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eddiemunsonstan · 8 days

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Jerk Pt.1

!BullyEddie !Enemiestolovers !FemReader

Summary:You hate Eddie but you can't deny the fact that he's attractive,you're on the project together.

Warnings:Smoking,bullying(a bit i guess)

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Mrs. Smith looked at Eddie as he whined. "If you keep this up, you'll be grounded for the weekend, Munson." Eddie looked at you sitting diagonally across from him and talked whike he was rolling his eyes "It's better than being a partner with her."

When you heard this you laughed sarcastically and looked over your shoulder at Eddie who was already looking at you "It's nice we have the same thoughts" you showed him your middle finger.

When the recess bell rang, you gathered up your books and looked at Eddie as he walked by. "Hey, Jerk." Eddie stopped his steps and slowly turned around to look at you. “Don't call me that,weirdo.”

"Or?" you said with a smirk. Eddie rolled his eyes "Just tell me what the fuck are you gonna tell" you rolled your eyes just like him "We have to hand in the homework in 2 days and I don't want to fail the class because of a retard like you."

Eddie looked pissed off "If you want to be a partner, learn how to speak properly,you idiot." You looked at Eddie and crossed your arms "Why would I? I don't like you." Eddie sneered "Oh really,that made me so sad you stupid bitch".

This time you were annoyed too "You know what,I'll do the fucking homework on my own and you'll continue to fail the class,moron."y ou grabbed your bag,slammed yourself Eddie's shoulder and walked out of the classroom. He didn't care at all.

Hours had passed and you had been studying in the library for a long time trying to finish this stupid homework. You looked on your phone screen,took a deep breath and continued writing again. A few minutes later, with the books placed firmly on your desk, you looked straight ahead and saw Eddie. You were still angry at him, but it was a normal thing, you were always angry at each other.

"What the fuck do you want?" you asked aggressively. "To pass the fucking class" he answered while he was sitting next to you. You ignored him and turned back to your laptop,rolling your eyes. A few seconds later Eddie looked at you "So what are we doing?" No wonder he didn't follow the library rules-at all-,he was quite loud.

You frowned and whispered "Can't you just shut the fuck up?" He looked at you while he was playing with your pencil case "How are we suppose to study if I shut the fuck up?" You knew Eddie was like this,he was bored and found a great opportunity to make fun of you again. You exhaled deeply and mumbled to yourself as you tried to stay calm. You had no choice but to ignore him.

A few minutes later,just when you thought he was silent,he continued in the same tone of voice "What are you doing with all these pens?" every time he spoke people would tell you to be quiet and look at you judgmentally. You looked at him "Eddie can't you just lower your voice?" he looked at you and thank God he spoke in a quieter voice "But that's my tone.". You closed your eyes for a few second and looked at him back "Then just don't talk". He raised his hands slightly in the air and looked at you "Alright, promise." he looked around and took a deep breath,he was feeling bored. While you were carefully searching through the document, Eddie spoke louder than usual "Do you know how to play D&D?". You looked at him with anger "For God's sake Eddie!"

You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder and looked at Eddie "I can't believe we got kicked out of the library because of you." He looks at you "Because of me?You were the one who screamed my name" He hadn't expected it to sound this way when he uttered the sentence. He thinked about it for a few seconds and there were some things he liked about it.

You looked at him "Ugh,fuck you I'm going home you jerk." when you started walking,he looked after you and called out "I love you too,sunshine!" when you showed him your middle finger without turning around,he laughed and started walking in the opposite direction.

The next day,Eddie was putting his books in his locker,you walked over to him and looked at him "We have to finish this shitty homework till tomorrow so come over to my house after school and let's finish this shit." he rolled his eyes and closed his closet door "Am I going to come to your house?Like it's not just talking to you is annoying enough" when you gave him that sharp,angry look you always gave him,he took a deep breath "Fuck...Alright,just send me the address."

When the doorbell rang,you put out your cigarette and walked towards the door and smiled fakely when you saw Eddie in front of you "Welcome jerk". Eddie gave you the same fake smile "Shut your mouth". You closed the door behind him and pointed to the stairs, "Upstairs,second room on the right I'll be right back."

While you went to the kitchen,Eddie entered your room and looked around. Everywhere was full of band posters and albums. Iron Maiden was playing on the cassette player. It looked just like his room,only more expensive. He looked at the signed albums on the shelf "Shit…". You entered the room with two beer bottles in your hand,closed the door behind you and placed the beers on the table. Eddie looked at you while he was pointing the signed Black Sabbath album "Is this a replica or something?". You looked at him "No it's not". Eddie was regretting calling you a wannabe at one point. You were exactly the kind of girl he wanted,but you were both reluctant to admit it.

It's only been a few minutes since you were started to study and Eddie couldn't help but turn back to you "Do you play bass?" You hummed in agreement as you continued writing in your notebook, Eddie took a sip of his beer “You know,I have a band and-” You cut him off. "No,I like hanging out solo" he pursed his lips and just shook his head. "Still gonna call you poser" you laughed at what Eddie said and looked at him "Shut up".He smiled as you laughed "Wow, I didn't know you could do that."

You looked at him "I didn't even know you were even remotely funny either." He raised his eyebrows, "You don't know anything about me,little girl." As the conversation dragged on,you put down the pen in your hand and reached for the cigarette paper on the side. You sat back,put your feet up on the table and started rolling a cigarette "Fuck.that.homework".

Your oversize Dio t-shirt you were wearing covered your short underneath. It was like there's nothing underneath. The only thing covering your legs were your thigh socks. Eddie was examining all these details while you rolled your cigarette. When he came to himself a few seconds later,he felt like a complete pervert. He quickly turned his gaze away. You looked at him. “You normally never shut the fuck up and now you don't talk?” He smirked "I never shut the fuck up because you always telling me to shut the fuck up". You laughed loudly and took the lighter from the side "Freak." while you were enjoying the conversation,he was just in a weird mood,like he liked you.?

At the same time,you were still annoyed with each other. He just never give himself the chance to get to know you this closely. He watched you for a few seconds while you smoked your cigarette. "There's a concert at the metal bar this weekend,do you want to come?" You shrugged "Sure,why not 'best friend'" He chuckled at your speech,underlining the word "close friend". He took a sip of his beer. You both ignored your homework and were just chatting. From the very beginning, it seemed like you both wanted to say "I wish we had had this conversation earlier." but never did.

You put the Type O Negative tape into the cassette player. When I don't Wanna Be Me started playing you closed your eyes and sat back on the couch "I love this song".

"Yeah,me too" Eddie said. You turned your head to the side and looked at Eddie sitting right next to you and without wasting any time Eddie kissed you.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things

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saltygilmores · 8 months

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 21- Lorelai’s Graduation Day, Aka Lovesick Stepcousins In The Big City, Part 3

I'm cheering Rory on as she leaves school grounds, leaving these 35 year old classmates in the dust, and as she manages to pull it off under the eyes of two teachers or administrators. Yes yes yes! Well from here on out it's going to be pure Literati appreciation with only minimal anger and rage, you know, my usual shtick. That being said, when that happens I start to sound a little disjointed, like, this episode is so pure and precious and enjoyable that I really don't have much snarky commentary on it and I can just watch it. What am I without my snark powers?

Destiny awaits. In one of many examples of what I call "Gilmore Girls Poor"*, which is a term I coined myself for how AmyShermanPalladino views lower/middle class/urban/city life, Rory manages to end up in the Port Authority Bus Terminal in another dimension. The Alternate Dimension, 100% white, Spotlessly Clean, Nearly People-Free New York City Bus Terminal where she stared down a scary dude without being stabbed and she was offered a locker to store her book bag. (*More examples of GGP: In season 4, Jess is 19 years old, a high school dropout, and is living in a clean, rat and roach free, enormous New York City apartment with working utiltiies and large windows that in today's housing crisis people would murder him to get, he just needed a bed frame and to pick his shit up off the floor but we are supposed to believe its a crack den; Rory and Lorelai live in a beautiful home and eat take out and restaurant food every day on nothing more than an innkeeper's slary)

This was cute. Rory the little mouse getting ignored by city folk. I love it so much.

I think AmyShermanPalladino inserted this smoking guy to make it look like Rory was in a rough part of town. Someone finally gives our little mouse an abrupt answer on how to get to Washington Square Park where she can meet her stepcousin and her destiny.

The little smirk before he turns around! And then, and then...and then...the big grin when he sees her!

I am STARVING for stepcousins!!!!!! ..And the Emmy Award for the whitest words ever spoken on teleivison goes to Alexis Bledel, as Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls:

Baring his naked forearms like a saucy strumpet. Book sticking awkwardly out of his back pocket. He either finds the smallest books or has the roomiest ass pockets that he keeps pulling that off. How does he do that?

This is all so precious and pure I could die.

He is RAPT with attention listening to her silly stories. Show me where Dean or Logan ever paid this much attention to her telling one of these stories.

We know, Bubs. We know :(

Red alert! Red alert! Our first display of physical contact!

Jess says he eats from this hot dog cart every day. Let's unpack this: 1) Holy child neglect, Batman! I mean, Liz Danes. You can't even make your kid a peanut butter and jelly sandwich once in a while? This boy is feral. These are survival hot dogs. This may be all he can afford to eat on his own. 2) How are you still as skinny as a rail? 3) How's your blood pressure? 4) Where are you getting the money?

This sweet bubba unquestionably paid for Rory's lunch like a true gentleman.

I refuse to acknolwedge any sort of Behind the Scenes Hollywood mumbo jumbo like "Milo wasn't ACTUALLY eating the hot dog" or “umm, it’s a prop hot dog”. i am firmly committed to a scenario where everyone on the set for this episode was like "Milo our precious vegetarian baby boy we will get you a tofu hot dog to eat"

Ending this chapter with this adorable face.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #lorelais graduation day #rory gilmore #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia #denise rewatches gilmore girls #literati #step cousins #my heart is bursting #hot dog #feral child #why isn’t Jess in school #he ate a hot dog in the movie Armored #I saw him deep throat the thing #tofu dog or commitment to the part that he will ingest meat for a role

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soloorganaas · 2 years

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what are your thoughts about sirius black and gender and class and trauma and toxic relationships and british homophobia and mental illness and kill the gays tropes and the suffocation of hope and found family

ALRIGHT DANI LETS GO

exec summary: JKR’s class anxiety is a big part of her bigotry and her punishment of characters who run away from her. it shapes a specific set of rules, which Sirius breaks in more ways than most other characters, and it draws out a hatred from JKR that leads her to punish him through her writing in painfully particular ways. that includes inflicting brutal tragedy on the heavily implied/coded queer relationship he has with remus, in a kill your gays trope that is peak 90s/00s. and so Sirius’s storyline overall becomes a morality lesson for queer/enby/neurodivergent kids that teaches them whatever love or found family they have will inevitably be destroyed - and they deserve it

~ spicy meta essay below the cut ~

JKR and class anxiety

class divides people in the UK to such an extreme extent its bizarre for people outside to conceptualise. like most of Europe we had centuries of strict class hierarchies, but ours never got entirely broken down because we never got rid of the royal family and aristocracy. class is such a strong form of division that we truly 'other' people from another class to us and generally avoid the excruciating ordeal of mixing with someone from a class different to us. this isn’t always the case - i know people reading this will feel differently - but it is predominant in the middle class

middle class in the UK is entirely different to the US. it's not at all about income, it's about identity markers that signal you are better, more well to-do, more refined than people of a lower class than you. the majority of the UK are working class, so the middle class work hard at the idea they're better than everybody. except, obviously, the upper class, who they will never be as good as under these rules, so instead they aggressively enforce them to try and cling onto power over those below them. think white Republican women

the middle class enforce this generally through keeping everyone and everything in a nice and tidy box. a good education, a respectable job, a large (but not extravagant! that would be chavvy) house, nice (but not flashy! also chavvy) cars, modest and neat clothes that don't draw too much attention, excruciating and often fake politeness. the most important thing in being middle class is not drawing attention to yourself. if you're loud, if your appearance is out of the norm, if you're queer or trans, if you're disabled, if you're neurodivergent, then god help you. you will be abused and shunned (i'm not joking, this happened to me by my school). this interacts with race in a very complicated way which i am absolutely not qualified to speak on, and isn’t relevant to Sirius, so I won’t be attempting to talk about it - but I don’t want to erase the fact that it exists.

