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His Secret Admirer (Final Part) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one | part two | part three |bonus chapter

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a/n: ahhh you guys we’ve reached the end of the His Secret Admirer series! So bittersweet :,). Thank you for all the love on the chapters I’ve put out, it means a lot that people enjoy my writing this much. And thank you for 500 followers!! (still can’t believe that).

Here is the well awaited Part 4, the final part. I am sooo beyond happy with how this came out I honestly think it’s my best one, and it’s also the longest out of all of them! I had so much fun writing it i love these two so much it hurts. I hope you guys enjoy reading! 💗

contains: sooo much fluffff with a sprinkle of spice 🤭

The next morning came terribly fast, which was pretty much the opposite of what you had hoped for. You awoke groggy and unsettled, the night hadn’t the courtesy of blessing you with the rest you so badly needed to prepare for what was to come. Today was the day of the well awaited festival, the day you looked forward to all year, and now you were dreading in with every fiber in your body. While you tried to convince yourself you were ready to face Neteyam, you were still utterly terrified at the possibility of potentially facing rejection.

You pulled the light sheet that held warmth to your body over your face, hoping your mother would somehow forget you even existed.  You weren’t even sure you were breathing. Your body tensed when you heard footsteps nearing, shutting your eyes and making a wish for them to disappear. Perhaps it would’ve worked had you not used them all up last night, begging for at least a couple hours of continuous, undisturbed sleep.

The sheets were pulled from over your head, the bright sunlight making an abrupt reappearance and aiding in waking you up completely. “Maaaa!” You groaned, throwing an arm up to cover your eyes. “Leave me, I’m not ready.” Your whining did nothing to deter your mother from her plans.

“Up, child. There is no time like the present.” She sat beside you, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you to sit up next to her.

You sluggishly lifted your body from where you had fallen asleep last night, your shoulders slumping as you looked at her with doubting eyes. “But what if it all goes wrong?”

“No fear, everything will work out the way it is meant to in the end.” She spoke reassuringly, stroking your arm.

Your mother was always so positive all the time, and usually she was correct. You had no idea how she did it, but it’s been proven your mother knows best so you listened. You exhaled, your uncertainty leaving along with your breath and nodding your head in agreement.

“Good, now we must begin. There is no time to waste.” She grinned.

Taking your braids down took what felt like three lifetimes. In na’vi culture when a woman is looking to court a potential mate, her hair must be loose and styled differently than it is everyday. Something about impressing the male you would be promised to. You tugged at the beads that had been woven into your hair for about a month now, wincing whenever it would catch a loose strand in the process. Though the action of unloosing them was both daunting and aggravating, you couldn’t help the way your excitement grew every time you moved onto the next one.

You ran your fingers through your jet black hair, it slightly wavy from the style it had previously been in. It stopped just above your mid back, the sides pulled back and secured with a clasp adorned with beautiful crimson colored feathers. Two strands were left out in the front, the bottoms having two of each of the beads you used for Neteyam’s necklace on them.

Your mother had sewn together a gorgeous outfit for you, the top garment using the same feathers you had in your hair. They were strung together with thin beaded loops, about three small feathers coming down on each side of your chest to maintain your decency. You held it out in front of you, looking towards your mother apprehensively. The top was so tiny, you wondered if it would actually even cover anything.

Thankfully for you, it did. You still felt a bit exposed as this was much more revealing and dainty than something you would normally wear, however you knew it was only because of the occasion, so you obliged. The feathers felt soft against your skin, and you gently toyed with the intricate beading that tickled below your collarbone. You eyed yourself in the slab of glass that served as a mirror, covering your mouth in awe at the sight of yourself.  You hadn’t felt this beautiful in a while and your mom could tell, coming over to give you a tight hug and smiling back at you in the reflection.

“My child, you look stunning. I cannot believe how much you’ve grown.” Her voice was one of intense admiration, backing away and waving her hands as she started to tear up.

“Mama,” You laughed to yourself, bringing a hand up to your cheek as you quickly became embarrased. Your smile was bittersweet, approaching your very emotional mother and taking hold of her shaky hands. “Don’t cry. I’m still your little syulang.”

She sniffed and nodded in immediate agreeance, pulling you into yet another hug that you were sure would cut off your airways this time. Wiping her tears, she reached over to grab the necklace the two of you had made off the table, gently placing it in your open palm and closing it. “Go get him.” She gleamed.

~~~

Neteyam sat on a stool in front of a mirror in his family’s home, head hung in silence and hands clasped together in his lap. He eyed them closely, feigning interest while his thumbs twiddled idly. The tension in the air between him and his mother as she prepared him for the festival could easily be sliced with the knife he kept strapped to his waist. His braids were pulled back, orange feathers weaved into the strands here and there. He had a burning urge to pluck them out, grimacing at the fact that Eyiti would be wearing matching ones.

Neytiri worked on him silently, a word hadn’t been spoken between them since his outburst yesterday, and he felt the guilt eating him alive. His mother always had something to say, even if it were something as simple as correcting him on his grammar. Knowing her to be outspoken, she made sure her opinion was always heard, even if nobody wanted to listen. So the fact that he hadn’t heard her so much as scold him made him worry. Either her feelings were vastly hurt, or she was in deep contemplation about something.

“Your father and I have made a decision.” The sudden appearance of his mother’s voice caused his head to snap up in her direction, his mouth open slightly while he awaited the verdict. He searched her face for any hint towards what she would say next, but lately it’s been hard for him to read her emotions. Saying the two of them had been disconnected recently was putting it lightly.

“And?” He questioned, his voice just above a whisper. For some reason he was afraid that if he asked too eagerly, the answer he received would be opposite of the one he so badly wanted.

“And,” She sighed, placing the tool she had used to help re-braid his hair down on the table. “We have decided to let you choose your own mate.”

His eyes widened the second the words left her lips and his arms trapped her in a tight embrace before she could fully finish what she was saying. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” He repeated, feeling that familiar lump return to his throat. “I’m so sorry for what I said, mother.” His voice split as her hand came down to affectionally caress his head.

“Neteyam,” She peered down at him empathetically, using her hand to turn his face towards her and keeping it on his cheek. “Do not apologize, you were right. We have no right to dictate who you love. I chose for myself, as should you.” She nodded, pulling him away gently so she could finish getting him ready. “All that’s needed from you, is to get through tonight.” Tying his songchord around his bicep, she smiled at him and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. “And after that, I would love to meet the girl my son has fought so hard for.”

~~~

You watched as na’vi gleefully danced into the auburn night, singing out praises to the spirits and celebrating a year that had awarded your clan with yet another bountiful hunting season. There was a big bonfire off to the side where a circle of drunken men sat around, laughing loudly and feasting on the legs of an animal with gluttony. You clasped the necklace in your hands tightly and carefully made your way through the crowd, repeating affirmations in your head to keep yourself from puking. It was simple, really. Find Neteyam, give him the necklace, and tell him you have feelings for him and want to be his life long mate. Boom, happily ever after. Easy, right? Wrong. You kept forgetting that she-devil would probably be attached to him at the hip, making your plan even harder to go through with than it already was.

You shook the image out of your head before it burned itself into your skull, mapping out your breathing to remain calm. “You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” You mumbled to yourself, peeking your head around in the mass of people until your eyes locked on the man of the hour.

The second you saw him it felt like time came to a full stop. Neteyam looked even more breathtaking than usual, you had thought that would’ve been impossible until this very moment. You honestly had to stop thinking like that, this was the second time he had proven you wrong and it was getting kind of embarrassing seeing as your mouth would hang open in utter shock every time. Colorful beads and feathers embelished his hair and he wore a shoulder piece that made it easy to determine his status when he stood next to the other young men. You stared at him incredulously, almost forgetting what you were supposed to be doing right now.

You wished you could have stayed there forever and it was nice while it lasted, but unfortunately it was time to face reality.

A body that had been blocking your sight of who was next to him moved to the side and Eyiti came into view, her hand clasped onto Neteyam’s forearm as she stood next to him. Her grip so tight you could see the indentations in his arm, it looked like it hurt. You swallowed what felt like an impossible lump to push down, closing your eyes and repeating encouraging words to yourself.

You quickly decided it was not working like it did before.

“I can’t do this.” Your chest heaved, your lungs out of breath without even holding it. You spun around on your heels before he could notice you, prepared to accept defeat and go home.

But the unexpected sounds of blood curdling screams and shrieks caused you to gasp and quickly return to your prior position, the commotion of people frantically running to safety not allowing you to see what was going on. “What? What’s going on?” You grabbed the shoulders of some around you and spoke anxiously, but your attempts were futile. Your ears perked up attentively at the sound of a spine-chilling growl.

Oh no. Not here.

Your feet picked up speed before your mind could register where they were taking you. Ducking through the crowd, you hurriedly ushered the children who hadn’t yet found their mothers together and in the opposite direction of the growling. War cries began to ring out, and you watched as every hunter surrounding the perimeter of the common grounds raised their bows and weapons with haste.

“Wait!” You hopelessly shoved past barriers of your people, your voice not having the ability to project over the warriors shouting above you. You squeezed yourself between panicked bodies and nearly tripped over limbs, your ears letting you know you were getting closer.

Jake and Neytiri had since stood from their chairs that were positioned to look down over the people, and the expressions on their faces let you know that the situation in front of them was far from good.

Directly in front of Neteyam and Eyiti stood a blood thirsty Palulukan, it’s six strong legs aiding in it’s slow and menacing prance towards them. By the looks of its nostrils flaring in agitation, you were sure it would pounce any second. Neteyam, being the fearless warrior he is, instinctively stepped in front of Eyiti and raised his bow, stretching an arrow against the string with one swift motion.

You forced yourself into the center where others had backed up enough to make a large circle. Mothers held onto their children protectively, more terrified than ever. “Neteyam, lower your bow!” Your voice caught his attention almost instantly but his arms stayed raised in position, ready to protect whoever he needed to.

His eyes did not meet yours, instead they stayed targeted on the vicious animal in front of him and he shook his head harshly, not daring to let his attention waver. “Get back [Y/n]. Now.” He ordered.

You shoved the necklace you realized you were still clutching away and into your bag, your hands put out in front of you as you pleaded with him. “Please, you are scaring her. She will pounce.” You responded breathlessly, your eyes flickering between him and the most feared creature on Pandora who was obviously not in the best mood. You were most familiar with her than the others of her species, she was the one you often ran into when venturing through the forest and you could instantly tell by the sound of her growl. You usually had scraps to offer her but it was extremely rare that a Palulukan would come deep into the village, leaving you with nothing to utilize but your own skills.

“She?” You heard Lo’ak’s voice carry over from the top of the hill, referring to the fact that you knew the gender of the savage animal you all heard stories of when you were young. “[Y/n], are you crazy?!” He screeched.

Kiri’s head snapped in his direction and she swatted at his arm. “Lo’ak, hush! You must not distract her.” Whisper yelling at him so only he could hear, he rubbed his arm to soothe the sting and scowled at her.

Tuk peeked out from behind Kiri’s legs, tugging on her fingers to get her attention with a worried look on her face. “Is it gonna hurt her?” Kiri peered down at her younger sister, gently shushing her and shaking her head before returning her attention back to you. Her gaze was one of profound fascination and oddly enough— trusting.

Pre-occupied with trying to stop Neteyam from releasing his arrow in defense, you hadn’t noticed Eyiti slowly backing away from him, the look on her face one of great terror.

The last thing you wanted to do when face to face with an animal threatening to attack, was move.

“Do not!” You shrieked, your warning coming late when the snarling creature started towards her. She screamed in fear, tripping over her own feet and falling flat on her butt. Her eyes flooded with tears and she used her hands to crawl backwards, farther away from the snarling beast. You hate to admit it but there was a tiny part of you that wanted to let this creature sink her teeth into the girl who had made it her life’s mission to terrorize you. The elders, including Neteyam’s parents and hers, stood in attention at the top of the hill at the roots of home tree. Eyiti’s parents called out to her in distress, but they were much too far to assist and moving would only accelerate the attack. They would never make it in time.

You jumped into action, strategically positioning yourself right in the middle of the Palulukan and a defenseless Eyiti. The entire clan gasped, some even cried out prayers and shielded the eyes of their children as they were sure you would die in this very moment. Neteyam was the only one who relaxed somewhat, the string of his bow becoming less taut. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but for some reason, he felt you knew what you were doing.

“Ma Jake!” Neytiri cried out, one hand on her chest and the other grabbing his arm, begging for him to do something. “It will kill her!”

Jake stared down at the scene unfolding in front of him, completely bewildered with his mouth hanging open. “What the hell is she doing? Get out of there!” He yelled.

With your shoulders pulled back confidently, you mirrored the hunting approach of the animal in front of you and glared through your brows, stalking like a Palulukan would before ambushing its prey. You watched it take a step back once you rounded closer in attempt to force more room between it and the blubbering girl behind you, then raising a hand in the air to silence the na’vi who had many distracting comments and opposing opinions against your methods. “Mawey my people, mawey!” You shouted, not taking your eyes off the task in front of you.

Your olo’eyktan watched intently, signaling his approval to the men to lower their weapons like you instructed.

Kiri smiled from ear to ear while watching you, the expression on her face contrasting greatly from everyone else’s. “I knew it.” She whispered to herself, resulting in Lo’ak looking at her like she had lost her Eywa-loving mind.

The giant beast opened its mouth and a loud, menacing roar rumbled deep from its diaphragm. Sharp quills stood tall off its neck while its beard flared out as an intimidation tactic. You stood unfazed, tilting your head with narrowed eyes and loudly hissing in response. Your ears had fallen flat against your hair while you barred your sharp fangs right back with no fear. Neteyam blinked at you in genuine disbelief when the animal’s challenging stance faltered, its legs lowering itself into a submissive position in defeat.

You sighed in relief and rolled your eyes, steadily approaching the beast and gently stroking its head. “What is the matter with you, Yuna? Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I-is she… talking to it?” The younger Sully boy questioned, looking back and forth to anyone for an answer. Nobody could respond to him, everyone stood in shock- not able to process what had just happened. “It has a name? Bro, is nobody as lost as I am right now?” He screamed, his hands holding his head as if it were about to explode.

Your eyes dropped down when you noticed one of her legs slightly raised off the ground. You quirked an eyebrow and crouched to get a better look, easily recognizing what had made her come into the village in the first place. There was a thick, sharp chunk of wood lodged between the webbing of her paw. It would have been impossible to remove on her own.

“Oh my… you poor thing. Let me help you.” Your voice was sympathetic as you lowered your head to examine how deep it had gone, deciding it was safe for you to remove it. You used all of your strength to lift the paw that was much bigger than the size of your head with assistance from the creature, gripping the large splinter and finally removing it with a grunt after a few seconds of tugging. The animal roared in pain, and with a whimper its demeanor quelled due to the instant relief, earning an accomplished smile from you. You looked around in search of food, grabbing some teylu out of a bowl from a table off to the side. You tossed the blood stained slab of lumber to the ground once you rose to your feet.

“Make a path.” You ordered, watching the crowd that was huddled around you hurriedly part like the Red Sea.

You waved the worms in front of the creature’s nose, watching her nostrils twitch with interest before you threw them into the direction of the forest. You watched the thanator gallop away, sighing and wiping your hands off onto your legs.

“Ma Jake… Who is that girl? She possesses a fine ability.” The Tsahik stared down at you, her voice seeping with pure awe. She couldn’t even blink. Neytiri had never seen such a display in her entire life. A Palulukan had not been tamed like this since… well, her. Almost two decades past. And even then, that had been an offer of assistance from Eywa to restore balance to the land during the war with the sky people. A genuine taming, such as this, was completely unheard of.

Kiri placed a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “That is the girl Neteyam has been trying to tell you about this entire time, mother.” She smiled. “That girl, is [Y/n].”

“My daughter.” Your mother’s voice clarified as she emerged from the crowd to address Tshaik, effectively catching Neytiri’s attention, but your mother’s eyes remained on you from afar. She had been watching closely, off to the side the entire time. You had explained your hunches with the animals of Pandora to her before, how you felt a deeper connection to them than most did. All of them, even those forbidden to interact with. Though she had never seen it for herself until now, her faith in you never wavered for a second. Her eyes filled with pride seeing her daughter prove herself in a way even better than she had imagined.

Remembering you were in the middle of the circle, you looked up to see everyone gawking at you and cleared your throat before speaking up.

“Um… I’m sorry about her. You all can go back to the party now, everything’s fine. Please, proceed.” You looked around and motioned to the tables that still had candles lit atop them, staring blankly at all the eyes that were glued to your face. You were definitely not used to having this much attention on you, or attention period. It was so quiet you could hear the crackling of the bonfire in the distance. Nobody could believe how casually you were speaking about what you had just done.

“Y-you saved my life… I- Thank you.” Eyiti was a sniffling mess, her body trembling in shock from what could’ve resulted in her death. Her cheeks were stained with tears and for once in her life, her expression matched her words. Oh how it made your heart swell with joy to see her groveling.

Looking down at her, your face twisted as if you had smelled something rotten. “No, I saved my friend’s life. You, however, just happened to get lucky.” You scoffed, making your way out of the circle.

Neteyam’s breaths were heavy as he watched you, glancing up to his father with sanguine eyes, a silent plea to go after you. As soon as Jake hurriedly gave him the okay, he was running off into the crowd. Not even taking a second to help his so called ‘date’ up from the ground that served in humbling her.

He tried his best to keep up with your strides, losing sight of you a few times and apologizing to those he bumped into. He rolled his arm, swiping off the shoulder piece that was preventing him from keeping up with you and letting it drop to the ground. He plucked the feathers out of his hair with zero regard of those watching, wanting to rid of everything that had to do with the girl who kept you two apart.

You managed to make your way out of the sea of people and faded into the forest, ducking under branches and successfully escaping from the sudden influx of attention you gained from your entire village. A relaxed breath left your lips once you were out of sight, trying to take in the fact that you had saved not only one life but two, all while in front of the boy you were preparing to confess to at that. You whipped your head around at the sound of leaves rustling, hearing a voice that never failed to make your heart jump.

“[Y/n], wait!” Neteyam called out for you, his expression softening once you finally stopped. “Jeez, you’re fast.” He breathed out.

You couldn’t help the smile that threatened to appear on your face, dissappointment quickly flooding back in once you remembered the reason the two of you hadn’t been together in the first place. “Yes?”

He searched your eyes for anything that would tell him you were just as stunned as he was, but he was unsuccessful. You stood in front of him, appearing nonchalant despite what had just occurred. “What was that back there?” He asked, reaching forward and taking hold of your arm. “It was like you knew what to do. How?”

You looked down at his hand on your skin, not even being able to think as he was touching you. You swallowed hard, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly as you tried to find an answer. “I-I don’t know. I just… I listened to her. It was like I could hear her- hear her voice.” Your tone grew faint when your eyes met his again, realizing he had never once stopped looking at you, even when you stopped looking at him. You chewed your bottom lip, lowering your head to stare at the ground with a puff of air that was supposed to be a laugh. “You think I’m crazy now, don’t you.” You mumbled.

“No, no! I believe you, I do. I promise.” He shook his head vigorously, dipping his head to catch your faltering gaze once he realized that his wide-eyed, dumbfounded look must’ve given off that impression. “Look, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I did not plan for any of that to happen, with Eyiti. It was my parents doing, I tried to get out of it but I couldn’t…” He sighed, his voice faltering when he spoke of her. He didn’t even want to think about her, let alone bring her up to you.  

He felt you pull away slightly, apprehensive due to you having no idea what was really going on behind the scenes other than what you had witnessed with your own eyes.

“[Y/n],” His eyebrows creased apologetically, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. “Follow me, please. I will explain everything, I just really, really need you to come with me.”

You could never say no to him, even with the residual feelings of betrayal that lingered in the back of your mind. The desperate look worn on his face was enough for you to give in without another thought. A small nod of your head brightened his face up immediately, though you could tell he was trying to let himself not get too excited at the small victory.

He took your hand into his, fingers intertwining and hearts racing. Your cheeks heated red as he pulled you through the forest with a firm grip, no intention of letting you go.

You followed closely behind him, looking back in the direction of the festival when you heard music resume in the distance. You felt a pang of guilt, you didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble yet again. “Neteyam, you are the chief’s son. Are you sure you can just up and leave like this? They will surely be looking for you-”

The two of you broke out from the trees and onto a stretched path, your breath catching in your throat when you were suddenly pulled into his chest. If you had inched just a smidge closer, your noses would have been touching. You blinked sporadically, probably to keep yourself from fainting.

“I do not care what anyone thinks. Now is not about them, it’s about you.” The words flowed from his mouth smooth like silk, and with the way his amber eyes eyes were mending into yours you truly felt as if nothing else mattered to him. “Yesterday, you said you wanted to go on another Ikran ride with me, no?” You had no idea how he was able to maintain eye contact so easily, your legs felt like they were about to snap at any moment and you thanked Eywa you had his arms to hold onto.

“Yes…” You would have looked away by now, but his eyes were inviting you in. There was such a different look to them, like he was seeing into you. The sound he made to call for his banshee brought you back to reality. “O-oh, right now?” You gulped, seeing his Ikran land at the end of the trail.

“Yes, now.” He laughed at your stuttering, gently pulling your hand and leading you over. He glanced at you while he prepped the saddle, a playful smirk playing on his lips as you eyed the animal, the apprehensiveness you held for years trying to re-introduce itself. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re scared. This isn’t your first time.” He hopped onto its back, extending a hand out to you.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes narrowed, pretending to look offended at his teasing. “You wish.” You took his hand and grinned, allowing him to pull you up behind him. You settled into the saddle, breathing out before loosely snaking your arms around him like you remembered.

“Come on love, I don’t bite.” He chuckled, taking your arms and tightening them around him. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.” You blushed, a small shiver striking through your body when he grasped your hands and placed them over his chest just like he had done the first time.

“Shut up.” Had he not been able to hear the grin overshadowing your words he probably would have thought you were being serious.

“Ready?” He looked over his shoulder, face beaming.

Before you could even respond, a chirp to his Ikran sent it plunging into the sky at full speed. A scream left your mouth, but unlike last time, this one was oozing with exhilaration. Your grip on him tightened and you pressed your cheek against his warm back, a laugh producing from him at your thrilled squeals every time he took an unexpected dip or a turn.

Your eyes were so focused on the gorgeous display below you that when you began to ascend higher and higher into the sky, the landscape seemingly shrinking caused you to look up at his focused expression. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

After a few more minutes of flying passed, your set destination came into view. The hallelujah mountains approaching made you gasp in amazement, you had never once gotten to see them up-close due to your now squashed fear of flying. He felt your heartbeat quicken against his back, the sensation of his hand reaching back to rub your thigh instantly drawing your attention away from the scenic landscape in front of you.

The banshee came to a gradual landing on one of the larger floating platforms, its heavy wing beats slowing once its feet made contact with the ground.

Your gaze immediately locked on the faint flickering of candles in the distance, having trouble pulling your attention away from them as he dismounted. “Neteyam… What is that?” Your voice was calm and directed towards him- but your eyes remained in front of you, worried that if you expressed too much interest, whatever it was that he had set up would disappear.

“Just, come on.” He smiled diffidently and pinched the back of his neck, ignoring your question and holding his hand out to you once again.

You hurriedly grasped it and hopped off the saddle, using his arm to stabilize your landing. You could tell he was a bit nervous but you hadn’t known the exact reason why. He leisurely lead you along and you turned your head towards him, the smile on his face making your own appear as a blanket laid over the grass with a few small, lit candles became visible. You held his hand with both of yours now and squeezed gently, marveling at the set up still ahead. You couldn’t contain your excitement and skipped off without him, lowering to your knees on the soft fabric at your feet.

