#i don’t know if i could be coveted. i know i have been. these things coexist

[florence-nomachine]

The Hills (Part Two)

JJ hates his menial job, but there’s a certain customer he lusts and loathes in particular.

(JJ Maybank x Reader)

Part One

You didn’t know what had come over you.

One minute you’d been poolside; pissed over something so fickle you couldn’t remember, and the next you were pressed against the cold walls of the storage room whilst JJ Maybank - known Pogue and borderline vagrant - had fucked you from behind.

He was all over you now; his love bites still etched on your body whilst his ocean and marijuana dripped scent was embedded into the material of your swimsuit. None of it compared to the fact that he’d made his mark directly inside you - his cum still seeping out of you when you’d showered before dinner that day. Your dear father had been concerned, so worried that his princess was walking with a slight limp whilst she kept her thighs pressed together…and all you could say was that you needed to pee.

What had happened was a one time thing, a lapse of judgement in the spur of the moment. He could run off and tell all his friends, but who was truly going to believe him? You had everyone wrapped around your finger, so as far as it went, your word was sacred.

Would you really be that embarrassed if word got out? It wasn’t as if JJ was a complete social pariah. Still, you knew enough about him (and his felonious father) to know that some things were best kept a secret.

And you vowed to keep it that way.

“I’m bored,” Bree said, dragging her vowels as she ran a hand through her hair. “Let’s get drunk. Or high. Better yet, both,”

You and Halle scoffed as you turned around, balancing an ungodly amount of clothes on your arms. They were over at your house, going through your closet as you sifted for something fresh - or forgotten - to wear. Midsummers was around the corner, and nothing but perfection was expected from you. Not that you were ever worried about that, of course.

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“We can just go to the store and get a new one,” Bree huffed before perking up again. “Come on, let’s go to Rafe’s! They’ve always got something going on,”

Halle snickered. “Please, anywhere but his!”

“Agreed,” you nodded. “Rafe does the hard stuff. I am not a crack whore,”

“Speaking of, what’s going on with you and him, huh?” Bree pressed. “You know he’s into you…I bet he’s going to ask you to Midsummers,”

You smirked. The fact was rather amusing - Rafe could, and has, hooked up with many girls on the island, and yet you were the one he chased the most. It was the classic Madonna/Whore complex, and if you were to say yes - even once - you knew you were in for a life of nothing but rigid conformity, from the rich white of your wedding dress to the grand names of your babies once you carried the Cameron lineage. To some, that life was appealing, but you already had it all. 

You just wanted a bit of fun. Perhaps in the form of another blonde.

“I’ll hook up with him but that’s it,” you shrugged, holding a dress to your body as you stared in the mirror. “It all depends on how drunk I can get…”

“Are you serious? How could you not like Rafe Cameron? Every girl on this island would kill to be you!” Bree exclaimed with a distant, yet covetous look in her eye. 

“Tell me something I don’t know,”

Bree huffed again before pursing her lips. 

“…If you don’t want him, can I have him?”

You cocked a brow.

“Does he want you?”

Halle bit her lip, holding back a laugh as she flopped onto your bed and grinned.

“I’m all for you getting laid anyway,” she said, breaking the somewhat obvious tension. “Whoever you got it from last time gave it to you good… I haven’t seen you glow like that since our twelfth grade spring break!”

You paused, suddenly being hit with the faint smell of chlorine and weed. JJ was behind you again, stamping impassioned kisses and bites onto your skin as he tutted into you, skilfully working his big cock into you as he sought his release. It was all too warm, too fast.

“Oooh, who’s the guy?” Bree perked up, with Halle nodding eagerly in agreement.

“It’s nothing serious…” you shrugged, turning your back to the both of them as you tried to hide your smirk. You and JJ weren’t dating - and you certainly weren’t close to being friends - and yet you couldn’t deny the feeling in your stomach. Whether it was nerves, lust, or somewhere in between, you couldn’t wait to run into the Pogue boy again. 

“…You know what?” you said, clearing your throat as you stared off into the distance. “Maybe I can get us that weed for next time…”

That Saturday, you wore your prettiest (and tightest) sundress. 

It seemed your covered body made you borderline invisible (it was either that or JJ was deliberately ignoring you) as you watched him stroll around the pool, smiling in people’s faces and flipping them off behind their backs. Knowing that he hated his job - where he served to service people like you - was rather amusing. You couldn’t wait to make his day worse.

You stood up as he came your way, grabbing him by the shoulder as if you were scolding him.

The boy turned to you and gave you a once over.

“Whaddup princess, back for round two?”

“Shut up,” you hissed. “Listen, I need a favour —“

JJ grinned.

“I’m all ears but I’m charging this time, alright? I’ve seen what kind of car your dad drives,” he finished with a knowing smirk, and you rolled your eyes at the implication.

“Ugh,” you huffed. “Anyway. You have something I want —“

“—Oh, really? ‘Cus it just so happens you’ve got something I want too…” he mused, staring down at your glossy lips before checking you out. “Three things, in fact. Four if you’re a freak —“

You cut him off, aware of the way your cunt throbbed at the mention of letting any man - let alone someone like JJ - take your anal virginity.

“I need weed, and I know you Pogues have got good stuff,” you said, voice shaking. “I want a bag… or something —“

JJ scoffed and rolled his eyes, running his fingers over his lips as he looked you up and down. There was something alluring about the fact that you, in all your bitchiness, were rather innocent under it all. Someone like you, coming to him for a favour? How could he possibly turn the opportunity down?

“You don’t know how this works, huh?” he laughed, staring at your wide eyes.

“Tip me and I’ll have it hand delivered on Sunday. You won’t even have to go to The Cut.”

Raising a brow, you rummaged in your tiny purse before handing him some cash.

“Here’s a dollar. Fix yourself up.” you instructed, nodding to his messy hair and the small scars on his lip and hands.

“Don’t let me down.” You said sternly, holding your hands on top of his own momentarily as you stared into his blue eyes. He was clearly distracted; fixating more on your lush lips and the sheer material of your sundress stretching over your breasts.

At least the two of you were on the same page. 

The sun had set on Figure Eight, and, of course, JJ hadn’t shown up. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was bringing weed (you could’ve at least smoked your problems away), you would’ve felt like a girl stood up on her first date. Instead, you’d flung on your nighties and turned up the volume in your AirPods, staring out of the window and glancing at the moon.

As much as your mind wanted to focus on Midsummers, you could only think about JJ, and what it would feel like to have him fuck you again, this time in your pink satin sheets from the crack of dawn until the sunset. Sliding your hands into your silk shorts, you pushed past the wet lips of your pussy with your fingers and delved them into your core, imagining they were JJ’s and not yours. 

“That’s it, Mama, get those fingers nice and wet for Daddy…”

You longed to feel his cool rings press against your hot cunt as he fingerfucked you; his trademark smug smile painted across his face as he soothed you, relishing in your desperation.

“Fuck, if you can’t take my fingers, you’re gonna fall apart on my cock, huh?”

You delved your fingers deeper into your pussy as you worked your way into the crux of your fantasy; only to be rudely awakened by the sound of tapping on a window.

“What the fuck —-“

Blinking, you struggled to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden light, your vision blurry as they locked onto a certain blonde figure. Huffing, you wiped your hands on your thigh before striding over and siding it open.

“You asshole, are you dumb?” 

“Well, it would’ve been easier if you had left the gate open,” JJ said casually, climbing through your window. He was dressed in a ripped vest, and was carrying a small ziplock in one hand, with a gun in the other. “This shits like a fucking maze…Were those lasers…?”

Hurriedly, you closed the window, making sure that no one had seen before ushering him away from the view.

“The gate was open…five hours ago!” you exclaimed, careful to keep your voice to a hush. “Where the fuck were you?”

“I got caught up, okay?” he shrugged, unable to keep his eyes off of your body, fixated on the way your breasts jiggled with every animated reaction. “I’m here now, do you want the stuff or not?”

Frowning, you stuck your hand out for JJ to hand you the goods, inspecting the contents as he looked around your room. It was unbearably girly, yet JJ couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of pride to it all. He was the messy Pogue boy, slutting out a Kook princess - Rafe’s most wanted property - and it felt fucking good.

He glanced over at you, taking in the way your vest hung dangerously low on your chest, exposing the tops of your boobs and the outline of your nipples, hardened in the cool summer air. Your shorts weren’t any less tempting; the fabric riding so high up your legs that he could swear he could see a bit of your pussy through the opening.

If he was correct, you weren’t even wearing panties.

“Nice clothes by the way,” he grinned. “Is that lace? You goin’ somewhere?”