JKR grew up working class but gained so much wealth and notoriety in an educated profession that she shifted to middle class, which is unusual to the point of being forbidden. so when she wrote the later books especially, her need to firmly, clearly follow middle class rules in order to gain acceptance bleeds through her writing

JKR hates Sirius

Sirius breaks every single one of nice middle class rules. every single one. and offensively so. and she hates him for it. I don't think it's a coincidence she only made him a shunned aristocrat until she became famous and classism rose to the forefront - she wanted that power for herself, and she'd never have it, so she punished him for it

Sirius is loud. he's brash. he's talkative. he's argumentative. he's mentally ill. he's neurodivergent. he's gay. he doesn't give a fuck about gender roles. he's extreme, coded a thousand times over as manic depressive. he's unapologetic about all of it. and she can't stand it. no one is allowed to be like that - and especially not the madman side character she created just to provide some spicy background for Harry

so JKR does what every bigoted classist Brit does in this situation and silently, viciously, hatefully and passive aggressively punishes Sirius. she has every character shame him for all his rule-breaking traits by patronising him, looking down on him, criticising him, humiliating him, belittling him, all because he is apparently incapable of being trusted by normal society. Molly is literally JKR's mouthpiece for this, passively aggressively keeping Sirius in line, and getting away with it because she's so sweet and loveable no one ever sees her as a bigot. I have met one hundred thousand women like in her my lifetime. so has JKR. she knew exactly what she was doing

why would these characters turn on him like this, though? Sirius is highly competent, incredibly intelligence and very astute, as shown over the previous books, and both the characters and readers know that. so it has to be something else, something that overrides all of that

it's because of who he is, and that's what we absorb between the lines of the book. that who Sirius is is wrong, and people like him will inevitably be shunned by society around them

12GP, mental illness and Sirius's death

Sirius is (quite literally) characterised as mad, and it's used as a justification for punishing him. by OotP his rebelliousness is explained as a sign of instability. and by god - that instability is toxic. so he's locked in a madhouse for his own good (to keep him alive! to protect Harry!). he's then tortured as painfully as possible to drive him even madder, leading him to the inevitable conclusion of bringing about his own death through his irresponsibility. he has to die, because he has to face the consequences for rebelling

the way that JKR weaves his rule-breaking and depiction of "madness" together is intentional, and truly vile. it's evident in the sharp contrast of his characterisation in PoA/GoF and OotP. he's coded as mentally ill and neurodivergent from the first time we hear of him. he's portrayed as a man of manic depressive extremes (I wrote a bipolar meta here talking about this in more detail), and is clearly suffering from PTSD. we can assume this continues in GoF

alongside all of this, he is so smart, competent and compassionate he manages to keep himself alive and hidden from the ministry whilst living outdoors, basically figures out the entire GoF plot through newspapers and a few rushed conversations through the fire, and is single-mindedly dedicated to his godson

in OotP he is a fundamentally different person - not in a way that is caused by mental illness, but genuine changes in his core character, however it’s still characterised as mental illness. so it becomes justifiable to punish him, to restrict him, to criticise and curtail and humiliate him

and most of all the traits JKR hates about Sirius so much are part and parcel of being bipolar (and also having ADHD, which he's implied to have as well). bipolar people are capable of extraordinary feats when we're manic, which aren't always bad - like, for example, breaking out of a wizarding prison! being on the run for two years just for take care of your godson! we feel everything incredibly deeply - like, for example, devotion to the point of death for your friends, strong emotional reactions to them being mistreated! we have tendencies towards being incredibly creative, smart, and making intellectual leaps that are impossible for other people, all of which are traits Sirius has that make him such an extraordinary wizard, and person. he literally wouldn't be who he is without neurodivergence, and yet JKR portrays it as an entirely negative characterisation, a punishable offence

kill the gays - queer and mentally ill people will never be happy, and they don't deserve to be

Sirius and Remus's story is about two traumatised, scared, lonely kids doomed to be outcasts forever, until they find acceptance and love in found family, and each other. that is the story of every fucking queer kid growing up before like 2015, and everyone now who doesn't live in a liberal town. we look at that story and we know it, we feel it in our bones. i could will write an essay about this in itself but for now:

the way that that story should play out is Sirius and Remus getting to grow up and begin adulthood in a stable environment where they can slowly unlearn their trauma, toxic coping mechanisms and/or terrible relationship models, and form a healthy, mature and long-lasting relationship with each other. but they don't get the chance to do that, because of the First War, and instead their unstable and immature relationship is put under an existential pressure it could never have survived

okay. but then we should be able to see them slowly, if painfully, recover from and/or learn to live with the impacts of that war and eventually get to a stable place where they can deal with their formative trauma as well. except Sirius goes off to be tortured for 12 years, and Remus is sentenced to living as a lonely, isolated and unsupported outcast, who’s lost everything good that he gained in his life

okay... but then when they're finally released from this slice of hell frozen in time for 12 years, they should be able to spend the rest of their lives, guess what? fucking recovering from it all, and maybe, perhaps, being able to salvage a healthy relationship from it. instead they get thrust into another war, where every bit of trauma they've already gone through is magnified, and they have one (1) year together in absolutely awful circumstances before Sirius is killed

at every single turn in their story queer and/or ND people are taught that they will never find safety. they will never be given a reprieve and the chance of stability and happiness they see others have. it's not on the cards for them. it is simply not possible. JKR hams this home three fucking times. it’s brutal. it’s vicious. it’s beyond what anyone should ever have to go through. it’s entirely unnecessary for the plot. it is just punishing them for who they are

it’s a trope we all know well from that era, but the fact that it’s used as a punishment for so many other aspects of Sirius's character is what makes it so doubly awful

conc

nothing about what JKR did to Sirius was an accident. it was deliberate, it was targeted. and it has very, very real impacts on kids growing up reading those books

we should be learning that what makes us different is nothing to be ashamed of, that everyone is different in some way, that difference is all a matter of perspective, that you should be allowed to express every aspect of who you are without so much as a comment, let alone stigma. we should be learning that in a world which doesn't afford us that luxury, we can still build our own sanctuary where we can have that, full of found family and meaningful, lasting love. we should be seeing people like us unlearn the harmful ideas they absorbed growing up so we learn how to do that as well; we should be learning what people like us look like in relationships; we should be made to believe, in our very bones, that happiness is possible for us

instead we watch someone who we see ourselves in be tortured, humiliated, punished and denied every ounce of happiness until their premature death

Sirius deserved better, we all deserved better, and i'll never be quiet for a fucking moment about it lest this wrongdoing go ignored

#finally answering this #it required SO much thought #and it made me really sad #so it took a minute #but it's important #sirius black #wolfstar #harry potter #ty for the ask bb #ch: we choose who we really are #hp #hp meta #meta

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vincess-princess · 8 months

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in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 13.

Word count: 3073 Warnings: a bit of violence, i guess? A/N: hi hello it's me just a month after the previous chapter. my classes started and every day im running to work and then to uni across the entire city like a headless chicken so i don't really have much energy for anything else. but i'm gonna try hard to keep posting semi-regularly at least!

Vince’s guess proved true when he climbed the stairs to the hatch and peered outside. The pirates gathered in the middle of the deck in a circle, and within it there was movement and frequent, irregular clunking, each eliciting cheering or booing from the pirates. Occasionally he could hear Nikki shout. Vince hesitated a bit, pretty convinced it would be unwise to show up after Nikki so explicitly disapproved of it, but his bitterness over the recent humiliation prevailed and he climbed onto the deck and walked behind pirates’ backs until he distinguished Mick’s.

“Vince? Whatcha doing here?” Mick asked, startled when Vince patted his shoulder.

“Wanted to see what’s going on. I’m always missing all the fun.”

“Well, you have. Happy now?” Mick wanted to add something, but his voice drowned in Nikki’s yelling.

“Tom, are you trying to show us a minuet here? What’s all this leg-kicking? Feet firmly on the floor, shoulder-width apart, knees bent, or you’ll get knocked down immediately! Bobby, push him! See, you almost fell! You gotta be steady as a mountain or you’ll get trampled. Get in the stance now. Lower! Bend your goddamn knees! Alright, that will do. Bobby, push him again. See? Didn’t sway a bit. Now keep that in mind as you go for another round. Three, two, one, go!”

The clunking resumed.

“Oh yes. Finally it’s not me he’s yelling at. But – fencing lessons on a pirate ship, really? And you all are fine with him bossing you around like that?”

“Well,” Mick sighed, “you too admitted that the motherfucker is damn good. And you can’t let your skill go rusty, not in our walk of life. Besides, it’s a good way for the guys to blow off steam.”

“Can’t wait to see you in action.” The respect the crew and even the captain held for the cook was obvious, and Vince was dying to know what caused it. Mick didn’t look much of a fighter, but pirates were the kind of people who only respected brutal force, so there must have been something Vince couldn’t see – not yet, at least.

“You won’t,” Mick ruthlessly thwarted his hopes. “Twenty years ago, maybe. Now my bones won’t let me.”

“You don’t take part in raids then?”

“Close combat is not the only way to take down an enemy, y’know.” Mick patted his holster. No other explanation was needed.

They watched Tom lose to Bobby again when the wooden sword of the latter smashed into his wrist with a crack – hopefully the crack of wood – making him cry out and drop his weapon. His opponent was two heads taller, his arm as thick as Tom’s leg. Tom wasn’t capable of taking his opponent down by force no matter how hard he tried.

“The right stance here won’t help, not with their size difference,” Vince told Mick. “His endurance is also lacking. The longer the fight, the smaller his chance to win. The guy’s only hope is speed. He needs to focus on that.”

Mick gave him a long, hard look.

“You really think you know better than Nikki? He took you down in a couple minutes.”

“I know my theory.” Vince shrugged. “He, on the other hand, seems to be an intuitive type. He honed his own skill to perfection, sure, but he’s got gaps in his overall knowledge of the craft. For example, how it can be readjusted for different body types.”

“Well, your ‘knowledge of the craft’ didn’t help you much,” Mick said sharply. Then, seeing Vince’s hurt expression, softened somewhat. “You better keep it to yourself. Nikki’s not gonna like it if you go around undermining his superiority like that.”

“No one would listen to me anyway,” Vince huffed. “He made sure of that.”

“I wouldn’t be so convinced,” Mick smiled mysteriously.

“What do you mean?”

But the old pirate refused to elaborate no matter how hard Vince tried, and soon Vince gave up and switched his attention to the new pair of fighters in the ring. Slash and Duff were inseparable even during the training, Vince thought, as he watched them get into positions.

This fight was quite a bit fairer, as Slash’s almost snake-like agility compensated somewhat for Duff’s height and weight advantage. It could only do so much, though: multiple times he got too close to Duff to land a blow powerful enough to knock down, and imminently had to retreat when facing a counterattack.

“Are there, like, rules for the fight?” Vince whispered to Mick. “Or just freestyle?”

“Only one: the fight goes on until one is downed or disarmed.”

“No prohibited moves, nothing?”

Mick looked at him like he was an idiot. “The only exception is the eyes. Everything else is fine, as long as they don’t get too excited. Limit them now, they will never show their full potential in a real fight.”

“And if someone gets seriously injured?”

“With a wooden stick? Don’t be ridiculous. Anyone who’d let that happen doesn’t belong on the Shout. And Izzy’s here eating our food for a reason.”

Vince involuntarily searched the crowd for the skinny, black-clad surgeon. To his surprise, next to him he spotted a familiar ginger head.

“So almost everything is off limits then.”

“I’ve been trying to say that the whole time.”

“Then why doesn’t Slash go for Duff’s crotch? He’s gotten close enough several times by now. Duff’s completely open, he won’t have the time to parry or dodge. It’s so obvious - but Slash doesn’t seem to notice.”

Mick looked at him with amusement.

“Damn, you’re vicious. Maybe he just doesn’t want to be a dick, you ever thought of that?”

“Alright, not the crotch,” Vince backed down, belatedly realizing that he too wouldn’t want to do it to a friend. “The knee’s open as well, and you can topple anyone with a well-placed strike there- Oh. That must have hurt.”

Duff’s sword collided with Slash’s shoulder with a loud crash, kicking the weapon out of his hand and almost knocking him to the ground. Slash staggered back, grasping at the hurt shoulder with his left hand and cursing like… well, like a sailor.

“Sorry, mate!” Duff raised his hands in an apologetic gesture, but Slash spat on the deck in disdain, turned his back on Duff and walked away proudly, plopping down onto a bench just a few feet away from Vince and Mick. Duff frowned, but didn’t follow him; instead he handed over his sword to the next combatant and disappeared in the opposite part of the crowd.

“Slash, you gotta learn to lose!” Vince heard Nikki’s voice. “And also work on your grip!”

Pirates in the circle laughed. When Slash showed them the middle finger, they laughed louder. Vince swallowed a lump of yearning in his throat; it slid down his chest and stomach, coating his insides in cold slime. This laughter was so different from what he was always getting. Not jeering and mocking, but light-hearted and good-natured, the one you would hear from your friends when you trip over. But they weren’t his friends and would never be.

Vince hastily kicked the unwanted emotion into the back of his mind and forcefully smoothened the frown on his face before turning to Mick and speaking to him as cheerfully as he could.

“Wow. Did I just see the inseparable couple separate?”

“That’s not for long,” Mick waved his hand. “Slash only gets pissed at Duff when he loses, which is almost always. But he comes around quickly. Wait and see, they’ll be thick as thieves in an hour again.”

“Well, no wonder he loses all the time. His grip is fine, perfecting it further won’t yield much use. His problems stem from trying to use a strategy not fit for his capabilities. He’s pushing forward like he’s got all 200 pounds in him, and of course it doesn’t work. He should make use of his agility instead.”

Mick sighed.

“Do you just turn a deaf ear to me every time I open my mouth? You won’t like it if Nikki learns you’ve been shit-talking him. That includes talking to me. You never know who might be listening nearby.”

Vince couldn’t help but look around suspiciously, a chill creeping down his spine. There were several pirates nearby, but all of them were captivated by the fight. Were – or just pretended to be?

Then he looked back at Mick and grew even more uneasy.

“You wouldn’t…?” he trailed off, recalling everything he told Mick over those days on the Shout. Were Nikki to learn some of that, Vince would be fucked.

Not a muscle moved on Mick’s face, but his features as though sharpened, lines on his face deepened, and the chilling-blue gaze turned outright freezing.

“I’m not a snitch, princess. I know how to keep my mouth shut. That’s why I lasted so long here.” He looked away, crossing his arms on his chest. “You know, if Nikki had learned about your midnight stroll, you wouldn’t be sleepin’ in the galley no more.”

“Oh. Right.” Vince’s guts twisted into a knot. Did he just turn away the only friendly face on this ship? “Sorry, man. I never thought you’d do something like that.”

“Thinking is not a sin. Running your mouth before you think is.” Mick’s voice was still cold, sending Vince further down the anxiety spiral.

“How many more ways of saying ‘shut up’ can you invent?” Vince scrambled to come up with a joke to test the waters. To his relief, corners of Mick’s mouth curved into a smile.

“Definitely not enough for you to actually do it.”

“Well, who else is going to provide you with unwelcome yet high-quality commentary then?” Vince smiled, feeling the knot in his stomach loosen. This felt damn close.