You brought a hand over your mouth to stifle what would’ve been your one hundredth gasp of the day, taking a glimpse around and seeing a spread of your favorite fruits and snacks positioned off to the side. “Neteyam,” You lifted your head to see he had caught up with you now, grabbing his hand and lightly pulling on it to urge him to sit down with you. “You did this for me?” The spread along with the pillowy, bioluminescent foliage around you were all very enticing, but you couldn’t look at anything else but him.

He sat beside you, blushing and nodding his head while eyeing everything like it was his first time seeing it. “Yeah. Well, I may have asked Kiri for some help cutting the fruits. And Lo’ak assisted me in bringing everything up here…” He trailed off once he saw your sudden unamused expression, most likely due to the fact that he always struggles to take credit for the sweet things he does. He cleared his throat, rephrasing his answer. “Yes, I did it for you.” He grinned.

Your hands came up to cup his flushed face, yellow orbs overflowing with adoration for the man in front of you. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever thought to do for me, I-“ Your sentence came to a halt and your hands slowly retracted from his face upon remembering something that still hadn’t been addressed.

He noticed your demeanor change, bringing his hands up to stop yours from falling completely. “I talked to my parents,” Somehow he was able to answer the question that was lingering in your mind, without you even having to say it out loud. “They’re letting me choose now. I can choose my mate.” He repeated, making sure you didn’t miss a single word he was saying.

“That’s good.” You smiled at him sadly, not being able to help your gaze falling to the side to avoid looking at him.

He rolled his eyes at you in a joking manner, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up at him. “And I choose you, sxkawng.”

“You can’t,” You shook your head, feeling betrayed by your own mouth at the words it picked as a response. “I am not a healer, Neteyam. Or a hunter. I don’t have what it takes to be Tsahik. I can’t-“

“No,” He cut you off before you could finish, like the words angered him to even listen to. “You don’t need to be anything other than yourself, [Y/n]. Do you not remember how you single-handedly managed to save our village tonight? You have proved yourself plenty, trust me.” He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “You are so much more than special, and you always have been. Especially to me.” His tone comforting and leaking with affection, he used his other hand to caress your cheek while he reassured you.

“Neteyam….” You melted into his touch and leaned against his hand, feeling all the uncertainty you held for yourself slip away.

He went to tuck one of your front strands behind your ear to get a better look at your face, then he paused. Watching his expression change, his eyebrows furrowed as he peered at what was woven in on the ends. “These beads,” He stared intently, deep in thought while he rolled one between his index finger and his thumb to try and spark a memory. “I feel like I have seen them before.”

Your mind instantly flashed back to when you had pushed through the circle to stop the Palulukan, remembering that you were still holding the necklace when you came into his line of sight. “Oh!” You quickly reached behind you to grab your small pouch, lifting the strap over and off your shoudlers then opening it and sifting through the contents. He watched curiously, his eyes illuminating when you revealed a necklace made of the same beads that were in your hair.

His mouth opened but you were already explaining before he could ask. “I-it’s for you. I was gonna give it to you, at the festival. But then I saw you with her and everything started happening so I-“

He delicately took it into his hands, tilting his head to the side to get a better look. His head was dropped down as he studied it and silence that weighed in the air began to worry you.

“You don’t like it?” Your voice was quiet and your sweating palms indicated how nervous you truly were.

His strong arms suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. You were shocked at his unforeseen actions but ultimately had zero complaints. “I love it.” He whispered, pulling away to look at you with one of the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen on his face. “You made this for me?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe it.

You quickly nodded, still trying to gather your thoughts. “Well, it was my idea, but I was on a time crunch so my mom-“ You stopped yourself, seeing the same kind of look on his face you had given him earlier when he went off on a tangent to discredit his efforts. The both of you were thrown into a fit of laughter at the moment of deja-vu. “Yes, I made it for you.”

You took the necklace back into your hands, motioning it towards him as a silent offer to help him put it on. He obliged, using a hand to hold his braids up and out of the way.

You licked your bottom lip and sat up on your knees, realizing now that you had accidentally volunteered yourself to get closer to him. You moved your body in his direction, not missing the way his eyes tracked every movement you conducted. You brought your hands apart and circled them around his neck, trying your hardest not to think about the way his breath was fanning against your shoulder, his lips lightly grazing it. You felt his gaze boring into your face, the pace of your heart increasing as you fiddled with the clasp before fastening it.

“There, all done.” You mumbled, allowing your hands to trail against the skin from the back of his neck down to the front of his chest. As you pulled away it was impossible to hide from his stare, your eyes connecting with his. The both of you sat there for a beat, simply looking into each other’s eyes until he decided to make the first move. He leaned forward, stopping inches from your face. Your breath shuddered, his eyes falling from yours, to your lips, then back up again.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out, his fingers brushed against your sides, eager to hold you but wanting to wait until he had your permission.

God, you thought he’d never ask.

He took you falling in to close the remaining space between your lips as a prompt yes. Your eyes fluttered to a close the moment your lips met, your arms ribboning around his neck to bring him closer. His hands followed suit and grappled onto your waist, his right arm hooking around your back to pull you up and into his lap as the kiss deepened almost instantly.

You broke for air after a few seconds, raking your hands into his braids when he quickly became too impatient to wait for you to catch your breath. You held his head whilst he placed featherweight kisses along your jaw, mindlessly craning your head to the side to grant him further admittance to your sensitive skin.

You nuzzled your cheek against the top of his braids, not being able to stop yourself from inhaling deeply to take in his scent. You felt his lips latch and suck on the skin of your collarbone, gasping at the feeling and knowing it would for sure leave a mark. Biting your lip to contain your voice, you drew your body away from his.

His head snapped up to look at you, fearful that he had done something you didn’t like or made you uncomfortable in any way.

His worries were extinguished once taking in the wanting look on your face, eyeing carefully when you reached back to grab your long braid and pull it forward. He followed suit, eagerly bringing his own to present it to you. The ends of your queues unveiled from the hair that protected them once in close proximity with each other.

“[Y/n], we will be mated for life if we do this.” He started, not wanting to rush you into a decision just in case this wasn’t truly what you wanted.

You placed a reassuring kiss on his lips, pressing your forehead against his once you pulled away. “I promise, Nete’. I want this.”

The two of you brought your hands closer, your queues grasping onto each other and intertwining to make Tsaheylu. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed, your body trying to adjust to the new feeling that had been gifted to you. It was as if you could now feel everything he was feeling, think everything he was thinking. You felt the immense love he held for you all these years coarse through your veins. He had already told you this, but feeling it was something completely new, a foreign sensation you didn’t know you could crave this badly until now. Neteyam’s head hung below you, and based on the short, uneven breaths that could be heard from him paired with his chest rising and falling— you knew he felt it too.

He finally raised his head to look at you, his hands tenderly rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You allowed your back to be pressed against the soft blanket beneath you as he switched the position the two of you were in, meeting your lips again. His lips chased yours every time he felt you pull away, and with each kiss his lips transferred the burning desire he had onto you. Your mouth parted instinctively when his warm tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you gladly allowed it in, hands fervently grasping onto each other in attempt to be closer than you already were. You smoothed over his chiseled back, fidgeting under him slightly at the heat you felt starting to grow deep in your core while his wandering hands served as further ammunition.

You had no idea where he learned how to do all this but you were so far from a complaint that you wouldn’t even be able to hear if it yelled your name. The two of you kissed like it would be your last, lips melded together to confirm it had been a mistake that they were apart all these years.

“‘Teyam…” You softly moaned against his lips, his ears flicking in delight at the way you called his name. You trailed a hand down his torso, fingers rolling over his abs and feeling them tense at your touch. You rapidly felt yourself growing impatient, your back arching off the ground and your heaving chest coming in contact with his.

His large hand squeezed the plush area where your thigh met your hip, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist securely then dragging his hand back up to continue loving on your heated, dark blue skin. A finger finally slipped under the string of your loincloth and with one swift motion it could be lost and forgotten for the night. His heart was beating against his chest so hard he swore you could hear it. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, but simply hovered his lips over yours with enough room for you to speak.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tone was gruff and deep, tail swishing in delight as he could already feel what the answer was against his leg.