“To bed, yeah.” you scoffed, hiding the weed in your top drawer before lying on your bed. The hem of your vest rode up so that you gave JJ an eyeful of your stomach, teasing him with the rounded mounds of your breasts.

“Mind if I join you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, instead flopping next to you and propping himself up on his elbow, trapping you between the wall and his body. 

“I'm not in the mood, JJ.” You huffed, staring up at his damned smile as you tried to ignore the burning in your core. Just five minutes ago you were dreaming of this, and if it weren’t for your pride you would’ve been begging him to fuck you like a bitch in heat.

The blonde clicked his tongue, his lustful eyes drinking in your body as he began to run his fingers up your thigh, moving skilfully past your core and up onto your hips, daring to cop a feel of your breasts.

“You owe me for that…by the way,” he said knowingly. You raised your brows in shock, and he laughed.

“What, you thought it was free? That I’d give it to you out of ‘the goodness of my heart’? Nah, princess, this is good shit right here, and I’m not letting my journey go to waste —“ 

His hands stalked up your chest, causing you to let out a soft moan as he brushed your sensitive nipples before they decided to rest on your neck, gripping it with a considerable force as he held you in place to look at him.

“— You’re not really over our first time, anyway.”

He kissed you, and you instinctively pulled his body on top of you, gasping as he grinded his hard cock against against your thigh, signalling what he wanted. You were all too happy to give it to him, rolling yourself on top of him so that you could rub your cunt against his crotch, desperate for any kind of friction. JJ snickered, pulling up your vest to roughly grope your tits before placing his hand on your neck again, gently choking you.

“As much as I want you to ride me Princess, I didn’t come here for that kind of payment. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

His gaze on your was unwavering as he lowered you to the foot of the bed on your knees, hand still firm around your throat. Your core throbbed as you glanced up at him through your lashes, palming his bulge through the fabric before taking it out. This was your first time seeing it up close; a decent six inches with a slight curve and pink fleshy tip that spouted precum.

Instinctively, you placed it to your lips, coating your lips in his seed before you took him in your mouth. JJ let out a loud moan at the contact, gripping the back of your neck as he held your head in place as you bobbed up and down his lengthy cock.

You took a deep breath as you pressed your tongue flat against the underside, angling your neck further as you became determined to deepthroat his cock. Your ego was far too big to let JJ think he was winning; even though you tears were beginning to prick at the corner of your eyes.

“JayJ…” you choked. “I need to — Let me —“

“What?” He teased, cupping your cheeks. “Use your words, Mama…”

“Y-You’re too big…” you whimpered, dribbling bits of saliva down his cock as you gagged around his middle. “I need air —“

The blonde tutted.

“I always knew you were all talk. It’s a shame you can’t handle me, princess… I thought you and I were pretty good together the other day…” he rambled, and for some reason the clear manipulation in his voice made your cunt throb uncontrollably. 

You bobbed your head again, this time managing to bury your nose in his messy pubes, squirming and clawing on his large thighs as he held you in place. 

“That’s it, Mama,” he cooed, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Be a good girl and choke on this fucking dick. Shit, I always knew that mouth was good for something…”

It wasn’t until you let out a desperate gurgle and that he let go. Though your cheeks were burning and eyes were filled with tears, you couldn’t help but admire your work - JJ’s raw cock was shiny, coated in your spit; twitching as he ached for more. 

Grinning, you wiped the mixture of saliva and cum off of your lips before getting back to work, this time using your hands to massage his base.

“Don’t forget the balls, baby —“ he groaned, and you took his cock out of your mouth with a ‘pop’, taking a long lick down his underside before sucking gently on his balls. He groaned again, this time finishing with an impassioned gasp that threatened to wake your parents down the hall.

You slapped his thigh.

“You’re going to get me busted!”

“Fuck that…” he drawled through breathy chuckles. “…Daddy’s little princess has got a mouth for days — You give these to all the pool boys?”

“Consider yourself lucky,” you hummed, giving him a few languid strokes as you continued to attend to his balls. “Rafe’s been on me like a hawk…”

JJ sneered, wrinkling his nose as he slapped his heavy cock on your face, producing a wet smacking sound.

“I don’t wanna hear about that asshole right now,” was all he said, guiding your head back onto his cock, feeling his thighs tremble as he began to reach his edge. 

He glanced over at your phone, wishing that he could snap a few pics, hell, even a quick video of the dirty deed; and send it off to the Cameron son himself in a quick Snapchat. To some it might’ve been trivial; but to a guy like Rafe having the right girl on his arm meant a lot - and, if JJ was to have even the slightest of leverage over him, how could he not take the opportunity to rub it in his face?

“Fuck…” he puffed, lips parted in ecstasy. “Choke on it one more time, baby…”

“JayJ—“ you begged, and he shook his head, solely focused on his release.

“C’mon princess, I know you can do it…Take a deep breath, ‘atta girl —“

It wasn’t long before he spilled down your throat, making you gag and pull your head back in shock. He hastily grabbed his dick and angled it at your face, painting white rivulets across your cheeks and lips as he writhed in pleasure, spewing words and phrases you weren’t sure if he even meant.

As he rode off his high, he scooped some of his cum up in his finger, and you needed no instruction as to what to do next. You stared into his cloudy blue eyes as you sucked his finger, and for a moment you could’ve sworn that there was something - even a flash - of affection. 

Once he pulled the digit out of your mouth, a moment passed before he kissed you; sloppily yet passionate, so much so that you didn’t notice the screen of your phone light up, even in the dimly lit light of your room.

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rafe.cameron: Bree said you’re coming to Midsummers. Meet me at the country club tomorrow we need to talk

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[afieldinengland]

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#thinking about back when i passed for a dorian myself. do you think i still do? #ah. too old in the eyes and the liver now maybe. my own fault— something’s harder in my middle. i suppose it’s adulthood #which is of course different to maturity. i already had that. i’d like to think at least #either way. i don’t know if i pass for a prince anymore. something else something else #would i want to? has there been a change that was total? #more like a wounded knight really. well it’s the pretty word games i miss— seducing with taboo. i’m telling stories again #only once or twice have i had the opportunity. dorian did it every day #ganymede narcissus…. hyacinth. warm dead boys #harri can you lighten up a little? you’re nineteen. twenty in july. youth. #there is absolutely nothing in this world but youth. nothing lonelier #i’m becoming my father. mad and soft and cynical #i doubt dorian could drink like i do. no weak london stock you’re wiltshire blood #shoulders to carry buckets. a stare to melt a canvas. i don’t know. i worry #talking talking talking. forgive me it’s been a while since i’ve loosened my tongue like this #i don’t know if i could be coveted. i know i have been. these things coexist #but i’m old now and i’m tired and i want to taste blood when i bite as well as tar-paper #conjuring up bloody idols to make a friend’s insides less haunting. shouldn’t even say that #just…. thinking. thinking thinking about prettier words that make men blush. i think i’m just lonely #dorian got sick of it too. emerging from the attic. now only dogs will follow me

[eloves-writes]

so it goes…

[coriolanus snow x reader]

desc: part 2 here! as dr gaul’s assistant, you find yourself alone in her laboratory bearing an unpleasant task with her other mentee, coriolanus snow, who you strongly despise. or so it goes … warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), slightly public sex, reader is wearing a skirt, think that's it but please lmk if i need to add anything! a/n: thank you so much for all the love on my last fic! and thank you anon for this request, i love and appreciate requests more than you know!!! enjoy this. will for sure write a second chapter if one singlular person expresses interest. mwah mwah mwah ily this work contains mature themes, minors dni

dr gaul’s lab was filled with weird and wonderful (but mostly weird) things. you sat, bored, on your side of the gamemaker’s desk staring at shelves and shelves of creatures of all shapes and sizes with various muttations. according to the clock beside you, it had been 30 minutes since gaul herself had left the room to ‘see to something’. it was often best not to ask questions when things like that happened, but you really wished she would come back soon as your work day technically ended in a few minutes and gaul’s second-favourite mentee came to visit her after hours almost every day. coriolanus snow was not necessarily an unpleasant person, not to you at least, but he was certainly unbearable. he was so up his own ass thinking he was better than everybody else that he failed to realise how much of a pompous twat he was. ‘snow lands on top’. god, those four words were practically all you heard come out of his mouth when he wasn’t sucking up to dr gaul or spewing fake niceties to any authoritative figure who would listen.

as you were thinking about how annoying he is and how pretentious his stupid hairstyle was, the door to the lab was hauled open by the peacekeepers who stood guard outside. thank god gaul was back, you couldn’t wait to get out of here. not that you weren’t grateful for this assistant’s position, because it was a highly coveted role for university students each year and you’d beat them all out for it. even snow. ha. even suck-up snow. fuck. snow.

the tall blond had entered the lab and was walking up to your desk with his usual self-assured smile and red uniform.