Mick let out an exaggerated sigh. “If only you did your goddamn job with the same zeal… Y’know, if you’ve got so much energy to spare, maybe I should increase your workload?”

“I don’t like the direction this conversation is taking.”

“The only way to stop a conversation is to-“

“Fine, fine!” Vince groaned. “I’m shutting up.”

They watched a few more pairs of fighters. The majority of them were surprisingly decent, somehow turning the absolute lack of technique into their advantage. Those that didn’t manage to do so probably didn’t last long in this profession. Some, like Axl, functioned entirely on uncontained rage, which worked up to an opponent intrepid enough not to piss his breeches at the sight of an armed to the teeth pirate charging at him with insane eyes and a naked blade. Judging by how long Axl managed to last on the pirate ship, though, this tactics must have been working pretty well.

The ring emptied, and a strange silence descended on the ship for a moment before the pirates erupted in exulted cries. Vince couldn’t understand what caused it until a few seconds later, when he saw Nikki and Tommy walk into the ring, wielding real, steel rapiers.

“No way,” Vince could only mumble, watching them get into positions. “They’ll kill each other.”

“Relax, princess.” Mick looked at him condescendingly. “They do it all the time. Haven’t had any accidents.”

“Yet.” Not that Vince would mind Nikki getting impaled or, God bless, even killed, but it was much more likely to happen to Tommy, and, as backhanded and humiliating his protection was, it was still protection. Mick could only help Vince when on his territory; behind the closed doors of Nikki’s cabin Tommy was the only one capable of bringing Nikki to his senses.

“They know what they’re doing. You’ll see.”

The two pirates drew their rapiers.

Last time Vince only saw Nikki and Tommy in action together was at a periphery of his vision that was already clouded with rage, and then Nikki got him too fast to really understand anything except that he was damn good. Now Vince could see them properly, and that sure was a sight.

They started off slowly, even languidly, rapiers pointing to the ground, steps soft. Tommy attacked first – leaped forward, rapier flashing in the sun. Nikki ducked, his hair flying; a loud clank, and Tommy jumped back just as effortlessly, grinning from ear to ear.

Almost immediately – another strike, a whoosh in the air, another rapid retreat. Tommy pranced around Nikki like a young thoroughbred, showering him in quick, untargeted stabs, never too long in one place for Nikki to land a counterattack yet neither gathering enough momentum to penetrate Nikki’s defense. Not that it was even possible: not once had Nikki opened up enough for Tommy to land a hit, firmly standing his ground, parrying with short, precise movements, never move more than a step away from his original position. If Tommy wanted to exhaust him through endless attacks, he only achieved the opposite. His style would have worked on someone with worse reflexes or less steady stance; Nikki had neither of those things, so Tommy’s strikes, flashy as they were, grew shallower and more predictable as he depleted his energy. He wasn’t really to blame for this, though: so far Vince couldn’t spot any fault in Nikki’s move set, detect a single miscalculated movement. There really was not much to be done in this case.

Tommy must have grown tired and lost his focus, but Vince spotted the moment Nikki shifted his weight forward to counterattack earlier than the first mate. Chary and discreet – unexperienced fighters would even think lazy - in his movements before, now he charged forward with such force the lines of his silhouette blurred for a split second. Vince flinched, as if it was his stomach the cold steel was going to pierce. There was no way Tommy could parry that.

And Tommy didn’t. He swirled in place, turning his body sideways – rather awkwardly, but it worked. Nikki’s rapier stabbed the air mere inches away from his skin and withdrew just as rapidly when he returned back into his initial position, restoring the defense sacrificed for a daring move.

The pirates cheered and clapped. Vince looked at Mick round-eyed.

“This isn’t a performance. It’s real.”

“Of course, it’s real. This ain’t a circus.”

“He almost got him.”

“The key word here is ‘almost’.”

“A fraction of a second later, and we’d be wiping Tommy’s guts off the deck now.”

Mick pursed his lips in exasperation. “You don’t have to watch if you’re so faint-hearted. Nobody invited you in the first place.”

“It’s not about me,” Vince bristled. “It’s about your captain and first mate fighting to death and you all just watching.”

“Since when you’re so worried about them?” Mick narrowed his eyes. “Do you want me to think all your shaking and sniveling and midnight walking is just a show then? Because you go on like this, I might just start thinking that.”

Vince froze, mouth half-open. Yeah, he’d rather Mick spat him in the face than say something like that. And he thought hearing the faking accusations from Tommy was hurtful. Turned out it was a splinter next to Mick’s backstab.

“You think I’m faking?” he asked, his voice two tones higher than he wanted it to be. “You think I’m secretly enjoying it?”

Mick rolled his eyes. “No. I don’t think anyone would enjoy that. But to me, you do get too dramatic about it. A whore gets the same treatment as you every night, but you don’t see them lining up to throw themselves off the docks. And their pay usually only covers food and lodging, which you get for free here, so no benefits in that either.”

“You’re saying I’m overreacting.”

“I’m saying that you don’t realize how much worse it could have gotten for you if Nikki hadn’t decided to keep you here. You think they’d waste your pretty ass away at a plantation, like the rest of your crew? Ha. There are things that even whores won’t do, and that’s where slaves come in. And from what I’ve seen on you, Nikki’s actually pretty mild in that regard.”

“You call that mild-“ Vince began indignantly when a loud thump interrupted him, drawing his and Mick’s attention back to the fight.

Nikki, who up to this moment kept tight defense with only a few quick attacks here and there, went into assault. If Vince hadn’t seen him in that state before, the sudden change in demeanor from what seemed as careful and unwieldy, sluggish even, would have come as a very unpleasant surprise. It would also most likely be the last surprise of his life. Nikki’s blade moved so fast it was more akin to a silvery gust of wind; his whole body was like a string, receptive to so much as blinking of the opponent, almost predicting it. A chill creeped down Vince’s spine: he didn’t even realise during their incredibly short clash how damn deadly the pirate captain was. It even seemed as if he was purposefully holding back during their fight.

Tommy held up to his second-in-command status pretty well, though. It was clear how much his movement coordination lacked compared to Nikki, but his reaction and distance perception were incredibly well-developed for a self-taught former child beggar. His technique, or rather the mastery with which he employed the lack thereof, would first induce a heart attack in Vince’s swordsmanship teacher, who then, after being brought back to his senses, would offer to teach the ingenious savage free of charge. It wasn’t a surprise Tommy stood out among the rest of the pirates, and it was pretty clear Nikki chose him as his first mate not just because he and Nikki were a thing.

But the continuous attacks of the first half of the fight exhausted Tommy, and now Nikki made sure he didn’t have a single moment to catch his breath. Vince could see Tommy’s movements grow jerky and spasmic, his reaction time getting longer. His imminent defeat was a matter of a couple of minutes.

Vince’s estimate was very close: one hundred and fifty-two seconds later (he counted) Tommy miscalculated a step and ended up closer to Nikki than he intended. The punishment for the mistake was fast and merciless. The rapier rattled against the wood of the deck as Tommy collided with it with a loud crash and a pained groan. Nikki stepped up, lined the tip of his rapier with Tommy’s twitching Adam’s apple.

“You lose,” he said, smiling.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars #motley crue fanfiction #my writing #in darkness shall you be reborn #it really feels like my writing from half a year ago (this chapter) is so much better than my current writing #i havent been writing much lately (not of my own will) because i have no energy left for it #and what i read i read in russian #so my english gets worse #i dont even scroll tumblr much

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luffythinker · 4 months

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me finding out doja is canceled but writing this anyway wrote a smutty fic for this song hope you get some kind of enjoyment from my shitty writing im sorry in advance

Under the soft, colorful lights of UA's school prom, a spacious dance floor buzzed with excited and nervous 2nd years. The music had switched to something bumping fitting the atmosphere of a club courtesy of Present Mic and Midnight as chaperones.

Among the mostly elegant dressed students, some who were sharing laughter. creating memories and all that was Hanta, he’s dressed in black with a tie that matched his hero costume colors (yellow with a white slanted line and black on the bottom) alongside him was Denki in a pale gray suit with a vest. Both boys had to keep something of their style instant so for preference reasons only Denki had on converse chucks (they were called white but they looked sort of yellow to him) while Hanta opted for dark ankle length lace up boots.

They swayed to the beat, moving closer until their bodies were chest to chest. Fingers intertwined.

Hanta felt some extreme strength in leading Denki around the dance floor; they refused to switch out partners even for the close friends they passed who were also getting down together. (Kirishima,Bakugou,Mina,Jirou, the squad.) He wasn't willing to change for anything. He’d already told himself being selfish was the game plan tonight.

Continuing to let his protectiveness of his dance partner lead his mind, he danced them further towards the middle of the floor.

Hanta leaned his face down eager to plant a tender kiss on Denki's lips. Nothing new, just the usual passion.

He knew it made Denki's heart race by how his shoulders jumped a little bit. God he's so adorable. Hanta hoped someone would catch them too- he wanted nothing more than for everyone to see how he could make the lightning boy of class A look like a complete deer in headlights.

“Show him off” repeated in his head.

The feeling of adoration he held for his friend was intoxicating, like a potent wine clouding his judgment. Their actions hadn't gone unnoticed either, Denki could feel their eyes lingering in the air around them just as Hanta did. He must have felt an embarrassing urge to distance himself cause he tried to pull away looking around. However Hanta wasn't about to allow him to pull away completely, he firmly gripped his hand tighter and held him close.

Their glances met, honey eyes to dots.

Denki still looks puzzled while the world continues without them.

"What?" He whispers gently, the desire to be a tease traced into every feature of his gritted smile. "Are you scared because they're watching?"

The question brought a faint blush to Denki's cheeks like rose petals dusted over his freckles. He lightheartedly stammered, trying to find the correct thing to describe his overwhelmingness.

"Why do you want them to see us?" He finally let out, "It's sort of embarrassing, you know?" He'd be scratching his forehead if he hadn’t been quick about grabbing his hands. He's not going anywhere.

How to respond, of course a sly toothy smile is in order. He wants to engrave something in Denki tonight. He doesn't know what that means but he knew what it meant once they stepped off the dance floor to the bathroom. Their hearts, captured like a still frame in their young love story. He just loved those sparkly eyes looking up at him from the tilted bathroom floor, on his knees tongue lapping up pre-cum from a fresh blowjob.

"I'm in love with these sweet tattys you got here," Denki admits tongue circling on his inked lower stomach. It's black spiderwebs. "It's so stupid but it looks so hot on you." he continues his loud thought, laughing, going back down to take him in his mouth for a minute.

It’s more than a minute he’s taking him in his mouth, down his throat, swallowing him whole.

He feels so good. Denki is so good… "Jesus Denks, stand up and turn around." It's not going to be a quickie either. He wants him slow and he wants to take his time on him.

The music is so loud you can hear it in the bathroom but he's not listening to it, he's listening to his sweet boy's cracked voice.

"Hahh..f-fuck bro.." Denki stutters out, face scrunched up in feeling. His fingers dig into Denki's skin on his ass, he holds his lower body which he has to mention has spread out freckles from hip to cheek. He holds him still while he pumps himself in and out at a mild pace.

Not too fast, not too slow. He’s gotta feel it before he really gets it.

Denki whines bare chest being pushed against the lock, face against the door of the bathroom stall. "Just do it when you get ready, I don't care.." Sparks literally flying from his little lightning bug who's skin is becoming hotter with each quickened slap of his hips. Hanta leans over him so he can kiss him sloppily, first he goes for his neck before guiding his face to his mouth.

He needs to get in one real kiss before he goes ballistic.

Denki holds Hanta’s hand that’s over his hip while he speeds up. The sound is so disgustingly lewd he’ll forgive that they’re doing this here and not in his room.

There’s something sexy about doing it in a public place anyway.

"I want you,” He voices. “it's been so lonely without you dude." Sweat decorates them both while whimpers and held in cries complement Denki only. "We need to stay away from each other like this longer so when...when we do this again it's good... y...yeah?"

He gets no answer.

Denki's brain is buzzed, he hears him but he feels him more than anything. His fingers cruel against the pale door trying not to fuck it up and grab the lock by acident. His legs trimble, he moans while Hanta slots himself deep inside of him, filling him up.

"D-du...de dudedudedudedude! F-ucking! fuck!" Denki swears, finally making another sound beside babbling. He empties himself on the floor because who gives a fuck? the janitor can give a fuck cause right now neither of them do.

Denki's limp after a few more trimmers. Hanta can feel the static on his dick, against popular belief it's kinda fucking good? It doesn’t super hurt but the pain is kinda nice. (maybe he’s just a slut for pain) His hands curl around the smaller body holding him close. Denki's hair sticks to his skin along with Hanta's lips. It's salty he doesn't care, he wants to kiss him forever if that's even possible.

"Love you so much." He whispers into Denki's skin so he knows he hears him through his high. "So so so much."

nsfw content!!

pls don't EVER call your writing shitty again when you just gave us a MASTERPIECE, this is beautifully written

must i say the use of "dude" during sexy times makes this 100000% better btw

okay this was so good, omg... i honestly have no words just thank you!!!

#serokami #hanta sero #denki kaminari #bnha #mha #rei replies

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paridoliaaa · 2 years

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howdy may i rq an obey me head-cannon with mammon, levi and simeon ?

something like mc naturally having that intimidating subconscious glare and the body language just naturally scares everyone around them, how would those 3 react if mc single handedly takes out a big ass demon who tries to pick on luke ?

fem! mc or gn! mc if you’re uncomfortable with it, thank youu - 👺anon

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OOO YES 👺 ANON IM ROCKIN WITH THIS REQ

tbh i've been waiting for someone to request sim, i fucking love that dude so tysm for the req 💗💗

AND AN INDEPENDENT AND STRONG MC??? ILY FOR THAT MWAH 😽

as per usual, we have my normal long ass intro abt i'm so sorry if anyones ooc, and again as always if you sent this req and would like me to make any modifications, please please let me know! id be happy to change to meet your expectations 👺 anon <33 i am so sorry for the delay, I was super busy this weekend 👁. also if you don't want an nonplatonic relationship in these PLEASE TELL ME. i'll fix it no problem!!