“Please don’t.” You panted out whatever would use up the least time, not wanting his lips to leave yours for more than a second and using your hand at the back of his neck to pull him right back down into you.

~~~

You were glad tonight would be a warm one, seeing as the two of you wouldn’t be moving from this spot anytime soon. Where in the world he had tossed your garments was a problem to be saved for the morning.

Even if you actually wanted to move, you couldn’t. Neteyam’s arms were wrapped so tightly around you, as if you would slip right through his fingers if he let up in the slightest. Not to mention that you were sure the minute you’d try to stand up, the stability of your legs would automatically succeed in embarrassing you.

You couldn’t exactly see just how marked up the skin surrounding your neck and chest looked, but brief flashbacks of him nipping at where he’d noticed other men ogling at before pretty much told you that you were in for a treat. Your mother would probably faint if she saw you like this, so you’d make sure to stop and get some yahlnabark in the morning to tend to the bruising before home.

Neither you or Neteyam had taken it upon yourselves to break Tsaheylu, wanting to relish in the unfamiliar feeling of comfort it brought. Enjoying your hearts beating as one, you cuddled closer to him while your queues lay connected between your exhausted bodies.

You spent your time afterwards threading your fingers through his hair and against his scalp, appreciating every part of him. The both of you took turns feeding the other pieces of fruit, easily resembling a cliche married couple on their honeymoon and giggling at yourselves for it, completely lovestruck.

“You are so beautiful… Did I tell you that already?” He twirled the strands of your hair along his fingers, his elbow propping him up and his eyes utterly mesmerized as they trailed from your head to your toes over and over again. He had said it so many times already that you were starting to forget your own name.

You cheesed, nodding your head while he continued to delve into how gorgeous you looked for the umpteenth time regardless of your answer.

The twinkling stars in the sky above begged for your attention, but all your eyes could focus on was him. The way his face lit up when he spoke of something that excited him, the sound of his voice when he laughed at his own corny jokes. You could listen to him go on and on for hours. You lived for it all and didn’t want to miss any of it.

“I won’t disappear, you know,” He chuckled at your melancholy expression, planting a prolonged kiss on your cheek that made your heart skip a beat. “Not this time.” He assured, lifting the back of your hand to kiss your knuckles.

This was definitely something to get used to. Him displaying his love for you so openly as well as literally being able to tell what was on your mind.

“I know that, but I can’t take any chances. I miss you already and you’re right here in front of me.” You pouted, not being able to stop it from transforming into a sheepish smile.

After a while of laying together he started to doze off, his slowed breathing indicating as such. He had tried to keep himself awake for as long as he could, going to sit back up every time he felt his eyes begin to close and swearing that he wasn’t tired. You had to hammer it into his head that you would remain next to him; that if he fell asleep you would still be here in his arms when he woke up. He eventually fell asleep with his head on your chest, his arms maintaining a concrete hold on your body to make sure you would keep your promise. With his tail loosely wrapped around your thigh, indistinct, quiescent snores could be heard from who you had come to love so deeply over the years.

You wished he had been awake so you could poke fun at his possessive behavior. Every time you moved so much as an inch from him, just to see what he would do, he stirred from his slumber and pulled you back flush against him with a muffled, exhausted grunt in protest. The sensation of your heated skin pressed close to his was enough for him to let his guard down and rest without worry, even if it were just for tonight. He knew he still had hardships to face, but the fact that you would be there by his side through it all helped erase all feelings concern. The man who spent his entire life protecting everyone could now bask in the same treatment. One night with you was all that was needed to heal all of his wounds. The confirmation that he now had you as his mate for the rest of his life, and in the next, aided in keeping him sound asleep.

Though it was most likely the influx of newfangled emotions washing over you, you couldn’t help but grow emotional while watching him sleep so soundly. In all your years of knowing Neteyam, you had never seen him more at peace than he was with you in this very moment. The space between his eyebrows held no weight, his shoulders no tension. His body and mind were completely relaxed for the first time in forever.

Trailing your fingers over the necklace you had made him, you chewed your lip to stop your grin from enveloping you as you remembered the way he had peppered your face with endless kisses just a bit ago, thanking you over and over again for such a thoughtful and sincere gift. He swore the only way he would take it off is if it broke, and even then he would come to you and have you fix it.

You listened to the distant sounds of the forest tucking itself in for the night, insects humming, the leaves on the trees gently swishing when the occasional breeze would pass. If someone had told you just two weeks ago that you and Neteyam would be mated for life, you would have laughed in their face. You couldn’t believe you had gone from being his secret admirer to the love of his life right before your eyes.

You vowed to always support him and love him unconditionally. You would never again allow him to feel less than he was- a beautiful, strong, humble man deserving of all the love he craved and more. You gazed down at him as you felt sleep creeping up on you, brushing the loose hairs from his forehead and seeing the corners of his mouth unconsciously turn up into a subtle smile.

“I see you, Ma Neteyam.” You whispered, eyes softly flittering to a close.

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The Arcana HCs: How M6 act when they're sleep deprived

Julian

What do you mean? This is his permanent state of functioning, MC, he wouldn't know who he was if he wasn't exhausted

Now give him back his coffee. He wasn't done with that

Julian's version of properly sleep deprived is akin to a normal person's version of "so close to dead they've never felt more alive"

You'll only know he's at the true edge of his exhaustion when his eyebrows reach a new height of bushiness and his pupils dilate to two tiny pinpricks of black in a sea of shaky grey

His normal eye will be so bloodshot that you'll have a hard time telling which one needs an eyepatch over it

Be prepared for the theatre kid plague doctor version of zoomies

Were you hoping to read your book quietly? Not anymore!! Allow him to spice up your story by assigning different voices to your beloved characters and loudly reading them from atop the table

Better yet, watch him vault from the table to the windowsill as he demonstrates the dashing hero's getaway!

The plot takes a turn as the book goes flying into the sink and he continues undaunted, improvising a three person fight scene with the lid off your soup pot and the fire poker

This ends when you either guilt him into bed or he crashes mid-sentence

Asra

To say that they don't take well to being sleep-deprived is an understatement. They exist in a constant state of "just rolled out of bed and will happily roll back in." Life revolves around sleeping in

He can lose an hour or two of sleep here and there. It's not even super unusual for him to accidentally stay up into the wee hours of the morning because he got stuck in a curiosity spiral

But they usually make up for it with cat naps through the next day. When that proves impossible, though -

There's no nice way to put it. He's grumpy. Irritable. His tendency to make sarcastic, cutting comments about things he doesn't like increases tenfold

Their hair gets frizzy, the annoyed wrinkles around their eyes could rival an elephant's, and their usual easygoing expression is replaced with a scowl so deeply disgusted by existence that it rivals Muriel's

He doesn't yell or snap - no, he just stumbles through the shop with his hair in his eyes and a random object in his hand (is that a half finished rendering of the Palace carved on a banana peel?)

Be prepared for them to mumble out all kinds of hilarious swear combinations as they give you their real opinion on yesterday's finnicky shop patron. They'll read her outfit to filth

Nadia

She just gets stressed and depressed

And depending on how bad the deprivation is, slightly panicked

First she gets stuck asleep for literal years. Then after waking up she can't sleep enough, thanks to headaches and nightmares. She's just so done with the discomfort of it all

She also associates you with being able to sleep in a way that is safe and restful, so you're about to become a personal stuffie

If you complain, she'll immediately apologize and leave you to go about your day. Otherwise she doesn't realize what she's doing

You're coming with her. Everywhere

She's either got your arm looped through hers, her hand holding yours, or (depending on your height) your shoulders tucked firmly into her side while she runs her fingers through your hair

She will instinctively tighten her grip on you if you squirm

If she gets too lost in thought while she tries to get her tasks out of the way, she will bodily pick you up and carry you from room to room like an animate teddy bear. You are her comfort item now

Forgets to verbalize her thoughts. The plan is so clear inside her head, no need to pause to enact it

Which is how you ended up plopped on a horse with 0 explanation

Muriel

Oh dear

His anxiety skyrockets. Sleep is his coping mechanism for an ugly world. Sleep is an escape. And now sleep is ... unavailable???

His personality slowly shifts. Is he still grumpy? Yes, but faster now. Without access to the thing that helps him feel safe, he's full of anxious energy to the point of becoming frantic

Starts obsessively doing everything he can so that sleep is possible again. Is there a lot to get done? move out of the way.

Is it insomnia? He's trying everything from filling the hut with myrrh to making an uncharacteristic march into town so he can raid the shop for remedies while Asra looks on, jaw on the floor

He'll do anything, just let him sleep

Absolutely refuses to have anything to do with alcohol to make him drowsy, though. The same goes for any type of strong sleeping enchantments, medicines, or potions

He wants to maintain control over his body

It was a strange experience to come back after a day out to find the entire hut rearranged, with a borderline manic Muriel pacing the floor and muttering to himself about "something soothing"

Apparently that was you, by the way, you were all he needed. He took one look at you, heaved a sigh of relief, and then dozed off to the sound of you puttering around

Portia

For someone who's usually so cheery and on top of things, she gets really mellow and spacey - almost childlike

You will have to repeat yourself up to five times before she's able to process your question and tell you that she moved your shoes to the closet because she needed to sweep earlier

Slow frog blinks, first one eye, and then the other

Keeps putting stuff down where it's not supposed to go and then completely forgetting about them

Why is there a wet bar of soap on her pillow. Why is there a teacup half-buried in the garden. Why is Pepi covered in flour

If the reason for her sleep deprivation is overwork, there's no chance of her getting anything more done until she's had a full eight hours of rest. She physically cannot focus enough

If the reason is just insomnia, she just gets sad. One glance at Pepi curled up into a cute little roll and snoozing in a sunbeam will lead to silent tears pouring down her cheeks and quiet sniffles

Gets so so sweet - she already is, of course, but to a whole new degree. If you bring her a cup of soothing herbal tea, she'll look at you like you're a fairy and whisper "thank you" while she cradles it

A good backrub is usually all she needs to conk out

Lucio

He values his beauty sleep and he is not happy when he doesn't get it. Do you know what it takes to maintain skin like his??

Loud and cranky but refuses to acknowledge why

He wouldn't feel this lousy just from not getting enough sleep! What are you talking about? This is clearly some kind of foul magic or sickness at work - check his temperature! Is that a fever??

He doesn't need sleep, he needs answers. Who's fault is this? Who does he need to beat up? Leave him alone!

Wait no no no he didn't mean that, don't leave him alone, MC please, he loves you, don't go (note: you haven't moved)

He knows what he needs to do. He needs to hunt down whoever or whatever is causing this misery and force them to put an end to it

It must be some kind of curse. Loud noises hurt his ears, the sun is too bright, his eyes are tired and itchy, his brain is full of fog, his whole body feels slow and heavy, this isn't right!

Maybe this is actually his cue to throw a party - no? Yeah okay, he wasn't really feeling up for one anyways

Which is clearly another symptom of the curse! MC, help him!

You'll have to change tactics and tell him that you'll only be able to help him kill the curse if he falls asleep so you can see his dreams

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activities

gojo satoru x f!reader | fluff + smut | 2.9k words

summary: you may or may not have forgotten about reservations that satoru made for your first anniversary…but you find something better at home anyways.

warnings: cursing (both in dialogue + narrative), ass groping, fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex (male receiving + female receiving), multiple orgasms, vaginal/penetrative sex

a/n: it took everything in my power to not make gojo’s nickname jojo. we’ll call him satoru…for now 😉 also i think this is the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written. i’m going to confession tmrw.

18+ MDNI

The sun felt so nice on your legs that you had pushed your cozy blanket aside and changed into shorts before laying back out on the couch, resting your laptop on your tummy and scrolling absently through various social media sites and articles that piqued your interest.

Satoru had gone to Jujutsu High to “tie up some loose ends” so he could come back to your place early to spend the rest of the evening with you, since it was your very first anniversary. One year with the idiot, and you had never been happier.

A gentle vibration on your butt brought you out of your social media daze and you arched your back to fish your phone out of your pocket. You answered the call, you already knew who it was.

“Hey, schnookums.” Satoru lilted, drawing out the disgusting pet name for emphasis. You frowned.

“I thought we agreed you would stop calling me that, Gojo-san.” You drew out his last name to bother him. He whined.

“Baby, I told you not to call me that! You sound like one of my students.” Satoru’s cheery tone returned. “Fine, I’ll stop calling you schnookums. How about…sweetie? Sweetheart? My love? My everything?” 

“What happened to babe? Baby?”

“We’ve been a couple for a year and you know what they say about relationships after the first year…it’s all downhill from here.”

“Do they even say—?”

“Anyways, I thought new nicknames would spice things up a bit!” You could practically hear Satoru smiling over the phone. You figured he was heading back to your place since you could hear the throaty roar of his car as he no doubt was speeding down the roads in Tokyo, after “tying up his loose ends”. You knew this meant he had had another meeting with Yaga, to discuss his behavior. He was just as much a troublemaker as any of his students, probably even moreso.

“I will continue to call you babes. You can call me whatever you like…as long as it’s not—”

“Late for dinner!” Satoru laughed, you heard him snap in the background and just knew he had thrown up finger guns at the road. You dragged your hand down your face, smiling nonetheless.

“I was gonna say as long as you don’t call me schnookums.” You sat up a little bit, adjusting your laptop on your tummy and continuing to scroll absentmindedly. “Also, keep your hands on the wheel. Could you imagine if you died in a car accident because you were doing finger guns at nothing?” You giggled a little bit.

“Wah, you know me too well, sweetheart!” Satoru chuckled. “Anyways, I'll be by you in about ten. Be ready, okay? I love you.” You mumbled a reciprocation and ended the call, pushing your phone back into your pocket and diving back into the virtual world.

Barely five minutes later, you jolted as the front door opened and Satoru bolted into your apartment, making a beeline for the bathroom down the hall. He placed a quick kiss on your forehead before continuing his race to the bathroom.

“I just have to use the bathroom real quick then we can—” Satoru stopped, hand on the bathroom door knob, staring at you. “What are you doing?”

“I was just waiting for you to get back?” You closed your laptop and sat up straight, relishing in the sight of him. He was wearing a white button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, and his dark shades. This was his usual outfit when he wasn’t wearing Jujutsu High’s uniform or casual streetwear, but he still looked delectable. 

“I told you to be ready.” He chuckled and shook his head, entering the bathroom. You waited for him to come out and watched him as he approached the couch and peered down at you over his shades. “What am I gonna do with you, babycakes?”

“Can you please fill me in on what’s going on?” You stared up at him, wide eyed and bottom lip jutting out just a touch. Satoru couldn't even pretend like he was mad at you.

“It's our one year anniversary.” He started slowly, you nodded, pressing him to continue. “I told you about those reservations I made at that Sugar Factory place downtown. Y’know, the place where they, like, blow sugar to make it look like glass but it's totally edible! They bring out these huge parfaits with sparklers in ‘em and all the waiters sing and dance—”

You reached up and grabbed Satoru’s hand, squeezing it tightly to signal to him that you got the memo. He pauses and looks down at you sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, honey, I totally forgot. I thought we’d be spending the night in. We just went to that super fancy sushi place last week. I thought that was to celebrate this!”

“Nah, that was just cuz I love you. I wanted to take you out, show you off…y’know.” Satoru smiled at you gently. “Anyways, you're not dressed and the reservation’s in, like,” Satoru checked his watch, “ten minutes.”

He looked semi-disappointed, which absolutely wrung your heart out. You wanted to hug him. You tugged on his hand to bring him closer but he flopped down on top of you, causing you to huff out a breath of air. He giggled. 

“It's okay, sweetheart. We can go for our two year anniversary!” He sat up on his knees and placed his hands on either side of your head. “You got any ideas as to what you wanna do tonight instead?” His shades started to slide down his nose so you plucked them off his face and set them on the coffee table. 

“We could order in? I'll pay. We'll get that really gross yakisoba from that little hole in the wall joint you love so much.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and brought his face closer to yours and placed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “As for activities, I’m down for whatever you wanna do.”

Satoru smiled mischievously, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he gazed down at you. He thought for a moment before smiling again. “You.”

“What?” A hot blush spreads across your nose, cheeks, and down your neck as Satoru leaned down, pressing his nose to your cheek. He pressed a kiss to it before moving to the other cheek and doing the same.

“You asked if I had any activities I wanted to do, and I said you.” He mumbled against your skin before moving to your lips and sucking on your bottom lip. He slid his tongue past your parted lips and sealed his lips to yours, running his hands down your waist, hips, and thighs to come back up and squeeze your ass.

Your hands immediately found their way to his hair and started to tug and your legs moved on their own to wrap around his waist as you returned the kiss, much to Satoru’s delight.

Satoru broke the kiss, leaning only a few centimeters away from your face. You could feel his breath fanning against your face as the two of you caught your breath and stared at each other. Without much warning, Satoru hoisted you up by your ass and slung you over his shoulder. As he marched to the bedroom, he dug his fingers underneath the crotch of your shorts and panties to slide his fingers in between your pussy lips.

“Satoru!” You squeaked, fully not expecting the sudden contact against your cunt. He smirked in satisfaction at how much of your arousal he had been able to gather on his fingers in just one swipe, inspecting the slickness that you had left on his fingers before cleaning it off with his tongue.

“So much sweeter than anything we could’ve had tonight, don’t you think?” Satoru lilted as he laid you down on the bed, pressing your back into the mattress as he kneeled above you. “Oh, how rude of me, you didn’t get a taste.” With that, Satoru expertly slid your shorts and panties off your body in one smooth motion before returning his fingers to your pussy, dipping them in and out until he had gathered a good amount of your arousal.

“Open wide, sweetheart.” He cooed, smearing your slickness against your lips. You opened your mouth obediently and sucked on his fingers, earning a moan of satisfaction from Satoru. He watched you hungrily, palming himself through his slacks as he pushed his fingers further down your throat, trying to make you choke. Another moan of pleasure escaped his throat as he watched tears spring into your eyes and felt your throat close around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and got to work on undoing his belt.

“I wanna choke on your cock, Satoru.” You begged, trying to help him take off his clothes. He grabbed your hands with one of his hands and placed sweet and gentle kisses to your wrists before placing them in your lap.

“Patience, love. Why don’t you work on taking that top off, hmm?” You obeyed him immediately, gripping the hem of your sweatshirt and bringing it up and over your head. Satoru felt his cock grow even harder as he watched your tits bounce out from underneath the confines of your sweater. He quickly disposed of his pants and underwear, only able to get to the third button on his shirt by the time you had gripped the base of his cock and taken his shaft into your mouth.

His hands flew to the back of your head and pushed you down his shaft further until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. His hips jerked slightly as he felt your throat close around his cock and saw your body tremble slightly as you choked. He sighed, it couldn’t get much better than this. But, yes, it could.

He gently pulled you off of his cock and shivered at the sight of your lips forming a small ‘o’ around his tip right before you parted from him. You watched him expectantly, waiting as he undid the last of the buttons on his shirt and flung it somewhere in the bedroom. He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come over to him. You crawled over his body and sat on his abdomen, smearing your wet pussy against his skin.

“Turn around, honey, lemme take care of you while you blow me.” Satoru made a twirling motion with his finger, his eyes filled with amusement and a smirk playing on his lips. You obeyed him for the third time that night and lifted your ass in his face to give him a full view of your pussy while you licked up the underside of his shaft. You circled his tip with your tongue and faltered a bit when you felt Satoru stuff three of his fingers into your cunt, spreading them out against your walls. You moaned against his dick and opened your mouth to take all of him in once more, willing yourself not to gag when he bucked his hips against your throat. You began to move backward to get his fingers deeper inside of you, using your hand to pump up and down his cock as your head lolled down.

Satoru’s fingers pulled out suddenly and you were about to whine in protest when you felt his hands grab your thighs and pull your pussy to his mouth, immediately latching on to your clit and sucking on it. It took all of your willpower to continue jerking him off, but your mouth hung open in pleasure, letting Satoru hear your mewls and moans of pleasure. He slid his fingers back into your pussy as he continued to eat you out.

“That’s it, baby love, you’re taking my fingers so well.” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending a shockwave up your spine and to your brain, effectively pushing you over the edge. Your back arched and you pressed your forehead against Satoru’s pelvis as you came, unable to even focus on jerking him off.

Satoru grabbed you by the hips once more, unraveling you so that you were leaning against his chest and sitting on his lip. He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder as he reached up with one hand to He sneaked two fingers back to your clit and rubbed until your thighs were shaking once more and you were begging Satoru for him to fuck you.

“Come on now, honey, help me help you.” Satoru chuckled at your exhaustion, body still limp and somewhat trembling from the two quick orgasms he had just ripped out of you. He helped you turn around so that you were facing him and straddling his hips, cunt positioned perfectly above the tip of his dick. 

You gingerly lowered yourself onto his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head once his cock was sheathed completely inside of you. Satoru hissed at the way your walls were already clenching and fluttering around him, taking a few gentle thrusts to loosen you up a bit.

Before long, Satoru’s fingers were digging into your hips as he slammed you down on his cock to meet each of his thrusts deep inside of you. He fucked deep into you and with such vigor that you thought he might split you in half, but you held on for dear life until you thought you wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. You started to clench around him, crying out with every thrust that Satoru drove into you.

“‘Toru, I’m gonna—” You whined the rest of your sentence, too fucked out to form the words that he needed to hear you say.

“C’mon, sweetheart, I need to hear you say it.” Satoru watched as you threw your head back and arched your back while allowing your pussy to milk the cum out of his dick.

“I’m cumming…” You managed to hiss out as your third orgasm tore through your body before slumping against Satoru’s chest. He fucked you through his own orgasm, pressing hard enough on your hips to leave bruises, and moaning your name right in your ear while he filled you up.

Satoru rested his cheek against the crown of your head and ran his fingers over the crevice of your back as you both caught your breath. He held you gently as he moved to the side to pull his dick out of you, unable to keep his lewd smile from playing on his lips as he watched his cum spill from your pussy when he pulled out. 

“What are you smiling at, hmm?” You asked, exhaustion laced in every crack of your voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Once Satoru made sure that you were tucked into bed all cozy like, he got up and retrieved a washcloth to clean you up before focusing on cleaning himself up.

He let you rest for almost an hour, no sly quips or awful horrible jokes—just his arm around you and your head pressed into his chest while he cradled you.

“You hungry?” He asked quietly, rubbing your shoulder. You stirred and rolled over onto your back, peering at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Couldn’t just let us have a nice moment, huh?” You teased, mustering enough strength to sit up on your elbows.

“Hey, now, you were practically sleeping on me for almost an hour! Do you want me to starve?” Satoru leaned over and pecked your lips, an easy smirk playing on his lips. You leaned onto one of your elbows while you used your other hand to caress his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, causing your heart to melt. 

“Order the food, babes. You know my credit card information.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Satoru was up and out of bed, digging inside of the pockets of his forgotten pants to find his phone. He jumped back into bed beside you with his phone in hand.

“Best anniversary ever! I love you, y/n.” He pecked your lips once more and added a second, lingering and gentle kiss before unlocking his phone, already thinking of the yummy, slimy yakisoba he was going to order.

Satoru shot straight up in bed, staring at his phone with wide eyes. You leaned over and rested your head on his chest to see what got him so riled up after such a sweet moment. Then you saw the email from the Sugar Factory.

A $50 no-show fee has been charged to the card on file. Have a great night!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo x reader smut

[haleyrude]

I Feel Safe with You

Pairing: Jake Webber x fem!reader 

Disclaimer: I had this really cute idea of Jade dating someone with the complete opposite when it comes to style and more of a quieter personality. Maybe a couple different videos all together of Jake’s but with my own spice? It’s just some fluff. We’ll see. Enjoy!

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5 months of dating Jake Webber and it’s just now that you agreed to partake in one of his youtube videos. The world knows of your relationship with Jake. At first they were not accepting and you understood since a lot of the fans were still hung up on Jake and Tara. Plus your style is very different from Jake. Coquette style is the term you could use to describe your everyday clothes. 

Jake had explained a little bit about the agenda today. You packed a small bag because Jake, Johnnie and you were all going to stay at the Queen Mary. You were not into haunted places but for Jake you’d suck it up. Zipping up your bag you walk to the full length mirror in your bedroom to check your outfit one more time before meeting Jake and Johnnie outside. Today you went with a baby blue bow in your hair. You’re warmer baby blue leggings under a darker shade of blue skirt that connect to the top half of your outfit being the same color. You did decide to put on black combat boots as you noticed that Jack and Johnnie seemed to favor those shoes, usually accompanying their black outfits. It was a bold decision on your part but you think that Jake would like the surprise. Accepting what you were wearing you grab your phone off the charger along with the bag on your bed and head outside locking the door on your way out.