“y/n, good evening.”

“snow.”

his pleasant facade dropped for just a moment at your monotonous response.

“where’s dr gaul?”

you passive aggressively put down the pen you had been tapping on the desk.

“i don’t know,” you replied blandly, studying his face like you trying to read his mind. “she left like a half hour ago to ‘see to something’, but she’s not been back. i’d suggest you leave and speak to her tomorrow instead.”

coriolanus pulled a face as if thoroughly surprised that anyone could be anything less than cordial to him. it was a subtle change in expression, but you figured that’s what he was thinking.

“that’s quite alright, y/n,” he smiled mockingly, “i’ll sit right here and wait. nowhere to be tonight.”

“shocker,” you murmured, watching as snow sat in the empty chair opposite you.

the two of you stayed sat at gaul’s desk for almost 10 minutes before either of you said anything else.

“how is the apprenticeship going?” snow asked, trying to fill the awkward silence by feigning interest.

“it’s great. thanks. thrilling, actually. i’m having the time of my life. this is so much fun,” you retorted.

coriolanus raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat. “you know, every one of gaul’s students wanted this apprenticeship. if you’re not enjoying it, i am more than certain that you could find somebody to fill the role.”

you huffed sarcastically. “oh good try, snow. i’m not giving it up that easily.”

“so i’ve heard,” he muttered.

before you could respond to that, the laboratory doors hauled open again and dr gaul finally returned.

“ah, coriolanus, good,” she welcomed, entering with purpose in her stride. “i have a small ask of the pair of you.”

there was no way in the whole of panem that this would be a ‘small’ ask, coming from her. coriolanus’ eyes widened in apprehension.

“don’t make that face at me, coriolanus snow.”

“sorry.”

“good. i must continue to deal with a situation that has arisen, i need you two to feed chupa before he gets too hungry. that’s all, then you both may leave and i shall see you," you watched her search for a rhyme, "before tomorrow’s eve.”

then she turned to leave, with you and coriolanus pulling faces of horror. ‘chupa’ was a particularly hideous and dangerous looking creature that gaul had advised you, on multiple occasions, to keep your distance from. and now she was asking you to feed him? sometimes it was like she wanted you dead.

“wait a minute,” you said hesitantly. gaul moved only her head to look at you and you regretted opening your mouth immediately. “sorry, dr gaul, you want us,” you motioned to yourself and snow, “to feed that,” you pointed at the cage where the beast appeared to be smirking.

“yes,” she replied plainly. “he will eat anything, but he most likes the small green snakes.”

with that, she left the lab again.

coriolanus looked at you, looked at chupa, then looked back at you. “what the fuck is that?”

you snorted, enjoying seeing him uncomfortable. “do you want to get the snakes, or shall i?”

“you get them,” he spoke quickly. “i don’t like snakes.”

you were suspicious at this apparently strong aversion to the slithering reptiles. perhaps they’d scared him when he was younger, and never shook it off. or perhaps one had bitten him. you imagined him flailing his arms and screaming and it made you chuckle to yourself as you took a jar half-filled with thin, forest green snakes. they weren’t venomous, in fact they were quite amiable and undeserving of being fed to the ugly brute in the cage beside you. regardless, you removed two snakes from the jar and placed it back on the shelf.

coriolanus was keeping his distance, making you do all the work. lazy asshole.

“can you open the cage?” you directed snarkily. he tentatively unfastened the top of the cage, standing closer to you than he ever had before. up close, he looked like a real person. a real person who was just as real as everybody else in the capitol, not any better. he smelt better than a lot of them though. like cologne and fresh roses. you mentally chastised yourself for noticing and tried to focus on the task at hand.

your snake-holding hand slid towards chupa’s mouth, which opened to reveal a large set of sharp fangs that seemed to be moving upwards

“be careful of the fangs,” snow warned from behind you.

“thank you coriolanus, i’m so glad you told me that. i was truly about to stick my fingers into his mouth,” you retorted sarcastically, starting to feed the snakes to the disgusting creature.

he mumbled something incoherent that sounded something like “i wish you would.”

“sorry what was that, snow? did you say something,” you asked, becoming more irritated by his unhelpful presence.

as chupa finished the tail of the second snake, he bit the air above him in an attempt to get your hand for dessert, making you rapidly withdraw your hand from the cage and leap backwards. coriolanus dropped the lid in shock and it thankfully fastened itself.

when you had leapt backwards, you had leapt backwards straight into snow’s arms that he had instinctively wrapped around you in protection. his arms were stronger than they looked through his uniform jacket, and his chest much more toned. it felt beyond strange to be this close to him. but something deep inside of you suddenly yearned to be closer, and you slowly rotated yourself in his arms to face him, hands pressed against his chest.

coriolanus was looking into your eyes like nothing else was in the room. like he had never seen a person’s eyes this close before. he was looking at you like you were most incredibly fascinating thing he had ever seen.

and maybe you were; he had grown used to the capitol women throwing themselves at him. he didn’t struggle to take them home, had no issues finding a date to all the various events he attended. then there you were- snapping at him and poking fun at him, and not even waiting until his back was turned to roll your eyes or pull faces. in what he deemed a cruel twist of fate, you were the only girl in the capitol who didn’t look at him like he was god, and you were the only girl in the capitol he truly felt something deeper than momentary lust for.

his lust for you was not momentary. it was perpetual. and having you this close to him, safe and protected in his arms, confirmed for him that you needed to be his. the world bent to the will of coriolanus snow. and so would you.

in an instant where your body no longer obeyed your better judgment, you pressed your lips to coriolanus’.

he kissed you back like you were a source of oxygen, using his advantageous hold of you to force you to walk backwards towards the rows of bookshelves behind gaul’s desk without separating your lips. he swiftly checked the door to make sure nobody had snuck in before your bodies were eclipsed by the cover of the well-stocked shelves and you were roughly pushed up against them. snow continued to kiss you, moving down to your neck to leave marks sure to raise questions the next morning, then down to your collarbone, unbuttoning your blouse as he went so that his path was clear to mark you with his mouth all the way down to the waistband of your skirt. his kneeled down before you and pushed up your skirt, looking up at you for approval. you nodded, still caught up in the moment. this was fine. this felt good. it really felt good when snow removed your panties and placed your legs over his shoulders, holding you up at the waist and running his tongue along your folds, earning a loud moan from you. he withdrew his head from you skirt to shush you, before returning his tongue to your centre and flicking it against your clit. you bit onto your knuckle to absorb the sound of the whimpers escaping you. where the fuck had he learned to do this? it felt heavenly, his mouth drawing you ever closer to release with his large hands digging into your hips to keep you in position.

“coryo,” you whispered. “coryo, i’m close.”

he began to hum in acknowledgement, sending you right over the edge. a moan slipped from your mouth as you came, feeling your slick drip onto his face. he continued to lap at your juices as you rode out your orgasm, a blissful haze washing over you. if these were the skills making snow so cocky, you couldn’t fault him for that particular trait any longer. he lifted his head and smiled at you like a man who was very aware you’d just cum on his face by his manipulation. he helped you take your legs from his shoulders with a satisfied smirk when they wobbled under the weight of your body, then he kissed you again, softer this time, to force you to taste yourself on his tongue. you reached your hand forward to his crotch, palming him through his constricting pants. he indulged you for a minute, then removed your hand and lifted it to his lips like a true gentlemen.

you felt a little disappointed to not repay the favour, finally feeling content with your formerly repressed lust for the man.

but then he leaned down to your ear and whispered in a low tone, “you can owe me one,” before giving you one last lewd kiss and leaving you stood behind the bookshelves in the head gamemaker’s office with messed up hair and a realisation that you really wanted coriolanus snow to come and visit after hours again tomorrow.

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[shibaraki]

THE VANISHING MOON ┊ TSUKISHIMA KEI

tags: GN reader, post timeskip, exes to lovers, fluff, emotional hurt + comfort, reader is a writer, alcohol consumption, mutual pining, getting back together, kisses, weddings, previous ‘mutual’ breakup, happy ending

wc: 4.2K

For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved love stories.

The first time you picked up a pen with the intention to write you’d been looking for a specific someone. To pour love into and be loved by. Conjured from the recesses of your mind, a soft smile from the boy you liked, one prepared to whisk you away from the converging angst that came with your adolescence.

In later years you looked inward, searching for yourself. To satiate your loneliness through self introspection. Ink blotted fingers working arduously at the knots that make up the soul. Knots that were once straight rope, simple and without weak points. And when you failed to love yourself you turned outward, exploring the web that made up the world.