Content Warning(s): Fem!MC, MC is a whole badass, swearing, mentions of harassment, teeny teeny small dash of blood/fighting, huge ass RAD student and higher level demon gets his ass handed to him by MC, his name is Chad bc i'm unoriginal 💀, swearing, and this very long content warnings section (it deserves the warning i'm so sorry-)

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When you showed up to the Devildom the first time, it was no surprise everyone and their dogs were just a liittleee bit intimidated by you. Nothing personal, honestly, it was just the way your face rested, like you held a deep personal grudge against the world. And when you got mad, dang MC you even have Lord Diavolo shivering in his flamboyant red uniform. It was not unusual for the lower level demons to be wary around you, your menacing aura just daring them to try to mess with you like they did with their other peers. And the best part? While you were well aware how your resting face and general aura came off menacing, it wasn't intentional in the slightest. You weren't a troublemaker like Lucifer had imagined you'd be at first glance, and the other brothers, angels and the sketchy sorcerer came to know you were enthusiastic and excitable at some points just like them. So seeing you side swipe the higher rank demon Chad across the face in the middle of the RAD hallway?? Yeah that was a huge fucking surprise. Even more so when he noticed you had bloodied your lip, and droplets of your blood was staining your uniform. 'MC??' he blurted. Unaware you had an audience, you whipped towards the call of your name, shocked to see,

"Mammon?!"

"Uh, sorry Mammon just one second!" you yelled, dodging Chads swing to your head. Swiftly moving behind him you jammed your fist into his vagus nerve and whacked him in the center of his back, successfully bringing him to his knees. Kneeling between his shoulder blades, you kept him in place firmly holding his head to the ground while Mammon watched in awe. "Now listen to me now Chad, because this is your last warning. If you and your big macho demon buddies don't leave Luke alone from here onward, you will have me to deal with. And I promise you this, I will make your life a living nightmare." Annunciating your words with one more shove of his head into the ground you let him go and dusted yourself off. You presumed you'd have to do damage control with Mammon later, but you wanted to take care of one more thing first. "Luke?? Are you okay?? He's gone now, and I made sure he won't bother you again." Luke popped his head out from behind the wall parallel to you and ran to you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "I-I'm fine MC thanks to you that is!" He praised, still hugging you tight. Laughing to yourself you spoke gently into his ear. "Luke I'm glad I was here to help, but I need you to run along to class now okay??" He nodded and took off past Mammon as you walked over to the man himself, fully prepared to apologize. "Uh Mammon??" you questioned, as he seemed to be zoned off in the direction of your previous battle with Chad with a stupid look on his face. He only snapped out of it when you grabbed his arm to check his pulse, as you were getting anxious about your lack of response. "M-MC! That was so-" "Mammon I'm so sorry you had to see that!" you cut him off, ashamed. "MC that was the coolest fuckin' thing I've ever seen!" Mammon yelled, sporting a bright blush. "Really?? Most people would be terrified if they saw a mere human kicking a high rank demons ass in the middle of the hall like that!" You asked hopefully, craning your head to make sure Luke had made it to class. When you saw he had, you made sure you focused all your attention on Mammon. "Yer a lifesaver for that MC! I don't give a shit if tha' douchebag is a high rank or not, everyone here was waiting for someone like you ta humble him. A-and as a thanks for yer bravery, the Great Mammon is allowing ya ta come on a date with me!" He stumbled through his sentance, more a demand than a request, but you could tell he was genuinely interested in his own, tsundere way. "I'd be honored, The Great Mammon." You leaned into his side, walking towards the exit. "C-course ya would, who wouldn't be. Say, MC, how did this big fight start in the first place??" "Well..."

It was a normal, boring day at RAD and all you wanted to do was finish your last class, and book it back to the HoL for a much needed self-care session with Asmo. That was the plan, until you heard the tell-tale screeeches of Luke in the secluded back hall. Throwing your stuff into your locker with a bang, you shot off in pursuit of the peril-filled scream of your close companion. Finding him on the ground, being berated and kicked by the known douchebag, Chad. And boy did it enrage you. You know Luke would never wrong that demon, so it either is out of sport or for a petty reason like wanting his lunch money. So, you walked up to Chad and pushed him away from Luke, who scurried behind the wall you had just appeared from. "What do you think you're doing?! Huh?? Now what, you're taking advantage of the young angels in this school? Is that it?? Well not anymore you ratfuck, your torment ends here." You antagonized him from a fairly safe distance. Truth be told you were terrified. Not only was he a demon and you a human, but he was also a decent five times the size of you, in other words he was fucking huge. However you were well aware of your scare factor and decided to use that to your advantage. Plus, you had taken a self-defense class up in the Human World, so you knew you had a decent chance. "Eh, who cares!," Chad exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and stepping towards me. "What is a puny human like you gonna do, huh?? What could possibly make you think you could beat me??" "Well, skill of course." You snapped, getting in his face. You vaugely remembered being told you could pleade a convincing case if the other person started the fight, so bracing yourself you choked, ''C'mon then, I'll let you get the first hit." Chad smirked, bringing his fist back to slam in into your lip, causing you to spit up blood. "Okay... My turn." Smiling to yourself you turned to walk away getting a running start and sliding to the ground in between his legs, grabbing one and yanking him to the ground. Moving quickly, you kneeled on his arms, slamming punch after punch into his face, making him more bloody than you were. "Never *punch* ever*punch* ever *punch* think *punch* i *punch* won't *punch* kick *punch* your *punch* ass *punch* again *punch*." Chad threw you off of himself and you slammed into the wall. Pushing yourself up with a groan, you moved to continue, when he threw a punch and a shocked voice called your name.

"I guess thats it then." you sang happily. "MC YER A BADASS!" Mammon yelled, passing through a hoard of demons heading to Majolish. When Mammon spotted Beel in the crowd he raised your intertwined hands and yelled, "BEEL! MY S/O IS A BADASS!" "S/o huh??" You teased, smirking. "YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" He shrieked,red as a tomato and clearly embarrassed. "Well, Great Mammon I would be delighted to be your S/O!" you finished, pecking his cheek with a kiss and walking off happily.

"Levi?!!"

Worried now about being preoccupied with Leviathan you muttered a quick "One second Levi! Sorry!" And continued with your intense battle with Chad. Ducking under his swing to your head, you dropped to the ground, sweeping your leg underneath Chads bringing him to the ground. With a swift jab to his vagus nerve, he was out cold, laying on the ground bloody and bruised. Finally, you could focus on Levi and Luke, who was standing by the otaku in fear. Stumbling over to the stunned Leviathan and relieved looking Luke, you cleared your throat and exclaimed "Hey guys! How are both of you?? Luke, are you okay??" You questioned moving back to assess his injuries. "I'm okay MC thanks to you at least!" He engulfed you in a quick hug while Levi was still yet to respond. He couldn't stop thinking about how you had annihilated the still uncouncious Chad. You were just like the main character in the new anime he watched,'The School Bully hurt a Student so I Taught Him a Lesson'! You were definitely final boss status! When he finally broke out of his thoughts of how badass you were you had already began furiously snapping in front of his face to confirm his wellbeing. Upon seeing you so close to his face the otaku broke out of his trance and trying and failing to hide his blush he spoke "MC t-that was so c-cool!" He exclaimed shakily, and your beloved otaku thought he truly was just going to pass away when you threw your arms around him in a hug. "Really!" you exclaimed "I thought you were gonna think I was stupid and a troublemaker and not wanna talk to me anymore." Seemingly upset, Leviathan decided it was now his personal mission to cheer you up, he couldnt let his Henry be upset of course! "U-um MC... would.. would you li-like to come to my room now?? Theres a new game in from Akuzon and it's a t-two player so...." He muttered, bright red. "YES YES YES!" you shouted, grabbing his hands and dragging him along in the direction of his room.

After hours of gaming, Levi turned to you to ask the question on his mind for the past couple hours. "MC?" You paused the video on your D.D.D to adknowledge Levi with a nod and a smile. "Um.. why did you even fight Chad in the first place?" "Well it all started when.."

'MC IS just like the main character in 'The School Bully hurt a Student so I Taught Him a Lesson'! No wonder you were his Henry!" Suddenly your face changed into a happy expression. Leviathan was confused, as you had just sat in comfortable silence since you told your epic story about your showdown with Chad. That was, until you spoke. "I'm your Henry Levi??" you asked hopefully. Did he say that out loud? Oh my Diavolo he said that out loud. Now you're gonna hate him because he's just a gross, yucky, shut-in otaku- "Woah hey get out of your head. I'm glad I am.. Actually I wanted to ask if you wanted to be my partner??" after moments of silence you followed up with "I-it's okay if you don't wanna I under-OOf!" Tackling you in a hug Levi whispered a small "yes" Under his breath. Smiling to yourself you thought only how you couldn't be happier to finally be with your player 2.

"Simeon??!"

If you were afraid of Chad this had to be 20 times worse. Simeon, being an avid rule follower would certainly not appreciate this, and even Lord Diavolo himself is terrified of an angry Simeon. So truthfully the big ass demon you were in the middle of fighting was nothing compared to the scolding you were sure to face after you took care of this situation. "Um! Simeon! One second!" you shrieked, kneeing Chad in the stomach. Simeon turned to Luke, also standing behind the pillar he was observing from behind. "Luke, why has this happened?" He questioned worriedly. "Um.. well, it was because of me." He squeeked. "Very well, I'll ask MC then-" He was cut off by a loud CRACK from your direction. Worried for your safety, Simeon decided he needed to assist you. Taking a step forward, he was ready to interfere when a hand grabbed his arm. "Wait a second. MC can handle it." Luke mumbled. "I trust your judgement.." Simeon looked distraught. "But I don't want you around here when MC finishes with Chad. So run along to class yeah??" Waving a small goodbye, Luke ran the other way, leaving Simeon to stress. Then, he realized it was unnessicary. You had already struck down Chad, who was now bloody and groaning in pain on the ground. Deciding to start damage control with Simeon, you moved that way. What you didn't account for was the drop of energy you experienced, adrenaline wearing off. Your legs grew weak and you folded to the ground. Or at least you would have, if Simeon hadn't caught you. "Little Lamb are you alright??" A frown creased Simeons brow, a worried look adorning his extravagant features. "Y-yes Simeon, I'm fine. B-but I can explain." You muttered into his chest. "Yes, please do." Simeon petted your hair and dug around in his schoolbag for a water, which he handed to you as you began.

" You.. you don't hate me now? I hope you don't since y'know I like you and all and all I was trying to do was help but I understand if you don't wanna be around me anymore-" "Little Lamb?" Simeon cut you off. "Yes?" "You like me? Well I'm glad. I have been wanting to ask you to accompany me to The Celestial Realm for quite some time now, so I'm glad you return my affections. Although I do wish I would have been able to go through with my original plan. And I could never hate you. I am, as it seems absolutely enamoured by you." Giving Simeon a tight hug you exclaimed happily "I would love to!' He beamed, and chuckled, light and airy, 'It's a date then."

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downstairsbar · 1 year

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I'm sure you can expound on this much better but wouldn't the emergence of jim crow that would've coincided with louis, grace and paul's childhood have made the class distinctions among black people less rigid ? would marrying or associating with ppl below yoru station have been as frowned upon as it would've for a wealthy white family? cause not only does grace marry levi (middle class) but louis is also childhood friends with jonah (who seems lower class given the jobs he said he worked)

oh it would’ve never been comparable to the line division to white ppl like it was never as rigid bc even in places like nola where there was a more complicated racial hierarchy the one drop rule still held sway yk. but jim crow doesn’t really start getting codified until like the time period of the show tbh like the 1870s-1890s brought their own horrors but it was really at the turn of the century/Wilson presidency that you get like birth of a nation and that’s the sort of line drawn more firmly in the sand than the few decades before. so all this to say that while colorism and class gave their own issues it wouldn’t have been enough of an issue in the sense of limiting light and dark African descended ppl from legally being romantic. idk if I answered this well I’m a little confused by the question so please let me know if I don’t make sense

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mrslunasnape · 2 years

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The Prince Fought The Serpent

Legilimency

Chapter 5 - NSFW

Luna knocked on the heavy wooden door to the potion's room as she entered.

Horace looked up from his paperwork, "Ah, Good afternoon Miss Lightfoot. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I just wanted to inform you that I've been having some health issues and I'll have to take an unexpected extended leave of absence." Luna nervously fidgeted with her hands as she spoke.

"Oh, yes. Dumbledore had mentioned earlier this morning that I might be losing you soon."

Luna winced.

"I'm sorry to hear that you haven't been well. Is there anything that I can do for you?" Horace gave her a warm smile.

"Actually..." Luna began, "If you wouldn't mind, since I have to leave in the morning, I'd like to spend the rest of the afternoon with Severus. If you don't need my help, of course."

Horace chuckled and gave a shooing motion with his hands, "I'm sure I'll manage. Go on then!"

"Thank you Horace." Luna grinned.

"Anytime, dear." Horace was already back to grading papers.

*********

Luna crept into the back of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom as the last of the students were filing in. She took a seat on a stool in the corner and desperately tried to contain her eagerness.

Severus began the lecture, his glance occasionally shifting to Luna. When they made eye contact, she smiled and gently tapped her temple with one finger. It was a sign they had frequently used in the past to have Severus perform legilimency on her during meetings and the like.

He flashed her a confused and curious look, but mumbled the incantation under his breath anyway.

Luna immediately allowed her mind to wander to rather particular memories of the two of them.

The first was when she had entered his chambers late at night in a silk robe, only to allow it to fall to the ground and reveal lacey black lingerie.