You see the all too familiar Tesla outside and you see Jake leaning outside the car. His eyes lighting up once he sees you “Bunny!” He started calling you bunny after him explaining to you one day that the light colors you always wore reminded him of an innocent little bunny as he put it. His smile is big and you couldn’t help but smile back whenever you see those precious dimples of his. Before anything he wraps his arms around you and you drop your bag to put your arms around his neck and lean up to meet his lips in a kiss. The tiny electric zap you felt everytime you both kissed never left since the first one. He leaned back from the kiss taking you in. “You look beautiful, and I love the shoes” he leans down to get a better look as you chuckle to yourself. “Hey guys we have a video to shoot” you jumped not even realizing Johnnie rolled down his window. Jake took your bag to put in the trunk and you smiled at Johnnie, “I told you that you didn’t have to sit in the back just because I’m here” He rolled his eyes playfully, “Just sit up front, I know you want to be next to your lover boy” You did as he said. Johnnie and you have developed a good relationship since you were always going over to Jake and Johnnie’s place to hang out.

Jake slides into the driver seat putting his seatbelt on and turning his gaze to you, “so here’s the plan’ he held up his finger and pressed record on the camera he had situated on the dashboard of his car. “Hey guys it’s Jake and today I have a very special guest” “ME!” Johnnie puts his hands up and it makes you laugh. “Yes it’s Johnnie, but we also have my girlfriend joining us today in our adventure tonight. It’s going to be a long video so hold onto your horses” you quirked an eyebrow at him after waving to the camera, never hearing that phrase come out of his mouth. “So here’s the plan, we’re going to the store to get snacks and drinks because it’s going to be a long night. We will be staying overnight at the Queen Mary.” “I’m not excited about this,” Johnnie added. “How’re you feeling Bunny?” you couldn’t help the blush on your face knowing that his fans will be watching this. “I’m nervous for sure but it should be fun” Jake started speaking again, “ Alright with that we will see you all at the store” he leaned forward and clicked the button on the camera to stop recording. 

“What music do you want to listen to, Bunny?” you sat with your hands in your lap as you looked over at Jake, his eyes bright, the slight smile that’s always on his face, his sharp jawline, tamed hair and the tattoos on his arms as that’s the only exposed skin you could see. “Whatever Johnnie wants” you smiled sweetly as Johnnie cheered in the back seat. With that, some alternative music played in the background as Jake started driving toward Walmart. It was already dark out so you could only assume it was the Queen Mary you all were staying at and not a hotel. 

At Walmart, Johnnie was holding the camera filming Jake and you as you three went around the store with a cart getting snacks. Jake and Johnnie continuously make you laugh with their ridiculous jokes and comments. In a random aisle as Jake is talking he randomly starts singing ‘Fall for you by secondhand serenade’ you couldn’t help but join in as he was just singing the chorus. When you both stopped singing you looked down blushing slightly not noticing the way Jake looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, the camera catching everything. While shopping it was the little things Jake did, putting his hand on your back, holding onto your hand and sneaking forehead kisses whenever he could. That’s what you loved about Jake, he was funny and entertaining but he cared with his whole heart. 

After Jake put the snack bags in the trunk, you all got in the car and headed toward the Queen Mary. Your anxiety was getting worse as you got closer and closer to the ship. You’ve never been to the Queen Mary but you heard of it, and saw the video with Sam, Colby and Jake. It never looks so bad behind a screen but you could only imagine what they were actually feeling during the whole thing. Pulling up to it would never prepare you for the feeling of dread that washed over you. The ship is way bigger than you expected and you wish you could back out of the video but you’d never want to disappoint Jake like that. The expression on his face when you agreed to finally be on a video is something that you’ll never forget. Your heart felt so full that day. 

Getting out of the car, Jake waved over someone you couldn’t see until they got closer. Then you realized it was their friend/cameraman. He immediately set everything up and you stood in front of the ship. Jake in the middle of you and Johnnie. The camera started recording and Jake started, “Ok, so as you see, we’re in front of the Queen Mary, one of the most haunted places in the United States.’ Jake stopped talking and said “look behind you” you immediately wrapped your arms around Jake, his arm going around you and started rubbing circles on your arm with his thumb “Oh god what’s there?” It was a man wanting to hear Jake talk about the ship. So he continued talking about different facts about the ship, you still held onto him as he made you feel safe and protected. You three talked about ghosts and then made the journey onto the ship. Refusing to let go of Jake’s hand, you made it to the lobby to get the keys to your room.

Jake held both your bags as you got the keys to the room. Jake and Johnnie kept making jokes to lighten the mood which worked. Your nerves were still all over the place but being with them helped. The ship was absolutely exquisite, carpet lined the floors, polished oak for the walls, not much furniture but still pretty either way. 

The hallways were very creepy and gave you an uneasy feeling. As you all were stopped and the boys were talking to the camera there were footsteps in the background so you all looked toward the noise waiting to see someone walk out and it never happened so you went to investigate but no one was there. Your heart dropped, not seeing anything to explain the footsteps. Continuing on everytime Jake gasped when he saw something you jumped a bit into him ready for something to jump out at you but it was just him wanting to point something out. You took some deep breaths to keep your nerves in check but it was getting worse. Getting to the front of the ship, you couldn’t help but laugh as Jake and Johnnie did the titanic stance. You were on edge, nervous that one of them would fall over the railing but you let them have their fun. Everytime Jake laughed you just wanted to kiss him endlessly as it was a noise you never wanted to stop listening to. 

Going back to the ship you made it to an elevator and a maintenance guy stopped you to explain some things he experienced. The air in the room seemed heavy. Moving on from the elevator you started walking toward the pool area. The cameraman was catching a conversation between you and Johnnie as Jake walked a bit in front of you both. All of a sudden your foot slipped from under you and you hit the floor. Johnnie knelt down to help you up as Jake came over looking concerned. “Bunny, what happened?” After Johnnie helped you up you slid your foot on the ground, “The floor is very slippery, sorry” Jake hugged you, “don’t be sorry, as long as you’re okay.”

Jake suggested visiting the most haunted room in the ship, you really didn’t want to go but you followed regardless. Nothing exciting happened where the room was located and you were grateful. Finally making it toward the room you were all staying in, Jake put the bags on the bed. It was a decent sized room. A room with two twin beds and then one queen bed. There was a lot of space but the room still made you feel some type of way. Johnnie made a joke about Jake and you not being able to keep quiet during the night which made you blush once more. 

Exploring the room, Jake wanted to do a seance with candles. Jake made sure all the doors were closed and then sat down with you and Johnnie lighting the candle. You scooted closer to Jake and he put a hand on your knee making you feel better. You all heard tapping and you grabbed Jake’s hand. The room was dark, the air still heavy, you three closed your eyes as Jake started. “Is anyone here with us?” you followed up “If there’s someone here with us, give us a sign” Johnnie asked a question after and the camera glitched. Once verifying the camera was still working Jake continued with the questions. You heard a few more noises, “Jake I think you have a connection” you whispered as the bathroom door opened. You all jumped, your anxiety was through the roof. All three of you jumped up trying to debunk why the door opened. Jake walked toward the door and closed it once more after checking the bathroom. 

Jake wanted to continue with the seance. Johnnie stated that he was scared to continue. You all took a moment to calm down and then Jake blew out the candle as you all heard a noise by the bathroom so you all got up and stood by the bathroom door. The door once again opened and Jake pushed you behind him as Johnnie backed up. “We’re done” Johnnie said and you couldn’t agree more. The camera was shut off after that. “Hey listen man, I’m not sleeping here” Johnnie looked paler than normal. Jake shook his head in agreement, “Let’s head back home and I’ll end the video there.” 

As soon as you stepped off the Queen Mary you felt like a weight was lifted from you and you were able to breathe lighter. The car ride back to Jake and Johnnie’s was quiet. Jake brought the bags in the house, “Let’s end the video real quick” we followed him to the living room where he lifted the camera. “Ok so we decided that we were not staying at the Queen Mary and went back home. Thanks so much for watching and I’ll see you all soon!” He shut the camera off as Johnnie walked away to his bedroom you assumed. “Bunny’ Jake looked toward you holding your shoulders, ‘did you want to go home or stay with me?” You never slept over Jake’s, though you’ve been over more than a dozen times. You bit your lip and nodded not wanting to stay at your place alone. He smiled lowering to kiss you. It was short and sweet before he went to get your bags and lead you to his room. “You can get changed and I’ll be back in a minute.” He left the room and you changed into a light pink short and t-shirt pajama set. Taking your bow out of your hair and walking to his connecting bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Once finished you walked out seeing Jake shirtless in his bed. You stood there smiling. He patted the spot next to him, “Come here Bunny, I won’t bite unless you ask me too” You chuckled while getting under the covers next to him. He shut his lamp and put his arms around you pulling you closer. You felt safe in Jake's arms, you felt like you were at home. “Thank you for today, I know it was a lot for you but you were gorgeous and did a great job” he kissed the top of your head. “I had fun besides almost peeing myself multiple times” That made him laugh. It was quiet for a moment, “Bunny?” you looked over able to see him now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, “Yeah” “I love you” he held you tighter as he waited for a response. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your face, “I love you too” With that you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

#jake webber x reader #johnnie guilbert #youtube #fluff #haunted #imagine #jake webber

[cupofsapphics]

Unexpected.

[ lady lesso x reader ]

summary: you fall for lesso, but don’t believe it’s mutual. you tell yourself that you’re fine with friendship, but will you take the risk for more?

warning(s): lesso might be a bit out of character, haven’t read the books, reader pining, clarissa being the best wingman

a/n: coming out of my hole for you guys but im probably gonna disappear again for a while; plot kinda ib @thedevilssinner and @jelonkan ; this kinda doesn’t make any sense i swear and im sorry for that :<

(gif not mine)

It’s not like you did it on purpose. No matter how hard you tried, no matter where you diverted your eyes, they always seemed to land on her. With her flaming hair and beautiful black outfits, could anyone blame you? Even though the two schools had merged into one, there was still some controversy and discussion about dating between Nevers and Evers. Of course, there were times when that was tested, such as the recent ‘Trial by Tale’ by Sophie of Gavaldon and Prince Tedros. Despite being an Ever and teaching kids about true love, you were a realist and knew the odds that you and Lesso would ever be something were slim. 

You thanked the librarian as you headed out of the library with a stack of books. Unfortunately for you, the headmaster assigned you several courses to teach now that schools were merged such as Defense, History of Villainy, and Beautification. The stack of books was so tall, you didn’t notice a certain dean bump into you as you were about to turn the corner. The tower of books crumpled down, about to fall at your feet. Swiftly, you waved your hand to catch all the books before they landed on the ground. Setting them back into your arms, you turned to face the person and apologize. You were surprised to meet those eyes you constantly thought about. 

“Forgive me, Lady Lesso. I didn’t see you there.” 

She grinned, “I can see that. You have some fast reflexes there.” 

You felt your face become warm. You needed to get out of this situation before you explode. 

“Thank you, Lady Lesso. I’ll be going now, I need to prep for my lesson.”

The woman tilted her head slightly but nodded her head in understanding. She moved to let you walk to your classroom. As you were walking, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes burning through you. Lesso stared at you as you walked back. She usually didn’t take interest in other teachers, especially Evers because most of them were obnoxious and cocky. You, however, were quiet and knowledgeable, striking her interest. She would continue to keep a curious eye on you. 

Soon after, the school term started and you had students pouring in. This was the first year that students from both schools would be attending the same classes. As the kids sat down, you could already feel who was going to be the smart-ass, the lazy one, the “hero”, etc. You took your Beautification book out and started teaching. You could feel the boredom radiating from the Nevers, so you decided to spice the class up a bit. This year was a year of new beginnings anyway. 

“Robert, come up to the front.”

The prince proudly stood up and walked up to the front of the class. You could feel his courage and confidence ebb away as you asked him to attack you. 

“A-attack you? Professor, I don’t think I can-”

You cut him off. “Do it now, or I’ll be failing you.”

At this point, all the students were invested and the Nevers were chanting for him to do it. Everyone, including you, was so concentrated on the class that no one noticed when someone crept up to the door frame to see what was going on. 

Pressured by you and his peers, Robert finally drew his sword and swung it toward you. Almost immediately, you formed a glowing sword into your hands and swung it to counteract his. A loud ‘clang’ echoed through the classroom and everyone had their mouths wide open. You took your sword and put it down on your desk. Sitting on your desk, you then explain the lesson that you were trying to teach.

“The class of Beautification can mean many things. Specifically from me, I want everyone to learn that beauty can be used against the enemy. When you have beauty, people will underestimate you and believe that you are harmless. For all of you, that’s an advantage you want to have.”

You stared at the entire class in amusement as slow clapping erupted by the door. You turned your head to find Lady Lesso smirking at you. ‘This woman.’ you scoffed to yourself. Dismissing the class, you move to go sit behind your desk.

“My, my, who knew the quiet Ever professor was so good at combat?”

“And who knew you were so good at sneaking up on me?”

It was at that point that the two of you forged a friendship. Was it even friendship, or was it something more? At this point, you weren’t even sure. There was flirting, sure, but it never went further than that and it disappointed you. However, you’d rather be friends with the dazzling woman than a stranger. The constant yearning looks of love and admiration were not missed entirely, though. 

You loved Clarissa. She was such a supportive dean and friend, but sometimes you wanted to fling her across the room with the type of antics she suggested for you and Lesso. You could mentally hear her teasing you as you were bickering with Lesso. As if that wasn’t enough, she once locked the two of you into the library. Talk about stereotypical tropes. It was anything but effective though because the door burst open in a matter of minutes. 

You were positive that this was the closest you could be to the dean and you accepted it. Clarissa constantly told you not to give up hope, saying that she had a feeling that Lesso had those feelings too, but you didn’t want false hope.

Feeling under the weather, you decided to help out with supervision for the annual Ball. You were deciding what to wear for the night when Clarissa burst through your door. 

“Clarissa! What did I say about knocking?”

She shrugged, “Sorry, but I’m in a rush. The ball starts soon and I’m going to sparkle you up for the ball!”

Your eyes widened. “I’m sorry- why would you do that?” 

“I’m sick of you and Lesso dancing around each other. Tonight is the night when you guys will get it together so I can finally have peace.”

You were about to protest, but as you opened your mouth, a stunning moonlight-themed dress appeared on you. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved it. When you spun, a sheer layer sparkled. Butterflies adorned the fabric near your shoulders. Looking down, you found glass slippers. You looked at Clarissa with a smirk.

“I know you’re the fairy godmother, but I don’t think Cinderella will be happy that I’m stealing her shoes.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes and waved her wand to replace the glass shoes with a pair of heels that matched your dress.

Time flew by fast and until you knew it, it was time for the Ball to begin. Your hair was in a different style than it usually was and light makeup was applied to your face. The cheery woman was extremely proud of her work. She raced down the stairs as you tried to follow her as quickly as you could. 

—--

You gracefully walked down the final staircase as everyone stared at you in awe. You were like a glowing beacon of light. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but you were only focused on one person. You walked towards her as she looked you up and down. Clarissa was nearby and gave you the thumbs-up. You take a deep breath, this was the moment. It was now or never, might as well snatch up this opportunity. You gave a smile and asked the dean to dance. 

Coming back from her shock, Lesso chuckled and dragged you to the dance floor.

“How do you always manage to surprise me with your beauty and talent?”

You don’t answer her, though. Like Clarissa, you were getting sick of dancing around each other. Screw keeping it the way it was, you wanted more.

“Are you-”

The dean was cut off with a kiss. Lesso’s eyes widened, taking a moment to believe that it was happening, but kissed back. Drawing back from each other, you smiled like an idiot and she had the same beautiful grin the first day the two of you met. 

#lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #school for good and evil #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #lady lesso imagine #school for evil and good imagine

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Hii love!💕 okay that last Billy request feat Eddie& Steve was perfection and give me an idea.I love the 3 of them together so much especially Billy 🥵

Okay a thot, request if you want.

How about the 3 of them are your best friends/ very protective over you, their girl. And you of course are in love with them and ask the 3 of them to be your first and to take your virginity.

Lol ignore this if you want 💕

ooh! virgin readers are def one of my favorite things to write. my first time wasn't that great, i'd like to imagine someone having a good one😭. but yes love the idea!, i kindaaa changed it a bit so y/n doesn't ask, but billy compromises with her. hopefully you like it💗.

billy, steve, eddie x female reader.

content: smut, praise, 4some, belly bulge, reader is a virgin, biased towards billy, pet names, swearing, a lil spank at the end, they're gentle, billy is pretty much in charge of all of you lol, this is pretty long so get settled.

Felt so lonely, yet you weren't alone. The painful soreness in your arm as you've been fingering yourself for at least 20 minutes now, still unable to get yourself to cum. You miss when it used to be so easy to get off, but it only got harder each time you tried. You were a virgin, which was slightly embarrassing at the gorgeous time of 18, senior year. You knew you wanted someone to take your virginity but you didn't like anyone at your school.. besides, your three best friends would not approve of anyone doing that to you.

Eventually giving up on trying to masturbate yourself into cumming at the half hour mark, you change into pajamas and wash your hands before laying down to head off to sleep.

The next morning you wore a pretty outfit, on purpose. In hopes maybe today you could muster some random guy you could give less of a shit about to just take it from you. Flaired jeans and black flats, with a black turtle neck and a gold necklace. You even put eyeliner on your lower lash line and wore mascara. Even a layer of lip gloss and big hoops to spice it all up.

You looked real pretty, and you knew that. You hear the loud engine of Billy's car outside your home and you head out the door. You enter the front passenger seat. It was your seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Rock You Like a Hurricane by the Scorpions had been playing too.

"Morning princess. Look pretty today, I like it." Billy says, tipping down his sunglasses before beginning to drive off to school.

"What made you wanna dress up today? I mean, you look beautiful, but why? You usually wear like.. one of our hoodies and leggings or something like that." Eddie asks.

He was right, you had one of each of their hoodies and you would wear them often. Leggings were always comfortable and never looked weird or out of place at Hawkins High.

"Thought maybe today could be the day." You smile, applying more lip gloss as you look in the mirror before closing it.

"The day?" Steve says before Billy cuts him off, "With who." more so a statement rather than a question.

"Not sure yet." You look at Billy who doesn't bother to look you back, keeping his eyes on the road. "Why?"

"Because, y/n. Some random dude isn't gonna take your virginity."

"Virginity? You're crazy y/n." Eddie says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

They were overly protective of you, didn't want you with any guys. And definetly didn't want you getting hurt, heartbroken, or used.

"What's the big deal, guys? It's fine. It's been too long to still be a virgin, I want to.. get off for once." You mumble.

"Get off?" Steve says.

"Masturbate." Billy says before he pauses, "Virginity is something you want when it comes to the shitty guys at our school.".

It was weird hearing him telling you to do something like that. The three of you had obviously touched the subject of sex before but never talked about what you actually did.

"Uh–" You open your mouth to say something but you end up just shutting it, not wanting to make it weird.

But they egg you on, "What?" Steve asks, "You were gonna say something, what?"

"It doesn't work anymore." You mutter quietly, honestly only Billy could hear what you said with the music playing and the subtle wind from his window being open while he smoked a cigarette.

"What do you mean, 'doesn't work anymore'?" Billy asks, finally looking at you.

"I dont know, I just.. can't cum when I masturbate anymore. I try, 30 minutes and I still didnt." He cuts you off asking "When was this?".

"Last night." You mumble quietly.

"Silly girl." Steve chuckles from the back and Eddie laughs subtly with him. You look back at them in confusion. "You should've called, would've helped just hear a man's voice I bet."

Eddie laughs at Steve's joke, agreeing with him. You roll your eyes and look back at Billy, "What better choice do I have, B. I'm 18, wanna live."

He doesn't respond for moment, like he doesn't know how to respond. Likely, because he didn't. He hadn't known what to say to you. You had been partially right.

He'd think on it for a moment before responding, "How 'bout uh, you don't get with some random guy. Let– let us do it." He says, rather than stuttering he simply pauses between his words as he shifts his head to watch for cars pulling into the school driveway, "Okay?".

You look down a play with your hands for a moment, "So.. after school I come here and meet the three of you here and you'll bring us to somewhere where we will be 'lone?" You mumble nervously, looking Billy in the eyes after he parks.

He looks back at Steve and Eddie, Steve smirks and Eddie shifts his shoulders up. "Yeah. Yeah, come here after school, all of you." He eyes the three of us who nod before exiting the car.

The entire day was enticing, you were excited but nervous for after school. It only made the day full of compliments and little work being done go by quicker. Your thoughts would almost solely be of your three best friends, what they would do to you. What it would feel like.. is it scary?

The school hours came to an end and you ended up finding Steve in the hallway, "Steve!" You shout, catching up with him.

He throws and arm over your shoulder, making regular conversation with you as you two make your way to Billy's camaro, where he'd be smoking a cigarette with Eddie.

"I'll be back." Billy says, handing the cigarette to Eddie before walking over to the school bus that was getting ready to leave. He makes it there just in time to talk to Max, his sister before she got on the bus.

"I uh, might not go home tonight, alright. Here's 20 bucks order pizza, don't talk to strangers—"

"Don't let anyone in the house, lock the door, when your dad and my mom get home let them in and tell them your sleeping. Got it." Max cut him off before getting ready to enter the bus.

"Hey shitbird," he'd call before she can make it fully on, she looks back at him when he says "come here."

She gets off the bus and he pulls her into a half hug, "Just, be safe.. brat."

And for a moment, she smiles when she wraps her arms around his torso before letting go and entering the bus again.

Billy makes his way back over to the three of you, and your smiling as you lean against Eddie's chest taking a drag of the cigarette.

You open your mouth to say something but Billy says before you can, "Don't." taking the cigarette from your hand, taking one drag before throwing it on the ground "Get in the car.".

The four of you enter the car, Steve and Eddie getting in the back, you in the passenger and Billy driving. He quickly exits the school parking lot. Eddie and Steve are talking about something that you can't hear in the back over Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash.

"Where we goin'?" You ask Billy with a coy smile on your pretty features. He looks at you before looking back to the road saying "Motel 8. Said you wanted us to be alone, didn't you?"

Nodding your head softly, looking at the road. You were scared, didn't know what to expect. Not only were you losing your virginity, but to your three bestfriends.

"Nervous, princess?" Billy asks, placing a hand on your thigh to rub it soothingly. You nod when he looks at you. "Better than a random guy, baby. We'll be gentle, okay?"

That made you smile softly and relax a little as you get closer to Motel 8. You try to listen to the boys' conversation in the back but can't quite make out what they're saying, but you're pretty sure they're doing homework when you look behind you to see the writing down things on some paper.

Billy parks outside the Motel saying "Wait here." before he exits the car and walks inside.

"Why do we have to wait in here?" Steve asks before Eddie answers "Because it would look like we were doing something illegal if three guys walked in there with a girl asking for a one bed room?" putting his papers in his backpack.

You exit the car saying, "I'm gonna go in, you guys come in... 5 minutes?". You walk to the door and see Billy standing talking to the woman at the front desk, grabbing cash out of his wallet. You walk up behind him and stand next to him, he looks down at you before swiftly looking back to the woman, handing her the cash.

"Enjoy your stay." She smiles and hands the key to the room to Billy and we make our way to the room.

Billy opens the door, allowing you to walk in first as he follows, closing it behind him. You turn around to face him and walk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist and snuggling your head into his chest. He wraps arms around you and you look up at him.

He brings his hands to your cheeks before kissing you softly, that kiss becoming more passionate when his tongue enters your mouth. You moan into his mouth as he pushes you back until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, causing you to sit down. The most you did with Billy was peck his lips, as with the other boys. He was a really good kisser, though.

"So beautiful." He'd whisper out to you before kissing you hungrily again. "Want you all to myself." The two of you would giggle into eachothers mouths, open mouthed kisses being exchanged.

You lie down and he'd hover over you, beginning to kiss your jaw before you hear a knock at the door. He stands up to make his way to the door before you pull him back to get one more messy kiss from him.

After then, he does walk over to the door and you sit up when he opens it and Steve and Eddie enter the room. "Any weird stares from the lady?" You ask, sarcasm lacing your tone.

"Luckily not." Steve chuckles, walking over to lay on the large bed, resting his arms behind his head and crossing his legs.

"At least take off your shoes, asshole." Eddie says, flicking an elastic to hit Steve in the face. He kicks his shoes off, "Better., asshole?" he flicks the elastic back at Eddie, who catches it before tying his long hair in a low pony.

Billy comes and stands between your legs as the other boys go and mess around with stuff in the room such as the things in the fridge and what not. He caresses your cheeks, "Sorry, got us stuck with these idiots." he chuckles softly and you laugh back.

"It's okay, it'll be fun." You smile and he lowers his head to kiss you. Your hands making their way to the back of his head to play with soft blonde curls, pulling on his mullet he'd moan into your mouth quietly.

Billy begins to unbutton his shirt, continuing to kiss you. You push his chest back, "We're starting without them?" nodding your head, smiling.

"Uhuh," He kisses you again, "they'll hear then come over here." pushing you farther into the mattress.

He removes his shirt, asking "What do you wanna do, princess?".

You think for a moment, looking up at him and he stands up, allowing you to sit up. "I want you to see me, naked." You mumble nervously.

"Okay." He walks over to the side of the bed to sit down and you finally stand up. You walk over to him and turn around asking him to unclip your necklace, moving your hair out of the way as he takes off the dainty jewelry. You take off the large hoops, placing all of them on the table that holds a lamp and phone by the bed.

You take off your flats, beginning to unbutton and unzip your pants, but don't pull them down. Rather moving to your shirt, slipping the thin material up and over your head to reveal a black bra. You look at Billy's face to examine his facial expression, wondering if he wants you to keep going. His eyes trail up from your body to your eyes, seeing how nervous you were.

He places hands on your hips and pulls you to stand between his legs, "Baby you're so pretty. If you don't wanna do this we don't have to, you do know that right?"

"I want to." You say almost too fast, "I'm just.. nervous.".