You saw that other people loved stories, too. That there would always be at least one which speaks to them in some way and stays with them. You coveted that reality; to be something another person could love, and look back on with fondness. For your words to strike such a chord that they’d become part of another’s tapestry. To live on. Never again be forgotten, even if it means being an echo of something.

That yearning accompanies you up the cobbled footpath. The crisp air pinching the tips of your ears. Soft, muted chirps rippled throughout the treeline. “Wow,” you murmur, breathless. Arms sticky with perspiration, leg muscles tingling in exertion after walking the steep hill.

The reception venue sits on the end of a private road, concealed by threadbare canopy. Under an open sky there lay every shade and stroke of colour. Dappled sunlight casts shadows across the grass and your eyes are drawn to them.

“Wow is right. They’ve done an incredible job,” Sugawara airs his appreciation as he walks at your side. His voice is awed, and his cheeks are red. “I can’t believe they managed it. Karumai Gardens are notoriously stingy for booking events”.

The wedding invitation shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Remaining some of your closest friends, Kiyoko and Tanaka had already confirmed your attendance long before the formal invites were sent out. You even found yourself on the end of multiple phone calls over the months assisting a panicked Tanaka with writing and rewriting his vows.

Despite that, your stomach roiled at the invitation on your kitchen counter, and your heart crawled up into your throat. Because suddenly it was too real.

Everybody would be there.

Tsukishima would be there.

You’ve been a high strung for most of the day, hyper vigilant to the point of fraying. The ceremony was beautiful. Kiyoko looked ethereal draped in her white lace gown, a delicate veil cascading down her back and rippling down the aisle as she walked. Tanaka was striking in his dark blue suit and embroidered waistcoat. Sitting at the forefront, you remained steadfast in your ignorance of Tsukishima’s scrunity and dabbed at your face as you cried.

You missed having his attention. Missed the subtle stroke of his sharp gold eyes across every part of you as though it were Tsukishima’s hands themselves. A scant, cowardly part of you considered not attending the reception, grateful that he hadn’t approached you yet. If he would at all. Kei could be unbearably prideful about these things. But what do you know?

Nothing. After all this time you probably know nothing at all.

“I think he wants to talk to you,” Sugawara says, drawing your focus to the present. “It’s obvious he’s missed you”.

You edge past the increasingly dense foliage with intent, your fingertips outstretched to brush the near-blooming plants. “Who?” you ask. Sugawara’s grin turns wry and he threads his arm through yours.

“So petty,” he murmurs, patting your bicep. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But he’s single, and has been staring at you all day. I thought I should mention it”.

“Well you’ve mentioned it,” you return without true malice, squeezing him back. Sugawara’s lips parted in a sigh, and for a brief second, you saw a wistful expression beneath the lighthearted veneer. It stirs unease in your chest and you add, “I just don’t want to make a scene”.

“You really think that’s what it’ll come to?”

Memories unearthed from the deep recesses of your mind. Packed away into tight spaces and left to collect dust where they can’t hurt you. They awaken easily, triggered by a simple question, and with such clarity that you wonder if you ever forgot them at all.

Soft, deliberate touches. Long, warm embraces, swallowed up by his large frame. Graceless laughter—the ugly kind that makes your stomach hurt. Languorous kisses, biting kisses, chaste kisses, clumsy kisses. Good morning and good night kisses. Bickering over breakfast. Bickering over dinner. Wandering, calloused hands. Pressure behind two fingers, splitting you like soft fruit. A sharp tongue and sharper words. Holding hands in bed, anchoring yourself to him like you were afraid he might float away in the night.

Life became busier than either of you expected. Kei landed an opportunity to play for a division two team in the V league alongside his work at the Sendai city museum. Your publisher's demands increased. Kei’s priorities shifted. Resentment crept in. He started to forget things. Small promises and favours, like getting the grocery’s or making it home for date night. They felt so significant at the time—things you deemed indicative of his commitment to you, without communicating as such.

Fractures formed in your relationship. You ignored them in favour of keeping the peace, hoping to address them when the timing was better. Only with hindsight can you say that was the wrong choice. The fractures contracted, expanded until it grew into a yawning cavity with one of you standing either side of it. A slow decay.

“No. No, it wouldn’t,” you tell Sugawara. Tsukishima has never been a shining paragon of virtue but he wouldn't do anything to disrupt Tanaka’s wedding. “I’m just nervous. I haven’t seen him since…”

Sugawara hums his acknowledgment. You’re adrift as he guides you into the venue holding the wedding reception, welcomed into a kaleidoscope of colour. Carefully crafted floral arrangements line the hall. Half of the building is a greenhouse conversion, and natural light filters in through the high, arching ceilings, illuminating the dance floor. You take in the surroundings as your senses are enveloped by the pleasant din.

“Look, there’s Yachi and Nishinoya,” Sugawara tugs on your arm and calls out, “Yachi! Noya!”

Nishinoya crowed, leaping forward to gather you and Sugawara into a blistering hug. Barely two extra inches on him yet larger than you remember, skin kissed by the sun and his hair handsomely coiffed. His waistcoat creases awkwardly with the stretch of his body while you sink into his warmth and feel your cheeks ache.

“Man, I feel like I could scale a mountain! It’s so good to see you guys again,” Nishinoya reclines to get a look at you both and firmly takes you by the shoulders. “You have a lot to answer for,” he says with mock seriousness.

“I do?” you laugh, skull knocking side to side as he shakes you.

“I read your book on the plane”.

Your laughter putters out. You grimace and clear your throat, “Oh—really?”

“Most of us have. We wanted to support you properly,” Yachi admits as she steps forward to hug you. She’s smiling when she pulls away, faint laughter lines deepening.

Sugawara nods and pokes at your waist, “Don’t look so embarrassed. It was amazing”.

“It made me cry!” Nishinoya effuses. He sniffs, and to your mortification he looks like he might burst into tears again. “There was this one line—gah, no! I can’t talk about it. Get over here, I need to hug you again”.

“Thank you, Noya-san,” you wheeze at the arms constricting around your midsection, eyes clenched shut to repress the impending sting. You turn your head, nose knocking against his temple as you peer at the others. “Thank you all. I mean it”.

Yachi squirms, her smile quivering. “I’m really happy you made it today,” she says once you’ve been released. The unyielding pressure of Nishinoya’s embrace lingers like two phantom limbs. “You too, Nishinoya-san”.

“It’s amazing you’re upright. I thought for sure the jet lag would get to you,” Sugawara laughs. He utters a quick apology to the server passing with a tray of drinks. “Didn’t you fly in from Barcelona?”

“Yeah. Should’a been heading to Andorra but I wouldn’t miss my bro’s wedding for the world,” Nishinoya’s voice drifts as his eyes follow the alcohol. He plucks a glass in one swift motion and holds it high, “Salut I força al canut!”

Yachi watches him throw back the drink with poorly veiled anxiety. “Ah, speaking of, we should find our seats. It looks like the cake cutting is starting soon”.

“Good call. We’re getting in the way of the preparations. And I think you’ve left Asahi alone for too long,” Sugawara claps Nishinoya on the shoulder. “Looks like he’s been accosted by Saeko-san”.

Nishinoya pivots on his heel, whip-like and buzzing. You’re not sure which name he reacted to more. Asahi or Saeko. “Where?” his gaze locks in on the pair across the room. “I’ll talk to you guys in a bit!”

Gone in a blink. “He never slows down,” Sugawara sighs, shaking his head fondly. “Guess that’s my cue,” he says before parting ways. Yachi waves after them.

An idea strikes you then. “Say, Yacchan. You’re next to me, right?” you glance toward the long tables set up around the dance floor and meet her gaze with a suggestive smile. “Would you want to sit next to Yamaguchi instead? I don’t mind swapping”.

Their relationship had blossomed over the past few months. A long, slow burn finally come to fruition, new enough that mention of it usually makes her turn pink. But the light in her eyes dims at your suggestion, and rather than flustered, Yachi looks uncertain.

Her fingers form a loose clasp around your forearm. “Tadashi is seated next to Tsukishima,” she explains gingerly. You feel yourself freeze and the kind motion of her thumb strokes circles along the inside of your wrist.

You let out a shaky exhale. “That’s okay. I don’t mind,” you tell her before the consequences of what you’re offering can really be cemented. Yachi’s eyes widen, her grip tighter on your hand as you squeeze back in an attempt at reassurance, knowing your smile looks brittle. “It’s probably for the best. We haven’t… talked yet”.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”.

“Are you sure you’re sure?”

“Hitoka,” you laugh, bumping your shoulders together. “I promise I’ll survive”.

You regret it not two minutes later.

Anticipation fizzes under your skin as you spot him. On approach you give him a cursory look over, the harsh beat of your heart ricocheting in your chest. Tsukishima looks good—he always does, but today, dressed in his dark, double breasted suit, with the golden hour light carding fingers through his neatly styled hair, you think he’s never looked better.

