special to you.

Unfortunately, this year you weren't able to spend Christmas together. You tried your hardest to align his schedule with yours, but your job was horrendously understaffed and couldn't afford to have you off for the last few weeks of the year. It was aggravating considering how much extra work you'd been putting in specifically for the holiday off, but your manager just wouldn't budge. However, Gio was more than understanding, especially considering how much you traveled to be able to see him.

So instead of allowing this to dampen your Christmas spirit, the two of you were playing on a Minecraft server together. It was a pastime the two of you often indulged in as a way to combat the time zones and do fun things together. With a controller in your hand, headphones over your ears, and his face appearing on videochat on your PC, it was an unconventional yet fun way for you to spend Christmas together.

"If you blow up my house again, I'm gonna kill you," you grumbled, spinning in circles to kill the time.

"I wouldn't do that for Christmas. Maybe New Year's. You know, for fireworks or something," He retorted, making your jaw drop.

"That's so rude!" you said offended.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You call it rude, I call it festive."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "What am I gonna do with him?" you muttered to yourself.

"Hey, your life would be much more boring without me in it," he said nonchalantly.

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right. It had been a few years since you'd caught Gio's eye at a US friendly. He found you so breathtaking he literally fell for you, accidentally tripping over his own feet in front of the whole stadium. Despite the embarrassment he felt, it was worth the moment Gio saw the bright smile on your face. He was the cause of it, and he wanted to be the cause of it for the rest of your lives. He tossed you his jersey at the end of the game, along with his number, and the rest was history.

"Please," you scoffed, "you're the one who fell for me, not the other way around."

"We said we wouldnt bring it up anymore!" he whined, making you giggle. "It's Christmas, baby, you can't be doing this to me!"

"Technically, we have 2 minutes until Christmas," you smirked, making him pout on your screen.

"I spent all this time on your surprise and this is the thanks I get."

"And I'm the dramatic one he says," you rolled your eyes.

"Oh baby, you can come back now! We have one minute left!" Gio said excitedly.

You traveled the short distance, passing through the rainy area of the island you lived on and entering the snowy one of your boyfriend's. It was fitting considering it was Christmas Eve.

"How come your side gets snow and mine gets rain?" you asked him, making your way to his house. "That's so unfair."

"You're the one who decided to build aaaall the way over there, dude," you shrugged. "I told you to build right next to me but noooooo, you 'needed space.' Why do you need space?"

"Because you'd probably create a huge ass system to blow up my house every day, Giovanni," you said flatly, arriving in front of him. "I know you too well."

"Okay, I need you to start that Christmas playlist now." You rolled your eyes but complied, the music playing through the speakers for the both of you to hear. "Are you ready for this?"

"Give me all you got," you answered.

Gio checked the clock, beginning his countdown. "Three, two, one, Merry Christmas! Welcome to my humble abode!" He said proudly, opening the door to his home.

To say you were stunned was an understatement. Gio had really gone all out despite it only being a video game. His entire house was decorated as best it could with Christmas decorations: stockings on his little fireplace, Christmas light arrangements, dinner set on the table. He even went out of his way to make a Christmas tree. Just the way that he knew you loved to decorate your house.

"Wh-what is this?" you asked in shock, a smile forming on your face.

"It's a Minecraft Christmas!" he exclaimed, loving how happy you looked.

"When did you find all the time to do all of this?" you asked again, spinning around to really take in his work.

"I made time," he smiled. "I figured that if we can't spend Christmas together in person, at least we can do it in our house here. It's not the same, but the spirit is here all the same!"

You stared at him through the screen of your computer, touched that he went through the effort of doing all of this just to simulate Christmas together.

"Oh, I even got you a present! Open the chest!" he said excitedly.

You opened the chest to see a full set of armor, weapons, and he even went as far as making plenty of potions for your monster hunting and mining adventures, something the two of you frequented quite often.

"And I did it all myself. No creative mode necessary," he bragged.

"No way! This chest is full, G. This must've taken you weeks to get all the supplies!" you said in disbelief.

You could see him shaking his head. "Yep. I grinded for weeks to get all this stuff. But I don't care about that. I only get the best for my girl. It doesn't matter whether it's a present in Minecraft or the present I sent to your house. You deserve it all, baby."

Your eyes widened as you understood what he just said. "You sent a present to my house?! I thought you said you wanted to give me my present in person once I went to Germany again!"

Even through your phone screen, you could see Gio's eyes twinkling with excitement, just like a little kid opening his presents.

"Oh, you're still getting that present when you come back. But I saw this one and I knew I had to send it to you. It was meant to be here by tonight, but you know how shipping can be sometimes," he explained. "Either way, I'm glad I had this ready for you. I know how much you love seeing the house decorated. I even have snow blocks to build snowmen together in case it didn't end up snowing so we can still have our snowman friends!"

Christmas was indeed your favorite season. And having Gio was truly the best present that you could possibly ask for. He went above and beyond for you despite it only being in a video game, and it just showed how lucky you were to have him.

"Thank you for all of this. I love you, G," you said sweetly, smiling brightly at him.

"I love you too, Y/N. Merry Christmas," he replied, returning your smile. "Now let's eat this cake. I gotta regenerate my health before we fight off these creepers tonight!"

"What have we said about explosions on Christmas?!"

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