"Go slow, it's just me. I'll be gentle, baby, I promise." He kisses your tummy softly, looking back up into your eyes, "I'll tell them to be gentle too when you want them to come in.".

"They can come in now if you want.." You mumble out to him softly and he nods before calling them.

They walk out from the kitchen where they'd been doing whatever they were to see you half naked and Billy looking over his shoulder at them.

You hear Steve groan as he walks over, "Fuck, you're so pretty." making his way behind you to move your hair so he can kiss your shoulder and neck.

"You guys are gonna be gentle with her, okay?" Billy says seriously to the boys, watching your eyes. Steve nods and you hear Eddie say from behind Billy, "Course.".

You look over to Eddie who gives you a look of assurance. You smile, "Come here." calling him over.

He gets on the bed nearly beside Billy but slightly behind him. You climb onto Billy's thigh and pull Eddie's face in to kiss him softly. He rubs hands in your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. You moan into Eddie's mouth when Billy begins to move your hips against his thigh, creating friction.

You pull away from the kiss with Eddie and smile at him before Steve pulls the back of your bra back before letting it go, making it slap against your skin. "Can I unclip it?" He asks behind you, rubbing your back softly.

You nod and hum "mhm." as Steve unclips the material. It slides down your arms and you take it off. Billy looks into your eyes before kissing your breasts softly, taking a nipple into his mouth to bite on it softly. The second you flinch and gasp is the second he stops and asks "You okay?".

You giggle "Yes, B." before kissing his lips softly and getting off his lap. You turn around to face Steve. He brings his hands up to caress your breasts softly as he leans in to kiss you tenderly with tongue.

Each if the three of them had different ways of kissing you. They were all good at it, it was just all so different.

You pull away before bringing your thumbs to belt loops in your jeans, slowly pulling them down your thighs and soon completely off your body. And now you're left in front of them purely in your black panties.

Though, soon those would be off too and you'd find your self laying beneath Billy as his cock prods at your entrance. "Are you ready?" He'd ask when you nod. "Tell me when you wanna stop, okay?" His cock enters your tight cunt to slowly push inside of you. It was painful, especially since his cock was so large it felt like forever until his full length was finally settled inside of you.

"Tell me when you want me to go." He says softly. Steve plays with your hair as your laying between his legs and Eddie whispers praises from beside you where he palms himself.

You whimper, "Can you move now." You'd ask almost permission though it was your decision. He'd begin to slowly bring his length out of you before pushing it back in. At first, it was slightly painful, until it turned into a mix of pleasure and pain. You'd moan out to him asking for him to move faster and so he does.

His thrusts become more harsh but it only gets more pleasurable each time, "Good girl, you're doing so good for me baby." Billy praises and brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, the rest of his fingers touching your lower tummy where there's a slight bulge from his large cock pressing into you.

You feel yourself coming close to that long awaited feeling of coming undone. Something that you haven't been able to make yourself do in so long. That feeling that you've been waiting to feel from someone else for the whole 18 long years of your life spent being a virgin.

"B— I'm gonna.." You moan before he brings his face down to kiss you, "Come on baby, cum for me.. cum for us." He groans and you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you feel yourself release.

You breathe heavily as Billy pulls out of you, cumming on your tummy. You laugh quietly smiling tiredly up at him.

He gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

"You did so fucking good prettygirl." Eddie says as he kisses your cheek softly then pecks your lips.

"Haven't came in my pants since middle school when I saw my first playboy.." Steve chuckles, continuing to play with your hair softly.

Your tummy rumbles in a giggle as Billy walks back over to where you were on the bed with a small towel, wiping his cum off of your tummy, then wiping slick from inbetween your thighs.

"Are you tired?" Billy asks, rubbing your thighs knowing they'll likely be sore the next day. Luckily it was a Friday. You nod and sit up. He helps you stand up. He's already wearing his boxers again but you're still naked. And you didn't bring clothes to sleep in.

"What am I supposed to sleep in?" You ask and Eddie throws his hellfire t-shirt at you.

"I was about to go get food with Steve anyway, I can stop by my house or his and grab some clothes." Eddie says as he puts on his hoodie.

Billy grabs his keys from his jean pocket and throws them to Steve who's standing by the door. "Don't crash my car, Harrington. And grab me the pair of shorts I have at your house."

The two boys walk out of the house and you put on your panties, already wearing Eddie's shirt. You watch Billy walk off over to the kitchen area in which you hadn't seen yet.

You follow him over there. He looked so sexy too, wearing nothing other than boxers where you could see his large dick (that was soft too).

"You're so hot, and I've always thought that about you guys but like I've never seen you like this." You smirk at him and he only chuckles and looks away.

"Surprised I let you stay a virgin this long, especially since you felt and looked that fuckin' good." He'd walk over to you and kiss you softly with his hands on your waist, rubbing them up the shirt you were wearing to rub your bare back.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down into you more.

"How was it, by the way. Are you okay? Anything hurt right now?" He'd ask and you'd nod.

"I'm fine, B. Nothing hurts.. and yes. Couldn't imagine my first time being any better." You smile up at him and walk back over to the bed, laying on your stomach. He walks up behind you and slaps your ass before jokingly saying "Next time I won't be so gentle with you then, hm?"

Next time.

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[luvghostie]

ೃ⁀➷𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

𝘎𝘕 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

The air was crisp, clinging ever so gently to the breeze that swept the night. Kids running up and down the street, people handing out candy, and houses booming with music. It was All Hollows’ Eve. The celebration is observed in many countries on 31 October. People dress up, carve pumpkins, trick or treat, and throw parties. However, there are always a select few whom don't celebrate.

You were at a house party with your two other friends. Each member of the trio was doing something different. One was drinking rather hard, the other was starting fights, and you were sitting on the front porch alone.

House parties weren't exactly your thing. The loud music and sexual gestures weren't exciting to you. Rather, you'd love to stay at home handing out candies. You were still dressed up, of course. You sported a very nice witch costume, not the usual mole-faced one. This time you added... spice. Regardless, No amount of catcalling and drunk people could change your Halloween spirit.

You dug through some candy you snatched from the party. Twix, Snickers, Hershey's, you had all kinds of goodies. Each piece reminded you of a special moment in your childhood. You still recall the first time you ate candy. The sugary snack was something you loved since and craved since the day.

Before you could decide what you wanted you felt uneasy. Like, something or someone was watching you. Looking around the lonely porch you spotted someone in the distance. They were approaching the house with what looked to be... A garbage bag? You tried not to think about the person too much. After all, you were at a house party. Maybe he lived here or knew these people somehow.

The air blew harder sending a chill throughout your body. “Damn, why does it have to be so cold?” you asked yourself, clinging to the little warmth you had left. Fall was amazing to you however, just like any season it has its downs. Sickness and coldness, are two things you hated feeling and getting during this time of year.

Sudden creeks startled you from your thoughts. Someone was going up the stairs nearing you. Looking over to your left you see, a clown. His nose was pointy and long, his outfit black and white, and how could you forget the little hat that rested on his head.

“Oh,” you said, jumping slightly. You didn't expect to see someone with such a good costume here. Little alone a clown. Collecting your thoughts again you smiled at the man. “Sorry, you scared me. I really like your costume though.”

The man's eye moved to yours, a grin spreading on his pale face. He pointed at himself giving a “are you talking to me?” kind of expression. Giggling you nodded your head in agreement. “Yes, you, no one here has a cool costume like that!” you stated, pointing towards the closed door leading inside.

His eyes moved to the door and back to yours. You expected him to say something. Whether that be a thank you or screw off, you thought something would be let out. He instead bowed to you as if you were of high class. That's never happened to you but coming from this guy, it felt sweet.

As he raised up his hand started to reach into one of his pockets. He searched in there for a few seconds soon bringing out a piece of paper. You were confused, to say the least. That is until you received the paper from the clown.

“Art,” you said aloud, now wanting an answer to this word. “What does that mean?” you questioned him looking back up. He simply pointed to himself giving you the missing piece. “that's your name?” he lifted his thumbs up signifying your first guess was correct. “I'm y/n, nice to meet you, Art.” you reached your hand out to formally greet him for the first time. Art's hand clasped around yours, shaking it ever so gently.

Something about him felt familiar. Something felt, off. You pushed whatever that feeling was down and took this as an opportunity. “Well, Art, would you like to go get our Halloween spirit on?” you questioned. Art's eyes gleamed as he answered your request with actions. You could already feel this was the start of an amazing friendship.

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[ladythornofrivia]

The Imperfection of Sound

In a world of sound, reader is deaf. Until she meets Ran Haitani, who shows her that life is more than just hoping for a miracle.

Pair: Ran x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this). Spice. (Spice is nice 😏😎😉)

Author’s Note: For those who are sad from reading the last chapter—I’m sorry. Enjoy this chapter.

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 4: Heavenly

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Ran felt sick throughout the night. He couldn’t bear himself to stay awake, so fell asleep after drinking hot chocolate with chewy marshmallows. He cleansed himself in a lazy fashion—just unbraided his two braids and cleansed his face, brushed his teeth. Then for his outfit, he tossed it aside into the laundry basket for a clean pair of black boxers and loose grey-blue shirt.

He looked up at the mirror, the dark circles under his eyes were deeply outlined and shaded.

If only I’ve been straightforward with her like I did with the others. How I treated others. What made me hold back in the first place? Was I afraid over my confidence? Doubtful? I wish she could tell me. Damn, I hate miscommunication. I didn’t think she’d jump into conclusions. But then, all girls are self-conscious once they see something that makes them uncomfortable. If only I said, “I like you, (y/n), please be my girlfriend.” Everything would’ve been so much easier. I used to be careless of what I said, still sure of myself. What the hell happened to me? I should get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new chance.

Then Ran tucked himself into cold sheets, easing his anxious thoughts roaming. He breathed in…one, two…

Three.

Darkness enveloped him.

•••••

A suckling noise drained into his ears while dainty fingers slipped into up and down motions, kissing noises planted on him.

His throat grumbled, his back hand rubbed his eyes, forcing himself awake to someone straddling him on the bed. With a quick action, his eyes open at his own blanket, formed like a huge tent. When he grabbed the clouded bed sheets, it unveiled a girl. Not just any girl. It was you, pleasuring his long cock with your hungry and pretty mouth. Your hand is dainty compare to his thick girth, sliding in up and down motion still while your lips kissed the tip of his cock, as if French kissing it. The white leak coated on your tongue. Your eyes gazed at him with desire, not the innocent kind, despite your eyes try to claim as one.

“Such a naughty girl,” Ran said with a faint smirk. The widened pupils on his violet eyes relaxed. “Go on, princess, I want you feel my cock in your mouth.”

His hips thrust on your mouth, receiving a low moan droning from you, as you kept sucking his stiff cock, humming.

Usually, Ran met a couple of girls outside of the club. One thing in common girls liked to do is to be seductive towards him, with low hums and subtle touches here and there.

With a final shove into your hungry mouth, his hot semen spurted and drained passed through your throat. As he pulled it out, you swallowed every last liquid. Instantly, he grabbed and pulled you, sharing a deep languid kisses with him. His hand rested at the back of your head as he shoved his tongue against yours. Languid kisses became more lively and desperate—faster and hungrier.

Automatically you plunged his hardened cock into your wet folds, grinding fast as you could, then pounding your ass each time you came down from riding his cock, your lips parted, drawing a loud moan as your head threw back. With a rosy blush on your cheeks, your eyes looked at him with pleasure, you tossed your long hair, riding him faster, moaning desperately.

Ran’s hands groped your breasts, pinching your nipples, as he watched you moaned louder than the last. Your flush skin and face, skin to skin, with yours and his, everything is perfect.

Heavenly.

If only I could tell her how beautiful she sounded.

His arms pulled your upper body down to meet his lips once more, shares deep kisses.

He flipped you over, laying on your backside, as he unsheathed his cock and licked your clit. Nipping them, your hand made its way onto Ran, grinding your pussy until you squirted.

Pulling away, seeing the mess you created on his bed from your wet pussy—your clit is puffed, numbed from Ran’s nipping and licking. Hurriedly, Ran your legs, wedging his cock into your cunt once more, his hands wrapped your legs around his waist as he cradled your head, pressing his lips against your forehead, then tracing his lips down to your jawline, neck then collarbone, then bringing it back up to your lips before heading out to the wide, marbled balcony after unlocking his the sliding door with one hand. With the heaviness of his cock still inside you, each time he moved, the walls in your cu t clutched tighter.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing your forehead before he thrusted, which resulted you screaming with ecstasy on top of your lungs, tears spilling out from your face as you locked your grip behind his neck as you felt your body bouncing from his cock shoving and bruising your walls, immediately immersed, and the arousal grew stronger.

He quickly untangled your legs as you faced toward the high-end view of Roppongi, bent forward as the side of your face pinned down on the wide marble railing as he railed harder. As his pacing went sloppier, yet harsher, he tugged you back, your back pressed against his chest as his lips pressed against your cheek lovingly, whispering, “You like that? You’re so fucking cute when you look like this. People in Roppongi would see how fucking beautiful you are…how your tight cunt is fucking good—your gorgeous body, gorgeous lips, your seductive moans…all hot and hungry for me…if you ever get a chance to get pregnant, I’d still fuck you to oblivion, my little goddess. I love you (y/n)—I love you.”

The semen spurted in you as the last of your arousing screams pierced into his ears before—

•••••

Ran lunged his body forward, covered in drooping sweat. It was still dark—at midnight. He hasn’t gotten any sleep since he last saw you. It was all a big misunderstanding. The girl he randomly clashed with was the birthday girl Rindou mentioned. She wanted to inquired Ran where he was at that night, as Ran tried his best to be civil. He wanted to meet you, by the building where you and him first met—overly self-assured and suave. But with you, his charm dissipated, as if he has forgotten how.

He’s bewitched by your queenly spell.

He kept reading the old messages over and over, the times where he and his heart elated by you, having selfie pictures together and random jokes you guys shared—and inside jokes that you two could only decipher.

But everything seems broken. He couldn’t look at it anymore. He didn’t want to be sober—filled with despair at a new darkened day.

I wish she could answer me. I want to make things right, but I don’t know how.

The birthday girl professed she wanted Ran as her birthday present. Meaning, she offered her virginity to him since her ex broke up with her due to business and education.

As much as Ran politely declined, she still kept pursuing for his attention and affection. He tried not to be obvious to push her away but rather grabbed her by the shoulders to halt her, and that’s where he saw you, your eyes are all but a fatal mourning and betrayal. And now Ran tries in anyway he can to message you, but no answer. He wanted to explain, he’s going to explain, but the outcome was as horrible. How will be able to reach you now?

Just as he was about to contact one of the Tenjiku members to search you, a long outline of hardened cock protruded from his bed blankets.

He wished that everything in his heavenly dream was real.

In the meantime, he has to find a way to mend your heart and pull you back into his world, as you delve into his once and for all.

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[moonlightndaydreams]

After Lollapalooza an 18+ Han short fanfic // MDNI

Dedication: to all the Han Jisung fans who nearly died after the Lollapalooza Paris show.

You get back to the hotel after the show to wait for your bf Jisung. He arrives still full of adrenaline and still dressed in his performance outfit.

18+ // female reader + Han Jisung // smut // explicit sexual content// masturbation // vaginal Sex // established relationship // explicit language

The crowd was going wild. The screams were deafening. They were screaming for the men on stage. Stray Kids. You loved all of the members, but there was one you loved the most. Han fucking Jisung. Your Han fucking Jisung.

Everyone who saw Han rap, knew he had a skilled, fast and deadly tongue. They didn’t need to have first hand experience to know that his skilled, fast and deadly tongue could cause earth shattering orgasms if it were between their legs, or latched onto any body part, really.

You squeezed your legs together, hoping to lessen the desire that was pooling in your core. Fuck he looked amazing tonight. With fluffy long hair falling in his face and the the all black outfit. The dark eye makeup coupled with the outfit gave him an emo look. You knew everyone was going absolutely feral for him. You didn’t realise you were so into this look too, usually preferring his hair off of his face and an undercut at the back. But, it didn’t take you long to realise that him sporting a new look every few months was actually a lot of fun. It kind of spiced things up a bit. Not that you needed things to be spiced up with this man. He knew how to keep you on your toes in the bedroom, showing you so many different colours to how he liked to make love to you, or fuck you.

You felt a buzz of pride wash over you as you watched them like a fool with a silly smile plastered all over your face. You were so proud of how far Han and Stray Kids had come over the past little while, and you couldn’t believe you would actually get to be here in Paris witnessing history for these young men.

After the sexy emo look, Han was then in a red oversized tshirt. You had noticed that tonight’s outfits hid his package too well. You (and every other Jisung fan out there) fucking loved copping an eye full of his bulge. But the audience was blessed with some wardrobe malfunctions from Chan and Minho, which you were sure would go viral over the next few days. You wondered if it was planned. You knew they were sneaky. And you knew they loved to tease.

You gazed at your boyfriend. How Han looked right now, with baggy pants and the oversized thsirt, coupled with that hair… it reminded you of the boys you used to crush on at school. When lust, hormones and angst made your heart rate kick up, and you felt like someone had punched you in the chest when they’d brush against your arm. It reminded you of that boy that broke your heart when you were younger. It had felt like the end of the world, and you swore and that you’d never get over him.

But Han… you knew he was in it forever. But it didn’t stop you from sometimes worrying that this was too good to be true, and that it could all come crashing down around you. The world really would feel like it was ending if that happened.

You shook the fear of the unknown, and the nostalgia of your past, away. Tonight was about new, happy memories.

Han was absolutely on fire tonight. His confidence, his swag, his energy were off the Scoville Scale. You knew you were in for an incredible time after the show. You couldn’t wait to see how he was going to fuck you tonight.

———————

You arrived back at the hotel first. You showered and put on your new lingerie. Black and red lacy panties and matching lace push up bra. They were expensive. They were new. And Han hadn’t seen them before. He was in for a treat.

You took your attention to the bed, making sure everything was just right. You turned on the lamps, doing your best to create some mood lighting, and slipped into bed with a glass of champagne. You pulled out your phone to scroll through the content fans had taken from the show, and you were impressed at how quickly content was being uploaded. Stays were fucking dedicated that was for sure.

Your heart stopped when you came across a clip of Han rapping to God’s menu. The wind blowing his hair, and the gold trimmed robe, made him look like a god. He was so fine. So sexy. So talented. You bit into your bottom lip, imagining that man on top of you. Devouring you. Imagining his mouth nibbling on your neck. Biting your nipples. Sucking your clitoris. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. You watched the clip on repeat as you fantasised about the man on the screen. Your body temperature began to rise as your brain filled with thoughts of him sinking into you, rolling his hips against you and whispering obscene things in your ear in English or Korean. It didn’t matter which language he used, it turned you on.

You downed the last of your champagne setting the glass on the bedside table. With one hand still holding the phone, your other hand drifted down your stomach and over your black lace panties. You were already wet and ready for Han fucking Jisung. The ache so unbearable that you considered relieving yourself of the tension.

You weren’t sure how long you were going to have to wait until he arrived so you made a judgment call.

You fumbled around the bedside table for your earbuds, plugged them into your phone, pushed the buds into your ears, and turned the volume up loud. You watched your talented lover on the screen as his voice resounded loud in your ears.

Your finger edged underneath the side of your panties, and glided through your wetness. God you felt swollen and so ready to be touched. To be fucked. You explored your delicate inner labia, spreading yourself open. You loved it when Han would spread your lips apart. He’d often sigh when he did, like he was looking at you for the first time, every time. He’d always lick his lips while he watched his fingers, or his cock slide in and out of your body. You imagined it was his fingers touching you.

Next, you dragged your fingertips up to your clitoris, applying pressure to your swollen, hard bud. You felt the warmth and tension in your core intensify and spread throughout your body like liquid.

Your breath was heavy now, and you were allowing yourself to moan. Low, long, breathy moans. Your fingers moved back down to explore your entrance, and you felt compelled to spread your legs as wide as you could. You were practically dripping in arousal, and as you sunk two fingers into your vagina you leg out a primal, guttural groan.

Your breath picked up even more, turning into shallow pants. Your moans becoming short whimpers. You were so close. You could feel the coil low in your pelvis tighten, ready to snap at any second. The palm of your hand rubbed your clitoris as your fingers dug into your g-spot.

Your eyes were glued to the man on the screen, while his husky voice was in your ears. You fucking loved this man with every cell of your being.

Your motions sped up, becoming more rough, more needy, and your hips started to rock against your palm and fingers. Sweat beaded on your brow as you fucked yourself on your hand, chasing your release like your life depended on it.

And then your were there. Tipped over the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Your back arched off the bed. Your walls pulsed around your fingers. The release was so strong that all you could do when it was over was lay still, close your eyes and try to catch your breath.

You could barely move, but you managed to rip the earbuds out of your ears and throw your phone down on the bed beside you. You were still panting and your heart was pounding.

“That was so fucking hot, babe, but I really need to fuck you now.”

Your eyes sprang open and you lifted your head towards the voice that spoke.

Han fucking Jisung. Standing at the end of the bed. Red tshirt, messy hair. Makeup and sweat mingled together and dried on his skin. Tongue poking out hungrily. And his big, hard, pretty dick in his hand.

“Han!” You choke on his name. “How long have you… how much did see?”

Han smirked. “Oh baby I saw everything.” He said slyly.

You felt yourself blush, but it was too late to be all embarrassed in front of him. Instead, you decided to play sexy. “And did you like what you saw?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Baby. Do you know how hard it was to hold back?” He sighed. “You even packaged yourself up nicely for me… I can barely contain myself.” He said gruffly looking you up and down.

“But,” he climbed up onto the bed, taking your legs and spreading them so he could kneel between them. “You know if you wanted to come to my rapping or singing, all you had to do was ask?” He rubbed his thumb over your inner thighs, biting into his lip and then snarling. You loved it when he did that with his mouth.

“Or maybe you were just too needy tonight, that you couldn’t be patient and wait for me?” His hand skimmed over your panties causing your breath to hitch. “Did my performance make you that horny that you had to finger fuck yourself? Couldn’t even wait for me.” His finger slid through your lips. You were so swollen and engorged, far more than earlier, and so fucking wet. Han sucked in a breath through his teeth. “So wet.” He stated.

He brought his glistening finger up to his mouth and licked your wetness off of it. “I’ve missed this.” He said savouring your taste. He’d tasted you only that morning, but the way he acts like a starving man only turns you on more.

You began to whimper again. Han was there now, ready to ravish you, practically straight from the stage and into the bedroom. His eyes were dark, hooded and full of lust. You knew he needed a fast, rough release. You knew he’d still be full of adrenaline. You knew he was going to pound your brains out. And you couldn’t wait.

You loved Han no matter how he wanted to have sex with you. Sometimes he was playful and cheeky. Other times he’d make love to you tenderly and slow. And other times he’d fuck you like he was like a wild animal. But no matter how he gave you love, he always made sure you knew you were the most beautiful, perfect creature he’d ever laid eyes on, and that he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I couldn’t wait for you Han,” you panted and swallowed hard. “You were so fucking sexy out there tonight… do you know how much your fans wanted you? How much I wanted you?”

Han hovered over you, resting his arms on the mattress on either side of your body. His face inches from yours. His fluffy hair falling onto your face. His leaking cock squashed between your bodies.

“There was something about you tonight, baby.” You reached up with both hands to brush his hair out of his face, holding it out of his eyes so you could get a good look at him. Han swallowed hard. “You were perfect out there. So hot. So sexy. So fuckable.” You whispered. “Did it feel good? Being out there on stage?”

Han nodded “It felt fucking amazing.” He whispered back.

Han loved praise and approval. “I need to you to give me that same intensity… that same confidence… right now.” You pulled him to nuzzle your neck. “Own me like you owned the stage, Han…please….” You begged.

Han growled and bit down into your neck making you welp.

“Fuck me as hard as you rap, Han. Use your mouth like you do when you’re performing.” Your voice was a mixture of demanding and begging, and it spurred Han on.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Dressed like this… dressed up for me… only for me.” his hands explored your body roughly, kisses landing on your mouth, face, neck. “I’m going to make you feel incredible.” He grunted, as he leaned back on his knees and took a long, lustful look at you. He reached down to your panties, hooking his fingers around the side and tearing them right off you, making you gasp, and throwing them to side.

Han made no attempt to remove his clothes as he resumed his position hovering over you, hooking an arm under one of your thighs snd hoisting your leg his shoulder.

With his free hand he pumped his cock a few times, before positioning the tip at your entrance. You lifted his shirt up his body far enough it wouldn’t interfere with his movements, but also so you could both watch that initial thrust as he squeezed himself into your pussy.

You both sighed in relief. “Fuck…. Baby…you’re so… tight… shit...” He huffed.

You pulled him down on top of you and wrapped your legs around his ass to pull him deeper.

You always loved the feeling of Han filling you up, stretching you, dragging his smooth cock against your walls. You loved his cock in any of your orifices, your body gladly accepted it. Your body craved it.

Han fucked you with abandon. You knew he would. He was so hyped up earlier, and you knew performing would only energise him further.

Obscene, wet noises filled the room and the slapping of skin on skin becoming louder and more impactful.

Han’s hips snapped rhythmically and relentlessly, and he grunted with each thrust. Each punch into your cervix made you whimper.

“I’m not hurting you am I baby?” He huffed but didn’t slow down, actually tried to go even deeper.

“In the best way.” You managed to respond. Tears were welling up in your eyes as Han started to slam even harder into you.

“I need you to take it for me…” he grunted “can you do that for me?”