It is disconcerting to see him again and realise that your feelings haven’t changed much in the slightest.

You sit in the chair beside him. You see his spine draw taut in the corner of your eye and feel an oscillating loneliness; so alike those final few weeks together that cold dread seeps between the spaces in your ribs and steals your breath.

“Tsukishima,” you incline your head, impersonal and cautious, hating how foreign his surname is on your tongue.

A beat passes before he repeats your name in greeting, soft as a psalm despite the dour expression on his face. You’re overcome with the urge to poke the uncomfortable crease in his brow. To smooth it out and kiss the skin there, the way you used to do.

You shift in your seat. The arms curve around your midsection and knock against your elbows as you fiddle with the table cloth, “I told Yacchan that Yamaguchi could have my seat so they can sit together. I hope that’s alright”.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” and you know the clipped answer is reflexive by the way his jaw locks in frustration at himself. Bracing for what you’ll say next.

Only, your mouth curls up a little, and you exhale a short laugh through your nose. You haven’t seen him this skittish since your first year of highschool. You consider that maybe you aren’t the only one who’s scared. That things are the same and they are not the same. The thought is bittersweet, but it’s nice, the way his trepidation gives way to muted awe, how he sends you sidelong glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

The music picks up in a grand crescendo as the newlyweds enter the hall and the reception begins with a raucous applause. A rich aroma unfurls as the food is served, the depth of the flavour layering over the already present notes of wildflower and honey. Drinks are handed to the guests. Generously. You swirl the liquid gold around the rim of your glass, luxuriating in the syrupy inebriation of a gently oaked chardonnay.

“So, uh. How’ve you been?”

Tsukishima, to his credit, does not startle at the question. “Fine,” he says, and you think he might leave it at that when he adds, “The museum received another new Crinoid collection last month, so I’ve been preoccupied”.

You grasp at the conversational thread, not wanting him to stop, “Crinoids?”

“Marine animals. They still exist today, though not as common. You might’ve heard of sea lilies and feather stars,” he shrugs halfheartedly, not daring to look away from his deep fried tofu, though it’s clear he can’t help talking about his work with pride. “Ours are from the Triassic period”.

“Just like the, uh—” you click your fingers to conjure the name from thin air “—Gojirasaurus! Your favourite, right?”

Tsukishima pauses. It’s a fleeting thing, but you notice. The corner of his lips curves into a barely-there smile. He seems pleased that you remembered. You busy your hands with repositioning the cutlery a fourth time so maybe, hopefully, you can distract yourself enough not to say something stupid like: “If I visit, will you show it to me?” or “Do you miss me, like I miss you?”

You clear your throat. “I hear the Sendai Frogs have been doing well, too. Congratulations on moving up to division one”.

Those aureate eyes are sliding to you again, bright and searching. Tsukishima arches his brow in a delicate mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was sixteen and even more so now. “Keeping tabs on me, are you?”

There’s mirth trickling into his voice, giving it a familiar smarmy lilt. A wave of emotion washes over you. Embarrassment and heart-twisting-happiness. You shove some rice into your mouth and chew it down to fine paste, vying for time to formulate a coherent sentence. “No. I read about it in the latest Volleyworld issue,” you reply unconvincingly.

“You don’t read Volleyworld”.

“How would you know that?”

Tsukishima takes a shallow breath and nods. The warm gloam of late afternoon mellows his taut features. “I’ve been reading too,” he says after another sip of wine. “I saw you finally published your book”.

Dread seized the inner workings of your mind and the apology on the tip of your tongue curdles. Time ticks by, one sickening second after another. Your eyes dip low to avoid his gaze—which for some reason, he refused to direct anywhere else.

Your recollection of the break up itself was hazy at best. There had been no raised voices, no desperate movie-esque kiss, no slammed doors. Only grief filling your body like lead, and jumbled, half-hysterical thoughts of ‘Is this it? Are we giving everything up, just like that?’

You remember everything that followed, though. The inability to accept reality. It is said if a writer falls in love, that love can never die. And so you kept writing, and writing, and writing; perceiving love through different lenses, creating different endings; relying on metaphors of natural forces and disasters, of cannibalism and gluttony, of journeys and patience to make sense of it all. Six months after everything fell apart you completed the final draft of ‘The Vanishing Moon’, dedicating a final testimony to him in small print on the first page.

Given the choice, I would’ve rather had you at my side than any one of these words.

Has he seen it? Is that what he’s getting at? Did he read through all eighteen chapters and meticulously pick out the remnants of him you pressed between the pages?

“Noya said it made him cry,” you eventually reply.

Tsukishima signals for another drink. He takes two flutes from the server, handing one to you. You accept it with a soft ‘thanks’, hoping he didn’t notice the tremor in your fingers. “Nishinoya-san cried when he found out swans can be gay,” he points out.

“You cried at The Land Before Time”.

“What kind of cold hearted bastard doesn’t cry at The Land Before Time?”

Laughter bubbles up in your chest as the initial dread ebbs away and the tension seeps from your shoulders. Tsukishima dips his chin, a small smile as he mutters, “That’s better”.

In the centre of the hall Tanaka cradles Kiyoko in his arms, now surrounded by clusters of their loved ones whirling with their own partners, a hurricane of colour and laughter and love. Tsukishima observes them with a solemn gleam in his eye. That could’ve been us, his heart says in chorus with your own.

“Do you remember that time we danced together in third year, at the summer festival? I tried to kiss you and gave you a nosebleed”.

“I remember”.

Your gaze drops to the bottom of your glass. At the time you had been mortified. Now it’s a story you would share at your own wedding table. The thought cleaves your heart in half.

“Do you remember the song that was playing?”

“Why are you bringing this up?” Tsukishima snaps. “Yes, I remember everything. I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to. Happy?”

There’s a surge of something devastating in your chest, like love and heartbreak all at once, strong enough that you feel as if your ribs might splinter just to make room for it. But they don’t—and you don’t, because you’ve felt this before, and your body remembers.

You remember.

Suddenly the room is too hot, and the music is too loud. “Sorry. I’ll be back in a minute,” you murmur, pushing your chair back and getting to your feet.

“Wait,” in one short breath there are long, calloused fingers circling your wrist. You do wait. Tsukishima hesitates, the pressure elevates, and as you lean away your palm slips into his, skin kissing skin. Then he’s standing, towering over you. “I’ll come with you. I know a place that’s quiet”.

Tsukishima does not let go of your hand, and you don’t let go of his. He walks a few steps ahead guiding you through the throngs of people. Some familiar heads turn, their attention drawn immediately to the place where your bodies meet, and shooting you various looks of encouragement or confusion. Yamaguchi sees you pass and his mouth splits into a grin so wide that his eyes crinkle.

You’re not sure where it is he’s taking you, only that his promise of finding quiet is true. The cacophony simmers and soon enough the festivities are muffled entirely. Just when you think you’ve wound up at the end of a corridor it curves, leading to a pair of french doors. “Come on,” Tsukishima ushers you out onto a balcony.

What you’re greeted by makes your breath catch. The world as it is around you comes to a standstill, the fabric of reality peeling away. An orange yolk dips below the horizon and the sunset hour drapes across the ostensibly endless meadow hidden behind the Karumai Gardens. Rolls of grass sway in the wind, peppered with wildflowers of every shade.

You move to stand at the balcony’s edge. Tsukishima drops his hand, and your fingers curl into your palm. The shadows grow longer, the air cooler. The evening insects begin to sing. You’re warmed still by the wine thrumming in your bloodstream.

“Hey, Tsukki?”

He comes to stand beside you, folding his arms atop the wall. “Don’t call me that”.

“Oh,” you swallow against the swell in your throat. “Sorry, Tsukishima”.

Tsukishima’s expression twists into a scowl. There’s a blush creeping toward his ears. “I didn’t mean that,” he says. You blink and wait for him to elaborate, which only flusters him further. He stares stubbornly at the border. “Just—call me as you normally would. Anything else sounds wrong in your mouth”.

The name leaves you in an instant. Hushed—not whispered, “…Kei”.

He makes an inquisitive noise, strangled as it is.

“You didn’t say what you thought of it,” you continued. “My book”.

You feel a rush of adrenaline when Kei doesn't answer immediately, unable to read his expression. “Good,” he says, veiled indifference belied by the restless twisting of a cufflink between his forefinger and thumb. “It was good”.

“Well, that’s practically a Pulitzer recommendation coming from you”.

“Shut up,” he huffed, gaze flitting across your face and dropping to your tentative, uncertain beginning of a smile. He wets his lips and glances away. Heartened, both by the alcohol and his reciprocation, you press closer in small increments, and Kei flowers under your gentle persuasion, like he always used to.