Severus coughed in a panicked attempt to maintain his composure.

Luna gently bit her lower lip in a futile attempt to hide the mischievous smile forming.

She thought of the time they snuck up to the castle walls in the middle of the night and made love under the stars.

"Get into pairs and practice non-verbal spells on one another." Severus stumbled and stuttered through the whole sentence.

Luna allowed her thoughts to shift to the time where she was giving him oral under his desk and Lockhart walked in on them. Severus had attempted to not act suspicious, but Luna made that rather difficult by picking up the pace instead of stopping when the intruder had entered the room.

Severus remained the podium for the rest of class, and Luna beamed with a mischievous grin because she knew exactly why.

Once class was dismissed, the students wasted no time leaving. Luna weaved her way through the sea of students and headed to the front of the room.

Hermione, the only student who did not appear to be in a hurry to leave, approached the podium, "Professor, I had a question about-"

"Not today." He cut her off.

"But-"

"Out!" Severus said sternly.

Hermione made a rather disgruntled face before turning and exiting the classroom, but not before slamming the door behind her.

The moment the door shut, Severus swept Luna into his arms and lifted her up onto his desk. His lips crashed onto hers, one hand wrapped firmly around her cheek, the other slowly making its way from her knee up her thigh.

Luna teasingly nibbled on Severus's lower lip, and he smiled into their kiss. His hand wandered farther up her thigh, his fingertips gliding on her skin. He broke the kiss and raised one eyebrow at her in an accusatory stare, "You're not wearing anything under your robes?"

Luna's face went instantly pink as she feebly attempt to hold back a giggle.

"Careful darling," Severus clasped his hand around her chin and lifted it so that they were looking into one another's eyes, "Don't start anything you can't finish."

Luna rolled her eyes at him and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a deep kiss. As their lips danced Severus's hand slid further up her thigh until his finger gently grazed her clit. She let out a soft moan, her warm air flowing into his mouth as their kiss intensified.

He began to rub her clit in a slow but firm pace as he began to kiss down her jawline, up to her ear, which he nibbled. At his touch, Luna instinctively tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. Severus eagerly took advantage of this and began to kiss down her neck, his lips forging a trail down her collarbone. He placed a single kiss in the center of her chest and then knelt down.

He grabbed her by the hips with both hands and pulled her forward so that she was sitting on the very edge of the desk. He lifted her robes and shoved them carelessly to the side. His tongue quickly went to work, stroking against her clit in slow broad strokes.

Luna moaned softly and leaned back. One hand gripped the edge of the desk behind her, the other tangled itself in Severus's hair.

This only encouraged Severus, who began to increase the pressure of his licks while maintaining a steady pace. His fingertips dug into her hips, creating little dimples where they buried themselves into her bare skin.

Luna's grip on his hair tightened, and she pushed him down on her. Her toes began to curl.

At which point Severus stopped and returned his feet.

"What happened to starting things we can't finish?" Luna teased.

Severus chuckled and kissed her tenderly on the forehead before beginning to undo his belt buckle. He slid the belt through all the loops and tossed it to the floor.

Luna reached forward and undid his button and zipper for him. Severus grabbed her hands when she had finished and kissed each one softly before reaching down and freeing himself from his pants.

He wrapped one hand around the back of her head, the other on her hip, and slid himself into her already wet entrance.

Luna let out a raspy breath as he entered her, and Severus pulled her close to him, their chests tightly pressed together.

He began to thrust into her softly at first, but quickly began to push harder into her. He maintained a restrained pace, but each trust was firmer than the one before it.

Severus nestled his face into the small of her neck, kissing and biting it gingerly.

"Severus, you're going to leave a mark." Luna scolded through bated breath. She felt him smile into her skin.

He kissed up her neck and along her jawline until he once again reached her ear, "Who fucks you this good?" he growled.

"You do." Luna moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer to her.

"Say my name, Darling." Severus whispered, his hot breath lingering on her neck.

"Severus." Luna moaned out louder than she anticipated. Surely anyone outside the classroom would have heard that.

He chuckled low and soft, "Such a good girl."

At the sound of his words, Luna's head rolled back and her back arched. Her body tensed around him and she began to see stars.

Severus grabbed her chin firmly, and forced her head down so that she was making eye contact with him. His obsidian eyes burned into hers as she released in his arms.

A smug grin flashed across his face, taking pride in the fact that he was the one that made her squirm like that. The feeling of her writhing in his arms sent him into his own release.

For a moment he remained inside her and pulled her into his chest.

A sense of calm washed over Luna as she listened to Severus's elevated heartbeat. All tension released from her body and she simply melted into his arms.

Severus rested his head tenderly on top of hers, "God, I love you." he whispered.

#mrslunasnape #pro snape #snape smut #severus snape #snapedom #theprincefoughttheserpent

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hircyon · 2 years

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Do you have any headcanons about phindian school culture? What were Nuuka and her sisters like as students?

Oh boy DO I?? (This turned into a novel so I'm going to answer your second question in a separate post.)

First, please keep in mind, I did not study education or child development in college and I’m not the most knowledgeable person on earth about this. I’m doing my best with what I have.

So, the way I write them, Phindians have two core cultural values: family, and industry. Their education system is designed to raise children into adults who can integrate both work and community into their lives. It’s not perfect. Individuality still exists; there are still kids who just don’t get their needs met in one way or another, and there are significant drawbacks to this system.

Generally, schooling starts at about age 4 and most Phindians graduate around 16, if they’re not specifically continuing a career in academia or post-education research. Schools are broken into stages:

A montessori-like education from 4-8 that focuses on group bonding and developing strong creative, social, and problem-solving skills.

A hybrid, transitional education from 8-12 that incorporates a larger population (kids from various early education schools will be mixed into a larger school and encouraged to experiment with forming new social groups) and begins to identify skills and interests that will be funneled into vocational paths later.

A largely vocational or specialized final four years from 12-16 that aims to settle Phindian children firmly on a path toward further education or into an industry.

Their style of education is, largely, hands-on and abstract. There’s not a ton of formal fill-out-the-bubble testing; it usually looks for a tangible demonstration of understanding.

This system is ideally supposed to create highly functional individuals that can integrate in larger society, maintain and value social bonds, and will actively contribute to Phindar’s economy both on and off planet. I headcanon Phindians take a lot of pride in technology and innovation, over creating a pipeline that makes children into workers. You will find that lofty ideals come up more in cities and places with an upper class. The agricultural centers of the planet tend to focus on industries that benefit their local economies and large-scale family-owned farms. “Making it” in society is a privilege, even here.

But, like I said, there are drawbacks to this system. The transitional ‘middle school’ period is difficult for a lot of kids to adjust to and results in cliques and the establishment of a clear social hierarchy. It’s designed to do this. Phindians believe bullying is, to an extent, a healthy and normal way of reinforcing social groups. Adults try to identify the supposed “deficiencies” in children who end up at the bottom of the hierarchy and help them adjust. It’s usually assumed the issue lies with the child or their family, though. Not the social system.

This means children from lower status, broken, or otherwise “unusual” families (mixed-species families, for example) are at a disadvantage the entire time. The social bonds they form in early education are supposed to balance this, but it doesn’t always—friends can grow into different people or discover they want social value and will abandon someone without. Phindians aren’t immune to this.

Children who don’t have a strong desire for industry or education are likewise ostracized by the system, as well as those who can’t afford to attend prestigious vocational schools (especially in the southern continent, where a larger portion of the continent is agricultural). Kids who don’t do well socially find it hard to engage. They usually end up in less promising roles, or leave the planet entirely to find work outside of Phindian society.

Moonlenoircrow and I wrote Nuuka to show both of these downsides. Coming from a family with no clear ties (in a rural town where your family’s value is just about everything), and looking physically different than her peers, she was ostracized and bullied in the second and third levels of school. She did beat the shit out of a classmate—not for insulting her, but for insulting the girl she had a crush on. That pretty much stopped the overt threats, but it didn’t make things easier for her. Got her a gf, though. That’s another story.

And all of this is most true for the northern and southern continents, which make up the majority of Phindian population (so they represent the dominant, galaxy-facing culture). The western continent and both poles have vastly different cultures that don’t put such high value on formal education and industry.

#phindian worldbuilding

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hanako-san · 2 years

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Yugi Amane x Reder Part 2 for @under-the-cherrytreeee

Yugi Amane x Reader Part 2

-Next day- When there was another supernatural encounter. Angie felt the power summon her to the harrow to Amane. She quickly disappeared, annoying her boss. Thanks to her abilities, she was a few seconds in the school corridor and she puts some kid in the middle of the street with a caputer on his head, trying to strike Amane, and Yugi was curled up on and protected his head with his hands covered, Angie reacted immediately using his powers, approaching corresponding to the attacker, she kicked him so hard that the boy was thrown two meters away, he immediately ran away when he saw her walking in his Amane at the same time lowered his arms and saw his friend's back. "Be careful!" He shouted at him Angie didn't have time to react because Amane caught her in a hug, causing her to fall. She was lying on the ground he was protecting her by lying on her. The blade of the sword he stopped at a centimeter from Amane's back "You are lucky" Minamoto said and walked away with a measured look. Angie understood Minamoto was following her, but ignored it would do anything for Amane to keep him safe. Amane and Angie decided to eat in class, and after a moment's pause, Amane decided to bring it up. "That dude, he was terrible" He got goosebumps "You're right" She said playfully smiling Amane took two movie tickets from his pocket and nervously held them, hesitating to ask her or not.Angie approached him with a cloth and wiped off the crumbs of the donut he had left on his lip. "Now you are much more handsome" She said smiling Amane turned red in his cheeks and was happy to hear that so he decided to ask. "Angie, I have two movie tickets, you want to go" He held out his hand with the tickets, but he could not look her straight in the face, he blushed at on bag. Angie is surprised when she realizes that Yugi is inviting her on a date and is also shy. "Yes!!" She answered without hesitation in a happy voice "So until tomorrow!" He said taking the bag and leaving her ticket and ran happily home.

-Thursday after school- Angie dressed up for a date in a quilted dress with a black puppet tied in the middle of her waist, and she wore matching flat-heeled shoes also black and white, the handbag was white. She was supernatural, but she could leave school like Tsuchigomori. "I'm sorry you waited!" She said as she approached Amane Amane was dressed in a white shirt and an orange sweater, black cloth pants, normal black sneakers. "It's okay. You look beautiful," he told her with a smile "Thank you! You too," she said blushing In front of the cinema there was a small bar where Minamoto worked, which saw Angie and Amane entering the cinema giving coffee to the customer from then on, he decided to keep a close eye on the cinema. After two hours, they both left laughing at the movie, laughing and telling their favorite moments from the movie. At some point theirs their fingers touched, they both looked at their slicked fingers, then at each other and quickly looked away from each other into opposite hand blushing. They both caught the engagement and they looked at each other while looking at each other's eyes and smiling. They didn't have to say they loved it, they knew it. "Please, please! Yugi has a girlfriend" They heard a boy's voice They looked toward the voice and saw a hooligan from their class. They both grew serious and silently Amane walked with Angie to avoid him and rake him,but the hooligan broke their hand and grabbed Angie's hand. Angie tried to pull away, but the grip was really strong, nor could she show her true power or form to Yugi. Amane quickly stepped between them and pushed the hooligan aside. "Angie, I'll protect you," He said firmly Angie wasn't surprised by his demeanor, she wanted to hug him tightly at that moment. "What a hero! You can't protect yourself," said the hooligan "I want to protect those I love!" He said firmly It surprised Angie and made her happy "bullshit" The hooligan raised his fist and was ready to attack. Amane closed his eyes and was ready to take the blow. Angie, grabbed the hooligan's hand and felt him over her shoulder, throwing him to the ground. Minamoto saw everything when he saw the situation -Next day (current events) - Yugi came to class, but Angie was gone. At first he thought he would be late again, and when he saw that Tsuchigomori himself had entered the room, he jumped up off the bench and ran to him "Sensei, where's Angie?" He asked "I have a letter for you," He said, "I gave it to me early in the morning so that I could give it to you" He added Amane opened it and read that she had had to leave town with her rozicami because of her father's work. She did not have time to say goodbye to him because she herself was surprised by this. He dropped this letter and started looking for her. In fact, Angie knew that she could die at the hands of Minamoto, so just in case she wrote a letter to him and gave it to Tsuchigomori. Tsuchigomori handed over the letter with a straight face, but it was actually heartbreaking because Angie didn't want him to interfere or help her. She used her power to isolate Tsuchigomori from herself so that he would not help her. She also valued the bond with Tsuchigomori, he was like a father to her that's why she didn't want him to die because of her. Yugi's voice calling Angie distracted her to the point that she looked at Yugi running around the school. Minamoto took advantage of this and stabbed her with his sword body and took out. She knew it was over. She leaned against the railing and stretched her hand out to him. "Please be happy" With tears in her eyes and a smile, she died turning into angel feathers. Amane will figure out where he might be he ran to the roof, but no one was there, there were only feathers around him that he had not seen before, looking up at the falling rain with tears in eyes. "I hope we'll meet someday," he said Tsuchigomori picked up the letter and willingly read the last line. "Thank you for everything and I love you"

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jibaku shonen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #yugi amane #amane yugi #hanako kun #jshk fanfics #myfanfics #yugi amane x reader

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foreverrogers · 2 years

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jealous!reader x peter parker and him j being like fuck that’s hot when she gets mad when other girls flirt w him

i can't believe i've never written jealous!reader before but this is a perfect time to start. thank you for the request!!

juicy 18+ content under the cut, which may or may not include antics in a janitor's closet that are not school appropriate

she had taken your seat before you got there.

it was the only shared class you and peter had that semester, the class where you always did your lab work together pressed arm to arm behind test tubes and titrations. that had been your seat for the past seven weeks, and peter had let her take it.