“Mmmh..hmm… I… can take it… please… don’t stop.” The words were jolted out of you with each thrust.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself to the moment. His hair was damp with sweat, beads of it running down the strands and dropping on you. You didn’t care. In fact you loved a sweaty Han.

He leaned down and smashed his mouth on yours, the hot, wet breath mingling with yours. His tongue penetrated your mouth, finding your tongue. Your bodies connected at both ends and moving rhythmically together.

Your hands slid up his back, his tshirt stuck to his back with sweat.

“I fucking love you… baby…” he whimpered and he dug his fingers into your hips and squeezing the flesh.

Everything suddenly became too much and you were pushed over the precipice, squeezing and shaking around Han’s cock.

“You look… you feel… so good when you come, baby.” He cried. “I’m gonna… I’m…” Han squeezed his eyes closed and let his mouth hang open as he painted your insides with his release, and letting out a loud cry.

Fuck, you loved his come face.

“Fuck… baby…” he panted, collapsing on top if you. “You were perfect.”

“So were you Han.” You wrapped your arms around him hugging him tight. “Do you feel better after that?” You cooed.

“Hmmm….so… much….better.” He hummed.

He suddenly lifted his head to look at you, grinning.

“What is it?” You laughed. “What are you smirking at?”

“Let’s have shower. And then…” he paused “No…Let’s have a big drink of water, then a shower. Then…” he wriggled his eyebrows “we have snuggly sex? Naked snuggly sex.”

You grinned like an idiot. You couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @lyramundana I’ve mentioned his package… 🤣

#skz fanfic #skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung #Sorsha oneshots #skz lollapalooza

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BSD Genderswap universe hc for the Port Mafia

- The organisations are really tight Knitted; the PM goes to rave once a year in order to relax. Here’s how it usually goes:

Chuuya would force Akutagawa to dress up for the party.

Their outfits:

- Akutagawa would wear a blank singlet, black frilly skirt, tights and B&W stripped detached sleeves. (imagine misa from death note) She feels utterly embarassed and cold most of the time

- Chuuya probably wears a skimpy top that’s self tied. She has a ton of faith on the top that it wouldn’t fall off. I imagine her with a large cowboy hat and her hair is let down (I think she has long hair down to her butt but in her normal PM outfit, her hair is styled in front of her chest like male Chuuya and it somehow looks shorter)

- Kōyō wore a black turtle neck and black pants. Classic man. He doesn’t party but he watches over the younger ones

- Higuchi wears a red ripped sleeveless crop top, black ripped jeans and tons of metal chains/accessories. He has a black lip and earrings. He still wears his normal sunglasses on his head and his fringe is pulled back

- Gin wears a black T shirt and ripped blue jeans. Super casual. (At the end of the night, a drunk Higuchi would be clinging onto Gin and tearing off his shirt sleeves and shouting at him to take risks)

- Tachihara wears a tight sleeveless crop top and baggy jeans. She also has glow in the dark bracelets for some reasons. Her hair is in those bubble ponytails but they would come undone by the end of the night. Tachihara, Gin and Higuchi did each other nails. Tachihara has green nails, Gin has blue nails and a higuchi has red nails.

The 6 of them would attend a festival with a myriad of stalls then party and drink all night. They would end their night with a dance party where they rent a studio with a dance machine. Chuuya and Higuchi were monsters on the dancefloor. Rumour has it, that the duo who holds the dance high score were two VERY well known mafia women (ahem fem skk) and ever since Dazai left, Chuuya has never been able to find an adequate partner. Higuchi was the best choice.

Every member will get the spotlight at least once to show off their moves and pick a song:

Deli by Ice Spice (he drunkenly chose this and went with it) : Higuchi can somehow breakdance and spin on his head

Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me by Tata Young : Chuuya twirls in the air like a helicopter and bends her body like a straw. Bonus, she dances so sensually that Kōyō had to pry her off the dance floor before she starts stripping

I’m sexy and I know it (Tachihara found the song funny) : Tachihara just screams instead of dancing properly because she’s drunk

Some random upbeat song : Gin does some simple subtle swaying and moves

Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson : Akutagawa cannot dance. She usually escapes this portion but this year, she HAS to do a dance and she felt like breaking down as all eyes were on her. But then, she remembered that she learnt something from that stupid weretiger.

Yes, that idiotic selfish weretiger taught her something.

The art of shuffling.

Atsushi cannot dance but she’s a pretty good shuffler and the shuffler bug infected Akutagawa. She was naturally amazing at shuffling which shocked all of them

They would pass out for the rest of the morning until Mori finds them and wakes them up. Sometimes before Chuuya passes out, she’ll drunk dial Dazai to buy her Starbucks in the morning. Dazai always remembers her order.

Dazai did join the PM rave parties. In fact, she was the lone high scorer for any individual dances. As an executive and one of—if not is—the most revered woman in the mafia, she has loads of niche skills to impress her targets. One of it, was her dancing. She can learn the rhythm and dance of any tune in one siting and her hand leg coordination is skilful.

The next morning, all of them showed up with black sunglasses and mismatched socks.

Lmk if y’all want me to draw their rave outfits hehe🤫

#bungou stray dogs #fem chuuya #fem dazai #port mafia #bungou stray dogs genderswap #bsd genderbend #fem tachihara #higuchi ichiyo #fem akutagawa #fem skk

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Note: maybe this whole fake dating thing isn’t so bad. Turns out, Clydes connections are going to benefit me. They’re also completely unknown to me.

You arrived to the second fake dating Thursday late again. But for different reasons this time—all Pete Thelman related.

You had overslept because you had stayed up till some unbelievable hour in the morning practicing the pitch with the group and rehearsing how you were going to sell the project to Pete Thelman. You only stopped when Kyle threw a tangerine at you to tell you to shut up since you were keeping him up from sleep. You needed up moving to your room and carrying on for at least another two hours.

Then if you weren’t already late enough, you had realised that your normal outfit (an oversized shirt, leggings and your hair in a messy bun) was probably not the best outfit to showcase your professionalism and sell you as a “future colleague” so you decided to change into more business attire. Dress for success and all that.

You burst through the door whispering the words to yourself over and over and then you noticed Clyde.

It was an okay-ish day for the time of year. You glanced at him, and immediately you knew he was in the nastiest of moods. That rumour of him throwing pens and pencils around his office because a deal was unsuccessful, or because one of his employees messed something up or something equally inconsequential had happened came to mind. You felt the need to duck.

It’s okay. You told yourself. This was worth it. It was all worth it. Things Nichole and Tolkien were starting to work out, really well. Better than even anticipated actually. They were almost officially dating, they had shown up to your most recent group outing together. You were hopefully going to convince Pete without messing things up, and in the right attire since you had made the last minute decision to change. In addition, you were gaining a free drink out of all this. You just had to look on the bright side. Even if it meant looking past this pitch-black mood of Clyde Donovan’s, it would be worth it.

“Hi.” You beamed. He looked at you, squinting as if you were too bright, with a look of angst and hatred painted on his face. “How are you?”

“Fine.” His tone was clipped, his expression unchanging, as usual. He was waring his usual attire. You couldn’t help but notice his muscles wondering if his clothes had been custom made. You had also taken note that his hair had gone ever so slightly shorted in length. It felt surreal to you that you were at the point that you were taking note and keeping track of Clyde Donovan’s hair and his moods.

“Ready to get coffee?” You chirped.

He nodded dismissively. Barely even looking at you. On a table inside one of your executors was glancing back and through pretending to clean the monitor of her laptop.

“Sorry I was late again. I just—”

“It’s fine.”

“How was your week?”

“Fine.”

Wow, okay. “Um…did you do anything at weekend?”

“I worked.”

You got into line and fought off your sigh. “Weathers been nice, huh?” God, you’d made it to awkward conversation fillers.

He grunted in response.

It was starting to be too much. There was a limit to what you would do for this fake dating relationship—even for a free coffee. You sighed. “Is it because of the hair cut?”

“What?” He looked shocked.

“Is the mood because of the haircut?”

“What mood?”

You gestured to him. “This. This bad mood you’re in.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not in a bad mood.”

You snorted—thought that was probably not the right term for the noise you’d just made. It was too loud and derisive, more like a laugh.

A snaugh.

“What?” He frowned, unappreciative of your snaugh.

“Come on.”

“You ooze moodiness.”

“I do not.” He sounded almost offended you’d even said that about him.

“You so do. But it’s fine, you’re allowed to be in a bad mood.”

It was your turn so you took a step forward and smiled at the barista.

“Morning. Can I have a pumpkin spice latte and that cream cheese danish over there. Yep, that one thank you. And”—You pointed at Clyde with your thumb—“he’ll have a chamomile tea. No sugar.” You added cheerfully taking a few small steps to the side to avoid damage in case Clyde decided to dart a pen at you. You were surprised when he calmly handed his card to the barista. Really, he wasn’t as bad as they made him out to be.

“I hate tea.” He said. “And chamomile.”

You beamed up at him. “That is truly unfortunate.”

“You smart-ass.”

He stared straight ahead, but you were almost certain that he was about to crack a smile. There was a lot to be said about him but not that he didn’t have a sense of humour.

“So…not the haircut?”

“Mm? Ah, no. It was a weird length. Getting in my way while I was running.”

Oh. So he was a runner. Like you. “Okay. Great. Because it doesn’t look bad.”

It looks good. As in really good. You are probably the most handsome man I’d ever talked to in the last week, but now you look even better. Not that I care about these things. I don’t care at all. I rarely even notice you’d, and I’m not sure why I’m noticing you, or your hair, or your clothes, or how tall you are. I really don’t get it. I never care. Usually. Ugh.

“I…” he seemed flustered for a second, his lips moving without making a sound as he looked for an appropriate response. Then, out of the blue, he said, “I talked with the CEO this morning. He’s still refusing to discuss a new contract.”

“Oh.” You cocked your head. “I thought they weren’t due until the end of September.”

“They aren’t. This was an informal meeting, but the topic came up. He said he’s still monitoring the situation.”

“I see.” You waited for him to continue. When it became clear that he wouldn’t, you asked, “Monitoring…how?”

“Unclear.” He was clenching his jaw.

“I’m sorry.” You felt for him. You really did. If there was something you could empathise with, it was contracts and how awkward they can be and how awkward companies can be about them. “Don’t that mean you can’t continue your career?”

“I have other plans it’s just awkward.”

“So…the problem is that you can’t remain here?”

“I can. But my contact would change and I like how it is now and I would like it to roll over and be the exact same on my next contract.l

Uh? “I see.” You cleared your throat. “So…let me recap. It sounds like they might terminate your contract based on rumours, which I agree is a crappy move. But it also sounds like now you can go bigger and get even greater deals with better companies, so…it’s not the end of the world?”

Clyde gave you an affronted glare, suddenly looking even more cross.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry I just don’t see how you’re truly missing out, i mean—” you were cut short when the barista handed you your danish.

You took a bite out of it—fuck it was nice—you watched his face, how it contorts, while you were chewing. He was watching the barista.

“Look okay, my point is, it’s not an insurmountable problem. Besides we’re working though it together, showing people that you’re going to stay here forever because of your amazing girlfriend.”

You pointed at yourself. His glare followed your hand, clearly he was not a fan or rationalising or working through his problems.

“Or you can stay mad, we can go to your office and throw pens at each other till the pain of being pelleted overrides your shitty mood? Sounds like fun, no?”

He looked away, rolling his eyes. You could see it in the curve of his cheeks that he was amused. Likely against his will. “You are such a smart ass.”

“Maybe but I’m not the one who grunted when I asked how your week was.”

“I did not grunt. And you ordered me chamomile tea.”

You smiled. “You’re welcome.”

There was a quiet moment when you chewed through your of your danish. Once you’d swallowed you rationalised a little and said, “I’m sorry about your funds.”

He shook his heads “I’m sorry about the mood.”

Oh. “It’s okay. You’re famous for that.”

“I am?”

“Yep. It’s kinda of your thing.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmm.”

His mouth twitched. “Maybe I wanted to spare you.”

You smiled, because it was actually a nice thing to say. And he was not a nice person, but he was very kind to you most of the time—not always. He was almost smiling, staring down at you in a way that you couldn’t quite interpret but that made you think weird thoughts, until the barista deposited your drinks on the counter. He suddenly looks like he was about to retch.

“Clyde? Are you okay?”

He stared at your cup and took a step back. “The smell of that thing.”

You inhaled deeply. Heavenly. “You hate pumpkin spice latte?”

He wrinkled his nose, recoiling. “Gross.”

“How can you hate it? It’s the best thing your country has produced in the past century.”

“Please, stand back. The stench.”

“Hey. If I have to choose between you and pumpkin spice latte, maybe we should rethink our arrangement.”

He eyes your cup like it contained radioactive waste. “Maybe we should.”

He held the door open as you exited the coffee shop, taking care not to come too close to your drink. You could see through the windows of the lobby that, outside it was started by to drizzle. Some passers-by were hastily putting their hoods up and getting their umbrellas out. You had been in love with the rain since as far back as you could remember. You watched happily, Stopping with Clyde outside the cafe. He took a sip of his chamomile tea, and it made you happy.

“Hey,” you said, “I have an idea. Are you going to the event the company’s been promoting like crazy?”

He nodded. “I have to, if I want to keep this contract I kind of have to suck up to them.”

“Ah. That sounds…fun.” You winced sympathetically, almost laughing again at his appalled expression. “Well I’m going, Tolkien says it promotes the band and shows are our bonding, something about us being seen as normal people. Are you going to make any of your big shot friends go?”

“No. I have other ways of making them miserable.”

You chuckled. He was funny, in that weird dark way of his. “I bet you do. Well, here’s my idea; since it’s a closed event, we should hand out. In front of the CEO and contract manager; they’ll see we’re basically one step away from marriage. Then he’ll make a quick phone call and a truck will drive up and give you your new contract right there in front of—”

“Hey, man!”

A black and red haired guy approached Clyde. You fell silent as Clyde turned to smile at him and exchanged a handshake—a close bros handshake. You blinked, wondering if you were seeing things, and took a sip of your latte.

“I thought you’d sleep in.” Clyde was saying.

“The time difference screwed me up. I figured I might as well come here and get to work. Something to eat, too, you have no food, man.”

“There are apples in the kitchen.”

“Right. No food.”

You took a step back, ready to excuse yourself when the guy turned to you. He looked eerily familiar, even though you were certain you had never met him before.

“And who’s this?” He asked curiously. His eyes were unnervingly black.

“This is Y/N,” Clyde said. There was a beat after your name, in which he should have probably specified how he knew you. He did not, and you really couldn’t blame him for not wanting to feed your fake-dating crap to someone who was clearly a good friend. You just kept your smile in place and let Clyde continue. “Y/N this is my collaborator—”

“Dude.” He man pretended to be bristle. “Introduce me as your friend.”

Clyde rolled his eyes, clearly amused. “Y/N this is my friend and collaborator, Pete Thelman.”

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Taglist: @ryenwritess @bootsieboo @southparktegreity @h3artilly

#south park #reader insert #clyde donovan #bounded smau #clyde donovan x reader #pete thelman

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!!! Welcome back. Sorry it’s been taking about two weeks per chapter, life has been busy. Anyway you know the drill! I proofread but typos happen. There is no posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesday at midnight. Also this is a slower burn, but trust me spice is coming… enjoy!!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 4.6k

PART 4:

Wednesdays have never been your favorite days. They always seemed to drag by the longest. This Wednesday was no exception. You were in a bad mood. Blame it on Wednesday, blame it on work, blame it on the hot weather. But the root of your problem was something different entirely. It was Jake. You hadn’t spoken to him since your kiss. In fact, the next morning you woke up you had lingered around perhaps a little longer than you had planned- but Jake never came out of his room. Josh kept making jokes about how Jake can never handle being crossed and you tried to laugh at them- but in the end you left feeling empty. That feeling hasn’t gone away. Jake hasn’t texted you or tried to speak to you since. You felt so many things. Sad. Angry. Confused. All of it. That has carried on into your week. You tried to just forget about it, chalk it up to stupid drunken behavior, but you couldn’t. It was now nearing the end of your day and you were ready to climb back into bed and watch something distracting on tv. It’s basically all you had done all week; order food and binge watch Netflix. At least this morning you had made yourself shower. You were still in pajamas however. A brown Aerosmith vintage tee riddled with holes and short black pajama shorts was the current outfit. Your hair was down, it had air dried from this morning. You also had on a pair of fluffy slippers. Usually they make you feel a little better, but not today. You groaned as you hit send on your final email of the day. Then you heard a knock at your door. You furrowed your brows together. You hadn’t been expecting anyone. Although you supposed it could be Margo, you had seen her a few days ago but not since. You got up from your chair and shuffled towards the door.

“Hello!” Danny greeted when you opened the door.

There stood Sam and Danny at your doorstep. You quickly flicked your eyes around but there was no sign of Jake nor Josh.

“Hi.” You say back in a puzzled tone.

Danny side steps and starts heading inside and Sam follows behind giving you a smile.

You cock your head to the side, trying to figure out if you had made plans and somehow forgotten them.

“Are you off yet? It’s like almost seven o’clock.” Danny says.

Was it really that late? You felt like maybe you were starting to lose it as you checked your watch and it read “6:48pm.”

“Oh yeah I’ve just been responding to emails.” You say trying not to sound conspicuous. “What are you guys up to?”

“I dunno. Thought we could come by and hang. We haven’t seen you in a few days.” Danny says nonchalantly.

Did Jake tell them? No, no he wouldn’t do that. At least you didn’t think he would. But this still strikes you as odd.

“We can order food. Maybe watch a movie or something.” Sam suggests.

You nod your head. “Yeah, it sounds good. Sorry it’s a mess and I’m a mess. I wasn’t really expecting anyone.”

Sam lightly laughs. “You’re good. You don’t look like a mess.”

“Can we order Indian food? I’m craving curry.” Danny says.

“Actually that sounds great. I think there’s a takeout pamphlet on my fridge.” You say.

“Perfect. I’m going to go check it out.” Danny says heading towards your kitchen.

You nod and watch him take off.

Sam is eyeing you a little awkwardly. “Hey I just wanted to say sorry if last weekend was weird or anything. I know sleeping in my room wasn’t the ideal situation. I just didn’t want you on the couch or anything.”

You make a face at him. “Sam, what are you talking about? It wasn’t weird. I thought it was incredibly nice that you did that for me. So thank you.”

“Oh okay. I just didn’t know because the next morning you seemed a little off and I didn’t want it to be because of me.”

You let out an unintentional sigh. “No, not you at all. I was just tired I guess. Come on, let’s go order some food.”

**

The night turned out to be rather pleasant. You, Sam, and Danny had ordered in food and started watching comedy specials. You all laughed at the dumbest jokes whilst also reminiscing on stories from your childhood.

“Hey Birdie, remember when you and Jake went to homecoming and got kicked out for the flasks?” Danny asked with a laugh.

You flinch a little at his name, but force a smile in its place. “Yes. Jake was a fucking idiot of course we were going to get caught.”

Sam lets out a laugh. “You’re right about that. That homecoming sucked anyway.”

“Didn’t you go with- ugh what’s her name? Oh yeah Emma Greene?” Danny asks.

You threw out your hands. “Oh yeah! I totally remember her. She was cute Sam! Why did it suck?”

Sam takes a minute before replying. “Eh homecoming/prom is never as fun when you don’t get to go with who you actually want to go with.”

You make a face. “Aw Sam! Who broke your heart and crushed your dreams?”

Sam shakes his head and puts on a small smile. “Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.”

Danny clears his throat. “So Birdie, have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Probably going to grab brunch with Margo or something.”

“So you’re not busy Saturday night?” Sam asks.

“No, why?”

“You really don’t know?” Danny asks.

You make a strange face at him.

“We have a show Birdie! It’s like an hour away at an amphitheater. You have to come.” Danny says excitedly.

“Oh shit I had no idea.” You say, starting to feel a little bad.

Danny waves his hand. “It’s a pop up show announcement we just announced a few days ago. It’s for charity. You haven’t seen us play since our underage dive bar days.”

You ponder for a minute. “Okay I’ll go. Can Margo come?”

Danny replies with a smile. “Can we come to brunch?”

You huff a laugh. “Yes.”

“That works out perfectly actually. We can meet for brunch and then head over to the venue after.” Sam adds.

“Great, I’ll tell Margo. Can we resume our movie now?”

**

Saturday had rolled around faster than you anticipated. Friday night Margo came over and stayed with you. You two had spent all night picking out concert outfits. Honestly, you think she was more excited than you. Now you were getting ready to meet the guys for brunch. You felt nervous? This will be the first time you had seen or spoke to Jake since that night. You had on a pair of ripped up light wash jeans and a white tank top with a chunky black and gold belt. You threw on a pair of black heeled booties and a lot of gold jewelry. Margo had curled your hair and put in enough product so it would last all day. You had done light makeup and brushed out your lash extensions. You felt ready. Margo had packed a huge bag full of more makeup and touch ups for later. You packed both of your outfits for later.

“Hey! Your phone is ringing. It’s Danny.” Margo yells from the other room.

You fastly shuffle to her and grab your phone to answer it.

“Good morning!” Danny beams from the speaker.

“Good morning Danny. What’s up?” You respond.

“Just checking in on you. Are you guys about ready for brunch?”

“Yeah, actually we were just about to leave here.” You say, walking back towards your room to grab your last minute things.

“Perfect!” Danny says. “Because we are outside. You can’t miss us. It’s the big tour bus right in front of your door.”

You furrow your brows together. “What? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

You peer out of your window and see a giant black bus outside.

“Holy shit. Okay yeah. Give me a minute.” You say wide eyed.

“Take your time.” Danny says before hanging up.

Oh fuck. This was going to be awkward with Jake. At least at brunch you had the distraction of eating. Now you’re about to be in a confined vehicle with him. How would he act? You shook your head and took a deep breath. No time to sit and think- they’re outside.

“Margo! So uh they’re outside to pick us up and they’re here.”

She makes a slightly confused face. “Oh? I thought we were driving. Are we all taking an Uber?”

You huff a laugh. “Something like that.”

You two grab all of your things and start to head out. You might have put on more lip gloss and perfume before going outside, but who was keeping track.

“No fucking way!” Margo exclaimed when she saw the bus.

You slightly shake your head. “Tell me about it.”

The doors open and Josh is awaiting you. “Birdie! Margo! Climb aboard!”

You breathe a laugh. “Hi Josh.”

He hugs both of you and ushers you onto the bus. It’s incredibly nice inside. There are couches straight ahead with a small kitchenette to the side. Then there is a room with beds and a bathroom to the side. Though you can’t see much because the door is cracked.

“What do you think?” Danny asks, throwing his hands out.

You scan the room once more. You hadn’t seen Jake or Sam.

“It’s really nice. You guys are such divas now.” You tease.

Josh snorts a laugh at that. “I wish. This is just for today. Our last tour bus didn’t have running water for about a week. We had to stop at gas stations to brush our teeth.”

You laugh at that and find a seat on one of the couches as the bus starts to pull off. Margo is on the other couch already off in a conversation with Josh. Danny is messing around in the kitchen. You look out the window and watch as you pass the familiarity of your street. Then you feel someone plop down next to you.

“Hey Birdie.” Jake says with a smirk. “You look lovely.”

You turn your head to him and try not to make a face. “Hey Jake.” You say flatly.

He throws his arm over you. “I’m excited you’re coming to the show tonight. I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior on stage. Can’t mess up with such a VIP guest in attendance.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh right.

He grins at you. “I’m going to impress you Birdie.”

“We’ll see about that.” You quip playfully.

Just like that you’re putty in his hands again. Damnit. You had to admit you were a little taken aback by the way Jake was acting after no contact for over a week.

Sam walks over and nods at you. He eyes Jake noticing he’s so close to you. He doesn’t make a face or say anything. The rest of the car ride was filled with comfortable conversation, then you were pulling up to brunch.

“We look so inconspicuous rolling up here like this.” You say, standing up and preparing to exit the large bus.

“C’mon babe. You know we’ve always had a flair for the theatrics.” Jake says, giving you a smile.

Babe.

**

Brunch went well. You had all gotten a variety of different brunch foods and plenty of mimosas. You had decided on strawberry french toast- to which Sam insisted he try. He had gotten an omelet and the guys had given him hell for it with his Pescatarian life. All of this had escalated into a debate about whether or not eggs are vegetarian. You and Sam were very clear that they are; but everyone else seemed to be enjoying teasing you two about it. Now you were all back on the tour bus heading towards the venue. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew it would probably be a smaller venue, which meant it would probably be packed full. Jake was splayed out on the couch with his guitar in hand striking chords and chiming in on the setlist. You sat with Margo and Sam on one of the couches while everyone else was on the opposite one.

“What should we do for an encore or our final song? Has to be something where we can draw out a jam session.” Josh says.

“What’s your favorite song Birdie?” Jake asks you with a smirk.

You pretend to think about it, but you already know. “Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd?” You say with a hint of sarcasm.

Jake lets out a laugh. “Very funny Birdie. But you know I meant by us.”

“Edge of Darkness.”

Jake makes a rather surprised face at you. “Good choice.”

“I didn’t know that one was your favorite.” Sam says.

“Yeah. It might be the nostalgia, but it’s my favorite.”

You said this because of the slides that Jake does with this one. You once saw him use a beer bottle during this song. You’re pretty sure that altered your brain chemistry.

“Hey, it's a good jam song. Write it down.” Danny adds.

“Edge of Darkness it is.” Josh says writing it down. “Hey Margo, did anyone ever tell you what Edge of Darkness us about?”

Everyone groans simultaneously.

Margo makes a confused face. “No, what is it about?”

Josh can’t wipe the smirk off of his face. “It’s about an edge of darkness.”

Margo laughs at that- and truthfully you do too. You hadn’t heard that one in a while.

“Never change Josh.” You say through a smile.

“Oh I already have. We’re divas now, remember?” Josh says, giving you a wink.

**

You had pulled up to the venue shortly after. It was a smaller venue but a lot bigger than you had originally thought. You have seen them play countless dive bars or small auditoriums. But this was larger.

“This way!” The production director says, taking you all back through a series of doors.

You all follow in line as you’re given a mini tour throughout the place. You and Margo decided to hang back in the dressing rooms while they went through stage set up and logistics.

“This is so nice!” Margo says flopping down on the couch.

You lightly giggle. “It is.”

Margo frowns at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just strange seeing them like this. It all feels a little surreal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond happy for them. They have wanted this since we were kids.”

Margo takes your hand and makes you plop down with her. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Jake is way more into you than the groupies. I mean did you see the way he was with you earlier?”

You scoff at her. “That is absolutely not what I mean and let the Jake thing rest. It’s not like that.”

“Mhm whatever you say Birdie. Can we start getting ready now?”

**

“This shit is not budging.” Margo says, setting her face with a ton of spray.