“This okay?”

In lieu of a reply you are ensconced by a warm, firm chest and two strong arms around your back that show no sign of withdrawing. The low timbre of his voice vibrates under your cheek, “Who was it for?”

“Hm?”

“The book. You dedicated it to someone”.

You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut. You’re glad, in part, that he can’t see the emotion written plainly on your face. “Nobody,” you answer lightly, angling to position your ear right over his beating heart. “Just an ex. You don’t know him”.

“Right,” Kei says, drawing out the ‘l’ the way he does when conceding a point he knows he’s correct about. It sounds so fond that you want to curl up where you’re resting, like some benevolent cat. “Guy must’ve been a dick”.

“I was too. We made a lot of mistakes, I think,” you say. If nothing came of this you would at least be able to revisit it; to pick at the scab and stop the wound from closing over too soon. There’s comfort in that. You crane your head and meet his gaze, nervous but unwavering. “But even if he was kind of a dick, I miss him a lot”.

“Yeah?” his eyes soften, half lidded and dark. “He misses you too”.

“He told you that, did he?” your mouth trembles. Kei dips to bring your foreheads together, and the hard frame of his glasses bumps your eyebrow. You share a shaky exhale of laughter.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, brow pinched with regret. Again, “I’m sorry. I know I fucked up”.

You feel your jaw quiver. The familiar burn behind your eyes. Tears so close you can taste them. “We both did. Don’t shoulder the blame on your own”.

“But I made you feel lonely,” he says.

You tuck your chin and whisper, “Yes”.

His fingers splayed across your cheek, pinky tucked beneath your jaw as he cradled your face in his hand, tilting until you’re staring back at the reflection in his pupils. Puffy and damp, eyelashes clumped with tears. What a sight.

Kei strokes his thumb in an arc beneath your eye. A tear beads on his nail, slipping into the crook of his hand. The inexpressible tenderness is overwhelming yet you are underwhelmed by the inaction. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed by the whine in your voice as you ask, “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Demanding as ever. What happened to ‘please’?” he murmurs. And then he kisses you.

It is slow at first, hesitant, leaving room for you to pull away. But with every languid movement of Kei’s lips came a sweet affirmation, that which you took and took until you no longer felt unworthy of receiving it. His hand flutters at your waist. You take a shuddered breath, pressing closer into his embrace and deepening the kiss. In his distraction you take him by the wrist, encouraging him to touch. There’s an immediate, reverent grip at your hip, kneading over your clothes.

This is what you’d been longing for. The feeling you couldn’t transpose; that which people have long tried to capture. The esoteric, giddy anticipation and joy that bubbled between two people on the precipice of something bigger than themselves. Even with an affinity for stringing words together you are scarcely able to describe it. Immense and overwhelming, light and dark, tender and everything in between.

Kei pulls away for breath with a low, vibrating hum, wearing a smile that you thought you’d never see outside of your memories. Almost boyish when he looks at you. The distance is an inch too many but it is just that—an inch. “Eager,” he teases, only to kiss you again, twice as eager.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved love stories.

But love doesn’t only exist in stories.

You remember that, now.

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyu x reader

[jamespotterismydaddy]

The Maid

aemond x maid!reader

A/N: from a request! hope you enjoy

I’m too tired to be writing

TW: smut, DUBCON, breeding kink, tummy bulge

word count: 1,172 words

You were pleased with the upgrade in position. The prince’s maid has been a position you’ve long coveted. It’s better pay than being a scullery maid and Prince Aemond is kind… and handsome. You must admit that you enjoy your opportunities to linger and watch when he isn’t fully dressed even if you know how much trouble you would be in if caught.

“Run me a bath.” He calls out to you gently as you fold his clothes.

“Yes, my prince.” You reply obediently before beginning to heat some water.

You take a few trips with the bucket and when the tub is full, you curtsey and make your way to the door to give him privacy as you always do.

“You may stay and continue your other tasks.” The words surprise you but you do as he wishes.

As you fold the clothes, you can hear him beginning to undress. Every garment that you hear hit the floor makes the heat grow even hotter in your stomach. You want so desperately to look as you hear the swish of water that tells you Aemond is now in the bath but you know the trouble you would get in for gazing upon the prince naked would be much worse than simply seeing him in informal clothes.

“The water isn’t warm enough.” You know what the statement means. He wants you to fetch more water and bring it to him. 

“Shall I call on your manservant?” It’s your last hope at propriety. The prince doesn’t make much use of his manservant, preferring to tend to his bathing and dressing himself, but a male should be the one to do such a thing.

“You’re right here. You will do it.” The tone of his voice says it all.

You heat more water and stare at the floor as you bring over the bucket.

“Thank you.” He says as you pour it in.

“You’re welcome, my prince.”

“You will look at me when you address me.”

You try to look at his face as quickly as you can but you can’t help the way your eyes linger on his body. The heat rises to your cheeks and you hope he didn’t notice your lasting gaze. “M-My apologies, your grace.”

“Which part are you apologizing for, not looking at me when I speak to you… or staring at my cock?” There’s a sly smirk on his lips after he speaks the last part of the sentence.

“I-I wasn’t - I didn’t intend to-”

“Are you calling me a liar?” His tone may be amused but you know you could get in real trouble for such a thing.

“Of course not!” You’re so nervous now that you hardly know what to say.

“Hush, darling. I’m not upset. Even if you are a naughty little thing.” He teases and you blush harder. “I do need your help though.”

“Anything, my prince.” You speak out quickly, desperate to not displease him.

“Take another look down.”

“Beg pardon?” You’re in disbelief. “You want me to look at your…”

“My cock? Yes.” It’s a simple command so you listen and look back down. He’s hard and long and… throbbing. You press your thighs together. “I seem to have this same affliction whenever you’re around. I get so hard that I ache and no amount of pumping or whores can make me stop desiring you.”

You gasp at the admission. He’s never spoken so lewdly in your presence, you hardly thought he was capable of such a thing.

“The only thing I haven’t tried is fucking you.” His eye gazes hungrily over you. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to strip off that dress, get in the tub, and ride my cock until exhaustion takes you over.”

You just stare at him for another moment, the words not fully clicking in your head.

“Do you need to be punished? Because if I don’t fuck you right now then that’s what’s going to happen.” You snap out of it.

“I will of course please you, my prince.” 

You make quick work on the ties of your dress and pull it off, your corset going with it. You take your small clothes off from under your shift and walk closer to him.

“Don’t be a tease. Take everything off.”

You nod, feeling ever so flustered, but you pull off the shift so you’re bare to him.

He rakes over your body, looking like a ravenous wolf. “Good girl. You’re just as pleasing as I had hoped. Now get in and let your prince fill you.”

With shaky legs, you step into the tub, kneeling around him so his cock barely brushes against you.

“Have you ever had a man inside you?”

“No.” You whisper out and he smiles once again.

“Sit down on it, baby. I’ll guide you.” He says, tender and as trustworthy as a fox.

He helps you line up and you lower slowly, feeling him stretch you even more than you imagined it would.

“It’s too big.” You whine softly

“I know. But you’ll take it all if you want to be my special girl.” You hate how the words make your heart flutter, how you like the idea of being his kept mistress. 

You sit all the way down on him, feeling the head against your cervix. You whimper out, clenching around him.

“If you keep squeezing like that then i’ll bend you over the tub and treat you like the little harlot you are.” He warns and you want to be his good girl so you try and ease up. “That’s it.” His hands begin to move your hips. “You gotta learn to take it properly.”

You start bouncing on him slowly, the delicious feeling of being filled overcoming you. His fingertips grip into your hips in the most bruising way and it makes you moan loudly for him. The water sloshes over the edge of the tub as you keep your pace, relishing the feeling of your clit rubbing against his pelvis. He quickly becomes tired of your slow pace and begins to thrust up every time you come down so he’s sheathed even deeper inside you.

“O-Oh…” You gasp out.

“I know you like it. Such a simple little thing. I bet you’ve thought about this for so long. Could’ve had you begging on your knees for my cock before week’s end.” 

He pistons up harder inside of you now as you feel yourself getting closer.

“You can cum right after I fill you with mine. Gonna put my babe in this belly.” He rubs his hand over your tummy, appreciating the visible bulge from his thick cock. The sight alone is what makes him cum and before long, you’re squeezing around him too.

“Perfect little maid.” He murmurs, holding your chin in his hand. “Thank your prince for his seed.”

“Thank you, my prince.” You say obediently. His fingers run through your hair as you speak, deciding that he will definitely be keeping you around.