Peter doesn't need to turn around to know that you've been glaring at them for the last 45 minutes. it wasn't his fault. he just had a hard time saying no to people, especially when the people in question were as brazenly determined to get something as the girl currently sitting beside him evidently is.

and then he feels it, the manicured hand that comes to grasp at his knee under the table, and he knows he's done for. Peter thinks he might hear the snapping of a pencil somewhere behind him.

he has to jog down the hallway after class to catch up to you. your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, and your only reaction to his presence beside you is to quicken the pace, try to move away from him to no avail, his long strides falling into step with you easily.

"it wasn't my fault," is the first thing he says, his first line of defence against the glare that you shoot him between narrowed eyes. you stay silent. "y/n, come on, you know how I am about saying no to people and she was just-"

"oh, really? was it hard for you to say no when she was basically offering you a handjob in the middle of class?"

"what? she wasn't- you saw me! I basically jumped to the other end of the table when she-"

"but you gave her my seat, peter."

you stop when you say it, turn to him in the middle of the hallway, arms still crossed firmly over your chest.

peter tries to mouth the opening to a defence, tries again and falls flat. he looks at you for a long moment, at your clenched jaw and your stormy eyes, takes a look left, takes a look right, and tugs open the janitor's closet you've stopped conveniently next to.

"what the hell are you- oh, you are absolutely not doing this, parker."

Peter's on his knees. you're in a cramped, dark closet that wreaks of bleach and chemicals and dirty mop water, and peter is on his knees. "forgive me?"

"get up, peter."

"let me make it up to you."

his hands are already at the waist of your jeans, fingers hovering over the button as if waiting for permission. you sigh, admittedly a little breathless, reach down to rake your fingers through his hair and tilt his face even further up towards you.

the only light in the tiny room is the artificial white that struggles through the sliver of glazed glass. but it's all you need to understand the look in his eyes, the absolute hunger in them. you give his hair a harsh tug, savour the sound it draws from the back of his throat and let it fuel the growing heat in your lower half.

"... this doesn't mean I'm over it."

"Good." He's grinning at you, that devilish glint in his eye, and you think it's sick, that he has this much power over you when he's the one on his knees. Your jeans are forgotten in a pool of denim on the floor, and peter tugs down until they're hanging loosely around your ankles, slides his hand up your calf and hooks one knee over his shoulder. "Maybe you can figure out a way to show everyone just who I belong to when we have a little more privacy."

e smiles again, when he hears you gasp, except for this time the curve of his lips is pressed right against your aching core.

You have to cover your mouth to muffle that moan that threatens to announce your little entanglement to the entire science building, can't help it when his tongue swirls around your clit before sucking the sensitive bundle between plump lips.

"Pete, jesus-"

The hand holding you by the small of your back presses forward, tilts your hips up so he can slip down and taste the pool of wetness just outside your entrance. The breach of his tongue makes you tug at his hair again, this one an involuntarily reaction, an instinct of heat of his mouth on you.

You feel him pull away, feel the simultaneous heat and coolness of his breath against your cunt.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He's still hovering below you, refuses to make contact until you look down to meet his eyes. A kiss, lips wrapped around your swollen clit for infinitely less time than you need, holds your gaze the whole time. "There she is... bet you're thinkin' about all the way you could mark me up as your own, aren't you honey."

"Peter..." Your voice is strained, breathy, your ability to articulate anything substantial entirely lost when he presses another sloppy kiss to your core, yet again pulls away all too quickly. "Anyone... anybody could come in, anyone could-"

"Is this your way of telling me to put my mouth to better use?"

He doesn't give you the time to answer, mouth back on you in an instant, moves like he's trying to drown in you as two fingers ease inside of you.

Everything is frantic now, doesn't give you time to adjust to the stretch of his fingers before he's curling them in and out of you, send the slick, squelching sounds of his effect on you echoing crudely around the tiny space.

He doesn't protest to you throwing your head back, to you pulling even harder at his locks to press him against you, only tightens the already bruising grip around your thigh.

Everything feels too good, feels objectively better than it should surrounded by cleaning supplies and with the threat of the unlocked door beside you.

Every fluid motion of his tongue and his fingers pushes you closer and closer, has spent enough time with his head between your thighs to know how to get you there quickly when he wants to. He can tell that it's working, too, feels your legs start to shake and the slump of your weight against his arms.

"Fuck, Pete, so fucking good. So close, baby."

The light squeeze he gives to your thigh is acknowledgement enough, makes you look back down and the sight of him between your legs, chin soaked with your slick and clouded eye looking right into yours, is enough alone to push you over the edge.

It washes over you like an earthquake, makes you tremble in his hands as you hold your breath around a silent moan, feel him lifting you against the shelves for a moment as your other leg pushes off the floor, tries to escape the movements of his mouth attempting to coax you through your orgasm.

He doesn't let up until he hears the heavy sigh from above him, slowly settles you onto unsteady feet, drags your panties and jeans back up your legs as he stands.

You kiss him as soon as he's close enough, hum a moan into the taste of yourself on his tongue.

This is peter's form of chivalry, redressing you in the musky darkness of a janitor's closet.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Not even fucking close."

#hayes muses #this was filthy i apologise but also you're welcome #ask me something!#request something!#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #andrew!peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #andrew!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #andrew garfield

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devilyn · 3 years

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is that too much to ask? | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: love somebody by lauv

I don't wanna be the one to say

That we gotta have a conversation

I don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face

Know, I hurt you, and I, I'm sorry

All I wanted was to love somebody

— synopsis: tsukishima avoids physical affection with you as often as he can, and you wonder what it is that you’re doing wrong in your relationship.

— genre: angst, happy endings, & the product of my writer’s block

— word count: 2.6k

You knew Tsukishima wasn’t the affectionate type--you knew that when you asked him out in your second year of high school. You knew that if you hugged him in front of his volleyball teammates, he’d stiffen and cringe away from your touch. It was natural for you to start reaching your arms out towards him before stopping yourself and resorting to a proud pat on the arm and a bright smile. It was to the point where even Hinata once commented that he’d never even see the two of you hug.

Now that the two of you were in university, and almost three years into your relationship, you started wondering what exactly it was about physical affection with you that Tsukishima hated so much. You started to experiment--slipping your hand into his when you walked back to your shared apartment together after his long volleyball practices, or tossing your arms around his neck in excitement after he wins a tough match. Each time, he’d react the same way. He would pull his hand from yours, or he’d put his hands on your shoulders and put some distance between the two of you.

At first, you believed it to be embarrassment. He didn’t like PDA--you could understand that. Even you had a limit to how much you could flaunt your relationship status in public. But even when the two of you were in the comfort of your apartment, you wondered why he never initiated any physical affection.

“Kei,” you whispered his name softly, and he looked up from his phone to meet your eyes. “Do you...not love me?”

He blinked, raising both brows in genuine surprise and slowly lowering his spoonful of cereal back into his bowl.

“...Are you dumb?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and tightening your grip on your keys.

“It’s whatever,” you murmured, pulling the front door open and not bothering to spare him a glance over your shoulder. “I’ll see you.”

You left quickly to not have to deal with the aftermath of your sudden question, the door shutting firmly behind you.

Was it selfish of you to want more proof of his love for you? Sure, there were small things. Things like how he always helped you study for your exams if he could, or how he’d make you a cup of coffee before you left because he knew you struggled with staying awake during your morning classes. You knew he loved you because of these things.

But there was always a small voice in the back of your head asking if he only did those things to drag your stagnant relationship on. For a year now, it felt as if every day was the same with him. Actions were repetitive, dates were infrequent and only occurred when you asked, and at times, each day with him felt like a clone of the previous. Which is why you started wanting to hold his hand, and melt into his warm embrace.

Your fingers tightened on your tumbler, holding the contents of your boyfriend’s love--the coffee he made you this morning.

Even at home, he would merely pet your head when you cuddled into his side on the couch. Kisses were rare unless you initiated, and he’d always tease you whenever you whined about wanting him to kiss you first. It’s not like you two never had sex either, so what was so wrong about your relationship that left you wanting more?

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, and you glanced at it briefly.

u ok?

You tucked your phone back into your pocket without replying. You never should’ve asked. Now you’ve disrupted the peace you had in your stagnant relationship.

Though, maybe it was okay to want more.

“Is it really a problem?” Kuroo sipped his drink through his straw, raising a brow in your direction. “You’ve been dating for three years. I’m more surprised that you didn’t bring this up to him earlier.”

Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the half empty tumbler, teeth gnawing anxiously at your lower lip.

“...I think I was too scared in the beginning,” you murmured.

“Mm,” your friend hummed softly in agreement. “You’ve changed. You were always affectionate before.”

You blinked, raising your gaze from the table between the two of you to meet Kuroo’s grin.

“How’d you know that? We just became friends in uni--”

“Tsukki told me,” he cut you off, and your fingers stopped tapping against your drink. “And it’s not like I don’t notice that you hug me more than you hug your boyfriend.”

“First of all, don’t say things that can be so easily misunderstood,” you tossed a crumpled up napkin at the former captain, and he quickly dodged it with a short laugh. “Second, what do you mean Kei told you? He said I used to be more--affectionate?”

This was news to you. You never thought that he would notice how you changed to make him feel more comfortable with your relationship.

It was true that towards the beginning of your relationship, you were always scared of upsetting him, so you did everything you could to change to his needs. You held back words you knew he wouldn’t want to hear, and only ever spoke up if something truly bothered you. It worked up until the end of your first year before you started opening up to him slowly. But something you could never seem to breach was Tsukishima’s habit of avoiding physical affection.

“You know how he is,” Kuroo waved his hand dismissively, “Your boyfriend’s terrible with emotions. I tell him all the time that I’m surprised you lasted so long--”

“Don’t talk badly about him like that,” you scolded your friend with a scowl, to which he snickered quietly.

“Well, you can’t deny it, can you? He sucks, but he has his good points. That’s why you’re still dating him, right?”

It was true that you couldn’t deny it. Tsukishima had many faults, and his lack of desire for physical affection was only one of them. Still, you were just as much at fault for not communicating with him out of fear that he’d leave you.

“He’s just scared, y’know,” Kuroo rested his chin in his upturned palm. “Just like you. Even after three years, he’s not used to affection. Why don’t you just talk to him instead of sulking about it to me? I feel like I might as well be the third person in your relationship with how often you two come to me about each other.”

You were quiet for a bit, swirling the now cold coffee around as you processed the thought of confronting the issues you’ve been burying for so long.

“...he’d never date you,” you finally murmured, turning your gaze out the window.

“Ah, and you would?”

You didn’t need to look up to see Kuroo’s smug smirk.

“You wish.”

But no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, there was some truth in Kuroo’s words. You had used him as a therapist far too many times, when your issues could easily be solved by confronting your fears and sitting down to talk with the man you lived with.

If only speaking to Tsukishima about your problems was as easy as it sounded.

By the time you finally gathered up the courage to even speak his name, your boyfriend was standing from the dinner table to grab your plates and heading towards the sink where his dishwashing responsibilities awaited him. The sight of his broad back seemed to glue your lips shut.

You couldn’t get the words out.

“Do you hate being touched by me?” was the first thing you wanted to ask.

“Is it wrong for me to ask for you to tell me you love me sometimes?” would probably be the second, paired with, “Can you just kiss me once in a while without complaining about it?”

It all felt so childish, even before the words left your lips. So instead, you sat frozen in your chair, gazing at your boyfriend’s back that you longed to embrace.

Slowly, you stood. Before your brain could tell you how stupid of an idea this was, your feet moved forward until you were standing just a step away from Tsukishima’s much taller form.

Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and you could feel the way he jolted in surprise as you rested your cheek against his warm back.

“I’m washing--”

“Do you hate me?”

Silence.

Well, that question didn’t come out as expected, though it’s not like you didn’t wonder that too.

“Don’t turn around,” you pleaded quietly over the running water. To someone else, you must’ve looked like a fool, clinging onto your boyfriend like your life depended on it while he soaped up your dirty dishes.

He granted your wish, and didn’t whirl around to pull away from your touch. Instead, he continued scrubbing at your dinner plates.

“You have until I finish washing the dishes to explain yourself,” he stated calmly, and your arms tightened around his waist. It was a demand.

“I heard...from Kuroo that you said I used to be more affectionate before we started dating,” you stammered out quickly, “If you knew that, then why do you get so stiff and push me away when I try to initiate physical affection even after we’ve been dating for three years? Do you hate being touched by me so much?”

The kitchen was quiet, now that your boyfriend was drying the dishes. His hand stopped moving robotically over the wet plates, and he slowly set them down on the counter instead. You could tell he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how. So you continued.

“I do know that you love me, Kei,” you murmured weakly, voice muffling against his shirt as you shifted to rest your forehead against his broad back instead. “I do. I know you’re always thinking of me, and I love that about you. But when you push me away, I can’t help but think that you’re just pretending to love me for the sake of convenience.”

“If I wanted convenience, I wouldn’t date you,” he mumbled under his breath, and the words stung to the point that your arms dropped from around the middle blocker’s waist.

No longer confined by your embrace, Tsukishima spun around and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes wide with panic.

“Y/N wait--I didn’t mean it that--”

“You’re such an ass,” you averted your gaze from his, trying to blink away the tears that began to blur your vision.

“Listen--” his voice was frantic, but you didn’t let him continue. You were scared to hear what would come next if you did.

“I guess I was wrong, and the voice in my head is right,” you cut him off, voice trembling. “So I’ll just tell you everything that I held back since it’s all going to fall apart anyway.”

It took all your courage to turn your teary gaze back to his deceivingly sorrowful golden eyes.