You two had just finished up getting ready. You both looked incredible. You had on a short dark red bodycon dress that mimicked a corset. You wore a pair of sheer black tights and black go-go boots. You had on a pair of red earrings in the shape of hearts that matched your dress. Your hair was curled in rather tight curls that you had brushed a few times. Your makeup was classic, accompanied by lashes and winged liner. Margo had on a long dark blue dress with a high slit. She wore black boots and liner that matched her dress. It was so her style.

“We look fucking hot.” She says, gawking at you both in the full length mirror.

“We do.” You respond with a smile.

Just then the door knob twitches and in walk the boys, already in full stage attire.

“You two are trying to upstage us at our own show huh?” Josh says.

Jake raises an eyebrow and looks directly at you. You just shoot him a small smile.

“Wow you look great. I mean both of you.” Sam says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You all do too. I love the outfits.” You say, gesturing towards their eccentric looks.

“Curtain is in about 30 minutes. Anyone care for a drink?” Danny asks, walking towards the small bar in the corner of the room.

“Please!” Margo says.

“I’ll help.” Jake says walking over with Danny.

You sit down on the couch and Sam finds his seat next to you.

“Are you excited?” Sam asks.

You give him a smile. “Very. Are you?”

“Very.” He responds back.

“Okay whiskey sours for everyone.” Danny announces as he and Jake make their way over to the couches with glasses in hand.

You all take a glass and clink them together.

“Oof this is strong.” You announce as the liquid burns your throat.

Sam gives you a look of amusement.

“Oh come on now. I made it. Take it like a good girl.” Jake says to you with a devilish smirk.

Margo chokes on her drink for a minute while you try not to allow your face to flush.

Danny gives him a weird look. “Okay so the show tonight-“

Then Danny rambles on about timing and much more that you sort of tuned out. While Danny was speaking Margo looked at you and widened her eyes slightly laughing at you. You raised your eyebrows at her, signaling to stop.

“5 minutes until curtain!” The stage hand says busting in through the door.

“Ah shit. Okay let’s do this.” Josh says, slamming down his drink.

The other four follow suit and they all get up to head towards the door.

“See ya out there Birdie.” Jake says, pushing his hair back. You could tell he was electrified by the energy of the impending performance.

“Break a leg.” You say.

Sam gives you a small bow then they’re all out of the door.

“Sooooooo.” Margo starts.

“Not a word.” You say cutting her off.

“Hey ladies. This way, the show’s about to begin.” One of the stagehands says ushering you out.

They take you to a small section in the front that’s barely separated from the rest of the crowd. Wow. It was packed. You saw thousands of people wearing their logo amped and ready to see them. You felt a sense of pride in your chest. Then the lights began to dim and the cheering started.

**

Jake was a guitar god. You had made up your mind on that one. Fuck he looked so hot. Sweating, fingers moving at lightning speed, and his whole body leaning and bouncing with the music. The faces he made caused you to squeeze your knees together just to feel something. There had been a few times where he would look in your direction and smirk or purse his lips. It felt like he was edging you without even touching you. The whole entire performance was electric. Josh hit notes so high you thought glass would break. Danny beat the drums into oblivion. Sam plucked at that base like it was the last thing he’d ever do. And Jake… yeah. You were amazed at how great they were. They had come a long way since the dive bar days. Margo had swayed along with you to the beats, but you felt enthralled after that performance. When the show had ended you and Margo were ushered back through the tunnels to the dressing room.

“Whoo! That one was incredible boys.” Jake said with a smile.

He had just cracked open a bottle of water and started guzzling. There was still sweat shining all over him. But, when you looked around the room you noticed they were all pretty much covered in sweat.

“You guys were amazing. Like seriously, I am blown away!” You say excitedly.

Sam comes over and wraps you in a hug. “Thanks Birdie.”

You cackle and attempt to peel him off of you. “Sweaty!”

He laughs and heads off to grab a bottle of water for himself.

Jake walks up and approaches you, wrapping his right arm around your neck. “You’re too sweet.” Then he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

You try your best to play it off. “Ew! Sweaty again!”

Margo gives you a smirk and you cut your eyes at her.

“Can we please change and go out? I’m awfully bored.” Josh says casually, kicking his feet up on the couch.

“Yes. But no repeats of the last time we went out. I am talking to you Jake and Sam.” Danny says.

Jake lets out a chuckle. “No promises.”

Sam huffs a laugh in response. “Birdie, you’re coming right?”

You lightly whisper to him so no one else can hear. “Only if you’re the one ordering drinks.”

He lets out a laugh. “Deal.”

**

“No Margo, you can’t be serious!” You shout into your phone.

“I’m sorry! But in a way it’s your fault for making me go out after the show. I tried to tough it out today at work and blew chunks before lunch in the bathroom.” Margo says in a sickly voice.

Fuck.

It had been a few days since the night out. All had gone well. Jake was flirty, Sam bought you drinks you had actually liked, and everyone got trashed. So trashed, that when you and Margo had gotten back to your apartment that night you were so convinced that you needed to go to another concert that you had both paid insane resale prices to attend a music festival for this weekend at the beach. It was unlike you to make such rash decisions but that was the alcohol talking. Due to the festival, there were zero hotel rooms available. So you two had rented a tiny one bedroom shack on the beach via AirBNB. You weren’t proud of how much you had paid for that either.

“But you still have like three days to get better!” You pleaded.

Margo sighed. “Listen babe I’m sorry. I really am. But there is no way I’m going to be able to sit in a car for nine hours then party on the beach for the weekend.”

“But it’s The Red Hot Chili Peppers!” You yelled.

“I know and I’m fucking depressed. You still go! Find someone to go with you. I don’t even want to be reimbursed for anything. I just want you to go and have a good time.”

You fake a cry. “It won’t be the same without you.”

Margo huffs a laugh. “I know it won’t. But I need to go. I feel like I’m about to shit myself again.”

“Again?” You ask.

“Fuck off. Love you. Bye.”

Then the phone disconnects. You groan and throw your phone onto the couch before throwing your body in a similar spot. You sat on the couch and sulked for hours. Then you swallowed your pride and texted a friend from college inviting her. You paced around anxiously awaiting a response. Then there was a knock on your door. You raced to the door hoping it was Margo and this was all some sick joke. But alas it was Sam and Danny. This had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. They would show up randomly, unannounced, with food and just hangout for hours.

You huff a little. “Hi.”

Danny makes a face at you. “Who pissed in your cheerios?”

You move out of the way of the door insinuating for them to come in. “No one I’m just-”

Then your phone buzzes. You frantically unlock your phone just to see a polite way of “I already have plans.”

“Fuck!” You groan.

“What is your deal?” Danny continues, shuffling past you and putting paper bags of food on your counter.

You sigh. “Kind of a crazy story. But basically after Sam pumped me full of tequila soda the other night I wasn’t thinking straight and Margo and I bought festival tickets.”

Sam snickers a laugh at that. “Okay, go on.”

“And the festival is this weekend at the beach and Margo is super sick and now I have to find someone to go with and I can’t think of any of my other friends I want to go with so now I’m thinking I’m not going to go and we dropped about a grand total on tickets and a place to stay and yeah.” You say, catching your breath after rapid firing off that information.

Danny looks at you with somewhat wide eyes. “Shit. Uh yeah that is a bummer. Can you get a refund?”

“Nope.” You say, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry sweet cousin. I would volunteer to go with you, but I have a golf session booked this weekend and I’ve had it on the books for a while.” Danny says, feeling bad for you.

You shake your head. “No, no. I wouldn’t expect you to drop your plans and go with me.”

“I’ll go.” Sam says, stepping closer and putting his hands in his pockets.

“Huh?” You say giving him a confused look.

“Yeah. I’ll go. Since you know it’s obviously my fault that you bought the tickets and all.” He says with a smirk.

“No Sam you don’t have to-“ you start.

“Nonsense. I’m not busy this weekend. But if you don’t want me to, that's okay.” He says with a chuckle.

“No! It’s not that at all. If you are down to go then let’s do it.” You say giving him a smile.

“Okay.” He says giving you the same smile. “Now who exactly are we seeing?”

You laugh. “Oh shit I didn’t even get to the best part. Red Hot Chili Peppers. We only bought Saturday tickets just to see them.”

Sam grins. “Oh hell yes. They’re so cool.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “You’ve met them?”

Sam tries to hide his bashfulness. “We did, just once though.”

“Well good it worked out. But I’m starving. Can we eat now?” Danny asks, rummaging through the bags.

You nod your head.

Thank god. Sam had come in incredibly clutch. You felt such a relief. But something had crept into your mind. There was only one bedroom. But that was a problem for another time. Right now you are taking your win. This weekend would be one for the books.

***

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[captain-lessship]

Roommates Pt.3

The entire campus was buzzing with talks about a school dance and you were working on your outfit. White was the color and you were usually your embroidery skills to spice up an old dress vest you had. The plan for your outfit was white pants, light grey shirt and the white pearly vest that you were embroidering gold into. As you sat outside and sewed the threads into the vest. You heard a voice. “Well if it isn’t Friday?”

Bianca. You turned to look at her, “Hi Bianca. And you know I have a name.”

“I know. Just playing, what are you doing?”

“I am just fixing up a vest. It looked boring as hell.”

She welcomed herself to sit down, moving your box of threads, “So you and Ajax?”

“Yea… crazy.”

“Oh my god-“ she paused, waiting for you.

“They were roommates.” You finished with no hesitation.

You both laughed. She pulled a tiny spindle of blue thread. “So… I might need your help.”

“With?”

“My dress. A few of the scales are loose and I was wondering if you could fix it? I could definitely pay you.”

You had gained a reputation for being the school tailor so you expected this, “Yeah and no, you don’t have to pay me. I have a lot of blue thread I need to get rid of. I am also fixing Yoko’s dress and repairing a button on several guy’s suit jackets.” You motioned at the pile of clothes beside you.

“Wow. How are you going to get yours done?”

“Well, I can sew the buttons on quickly, then I will do yours and Yoko’s dresses and then finish mine up. I still got two days.”

She nodded and handed you her dress and a small pack of the scales in case some were too damaged. “Hey…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you said smiling, “You’d do it for me.”

You continued finishing the patch of your best you were on when you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes. “Guess who?”

“Hmm. Enid.”

“Ding ding!” The girl said, moving her hands and walking to sit beside you. “Can I ask you something? And like my life depends on it.”

“Yea?”

“Does Wednesday like girls?”

“She hasn’t said she doesn’t.”

Enid smiled, “Alright, one more question: would you like, gut me if I asked her to the Rave’N?”

You thought for a moment, “No. no I wouldn’t.”

She hugged you, making you slightly jump, “You are the best! Thank you!” She then looked down, “I also have a favor to ask…”

“Which is?”

“Can you fix this sleeve?”

You were brushing your hair, getting all the sand you could out of it. You were laser focused as you put in your gold hair clip that would keep part of your bangs out of your face. You looked at it from every angle , you decided it was good.

You then got the small eyeshadow palette Enid had let you borrow as thanks for fixing her coat. You openly it and looked at the gold and silver color. You grabbed one of your brushes and started to put the silver on the upper eyelid, then blending it with the gold that was along your eyelash line. You decided to add a little black eyeliner to sharpen the corners of your eyes. 

You took a steps back from the mirror and for once, you felt handsome. You smiled as you slipped off your robe and grabbed your button up shirt and began buttoning like your life depended on it, you tucked it into your pants and grabbed your vest. You were finally ready. 

Ajax was waiting by the entrance for you. He’d gotten ready in Xavier’s room. He was getting a little anxious but then he saw you.

You were walking quickly to him, “I am so sorry I am late. I couldn’t find my earring.”

“It’s,” he looked you up and down, “Fine.”

You breathed and straightened your up, you put your arm around Ajax’s shoulders and walked in with him. 

“I love the outfits!” Mrs. Thornhill said, smiling. You liked her and her smile radiated.

“Thank you, did you get new boots?”

“Oh! Yes! Thanks for noticing. Have a dance for me you two!” 

You were mildly amazing when you walked in and saw the decorations. Climate Crisis was the theme. Everything was icy and crystalline, sparkling in the lights. You looked at Ajax, “Do you wanna walk around and grab drinks? Then we can dance?”

Ajax nodded, he was talking louder than really needed which made you laugh. Ajax and you made your lap, laughing and joking with friends as you walked, bopping to the music.

“Enid?” Ajax asked, looking at a guy and someone on the floor in front of him. Sure enough, the girl peered past the guys legs.

You were confused on where Wednesday was but you didn’t want to embarrass or intrude on Enid’s night so you and Ajax walked to the dance floor. 

It was a very loud pop song but you and him just bopped along, sliding past each other. It was awkward but it was fun. Ajax reached for your hands and you both pulled each other’s arms, making a see-saw motion. He then spun you out and pulled you back, making you laugh was you collided with his chest a little harder than he expected. He steadied himself as you turned to make sure you didn’t break your date.

“My bad, I never was a a dancer.” He said, getting back into the groove.

You just smiled, “It’s fine! I should’ve slowed myself. “

You began to sway more as you got into the groove but the song ended. You huffed, “Hey, I’m going to get some drinks, want one?”

“Yea! I think imma see how Xavier and Bianca are doing.” He said, turning.

You walked to the punch bowl and poured up a drink for Ajax first and then yours. A voice made you jump, almost spilling your drink.

“Mr. Addams, enjoying the dance?”

It was Principal Weems, you looked up at her, “Yeah! I think it’s going well. Who all decorated?”

“Several members of the student body and Ms. Thornhill. I have a question, is Wednesday planning on attending?”

“I-To be honest, I haven’t really talked to her in the past two days. I got distracted.”

Just as you finished your sentence, Principal Weems looked up. “Ah, there she is.” You turned around to she her, dressed in black and followed by the Normie from the Weathervane that ruined Xavier’s mural. You got an off vibe from him. 

You picked up your glasses and walked to Ajax. “There’s something up with him.”

“Wednesday’s date?”

“Yea… there’s just something off. Ya know?”

Ajax looked at him, “I mean, it’s what I am not getting from him that’s off putting.” He took a sip from his glass.

You raised your eyebrow, “Which is?”

“He doesn’t have the normal normie vibe.”

“Yea… I guess that’s it.” You sipped from your drink, “So, after we finish this, wanna dance again?”

“Yeah. But like, I’m a really bad dancer.”

You looked at him, “No, you’re not.” 

“Sure.”

You scoffed playfully, “I plowed into you and no body knows how to dance to those pop songs. It’s just hopping and yelling til it’s over.” You downed the last of your drink, “I can teach you how to slow dance if they play one of those.”

“It’s a school dance. Of course they’re going to.”

You laughed a little, “Yeah” you yawned after. Ajax looked at you.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

There was a consequence to your power: you never truly knew when you were tired and could stay up for days and then you’d crash. Yawns were a telltale sign of a crash. 

“No, no. I’m good. Maybe if I move around or something.” You turned to the dance floor.

Ajax grabbed your hand, “Then let’s move.”

You softly smiled, you followed him and when you got to the dance floor, a slower song began to play. Perfect.

You showed him where to hold you and you set the movement slow so he could get used to it. It was so peaceful.

“Ajax?”

“Yea?”

“I’m sorry I’m getting tired.” You yawned again.

“It’s fine, babe. Remember the time I stoned you?”

“Which one?”

“Exactly.”

You smiled as your rested your head in his shoulder, slowing your breath, closing your eyes.

Ajax knew you were out. He sighed happily. It was easy to dance with a sleeping person but he knew he’d better get you to a seat. He looped his arm under yours and walked to the table where Xavier sat.

“Hey dude.”

“Hey you… two? Is he asleep?”

“Out like a light, man. Do you mind if I sit him in the chair? He just needs a few minutes.”

“Yeah. It’s just me here… how do you’d do it?”

“Do what?”

“Have a seemingly loving relationship? Doesn’t you two being two different species mess with things? Like I don’t wanna overstep but… I dated Bianca and I was always worried about her powers.”

Ajax looked at his friend, “Well, yea we love each other and well, that kinda just makes it worth it” he looked at you, your upper body slumped over on the table, “While we’re both outcasts and we can relate on that, we are both very different and there are a few struggles. Like I have stoned him and he’s put me to sleep but neither of us would do it to be rude. That’s what you were worried about? It being used to prevent you from feeling fully?”

“Yeah… Deep down I know she loves me and I love her but it’s the thoughts that get in my way. Don’t you ever think that he wants to put you to sleep?”

“No, I don’t think he does. And I trust him not to. I think you just need to trust her. She really does care about you. She wouldn’t put up with this shit if she didn’t.”

Xavier looked at him, “He’s a bad influence on you. You’re becoming too honest.”

“It is what it is, dude.” He said, shrugging, “Now go find her and tell her. I gotta take care of sleeping beauty.” 

The DJ made the final dance announcement, Ajax looked at you: no sign of waking so he decided to stay seated beside you. He watched them dance for a few minutes then he saw red drip on the table. He stared at it, then up and at that moment the sprinklers turned on, spraying something red all over the place. He shook you awake.

You jerked up and saw him covered in red and screamed. “Ajax! Blood? What happened?”

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[dairy-farmer]

Timmy being like a sex toy married/ unmarried couples use to spice up their sex life.

Lois and Clark use Tim as a little cocksleeve, even as Clark's huge dick leaves a little bump in his flat little tummy, Tim stays still and pliant like a good little play thing. Barely flinches even as Lois strokes Clark's dick through Tim and spreads his ass even wider to take more of Clark. They like him when he's more like a silent little doll, both too into control, they both need a pretty little thing who listens to their every word obediently without question.

Bruce and Selina both babying Tim in bed, layering lipstick stained kisses on hickeys, Selina's the one who pumps Tim with a big dick, a fake one as Tim swallows Bruce's very big real one. Bruce likes oral the most, likes cumming down wet warm throats and feeling a tongue swipe at the tip he leaves in the mouth but selina likes grabbing on to hips and tugging them back and forth, pumping them full, making sure her dick is right at their sweetspot just resting before she pulls back and pushes back in again.

Babs gets Tim to ride Dick like a professional, hips going back and forth, round and round, up, down, up, down. Dick just lays down and takes it, not even making a peep, he likes to make his bottoms work for his noise and Babs likes making him noisy. Obviously, with her paralyzed, she can't quite make herself give Dick the fuck of a lifetime, but how about a sweet little timmy with a tight little cunt who can follow orders perfectly even if its his first time? He can play any role, a blushing virgin, hesitant with his every rock, an experienced slut who gropes his own tits and tugs at pink nipples until they turn red. He can play a selfish little prick who'd use Dick like he was the sextoy, and usually babs only does that whenever she got pissed at him. Tim was a sweetheart who did her so many favors, and really, as Tim leans down to pick up her fallen pen she can't quite stop herself from groping the small boy and dragging him to her lap to be her plaything.

Jason and Roy never really fuck unless Tim was involved. They tug at his legs, fuck both of Tim's holes raw until it was as red as Tim's swollen eyes. They cover his body in black bruises. Hickeys, hand prints, pinches, anything. Tim bruises too easily, it's always so easy to know if Tim's been fucked that week. They like keeping Tim's oversized shirt on, sometimes they make him wear skirts. Roy's particular favorite outfit are mismatched thigh highs and jason's oversized shirt on Tim, and Jason's favorite outfit is Tim in a cute frilly pink apron and nothing else underneath. Maybe a big bow for his head too, a neat little present for him.

Cassie and Kon felt a little awkward with it at first, having Tim be used as a fucktoy but then they make Tim cum without even touching his clit, listen to breathy moans get louder, firmer, whinier, feel the way their human shudders as Cassie holds him still to take all of Kon's length, not even flinching every time Kon bottoms out. Tim's tongue is magical with a cunt, no wonder he's popular with the girls. They orchestrate a few more fights sometimes, just to get Tim to offer up his body again.

Only Damian and Jon really have a problem with it. They want Tim to be their third, to whisk him away to a place no other hero will find them and nurture and love him their, listen to Tim's wants and needs and treat him like a perfect fragile glass doll.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!

tim being brought in to spice up their sex lives!!!!! he's like a baby when a couple gets pregnant to try and save the marriage.

things in the relationship is strained, tensions are rising, being a hero takes away so much time, the couples are fighting with each other but when tim is there??

they bond over how much they love fucking him together, how much they love using him as a proxy and tim....

tim is so sweet and so obedient and he takes cocks battering into his cunt so well. he's just a wonderful little treasure. such a pretty little body that lets out wonderful sounds.

i love the idea that tim is like a really loved toy that they keep in the box for when things are going off the rails. and tim? tim loves getting fucked so deeply and stroked and kissed. sometimes they buy him breakfast the morning after and, clark especially, will sheepishly apologize to him if they were too rough or too harsh with him.

damian and jon though?

they can't and don't want to think of tim as a thing. as something they just...use when they're at their most vulnerable and intimate and then toss away. they don't want tim to be their thing they want him to be an active participant. they want to hear what he wants to do, how he wants to be fucked. he's so pretty and soft and he comes them sometimes still pulsing with raw bruises because todd and his companion are brutes who love to exploit tim's perfect body.

sometimes jon and damian don't cum at all when they spend time with tim. though it's rare on nights when clothes do come off. when they invite tim to spend the night it's usually spent cooking and eating dinner together, watching movies and sleepily cuddling together.

when they do have sex they're always tender and careful. murmuring loving words to tim as they stroke his limbs until he's shivering. one of them gently eats tim's cunt, licking into his pretty little pussy until he's squirming. while the other kisses tim, running their tongue along his fat bottom lip until they're swallowing all of tim's whines and moans.

"tell us beloved," damian whispers to his as he rubs tim's soaking red clit. "tell us how you want us to touch you-"

damian and jon beg tim to be only theirs, to let them love him. they're very convinving too.

jon sobs as he cums inside tim, saying how much he loves tim, how much he loves that he lets them make love to him.

that's the term they always use 'make love'. they don't want to fuck tim, that's what they tell him, they want to make love to him.

by the time dick and barbara or bruce and selina are going through another rough part in their marriage, they call tim up again, thinking they just need a nice hard fuck to get back to themselves.

only to be answered by damian and jon who grunt at them and say that tim is busy and if they could kindly not solicit their lover that would be swell.

they hang up and jason, roy, lois, and clark are stuck just standing their staring at their phones.

they're sad of course. their favorite toy's time is being occupied and they try different methods to 'entice' him back to their side. or they ask tim for just one more night, just one last good fuck and he'll go home. or they ask damian and jon if they can just have tim for the night, they really miss him...

only they get chased off by both of them.

damian and jon going back inside and snuggling against tim who purrs as they play with his hair and kiss his cheek before settling back in and watching an old movie.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright: I. Christmas for You & Me

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung;

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, SLOW BURN

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! Talking about Sex!

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Yoongi wants to reunite the famous writing group Kim & Kim to celebrate the 1 millionth copy of their Christmas book and album being sold. The only problem? They haven’t spoken since they broke up 5 years ago.

Notes: Merry & Bright this year is taking the form of one cohesive story involving all of Bangtan! Hope you enjoy this change!

I. It’s the Most Wonderful Time for a Plan  

         The fresh scent of gingerbread wafted through Yoongi’s nostrils as he opened the door to Sugar & Spice, the bakery on the corner of his block. He hated gingerbread, but that didn’t much matter to the store’s proprietor, who sold more gingerbread than any other bakery in the vicinity. Yoongi grumbled as he made his way around the counter, bypassing the line of guests in for their morning coffee (a seasonal blend of course) and morning baked good. The cabinets, absolutely brimming with gingerbread cinnamon rolls, red berry scones and hot chocolate croissants, were all the ideas of baker Jimin Park.

           Serendipity Sweets, opened for nearly five years, was Jimin’s crowning achievement, besides his marriage. He loved the corner shop, the stunning Victorian window trim and warm morning sunlight. It was a beautiful shop, one he held deeply in his heart as his truest dream. When he had told Yoongi about his dream, sometime on their third date, he had been struck by the beautiful way Yoongi held space for it. What he hadn’t expected was Yoongi’s connections and advantageous interactions to lead to him standing in the kitchen, placing gold flakes onto another batch of gingerbread cinnamon rolls.

           “Hey!” A customer called, pulling Jimin out of his reverie. He stepped into the shop as Yoongi grabbed a holiday cup and began filling it with the black brew.

           “He can’t cut the line!” Another called as Yoongi used the tongs to grab an apple cider muffin from the cabinet. Clearly none of these people had been in when Yoongi was, or seen him move deftly through the store taking whatever he wanted. They’d missed watching his hair grow long as the seasons changed, his delicately pale legs becoming hidden under pants instead of bare in shorts, how he stopped drinking iced coffee right when the leaves began changing.

           “It’s fine,” Jimin said as he fully came out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron. “Do you have to do this every morning?”

           “Good morning to you too,” Yoongi said, and he dipped his head ever so slightly, bringing his lips to Jimin’s.

           “Good morning,” Jimin said smiling. “I like this outfit.”

           Yoongi glanced down to his plaid button down with a loose cardigan draped over his shoulders and dark corduroy pants. He shrugged, unimpressed by his own choice for clothing, but pleased Jimin thought it was worth a compliment. He felt the blush creep into the apples of his cheeks at the little attention, so delicate and inconsequential from the usual love his husband heaped on him, but burned deeply in his heart.

           “Thanks honey,” Yoongi said and kissed Jimin once more, this time lingering to rub it into the patron’s faces. His lips parted slightly, and he felt Jimin lean into it for a brief moment, tongue darting to swipe Yoongi’s lip before he pulled away.

           Jimin’s hands pushed into Yoongi’s chest, and he said in a low almost moan, “Yoongs.”

           “Sorry,” he muttered, but they both knew he wasn’t sorry at all. He adjusted the beanie covering his swooping and long midnight locks.

           “What does your day look like?” Jimin asked as he moved away from the customers.

           “I have a meeting that I –

           “Yoongi, no,” Jimin said, knowing the look in his husband’s eye.

           “I did.”

           “Yoongi!” Jimin said hitting his chest. “

          “What?” Yoongi asked, sipping his black coffee.

          “You know what,” Jimin said.

          “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

          “You are playing with fire, and I for one do not want to clean up the ashes,” Jimin said passively as he continued restocking the gummy Christmas trees and assorted sour gummy stockings.

           Yoongi scoffed. “I am not.”

           “Yes, you are.”

           “I won’t get burned. It’s just an idea.”

           “That they don’t know about,” Jimin said.

           “Correct.”

           “When this blows up in your face, expect an I-told-you-so,” Jimin said as he shuffled some of the store’s goods around on the shelves.