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#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #hotd #hotd smut #aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I've been waiting for this one

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Synopsis: Satoru wasn't dumb. He saw the way you looked at his best friend. He picked up on the way you were always sure to laugh at his jokes, heard the name "Suguru" catch in your throat when it should have been "Satoru." And he saw the way Suguru coveted you, not even bothering to hide it. But, that was fine. Because Satoru thought of it too. Kinks: Cuckholding, Cum Play, Over stimulation,Double Penetration, and Dumbification

“There is no way I heard you correctly.” Suguru scoffed at Gojo’s suggestion.

“I think you did.” Gojo smirked as he looked at his best friend- confused and embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. He wondered if Geto blushed like that when he came.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Suguru doubled down, “I highly doubt you just asked me if I wanted to fuck your girlfriend.”

“So you did hear me.” Gojo smiled. Satoru wasn’t dumb. He saw the way you looked at Suguru, just like how he saw the way Suguru looked at you. He noticed how you laughed too hard at his jokes, and how Suguru always found convenient excuses to touch you. All of his suspicions were proven correct last night, when the wrong name slipped out of your mouth when he was in between your legs.

But, that was fine. Satoru would be lying if he said he didn’t think about it too.

He thought about it constantly.

“No, dude, I’m not going to do that.” Suguru scoffed, albeit reluctantly. His reluctance honestly surprised Gojo, he thought the man would jump at the opportunity to be in the sheets with you.

“What, why not?” Gojo demanded.

“Because,” Suguru sighed, trying to reregulate his heartbeat, “What if it makes things weird between us? What if you get jealous?” Aww, he was so cute!

“I promise Suguru, if anything, it’ll only make us closer.” Gojo winked.

“I don’t know.” Geto shook his head. He had thought about it, sure. Suguru fantasized about you almost every night since Gojo had started bringing you around. He thought about what you would taste like on his tongue and how you would feel on his cock. He imagined the sounds you would make and the way your face would scrunch. He fantasized about bending you over Gojos counter and showing you that you chose the wrong man more times than he could count. But, fantasizing about something and acting on it were two totally different things. 

“Well then, maybe this will convince you-” Gojo grinned as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Satoru-” Suguru warned.

“Chill man, she said I could show you.” Gojo assured his friend as he opened his camera roll, “We filmed it just for you anyway.” He handed the phone to Sugruu, letting him press play on his own. 

Suguru sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth as he watched the video. You looked up at the camera with tears in your eyelashes, sucking on his best friend's cock like your life depended on it. Suguru couldn’t help but imagine how you would feel around his own dick. Would you be able to take him all in? How much teeth would you use? Would you moan like a whore for him the way you did for your boyfriend? Fuck. 

“Okay, I’m sold.” Turns out Suguru wasn’t as attached to his morals as he thought he was, “When do we want to do this?”

“How does Halloween sound?” Satoru grinned

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You sat curled into your boyfriend's side watching Scream and trying to calm your nerves. You knew what was supposed to happen tonight, and honestly you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Halloween evening. But you were still nervous, unsure how to bridge the gap. 

“Does it ever piss anyone else off how useless the parents are in this movie?” Gojo asked, “Like, “Oh, there's a serial killer going around specifically targeting kids from your school? Of course you can go to that giant party! That won’t be an easy target for the killer, it’s perfect.”” He mocked.

“Oh, I always just assumed they hated their kids.” Suguru shrugged, making you laugh. He smiled, your reaction only egging him on, “I mean, I would. There’s not a single person here that’s not insufferable, minus Syd.”

“Hey, Stu’s not that bad!” You giggled in defense of your favorite slasher.

“Yeah, Stu’s great! Ya know, as long as he’s not literally disemboweling you.” Suguru teased you with a laugh.

“I like Billy.” Gojo shrugged.

“You want to fuck Billy.” Suguru corrected.

“Who doesn’t want to fuck Billy?”

“Syd, apparently.”

“Eh, she comes around eventually.” Gojo said, waving his hand in the air. You laughed as you stood up.

“I’m going to grab a beer,” You announced, “I’ll be right back.” The boys both booed at your words.

“Have you learned nothing?!” Gojo scoffed.

“You’re gonna get stabbed now, look what you’ve done!” Suguru sighed. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“See, that logic only works if I’m not the killer.” You winked as you went to the kitchen. You grabbed your beer from the fridge and immediately opened it, drinking half right there. You cringed at the taste. Fucking IPAs. They all looked pretty and fun, and yet they all tasted like fucking boot sweat. You returned to the couch, and almost sat back down next to Satoru.

Until you remembered the point of the night. You put your drink on the coffee table, and sat down not just next to Suguru, but right in his lap. His eyes widened a bit in shock, but it was quickly replaced with a smug confidence as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome back.” He smirked, pressing you into his chest. You looked over to Satoru, feeling his eyes burn into you. His expression would be unreadable, if not for the way he bit his lower lip. You winked back at him, before nuzzling into the crook of Sugurus neck. 

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How did you get here again? You tried to walk back in time. You remembered sitting on Sugurus lap, playing with his hair while he gripped your ass. You remember him trying to sneak a kiss on your neck, trying to hide the affection from your boyfriend. You remembered Satrou saw it anyway.

And somehow that led you here, naked and moaning helplessly as Sugurus tongue continued its assault on your clit, two of his fingers bullying your pussy as your boyfriend watched on with ravenous eyes. You groaned as Suguru curled his fingers into your g-spot again, building up the pressure in your stomach to an almost unbearable amount. You curled your fingers into his hair as you bucked your hips into him, greedy and desperate for your release. 

“Suguru…” You whine, and you hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s moan from the chair opposite the bed. You almost felt bad, forcing him to watch you be with another man. You almost felt wrong, being touched like this by his best friend, and enjoying it maybe just a little too much-

He curled his fingers into your soft spot again, that coupled with the sharp sucking on your clit, suddenly you weren't worried about ethics. Suddenly you were more focused on the wall of bliss that hit you as your climax overtook you, hitting you like a train and leaving your thighs trembling around Sugurus head as you desperately called out his name. 

He pulled back, wiping your slick off his face with a soft, satisfied smile. “You were right Satoru, she does taste like candy.” He chuckled darkly.

“I know.” Satoru rasped out, more affected by this than he expected to be. Torn between his need to push Suguru away from you and remind you who your boyfriend was- and his desperate desire to see how well you took his most trusted confidant's cock. You almost moaned, again as you took in Sugurus form, shirt long since discarded and hair an absolute mess. It was a vision that should be hanging in a fucking museum, and left you craving more of him.

“Yeah, did you know she was this much of a slut too?” He asked as he leaned over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving another trail of marks there.

“Had a hunch.” Satoru moaned, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. Did he say Suguru could mark you? He didn’t think he did. 

“Suguru…” You moaned softly as you felt his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name Doll,” He chuckled, lifting off of you and gesturing to his belt. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved faster than you thought possible as you worked to undo his pants. You felt almost pathetic with how needy you were. You hadn’t wanted cock this bad since…well.

Since the first time you were with Gojo.

“Aww, she's so eager to please,” Suguru cooed, fondly petting the back of your head as you freed him from his jeans, “Are you the one that trained her to be this cock hungry Satoru, or did she come like that?”

“Nope.” Satoru swallowed dryly, “That’s all me.” His cock was unfairly hard, and straining uncomfortably against his own jeans. He grinded his hand down on his tent, trying to relieve some tension. Suguru looked over at him and laughed. 

“Look at your boyfriend darling,” He hummed, taking your jaw and turning your head right as you got to his boxers, “He’s more fucked out than you and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.” 

“Satoru…” You mumbled softly. Gojo felt his chest tighten and his dick twitch. Fuck. 

“Feel good Baby girl?” He asked. You knew a loaded question when you heard one. And luckily, Suguru did too. He finished taking his pants off and pulled you into a heated kiss. Needy lustful, and far too passionate for what was essentially a glorified one night stand. Somewhere in the intoxicating sensation of his tongue dancing with yours, you started to get the idea that he was catching feelings too.

He abruptly pushed you back on the bed, angling your hips to line up with his. He grinned. “Such a pretty pussy, fitting for such a pretty girl,” He praised, “Gonna make you cum harder than your boyfriend ever could.”

“Good fucking luck,” Satoru hissed, almost subconsciously undoing his jeans, “That’s my girl Suguru. No one makes her feel as good as I do.”

“Is that so?” Suguru scoffed, running the thick tip of his cock against your slit and gathering the slick there, “Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?” Satoru’s eyes didn’t leave Suguru’s dick, his shoulders tensing with anticipation and annoyance as he waited for him to enter you. For his best friend to desecrate the temple that previously belonged only to him. 