“Is there something so disgusting about me that you don’t even want to hold me? Even after this many years?” you began, fully prepared to spill every one of your fears from the past three years. “Am I asking for too much when I ask you to kiss me every once in a while? Is it wrong for me to want you to just tell me you love me sometimes? Am I a bad person for thinking our relationship has become so boring because neither of us want to make the first step to try and change because we’re both scared of scaring each other away?”

You rubbed your arm against your eyes, trying to pretend like you weren’t sobbing into your sleeve. Though you’re sure you weren’t a very good actor, with the way you hiccuped and took shaky breaths between your questions.

“Did I make a mistake trying to change myself to fit your standards? Should I have never confessed to you back--”

Your voice was suddenly muffled into your boyfriend’s chest, and you gasped at the suddenness of his hug.

“Please don’t regret it,” he requested weakly, his voice trembling just as much as yours.

Those simple words were all it took for your sobs to come out freely, your shaky hands clawing upwards to grip onto Tsukishima’s t-shirt, clinging onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. It was a hug you’d been craving for ages--one he initiated. You hated that it took you throwing your heart at him for it to happen, but what were you to do?

He allowed you to cry as he continued.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he murmured into your hair. “There’s nothing wrong with what you want. I was...just scared, like you said.”

“Of what?” was what you wanted to ask. And like he read your mind, Tsukishima elaborated.

“The more I hug you, and the more kisses we share, the more I fall for you,” he whispered, as if fearful of the words he was admitting to you. “The deeper I fall, the more scared I get that you’ll leave me when you remember how bad of a boyfriend I am. I want to give you 100% of me, but at the same time, I’m too scared to do exactly that.”

Your cries were quieting down, and you took shaky breaths, inhaling his familiar scent each time. Just his embrace managed to soothe your frantic sobs.

“So I avoided anything that would make me fall too much in love with you, but it’s already too late,” he laughed bitterly, pulling back slightly so he could cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing at the wet streaks staining your skin. Your lips pursed into a small pout, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “I already love you too much to let go of you, and you know it.”

“...you’re really, really not allowed to be cute right now,” you grumbled, and he laughed.

“Yeah, I could say the same to you,” he joked, leaning forward so his lips could brush over your forehead.

“...can you kiss me now?” you murmured shyly, and his grin morphed into a weak smile before his hands tilted your jaw up towards him. His lips met yours softly, and though this wasn’t your first kiss, it was the first time you’d felt this way with Tsukishima in three years.

When he pulled away, you were crying again.

“Stop crying,” he cursed, “If someone saw you right now, they’d think I was bullying you.”

You babbled something incoherent through your tears of joy, and your boyfriend’s expression softened in a way you hadn’t witnessed in what felt like years.

“You have to take responsibility, you know,” his palms cupped your jaw, pulling your teary gaze back up to his as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. “For making me fall so deeply in love with you again.”

You laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Tsukishima’s neck to pull him down into another love-filled kiss.

“Until when?” you grinned when you pulled away, his eyes closed as he sighed happily and rested his forehead against yours.

“Until I make up for the three years I put you through,” he mumbled, and you smiled softly as your lips grazed over his lightly. As you pulled back, he leaned forward and peppered kisses across your face.

“So, until forever?” you teased with a quiet giggle.

“Until forever,” he whispered, lips meeting yours once more.

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𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Pairing: BFF! Kang Yeosang (Ateez)/ BFF! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff, Non Idol! AU.

Synopsis: Yeosang decides to show and prove to his best friend that slow and sensual sex is superior to rough fucking.

Word Count: Around 3-4K

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/drinking, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, semi-drunk sex, sex taping (with consent), sweet vanilla sex with music/ led lights in the background, protective sex that transitions to unprotected (always do safe sex), creampie, best friend/ non-romantic relationship (?)

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"Room for one more?"

Turning her head in the direction of the deep, husky voice next to her, Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't really care. Not my place anyhow."

She lifted the almost finished cigarette to her lips. Taking a small puff of it, she blew out the smoke with then turned back to the dark brown male that had now taken a seat next to her on the porch.

"Want the last one?" She held up her cancer stick for him to take.

"No thanks." He shook his head.

Y/N scoffed at that. "What? Not hard enough for someone like you?"

Throwing the tiny butt onto the ground, she didn't care at all to put it out. Rolling his eyes, Yeosang extended his leg to finish the task of making sure she didn't set anything on fire.

"Sucker." Y/N repeated what she'd often call him.

"Dumbass." He counteracted her attack with his own nickname for her.

"Why are you even out here? Wouldn't you rather be inside and join in on the fun?" She asked him.

Picking up a nearby stick, Yeosang began drawing random shapes on the ground below him.

"What do you classify as fun? I mean, besides destroying your lungs and aging faster."

"Haha, you're so fucking hilarious." Y/N replied sarcastically.

"As if you're any better Yeo. I'm surprised you're not stumbling back to your shitty apartment with either Hwa or Joong helping your wasted ass."

"Need I remind you that you practically live in my so called 'shitty' apartment cause your roommate can't stand you at the dorms." He snorted at her.

"It's not that she can stand me! I can't stand her bringing her douche boyfriend in the middle of the night or at odd hours of the day just so they can fuck each other's brains out!" She exclaimed in frustration.

Smirking at her, Yeosang couldn't help himself as he said:

"Maybe you should get your brain fucked out once in a while. Might help you be a little less bitchy."

Y/N scoffed.

"I'm not bitchy and I certainly don't need it."

"Your face says you do. Like seriously Y/N, when was the last time you got a good fuck? Let me guess. Probably 8 months ago when you let Youngbin pound you behind the bleachers?" He laughed at her.

"Ok! You know what?! Fuck you Yeosang! I can't believe you brought that up!"

Standing up, she began to storm away from him, away from the party and decided to just go to the nearest bus stop so she could go hide under her bed and pretend she didn't exist. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shivered slightly when a slight breeze blew against her. But still she continued walking, not paying attention to the voice calling out for her from behind. She had gotten a block away from where she was when she heard the sound of something scraping against the pavement behind her.

"You're hard to find." Yeosang came up next to her, his feet firmly planted on the skateboard under him.

"And you're hard to get rid of." She threw a passive aggressive smile in his direction.

"Listen..." Shifting the board to the left, he blocked her from walking any further.

"I'm sorry ok? I didn't mean to upset you." He apologized.

"You didn't really upset me.....I just hate bringing that jerk up again."

Yeosang chuckled at her pouty expression. Getting off the skateboard, he kicked down on one of the sides, making it fly up so he could catch it with his hand and tuck it under his elbow.

"Come on. Wanna hang out at my place tonight?" He offered.

"Still got leftover booze from last time?" She asked in anticipation.

"Now who's the alcoholic here snip?"

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It was well past 11 and Y/N had already downed more than half the bottle of the hard liquor. She lifted the glass up again to her lips when she was stopped by her friend beside her.

"Easy tiger. I think you've had more than enough."

Taking the bottle away from her, he wiped the top off before taking a quick gulp before setting it down somewhere next to him.

"I'm not even drunk yet.." Y/N mumbled out.

"Certainly not, but you're definitely not sober. So I'd say you're just a tad bit tipsy."

Y/N shoved him with her shoulder when he tried to lean his head on her.

"No. Go away. I'm still mad at you." She barked at him, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"So I take it I'm sleeping on the couch again?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well I certainly aren't. Shit's uncomfortable af."

Standing up, she threw her crop sweater over her head and tossed it somewhere in the room, her black shorts soon following after. Yeosang barely batted an eyelash at his friend's actions, so used to her walking around half naked around his place.

Slumping down on the bed, she reached into Yeosang's dresser and opened the drawer, knowing she'd find his stash of tootsie pops in it. Picking out a cherry flavored one, she unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth, discarding the wrapper on the waste bin a few feet away from her. Turning on her back, she hummed softly before taking the lollipop out of her mouth momentarily to pat on the empty space next to her and say:

"Sangie, come here. I wanna cuddle."

Yeosang grumbled at her words.

"Whatever happened to me sleeping on the couch?"

"Never said you should. Now come on." She repeated at him.

Yeosang sighed in disbelief, seriously questioning why he even put up with his friend for so long. Removing his plaid pullover hoodie and black skinny jeans, leaving him in just a plain white T-shirt and his black briefs, he slid down next to Y/N and wrapped one of his arms around her waist.

"Happy now?" He inquired of her.

Y/N shifted a little so that they ended up in a more comfortable spooning position.

"Yeah I guess." She murmered softly.

Yeosang began to draw circles across her hip, occasionally pulling the side of her black panty and making it snap against her skin, making Y/N swat his hand away whenever he did.

"Can I have some?" Yeosang gestured to the candy in her mouth.

Pulling it out with a loud 'popping' noise, Y/N held it out for him to take. Putting it in his mouth, Yeosang sucked in it briefly then took a small bite out of it before handing it back to her.

"Heathen." Y/N derided him when she saw the mutilated lollipop.

"Puss." He snickered at her.

They laid there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from them was the occasional sighs or hums that would elude from their mouths. Getting tired and bored of the painful lack of noise, Yeosang reached for his phone and connected it to his bluetooth speakers. Scrolling through his playlist, he smiled smugly as he found the one song he had been listening a lot to lately and did not hesitate to start playing it. Y/N jolted a little when the blaring of trumpets resonated through the room.

"Jesus fucking christ, why must it start in such an unholy manner?" She complained as she shifted a little in Yeosang's embrace.

Yeosang couldn't help but laugh softly.

"And you know that's not the unholy part about it."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sincerity of his words and especially not when the first verses started.

~Tell me what it is you wanna know

Finish up the bottle then we'll go, babe~

"Speaking of which, we didn't finish our bottle."

Y/N made a move to get up, but Yeosang pulled her back down, this time making her lay on top of him.

"Kang Yeosang!" She grunted at him, eyebrows furrowing at him.

"Snippy pants." He winked at her then placed a kiss to her nose.

His hands began to travel down the curve of her lower back, momentarily resting on her ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

~I'm too phased, it's too late

But coming down is all I ever do, babe, yeah~

"Pervert." Y/N accused him when he slapped her ass lightly.

"You weren't complaining when Youngbin-"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss to his lips, her tongue running across his upper lip. Yeosang tried to capture her tongue with his teeth, but she pulled back before he got the chance, making him whine softly.

"Mention that atrocity one more time and I will blow up your dick." She threatened him.

Yeosang couldn't help but poke fun at her.

"I wouldn't necessarily say no. I've heard your blowjob stories."

Y/N smacked his chest.

"What?! You think guys don't talk about it around me? They don't hold back just because we're close." He ruffled her hair.

"What about you? How come I never hear any stories from you? Is our little Sangie an actual saint?" She jeered at him.

Yeosang smiled softly, his hands pulling on Y/N's bra strap.

"First of all, let me assure you I'm not little.."

Lifting his hips up slightly, he grinded against her so she could feel his semi hard on. Y/N widened her eyes momentarily, her subconscious wishing he'd repeat the action one more time.

"And I'm not a saint. I'm just not as promiscuous as the other guys, that are into rough fucking all the girls in our class." He explained as he moved Y/N's strap so it fell off her shoulder.

Y/N couldn't help but look at him incredulous.

"Seriously? Getting fucked like a pornstar is one of the best feelings ever. Best kind of sex there is."

"I beg to differ babygirl. I find it to be completely overrated." He mused softly before placing a kiss to her exposed shoulder.

~And I'm so down if you're ready

I'm floating but I'm heavy

And I'll show you if you let me, girl~

"So what? You mean to tell me vanilla sex is better?" She rolled her eyes.

Yeosang couldn't help the mischievous smile that formed on his sculpture like face.

"It's not just better.....it's superior."

Yeosang's hand grabbed the remote next to his lamp, which he promptly turned off. Clicking on the first button, the room instantly illuminated a dark red from the LED lights that Yeosang had installed when he first moved into the apartment.

"Want me to show you?"

Y/N hadn't even responded but Yeosang was already unclasping her bra. His hands caressed her exposed back as he patiently waited for her answer. Feeling brave, Y/N sat up to let the garment fall off her body and onto the floor. She looked back to see Yeosang's reaction. He bit his lip, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him in an effort to contain himself from touching her before she gave her consent.

Y/N leaned down, her hand cupping his chin.

"Show me then."

Closing the distance between them, she kissed him tenderly. Yeosang hummed into the kiss, his fingers tucking a side of her hair behind her ear.

~I don't know if you already know how

But girl, I got the feeling that you know now~

Yeosang's tongue pressed against her bottom lip, making Y/N chuckle, but nonetheless granted him access to her mouth. Holding the sides of her neck, Yeosang swirled his tongue inside her, before pulling her own into his mouth to gently suck on it.

"Hehet....you smell like alcohol." He said in between their makeup session.

"Shut up and kiss me you dork."

She pulled him back in and deepened their kiss, her mouth hungrily and sloppily kissing his, her lips trailing across his chin and jaw at times.

"Fuck. How desperate are you?" Yeosang asked.

"A whole lot, now can you fucking stop being the ass you are and get on with it?" She pleaded with him.

In a flash, Yeosang flipped her onto her back. Burying his face in her neck, he placed open mouth kisses across it until he found exactly what he was looking for when Y/N's breath hitched.

"Found you."

Yeosang began to suck onto the sensitive patch of skin he had discovered. Y/N tilted her head to give him better access, which he took complete advantage of. Yeosang only pulled away after making sure there'd be a crimson red mark for anyone to see the following days. Satisfied with his work, he moved further south and began to kiss down her sternum, his hands going from her hips to her waist.

His lips went from kissing in between the valley of her breasts, to gliding over and taking one of her perky nipples into his mouth. His other hand made sure that its twin wasn't left unattended as he pinched and played with it delicately between his long and slender fingers. Without realizing it, Y/N arched her back, making Yeosang smile against her skin.

"You're definitely enjoying this." He teased her, biting faintly on her tiny bud.

"Sh-shut up..." She mumbled.

"And I haven't even gotten to the fun part."