          Jimin was never done tinkering with his Christmas decorations and treats, constantly rearranging and moving them until January began. It wasn’t that he was unsatisfied, it was more so that he knew he could do better and constantly wanted to prove himself. He stared at the assortment of mugs from local vendors and shuffled a few of them to the front, brushing some fake snow onto the floor. He stepped back, staring at the shelves and the Christmas trees and lights he’d strewn around. Not nearly as good as last year’s decorations, which was themed Merry & Bright, and included a special holiday sugar and spice sugar cookie shaped like a Christmas light. This year, his theme Merry Berry, had been somewhat successful. The berry themed treats, and drinks, were doing well for business. But the décor left a lot to be desired, at least for Jimin. His bakery was known in town for it’s holiday decorations and themes, always pulling the stops out at Halloween and Valentine’s Day… but this year Jimin couldn’t quite crack it, and Hoseok was similarly creatively blocked.

           “It won’t,” Yoongi assured him, eyes raking over Jimin’s figure as he watched him shelve products. He looked good, deliciously so, like he did every day. His black hair, growing long like Yoongi’s, was tied up in a little ponytail, if you could even call the two inches of hair that. And he had a bit of flour on his apron, and a dash of sprinkles stuck to his cheek. He looked like a goddamn Christmas Elf, and Yoongi loved it.

           “It will,” Jimin said, his tone all-knowing and accusatory.

           “We’ve been friends with both of them for over a decade, I think they’ll be okay.”

           “They don’t even come to our holiday party!” Jimin argued.

           “Psh, a lot of people don’t.”

           “Yoongi,” Jimin warned.

           “Jimin.” He countered.

           “I hope I’m wrong,”

           “Like Nancy’s brother?” Yoongi asked, referencing the famous wedding scene of Love Is Blind season 3.

           “Yes.”

           “Well, we’ll never know if I don’t leave this shop and get to work,” Yoongi said. He moved back to the counter to put a lid on his coffee and pick his pastry up. “I will text you.”

           “Yes, you will,” Jimin said. He leaned in and kissed Yoongi once more, holding Yoongi against him with the tether their lips held onto. “Be good please.”

           “I’m always good, honey,” Yoongi winked before turning on his heels and exiting Sugar & Spice.

           “Yoongi!” A voice came from behind him, and he turned quickly to find Hoseok.

           “Hobi – aren’t you late?”

           “No, I had to go meet a vendor and Jimin said Sasha would help open,” Hoseok said as he approached his friend. “You got your morning treats?”

           Yoongi laughed. “You know I did.”

           “Good, you guys still coming to dinner tomorrow?” Hoseok asked as he put his hand on the doors handle, opening it to let a few customers out.

           “Yeah, 7PM?” Yoongi asked.

           “Yeah, we’ll see you then,” Hoseok smiled and headed inside.

           Yoongi began the trek to his office, down three blocks from his husband’s store. It was a brisk morning; his breath coming out in fits and starts of steam as he exhaled. He wished he’d taken the scarf Jimin had left out for him, but he’d forgotten when he remembered the rush of holiday customers and the glare Jimin would give him for disrupting the flow of business with his morning ritual. He loved Jimin’s baking, in fact it had been the first thing Yoongi loved about him. Besides his smile and adorable laugh. It was the snickerdoodle cookies Jimin had brought to a study session in college, followed by the cherry blossoms at Christmas, and soon Yoongi was head over heels for the man. It had happened in a blink, studying together blossoming into love. He'd encouraged Jimin to go to pastry school instead of finishing university, and he did without regrets. Hoseok, Jimin’s childhood best friend, was happy to put up the capital and become a business partner. Together Sugar & Spice was thriving, and Jimin happier than ever.

           Yoongi, though loving the pastries his husband baked, was not a chef or baker. He in fact worked at a literary agency, publishing children’s books. It always felt a bit… disjointed, the most curmudgeonly man absolutely adored illustrated books with rhyme schemes and talking animals. It came from his childhood, the love of books that filled his days and helped him find out who he was.  

           Which was why today was so important. A nearly a decade ago, when Yoongi was first starting as an agent, he had repped a duo of authors and musicians named Kim & Kim. They were two men, both last named Kim, who wrote a singular smash of a Christmas children’s book. Their story, Christmas for You & Me, had featured an album of original, children’s Christmas songs. With their album and book, they became beloved amongst families and children, doing book tours and signings across the country and even globally as their book and album were translated. They were beloved and skyrocketed to Barney in the 90s levels of success, only to watch it all come crashing down when they broke up. Yoongi made his early career on them, reaping the benefits of their brilliant stories and worlds they wove. Kim & Kim were sensational, not since Rafi had kids’ music transcended genre and seasons to be a hit. Yoongi loved working with them, and thus was shocked when he received an email stating their breakup. He wasn’t totally blindsided; they had a tense relationship, but they had just signed another contract for two more albums and four more books when they both walked away.

           Today, Yoongi was bringing them both in, Kim & Kim, to discuss getting back together to write a book celebrating the one millionth copy of Christmas for You & Me being sold. Of course, in his business mind, not telling them they were each coming in was the right decision, but in his friend heart, he felt a little guilty. Sitting in his corner office, with views of the city and a view of the park, he prepared himself for the arrival of Kim & Kim.

           “Yoongi, your 8AM is here,” his assistant, Poppy, said from the door.

           “Great, send him in,” Yoongi said with a gentle smile. He adjusted his cardigan and stood, waiting patiently for the Kim to walk in. He glanced down at the wedding photo of him and Jimin, black and white, Jimin in a white tux, he in black. Their wedding day was perfect, with pastries and cakes baked by Jimin’s delicate hands. The photo, his favorite, was of the two of them, Jimin’s arms around him as he laughed and Jimin smiled. Yoongi never got tired of looking at it.

           “Mr. Min,” Namjoon Kim said as he walked into Yoongi’s office. His shoulders were broad and bulky, muscles on muscles supporting his stature. His smile, genuine and warm, crinkled his eyes and displayed his dimples.

           “Namjoon,” Yoongi said, returning the warm grin with his own smile. He exhaled a shaky breath and went to hug his friend. “Good to see you again.”

           “You too,” Namjoon said. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting your email.”

           “No?”

          “When was the last time you emailed me from your work email?”

          “You didn’t think I got rid of it, did you? Oh, pity the thought, your former book agent can’t contact you out of the blue without suspicion? Didn’t you realize I’d desperately need you again?”

           “Ha – you’re never desperate Yoongi. Scrappy and resourceful, yes. But desperate? Pleading?”

           “Only in the bedroom,” Yoongi laughed. Namjoon did too, tilting his head and raising his brow.

           “How is that husband of yours?” Namjoon asked.

           “What, you don’t follow his Instagram” Yoongi laughed.

           “Just because I didn’t come to the wedding doesn’t mean I forgot you existed. I sent you a set of champagne flutes.”

           “Oh, Jimin pulls them out all the time. He’s obsessed with the colored glass. Has even tried to track down a few more because he thinks he’ll break one.”

           “I can send them to you, don’t worry,” Namjoon pulled out his phone to make a note. “Married life is good?”

           “Married life is incredible.”

           “I pop into Sugar & Spice every so often, Jimin’s usually gone.” Namjoon told him.

           “He does mornings and Hoseok does afternoons.”

           “Ah, I forgot about Hoseok. How’s he doing?”

           “Good, the bakery is really thriving so he’s enjoying a nice return on his investment.”

           “Has he learned to bake yet?”

           “He’s got a few tricks up his sleeves, a few baked goods he’s really mastered as he and Jimin have played around with recipes. It’s been fun to watch his growth.”

           “How often do they put out new things? Seasonally?”

           “Yes, seasonally. Or after every season of Great British Bake Off, where Hoseok takes on making at least one of the recipes.”

           “That seems like a daunting task.”

           “Oh it is, he cries every year,” Yoongi laughed. “But what about you, you haven’t come around much lately. Someone keeping you occupied?”

           “No, no one special. I’ve been busy working on a few books and you know I’ve been teaching.”

           “Yes, your vague and often second hand Christmas card is wonderfully detailed.”

           “I try,”

           “Do you?” Yoongi asked.

           “I could try harder,” Namjoon agreed.

           “Yoongi?” Poppy’s voice said from the door, and Yoongi glanced up the moment Namjoon turned. At that moment, Seokjin Kim stepped into view.

           “Fucking hell,” Namjoon muttered.

           “Oh shit,” Seokjin said. “What the fuck?”

           “Yeah, come in, Poppy would you get the door? Thank you,” Yoongi said and he moved quickly from behind his desk to shuffle Seokjin in. “Please take a seat.”

           “I will not,” Seokjin said, stepping out of Yoongi’s grasp. “What the fuck is going on?”

           Namjoon was stunned. He hadn’t seen Jin in five years, not since he walked away from him, from the career, from Kim & Kim & Kim, and the dreams they created together. He hadn’t thought – no that was wrong. He thought about Seokjin Kim every single day. But he never thought he’d be standing in a room with him, not after they both skipped Yoongi’s wedding, or missed Taehyung’s birthdays all because they were terrified of running into each other. No, Namjoon thought about Jin and the curve of his pout and the perfect notes he would sing without even a thought, and the jokes he’d make all the damn time. How had Seokjin become more beautiful in the five years since they last saw each other, and how was it possible that Namjoon, near 30, felt the same way towards this man as he had when he was in his early twenties?

           “Namjoon-ah!” Seokjin snapped, using the Korean honorific to pull him out of his reverie.

           “What hyung?” Namjoon asked, staring at Jin.

           “Why aren’t you mad?”

           “I’m shocked,” Namjoon stuttered. He glanced between Jin and Yoongi, then back. “I didn’t expect today to be the day I have to fucking deal with you.”

           “I have to deal with you! You should be so lucky as to deal with me.” Jin said.

           “There’s that ego, never fucking goes away, does it?” Namjoon argued.

           “What ego? It’s a fact, Yoongi isn’t it true that it’s an honor to be in my presence? That he should be lucky I so much as speak to him?”

           “I don’t –

           “Don’t drag Yoongi into your conceited arrogance,”

           “Don’t those words mean the same thing?” Jin leered.

           “Fuck off,” Namjoon said. He wanted to stand up and walk out, to argue harder and louder and feel the energy radiating off of Jin and use it against him. But then he looked in Seokjin’s eyes, and he couldn’t.

           “Can we talk, for a moment?” Yoongi asked both of them, interrupting the squabble.  

           They turned and stared at him, then silently agreed by clamping their mouths shut and facing him behind the desk.

           “I know you both are fully aware that you’ve recently sold one million copies of Christmas for You & Me,” Yoongi began.

           “The Times reported as much,” Namjoon mumbled.

           “The checks have been clearing, yes,” Seokjin quipped.

           Namjoon rolled his eyes in response.

           “I wanted to bring you here to discuss writing a sequel and –

           “Oh, for fucks sake,” Seokjin exclaimed.

           “Fucking hell, Yoongi,” Namjoon snapped.

           “And perhaps recording a new album.” He let the weight of what he was proposing sink in. They stared at him, both struck silent by his words.

           “You’ve got to be joking,” Namjoon said.

           “We paid out our contracts,” Seokjin argued, a point Yoongi had noted one of them would make. Jimin had ventured it would be Seokjin, and it was only minimally annoying that he was right.

           “I know, but one million copies sold, that’s usually reserved for shit like Taylor Jenkins Reid and white women over 35,” Yoongi told them.

           “So?” Seokjin asked, unsure the reason for the celebration.

           “So, it’s the perfect time. No one would expect it and you could fucking break the mold again. Two Korean authors, with a Korean illustrator, coming together to write Christmas songs? Who else is doing that?”

           “Still no one?” Seokjin was shocked, surely someone had tried to imitate them.

           “No one as successful as you two, with name recognition.” Yoongi told them. “Please, consider it.”

           “Was this Jimin’s idea?” Seokjin asked.

           “You know it wasn’t,” Yoongi answered.

           “He’s betting this blows up in your face, isn’t he?” Namjoon guessed.

           “You know my husband so well,” Yoongi smiled.

           “I do,” Namjoon said. “Look, I’m not opposed to it, but I’m only doing it if Seokjin agrees.”

           “No, I do not agree,” Jin said. “I’m not doing anything with him.”

           “Jin, just think about it,” Yoongi pleaded.

           “What could work with him do for me? We stopped working together for a reason, unless something’s changed in the last five years, why the hell would I work with him again?”

           “Seokjin,” Namjoon said, voice hinting at desperate.

           “What? Tell me I’m crazy for thinking this is an insane idea. Tell me.”

           “You’re not wrong,” Namjoon pacified.

           “Right, so let’s not and say we did,” Seokjin stood up, slipped his thick winter coat over his expansive shoulders, and sulked out the door.

           Seokjin took large strides towards the parking garage, and once in his car let out the scream that’d been building in his chest.

           “Fuck! Fucking shit! Holy fucking shit!” He screamed, vibrating the windows of his sedan with his exclamations. He hit the steering wheel a few times for good measure and felt the all too familiar creep of a panic attack ghosting up his spine. How fucking dare Yoongi bring Namjoon to whatever impromptu meeting this was. How dare he – how dare he put them into a room when they hadn’t spoken or seen each other in half a decade. How dare he ever think they’d work together again. Wasn’t Jin doing enough? He was still Yoongi’s client, writing children’s books and middle grade reader novels that were quite successful. He had built a reputation and a name for himself outside of Kim & Kim, and yet here he was, screaming in his car yet again over Namjoon Kim.

           How had he gotten even more fit and beautiful and probably smarter, since Seokjin had last trolled his very public Instagram page? How had he seemingly blossomed in the years since they last spoke while he felt like he was withering away?

           “I can’t do this,” Seokjin said to himself, shaking his shaggy black hair. “I can’t do this.”

           A knock sounded on his car window and he jumped, surprised to see Yoongi.

           “You done?” Yoongi asked, eyebrows raised.

           “Depends, how much of that did you see?”

           “All of it.”

           “Then yes, sure, I’m done publicly humiliating myself.”

           “Can I?” Yoongi gestured to the passenger seat.

           “Yeah,” Seokjin agreed.

           Yoongi moved around the car and sat in the open seat. “You wanna talk about it, or yell at me?”

           “Yoongi I can’t believe you’d put me in a situation like that,” Seokjin said, voice leveled out and clear.

           Yoongi took a deep breath. “Like what?”

           “Dealing with Namjoon after he, after we,” Seokjin shook his head and Yoongi placed his hand on top of Jin’s.

           “Jin, he knows.”

           As if Yoongi had tied concrete blocks to his feet, Seokjin sunk when realization hit.

           “How?”

           “I don’t know, but he knows.”

           Seokjin Kim wasn’t closeted… but he also wasn’t loud and proud and out in the way Yoongi and Jimin were. He never gave much of a reason to why, though Yoongi always suspected it was the mere idea of having attention thrown on him, coupled with misguided perceptions and the idea someone could judge him without knowing him… all of it together was too much for Seokjin, and though he hadn’t said as much to Yoongi, it was in the quiet way he lived his life. Jin wasn’t much of a dater, supposedly he had one heartbreak that ruined any relationship for him. He was, characteristically, mum on the details, and Yoongi, in their working relationship and in their friendship, never pushed.

           “I don’t know why I’m so gutted by that,” Seokjin muttered, the air filtering back into his lungs.

           “I don’t know either,” Yoongi said. “But he knows, and you know… so maybe that awkward sexual tension between you two can –

           “Yoongi Min, how fucking dare you. Get out of the car.”

           “Seokjin,”

           “First you put him in front of me, then you suggest sexual tension? Is it because we’re gay?”

           “I’m gay!”

           “You’re a twat,” Jin countered.

           “Maybe I am, but you two have been so quiet and so stealth about why you broke up. All I know is that I saw the flicker of hope in his eyes when you walked in, and I watched as he very thoroughly and obviously checked you out. There’s something going on between you two, just like there was five years ago.”

           “There has not, nor has there ever been, sexual tension between Namjoon Kim and I.”

           “I don’t believe that, not after –

           “He allegedly checked me out?”

           “And, you did the same.”

           “I did no such thing!” Jin yelled.

           “Oh please, I’m married to Jimin. I know what it looks like when someone is being checked out,” Yoongi said.

           “Does it bother you?”

           “That everyone knows my husband is hot?”

           Seokjin turned it over in his brain for a second. “Yeah, that the entire world ogles him constantly.”

           “No, because he wouldn’t indulge any of their fantasies,” Yoongi answered honestly.  

           “But –

           “Oh, he indulges mine without a second thought.”

           “Nasty boys,” Jin teased.

           “The nastiest. But that’s beside the point: you are the one in a standoff.”

           “Why is my work, my solo work, not enough?” Jin wanted to know.

           “Tell me, when you jerk yourself off, is it better than sex with another person?”

           Seokjin’s jaw dropped as he stared at Yoongi. “You’re filthy.”

           “I’m proving a point.”

           Jin ignored the blush creeping across his cheeks. “You’re right.”

           “There’s magic in the lyrics that you sing, in the melodies Namjoon creates. There’s something undeniable about the two of you together, Jin. Please, consider it.”

           He glanced around the parking garage, watching as a few cars left their spots, and sighed loudly.

           “I’ll think about it, but no promises.”

           Namjoon twirled the quarter filled tumbler on the smooth oak of his desktop, eyes moving from the liquid to the document on his computer screen. It was old ideas, ones that needed to be worked or teased out, but it existed, a running list of all the ideas he’d harbored for his and Jin’s next project. It was getting long and had led to several sub documents and eventually an entire external hard drive… because even if they hadn’t spoken in five years, he still hoped.

           A knock sounded on his door, and he moved swiftly to open it.

           “Hey,” Namjoon said, stepping aside and letting the guest in.

           “Hey, sorry about today,” Yoongi apologized. He slipped his coat off and hung it on the hooks Namjoon had clumsily installed. They were brass and slightly crooked.

           “Yeah, it was ballsy of you and kind of shitty,” Namjoon said guiding Yoongi through the entryway and to the living room. Yoongi sat on the emerald couch and stared at his friend. “I take it I’m handling it better than Jin is?”

           “You know him,” Yoongi shrugged.

           Namjoon hummed in agreement. He did know Jin, had known him since college. His reaction today was… calmer than Namjoon had thought it would be.

           “He screamed in his car, didn’t he?” Namjoon asked.

           “Yep, but he’ll come around.”

           “Will he?” Namjoon asked.

           “I don’t know, I hope so.”

           “What do you want me to do in the meantime?”

           “I have an idea, but I don’t know that you’re going to like it,” Yoongi began.

           “Oh?”

           “We need Jin to fall in love with you.”

           Kim & Kim should’ve been called Kim, Kim & Kim, because of the third, and silent, member of their project. Taehyung Kim, illustrator and musician, found himself staring at the back of Jimin Park’s head as he washed green beans the following Sunday evening.

           “Do you want help?” Taehyung asked.

           “No, you’re terrible in the kitchen, and you always cut yourself which makes no sense to me.”

           “Fine – I’ll just drink wine,” Taehyung tipped his glass back and swallowed the Chardonnay.

           “You think the plan is going to work?”

           “No,” Taehyung said. “But I told Yoongi that when he asked.”

           “Why are you willing to work with them, again, after they left you high and dry?” Jimin wondered aloud.

           “I still got to live my contract out and illustrate books, which as we know is my livelihood and passion.” Taehyung answered.

           “Still, they treated you like shit.”

           “They were both closeted, going through so much… it’s not my fault they didn’t know how to talk to each other,” Taehyung said as he grabbed a cut green bean from the bowl.

           Seokjin and Namjoon broke up the trio with little to no input from Taehyung, which created a massive strain on their relationship that had barely been fixed. While Taehyung knew this plan was worth something to Namjoon, to him it was more work, and he loved work. He loved working with different authors and turning their imaginings into real art that was more than they could begin to dream. The breakup had worked for him, he was a huge success in his style, but it didn’t totally make up from the hurt Namjoon and Seokjin inflicted. But, if he was fair, the eruption of their trio had led him to Hoseok. And he’d go through anything if it meant falling in love with Mr. Jung again.

           “Their success is yours, too, you know,” Jimin reminded his friend.

           “I know.”

           “You too sold one million copies of Christmas for You and Me.” Jimin paused the work of his hands, glancing up through his shaggy hair to stare at Taehyung.

           “I get the checks,” Taehyung dismissed.

           “So be happy about it – it’s a huge accomplishment.”

           He shrugged, not really feeling like celebrating. If he calculated all the other books he’d illustrated, and their sales, that number would be well past one million. “I got Hoseok out of it, and that’s what matters.”

           “How’s married life?” Jimin asked. He had officiated the wedding, naturally.

           “I think I love him more than I did when we got married. Have you noticed his smile is a heart? That’s my favorite part, the little heart that is always waiting for me,” Taehyung gushed.

           “Give it five years,” Jimin said teasingly.

           “And then?”

           “Then you’ll love him so much your heart might burst.” Jimin told him.

           Taehyung thought that was possible. He’d only ever fallen more deeply in love with Hoseok since they first met at the soft launch of Serendipity Sweets. It was love at first sight, a silent “oh there you are”, of cosmic alignment and meeting. It was beautiful, how swiftly they fell and never lingered from each other’s side. Jimin and Yoongi were proud, if Yoongi hadn’t asked Taehyung to stop by the soft launch to discuss working together post Kim & Kim’s break up, Jimin’s childhood best friend might never have met the artist. And Jimin might never have gained another best friend.

           “I find that completely easy to believe,” Taehyung said. “Have you seen Jin or Namjoon recently?”

           “Me? No, they didn’t come to our wedding, and Joon and Yoongi text often but never hang out here. I’ve forgiven him for ditching our wedding, but he hasn’t felt

           Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Yoongi and a man Taehyung hadn’t spoken to in years.

           “Namjoon-ah,” Taehyung said, surprised and confused.

           “Taehyung, we need your help.” Namjoon said, his eyes full of confusion and hope.

           “My help?” He asked.

           “Yes,” Yoongi slipped his arm around Jimin’s waist and placed a kiss on his cheek. “We need your help getting Seokjin to fall in love with Namjoon.”

           Taehyung, brows knit in confusion, glanced between them once, twice, three times before he spoke. “What?”

           “It’s the only way he’ll write, or sing. He has to fall in love with Namjoon, ostensibly, again.” Yoongi explained.

           “Did he ever stop loving Namjoon?” Jimin asked, turning from his work on the counter to face the men filling the space, Yoongi’s arm till around him.

           “No,” Namjoon shook his head. “There’s no way he was in love with me or is.”

           “How would you know?” Taehyung asked him.

           “I think I would know. I mean I was there when we broke up, Taehyung well, you were collateral.”

           “I was, and I’ve mostly forgiven you,” Taehyung said. Truthfully, he had forgiven them. He just hadn’t made any moves to communicate that to either Namjoon or Seokjin, and neither had they.

           “The question is, though,” Jimin began. “Are you in love with Seokjin, and is that what broke you up five years ago?”

           “That’s two questions babe,” Yoongi said.

           Jimin elbowed his husband. “Answer, please.”

           “I don’t know why we broke up,” Namjoon answered. “But, if I’m honest, I’ve always been a little in love with Seokjin.”

           Yoongi nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “Taehyung, that’s why we need you.”

           “Me?”

           “You’re the most romantic out of us, and you know Seokjin and Namjoon really well. We need your help to get Seokjin to fall in love with Namjoon.”

           “I don’t know if I can do that,” Taehyung said, struck by the weight of the question.

           “Yes, you can. We’ve already started planning it.”

           “There’s a fucking plan?” Jimin asked as he returned to his work making dinner for the growing group.

           “Yes,” Yoongi answered, and he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. “Step one: meet cute.”

Next: II. Christmas for You & Me

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😃🤨what if there was a part 2 to academic rivals and it was spicy or has a lot of tension leading up to 🌟spicy🌟😏😘

Oh my gosh, hello i am so sorry about the wait! but here it is! short and no spice just yet but if someone wants a part three… feel free to request 🥰

please read part one first

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The library is quiet and your mind has been wondering for a while, but your thoughts are pulled back to the present moment as the sound of the heavy library doors opening echoes through the converted chapel. You watch as the newly minted Marshal Commander slips past the door, making his way to the lady at the front desk.

He places the stack of books he had recently taken out on the desk, and exchanges words with the women. The way he smiles at her makes your stomach coil in an ugly way that has you frowning. You ignore it and tear your eyes away, focus returning to the task at hand. You have less than a month until you graduate, and less than a week to turn in your final assignment.

Once again, your friends have left you in favour of dinner, hitting one of the new spots downtown. They promised to save you any leftovers, but the chances of Tomas leaving you any are slim, if non-existent. You’re pulled away from what must be your third proofread by the sound of a chair scraping across the library carpet. You look up to find Cody sitting next to you. He’s out of his usual issued armour and body suit, instead, casual black pants cling to his legs and a white t-shirt hangs from his shoulders.

The change is… nice. But you pull your eyes from his outfit, forcing yourself to watch him as he gets comfortable in his seat. “What can I do for you, Marshal Commander?”

He holds up a hand, shaking his head. “Just Cody,” He says.

“Congrats on your promotion. That book must have really helped.” You return, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms.

He rolls his eyes, ignoring your little jab. “How is school going?” He asks.

You shrug. “Is fine.”

He frowns, brows drawing in to meet each other, leaning forward in his seat. “Just fine? Are you okay?” He asks, trying to catch your eyes.

You shrug again, fighting the grin that wants to stretch out your lips as you give him a snappy reply. “Just not used to being under you.” You say, pouting and looking up at him through your lashes. “Have to take orders from you now, don’t I?”

He snorts back his laughter, as his scar wrinkles around his face with a grin that matches your own. “You were never above me in the first place.” He says, relaxing back again. “You’re just a cadet.”

You roll your eyes and turn away from him. You pick up your red pen, hoping he gets the hint to leave and let you return to your assignment. He doesn’t. Instead, he starts fiddling with your stationary, doodling notes on the spare pieces of paper that are spread out at your table, messing up your neat piles you had arranged. You ignore him at first but then he starts clicking one of your pens, as if fascinated with the mechanics of it.

“Once again, Commander, can I help you?” You ask, snatching the pen from his grasp.

“So temperamental.” He mutters, standing up from his chair and pushing it back under the table.

“Excuse me?” You ask, even though you heard him as clear as day. You had been called things before, but never temperamental and this, coming from Cody, after you had managed to spend months without fighting each other, felt like a slap to the face.

“You’re so temperamental!” He says, flinging his arms up. “I can’t ever read you. The republic is holding a dinner in honour of my promotion and I was going to ask you if you’d come as my date, but forget it. You’re barely tolerable on a good day.”

You stand and cross your arms, brows frowned in an attempt to match his height with sheer… intimidation. “Temperamental? As it was, I would not dine with you even if you were offering me the meal that would bring me back from the brink of death! I would not even entertain the idea, now!” You you turn from him, packing up your papers and pens and books and data pads, haphazardly shoving them into your bag. “As for being tolerable, you’re one to speak!”

You make to push past him but he has your arm in his hand, holding you to him. “You mean to say you have entertained the idea?”

You try to pull away from him but his grip is firm with a soldier's strength. “You can forget I ever did.”

He growls at you, releasing your arm as if your skin had burnt him. “Fine!”

“Fine!” You bite back and Cody does not make a last attempt as you leave him.

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