Yeosang dragged his mouth painfully slow down her stomach, placing open mouth kisses on several parts of her skin. Once, he reached her belly button, he couldn't help but feel a little playful. Pressing his face down, he blew against her skin, causing her to squeak and giggle at the vibrations.

"Sangie!" She gushed at him and his awfully cute action.

"Sorry." He apologized but the sparkle in his eyes indicated he was anything but.

When he realized he was in between her legs, only a piece of fabric separating him from her most intimate place, he looked back up at her, mentally asking her if she still wanted to continue. Maybe it was the partially drunk part of her brain or maybe it was the sober part, either way, Y/N nudged Yeosang with her knee, urging him to do something.

Getting the hint, Yeosang grabbed the sides of her panties and began to rid her of them. Y/N lifted herself up so the process was easier for him, and even parted her legs for him, her neediness wanting him to just do as he pleased.

Yeosang inhaled and exhaled sharply as he stared down at his best friend's glistening and almost dripping core, the astonishment and lust in his stare quite unmistakable. His hands wrapped themselves on the back of her knees, his body leaning closer to get a better look at her.

"Well?" Y/N chuckled when he stayed dumb for a while.

Smiling an ironically pure smile, Yeosang didn't take his gaze off from between her legs as he responded:

"It's pretty.......so fucking pretty."

Turning his head, he kissed her right knee tenderly, dragging his lips around it. Eventually, he began kissing up her inner thighs, both of them, leaving no spot unattended. Y/N began to breath more rapidly as she watched him earnestly inch closer and closer to her lips.

"Oh-oh..."

Y/N gasped when Yeosang dragged the tip of his nose up her slit, making sure to press down on her clit.

"Fuck! You smell absolutely delicious babe."

Releasing her knees, he brought his fingers up so they could spread her folds apart so he could glide his wet muscle up and taste a bit of her. Yeosang couldn't get enough of her taste, as shown by his relentless effort in licking and sucking at her clit. One of his fingers began prodding at her entrance, swirling around and finally sinking inside her.

"Fucking hell Y/N, you're so tight and you're already sucking in one of my fingers. Seriously how long have you not gotten any dick?" He inquired as he added a second finger, beginning to scissor them inside her.

"Too. Fucking. Long."

Shutting her eyes, her hands went to Yeosang's hair and began pulling at it, her hips pressing against his face.

"Yeosangie..... help me..." She whined at him.

Paying attention to her needs, Yeosang buried his face in her heat once again, sucking and lapping enthusiastically, moaning occasionally as his 2 fingers slid in and out of her at a moderate pace. Y/N's chest began rising up and down, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to spilling all over her friend's face. The thought of her actually cumming in Yeosang's mouth riled her up more than she'd ever think it would. Yeosang felt her walls tightening around his fingers, clear indication she was about to cum. Being the teasing asshole he was, he pulled his fingers out and detached his mouth from her core, panting slowly from having been eating her out so passionately, some of her arousal smeared on his chin, upper lip and even on his nose.

"What the hell you jerk!?"

Y/N sat up, fully committed to smack him across the face, but he gripped her wrists as he forced her back down.

"Calm down Y/N, I promise you'll be cumming soon."

Leaning in, he kissed her forehead lovingly, sending flutters down her body. Her hand placed itself on his chest.

"Off." Although it was technically an order, she meant it more as a request.

Yeosang pulled his shirt over his head, allowing Y/N to gawked at his lean but toned abs and muscles.

"Fuck.......when did you start working out skater boi?"

Yeosang blushed and giggled shyly.

"Around the same time you began showing off your legs a lot more."

Y/N watched in anticipation as he began to remove his boxers. She widened her eyes when she saw her long time friend's cock slap against his stomach, the tip already leaking out precum.

"Holy shit. You weren't kidding when you said you weren't little." She complimented him.

Y/N reached out to try and grab it in her hand, but Yeosang swatted her hand away.

"You can suck my cock another time. Right now though, I'm dying to have it inside your tight hole."

Y/N clenched at the mere thought of having such a good looking cock inside her. She'd never outwardly admit it, but she always had a thing for visual stimulation and above average dicks.

Opening the drawer, Yeosang took out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth, soon rolling it onto his length. He slowly lowered his body on top of hers, kissing her softly as he aligned himself at her entrance. With a roll of his hips, he slid inside her, both of them moaning loudly. Yeosang let a few seconds pass before he began rolling his hips, starting at a slow and steady pace that matched the rhythm of the music playing in the background. His face hid in her neck, biting and kissing at her shoulders as his hands kept her waist firmly planted on the mattress.

"Fuck, you feel amazing Y/N." He whispered against her ear, making her sigh blissfully.

Wanting to dote on her more, he began spurting out a relay of compliments.

"You look so beautiful like this baby. Fuck! I wish I could capture this moment forever."

Feeling bold, Y/N held out her hand and began tapping around until she found what she was wanting to grab. She held out Yeosang's phone to him.

"Then why don't you?"

Yeosang groaned, halting his movements so as to not cum from her insinuation.

"Are you for real?" He wanted to make sure she wasn't kidding.

"Please just don't film my face. I don't want anyone to know it's me in case it gets in the wrong hands or you upload it to a porn site." She stated making him burst out in a lighthearted laugh.

"Oh honey I won't do that. I'm keeping this for my fap material."

Yeosang sat up as he turned on the camera. He began moving once the phone started recording the naughty scene taking place in his bedroom, this time going a little rougher than at first. He loved watching the way Y/N's tits bounced every time he pushed back inside of her. The red LED lights only made it more thrilling, adding a more erotic aesthetic that the camera captured perfectly.

~I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red, ah

She said "Fuck me like I'm famous"

I said, "Okay"~

Yeosang's free hand ran across her stomach, momentarily pressing down on the bulge protruding from there. Then it began to squeeze at her breasts, fondling and groping them in a not too harsh fashion.

"Yeosang..... I need more..." She spoke out.

Yeosang pressed paused to help her out.

"Want more? Ok. Turn around for me baby."

~Push a little further on the edge

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe~

Pulling out of her, his hands helped her turn her body for him. Y/N immediately got on all fours, but Yeosang pressed his hand on her back.

"As cute as you look right now my friend, that's not what I had in mind."

Pushing her down, he made her lay her body on the mattress into a low doggy position. Y/N looked back at him with a questioning gaze.

"Trust me Y/N. It'll have you cumming in seconds."

Picking up his phone again, he was about to resume recording when Y/N's words made him snap up.

"Sangie please fuck me raw."

Yeosang swore he had a mini heart attack when she said that.

"Y..Y/N....what are you-"

"It's ok! I'm on birth control and I just really want to feel you and have you cum inside me." She confessed unashamedly.

Yeosang thought about it for a minute before deciding 'screw it' and threw away the condom that was wrapped around his dick. Pumping himself a few times, he finally pressed record again, wanting to capture the moment he entered his friend completely raw.

This time his thrusts were more deep and fast paced, wanting to have Y/N come as fast as possible, which wasn't going to take too long, if her now loud gasps and moans were a major clue.

"Oh- oh my g-god!"

Y/N now understood what Yeosang meant when he said he'd have her cumming in seconds. With his cock pushing in and out of her rapidly it made the mattress underneath her rub against her clit in the most addicting friction she'd ever had.

"T-told you so.." Yeosang couldn't hide the shit eating grin on his face, which Y/N would have slapped off if she could see it.

Gripping at her hip harshly, he angled himself so he could hit that special spot in her, finding it quite easily after many practices in the same room from past lovers. Y/N tried biting her lip but it wasn't enough so she resorted to hiding her face on the pillow in front of her, muffling her near shrieking moans.

~You're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down~

Lifting her head up slightly, she tried to warn him.

"S-Sangie...I'm gonna-"

She threw her head down again, not wanting Yeosang's next door neighbors to complain next day about the noise, given how thin the walls were.

Positioning his phone on the dresser, Yeosang crouched down and lifted her face up to look at him. She looked almost completely fucked out, her hair sticking onto her face, sweat beads piling on her forehead. Yeosang kissed her messily, his mouth silencing some of her moans as well as his own.

"Go ahead gorgeous. Cum for me. I'll be right behind her."

Yeosang let out a deep, gutteral moan when he felt her clench around him, her body shaking underneath him as she came hard. A series of cursing ensued as he spilled himself inside her, coating her walls with his cum. He slowed down his movements, but never halted them completely, wanting her and himself to ride out their orgasms. When he finally stilled inside her, he grabbed his phone again and held it close to where their bodies connected.

"Holy shit. That's so hot." He said in an almost gloating tone as he pulled himself out of his best friend and watched as part of his cum seeped out of her.

Turning off the camera, he reached for the box of wet tissues on his nightstand and began wiping Y/N down. Tapping on her shoulder, he asked:

"You ok there bud?"

Y/N let out a muffled "Yeah."

"Cute." He shook his head.

Turning off the music, he plopped beside Y/N, turning her so they could resume spooning like they were in the beginning.

"So....?"

Y/N opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him.

"So what?" She looked at him rather puzzled.

"Do you agree now that vanilla sex is superior?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Y/N hummed as she pondered about it in her head. Turning around so her body faced his, she pulled him closer.

"I don't know.....might need a little more convincing..." She joked.

Yeosang took notice of the slight smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head.

"Oh trust me. I don't think this will be the last time...."

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~Song used here: Slow Down- Chase Atlantic ~

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A/N: Why everytime I post something it disappears from the tags a few hours later? ugh-

"Leave me alone, Yangyang." You snapped, ignoring his supplications as you walked past him.

"Y/n, please listen to me." He begged you, grabbing your forearm to stop you in your tracks and didn't say anything when you immediately pulled out of his grip. It was clear that you resented him. Seeing him kissing your worst enemy at a party had the effect of a dagger in the back, you had felt betrayed and he himself understood how you felt. He fucked up this time and he knew it.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me. It wasn't intended. I was drunk and it wasn't until after kissing her that I realized my mistake." He confessed, looking down in shame, feeling bad for hurting you like that. You stared at him for a few seconds, feeling yourself relax slightly by seeing him this way. He had been your best friend since childhood and you knew that when he was making this expression, it clearly meant that he was really sorry for what he did.

"Give me a good reason why I should believe and forgive you." You said slightly curtly. You knew his apology was sincere, but you just wanted to know if he could come out with something better than a simple apology.

At your words, he slowly looked up before immediately looked away when he met your insistent eyes. You frowned in confusion when he blushed slightly and opened his mouth for only stammer out a few words. Suddenly his attitude had changed, which put you in total incomprehension again.

"The r-reason why is.." He took a deep breath slowly, wanting to give himself some semblance of courage. "I love you." Your eyes widened, also feeling the blush take place on your face.

"Stop saying bullshit." You almost screamed at him. Your best friend who admits loving you after kissing the girl you hated the most? What an irony.

"Why would I say bullshit?" He frowned slightly and before you could answer him, he continued.

"If you think I'm making this up just to 'redeem' myself, you imagine things." He walked over to you, his previous nervousness having completely disappeared from his facial expression. "I really love you Y/n, I swear. I've been in love with you since we started high school."

"So why have you-" You tried to add, but immediately shut your mouth as he leaned in on you, leaving even less space between the two of you and that only increased your nervousness.

"I told you; I was completely drunk." He looked down at you, scratching the back of his neck lightly, before looking away from you. "On top of that, seeing you flirt with this guy... I.. It pissed me off so fucking much, in addition that I didn't have any chance with you, it just-"

"Who said you didn't have a chance with me?" You cut him off, your sentence surprised him, making him widen his eyes.

"I.. No one, but-" He stuttered, before he was cut off once again, but this time by your lips on his. He was taken aback at first, but was quick to respond to your kiss. At first, the kiss was passionate, it reflected how he had dreamed of kissing you all years, but you were the one who gave a sensual twist to the movement of your lips against each other.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your hips, his hands gently caressing your back. The closeness to your bodies no longer existed and you almost forgot you were in the middle of your school hallway. Lucky it was the middle of the day, meaning the hallways were completely empty.

The weight that Yangyang felt inside of him from the moment he realized he had feelings for you, was gone, leaving room for more butterflies than before in his stomach. You softly chuckled as you began to feel his growing bulge pressing against your lower body.

"What? Why are you laughing?" He asked, moving his kisses to your jaw, then down to your neck, which he gently bit and licked.

"Well, I can feel you getting hard when we're just kissing." You smirked, but was interrupted when he bit a certain spot on your neck, causing you to let out a broken little moan.

"Found it." He whispered proudly to himself, before attacking that specific spot again, knowing now that this is one of your sweetest weaknesses.

"And can you even blame me? I'm literally making out with the girl I've been fantasizing on the most for years now. Obviously I'll get turned on the slightest." He said, straightening up to face you. He gave you a malicious smirk, before suddenly gripping your ass firmly in his hands, making you gasp again.

"So cute." He said, his teasing smirk widening as you rolled your eyes, annoyance taking place in your head.

"Stop teasing me. You know you're starting to make me regret-" You were cut off by the sound of heels slamming on the floor echoing in the hallway. You have had time to separate when a professor appeared in the entry section of the hallway, her gaze focusing directly on you two.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" She looked at both of you up and down, before arching an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Yes ma'am. We just ran into each other and I took the opportunity to ask her a quick question." Yangyang quickly explained.

Turning around and getting ready to leave, he didn't forget to lean towards your ear, his words causing your dirty imagination to go wild and an exciting heat to form between your legs.

"My house. 7 p.m."

You watched him heading back to his class with your mouth slightly open, but you quickly pulled yourself together, realizing that the teacher who caught you was still waiting for you to go back to class toi, arms crossed against her chest and a even more frown stretching her face.

But you stopped halfway towards your lesson when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Yangyang: By the way, don't forget to hide the hickie on your neck. You wouldn't want others to see it, would you?

I fucking hate him. You thought.

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