“Your girl.” Suguru smirked as he pushed into you, watching the way your body seized as you took in a sharp breath. You called out his name, gripping down on him and sending a shiver rolling down his spine. Fuck fuck. He was never going to be able to go back to his hand after this. “If I win, we make this a regular thing.” he managed to force out.

“And if I win?” Satoru asked, finally giving into himself and releasing his dick. 

“Well if you win I won’t steal your girlfriend.” Suguru laughed as he set his pace. Gojo felt rage explode in his chest at the thought that Suguru could steal you from him, and an indescribable excitement that he even wanted to. He moaned softly as he started to work himself in his hand in time to Sugurus thrusts into you. 

“Bet. You heard the man Baby Girl, that means you can’t cum.” Gojo laughed humorlessly.

“N-no fair!” You gasped out as Suguru pushed straight into your g-spot. It was like he instinctively knew your body and how to make it melt for him. Like he was born to fuck you into oblivion. 

“Don’t listen to him Sweetheart.” Suguru groaned as your plush walls pulled him in, “You can cum as many times as you want for me.” He assured you, moving his hand to rub expert circles into your sensitive clit. You whined pathetically as the pleasure started to build in your stomach. Already your body buzzed with need, your previous orgasm making your body overly reactive to him. You clawed at the sheets to try and ground yourself.

“Fuck, Suguru, so good..” You huffed, before biting your lip to try and distract yourself from the bliss that was filling you. Gojo whined from his spot away from the bed, wanting nothing more than to be the one making those pretty sounds come from your mouth.

“Fuck Satoru.” Suguru groaned to try and distract himself- he didn’t want to cum yet either, “This pussy is divine. You get this every night? You’re a lucky man.” He laughed. Gojo felt a sick sense of pride swell in his chest. He knew your pussy felt divine, he was the one who chrisented it. He knew how lucky he was that it was his. He wondered if Suguru knew how lucky he was to get to feel it for even a night.

He wanted nothing more than to push Suguru away from you. To fold you in half and remind you who your fucking boyfriend was. To cover all of those awful marks that weren’t his. He couldn’t bring himself to move though. Because as much as he hated the scene before him, he couldn’t deny it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. Watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend stupid was better than opium. 

“I-I’m so close please-” You gasped as you felt your cunt clench around Suguru, and his groan filled your ears. You felt like you were on fire with desire, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tsunami of euphoria building up inside you. 

“Hold it.” Gojo growled, frustration growing with his hands inability to replicate how you felt.

“Ignore him Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed in your ear, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, “Cum all over me, show me how much you like my cock.” You tried, you tried so hard to listen to your boyfriend. But he just felt so fucking good. Every buck of his hips hit your sweet spot, every swipe of his finger sent electric waves through you. There was heroine in his touch and euphoria in his words. You couldn’t hold back.

You came hard around him, your cunt clenching him and pulling him in deeper. Ecstasy crashed down on you with a vengeance, rocking your body and leaving you trembling. Your body was already sensitive from your first climax, and this one felt 5 times as strong. Suguru gave Gojo a wicked grin as you creamed on him. He didn’t have to say it for them to both know what he was thinking.

Your girl, huh?

“And that makes two for me.” He laughed as he continued to buck into you. Gojo growled at his friend's cocky attitude. His hand wasn’t getting him anything other than frustration. He had to make a move.

“Does that feel good Baby Girl?” Gojo cooed to you. You nodded, struggling to catch your breath. Suguru just wouldn’t let up, and you were already trembling. “Use your words.”

“So good.” You whined. 

“Tell him what you want, Baby.” Gojo commanded. He knew if he wanted his turn, Suguru needed to nut. 

“I want you to fill me up,” You muttered, making eye contact with Suguru. You had been with Gojo long enough to know that ‘tell me what you want’ ment ‘bed for my load’ and you were more than happy to beg for Suguru. “I want you to cum inside me, please Sugu, you feel ‘s good, wanna make you feel good.” you slurred. And while your words made Gojo see red, he saw the way Suguru’s hips stuttered in their movement, saw the way his forearms flexed as he tightened his grip on you- trying to ground himself.

Suddenly, Gojo was out of his chair and behind Suguru. “She feels good doesn’t she?” He rasped into Sugurus neck, his hand tracing up from the brunette's happy trail and up his chest. 

“So fucking good.” Suguru groaned. He knew he should pull out. He knew he should switch positions, do something- anything- to keep from blowing his load just yet.

But fuck he was so close. 

“She takes cock good too.” Satoru chuckled, taking Sugurus' chin and pulling his head down. His eyes fell to where the two of you were connected. Where you were covering him with your thick slick, watching a white ring form in his pubes. “She wants your cum inside her Sug,” Gojo hummed, “Give her what she wants.” He punctuated his words with a sharp tug of Sugurus' long hair.  

Suguru fell apart. His normally steady rhythm became erratic as he came deep inside of you, shooting thick white ropes into your cervix. You screamed his name embarrassingly loud, his harsh thrusts coupled with the warm feeling inside of your overly sensitive body resulting in your third climax. You fluttered around him and milked Suguru’s cock for all it was worth, leaving you both exhausted after. 

Suguru glared at Gojo. That was a dirty cheater move from a spoiled brat. “That makes three for me.” He groaned as he pulled out. Gojo reached around Suguru, taking two fingers and gathering the cum leaking from your weeping hole. He brought it up to his lips, making a show of sucking his fingers clean of Sugurus seed.

He grinned as he pulled his fingers out with a pop. “That makes it my turn.”  he winked to hide how frantic he was. Seeing Suguru get lost in the pleasure of your cunt was by far the sexiest thing Gojo had ever seen, and more than anything he wanted to cum where Suguru did. Partly to claim you as his own again. But, mostly to fuck his best friends load deeper into you, to use it as lube as he brought you to yet another high.

Fuck, maybe he could share. 

Suguru moved out of the way, but didn’t go sit on the cuck chair. Instead he positioned himself behind you, resting your head in his lap. Gojo took his previous place, and wasted no time in shoving his cock in you up to his base. You yelped in shock as he did. Suguru may have been thicker than Gojo, but Satoru still had length on him. And the sudden attack on your cervix jolted you back to life.

“Suguru!” You yelped, head still spinning in bliss.

“Wrong.” Gojo snapped, with two hard- almost painful- thrusts of his hips, “”Try again Baby Girl.”

“Satoru…” You whimpered out as you realized your mistake. 

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m still here.” Suguru purred from behind you, bending down to kiss your lips. You moaned softly, before pulling away with a yelp as Satoru set a punishing pace.

“He might be here, but I’m the only one that matters.” He growled as he ruthlessly hyper focused your bullied g-spot. You whined as your body reacted to him, an intense stabbing pleasure coursing through you as a fog of lust further clouded your brain.

 The relief that flooded Gojo as he finally entered you was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had never been so needy before in his life, had never been forced to wait for anything. Finally sliding into your cum filled cunt was the closest Satoru Gojo was ever going to get to heaven. He growled as he chased his high inside of you, watching the way your eyes glazed over as your breath caught in your throat.

“You still with me Baby?” He asked with a soft laugh.

“”S so so good..” You slurred, feeling the buzzing bliss build up inside you and knowing you weren’t far away from orgasm number four. 

“Awe, how cute.” Suguru laughed as his hand found your chest and started to play with your nipples, “Our sluts real pretty when she’s cock drunk Satoru.”

 “Ain’t she?” Satoru grinned, completely missing the use of “Our” as opposed to “Your” but not missing the slick smirk on Sugurus face. He moved to throw your legs over his shoulders folding you and half and fucking you deeper than before. He grinned, now inches away from Suguru.

“What are you smirking at?”

“I’m smirking at how desperate you both are.” Suguru grinned. Satoru growled, realizing he was closer than he thought he was. His hand fell down to your overly sensitive clit fumbling to massage it, only for Suguru to brush his hand away. He started to rub you there instead.

“Here, let me help. Since you’re at such a disadvantage anyway.” Suguru smiled like he was helping to take in groceries and not finger fuck his best friends girl. 

“How generous of you.” Gojo scoffed.

“No problem Pretty Boy.” Gojo could feel his face catch fire at the pet name, and felt his hips stutter. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled at Suguru, looking down to hide how flustered he got and to try and focus on how warm and soft you felt.

“Make me.” Suguru laughed, using his free hand to pull Gojo up by the hair and force him to look at him. Satoru felt his heart skip a beat.

“You think I won’t?” Satoru chuckled to try and regain some confidence, “You think I won’t fuck you as soon as I’m done with he-” He was cut off by Suguru pulling him into a harsh kiss, all tounges and teeth and desperation. Satoru could taste you on Sugurus tongue, and he came harder than he had ever come in his life. Pleasure attacking his body with hard and fast waves as he desperately tried to fuck you through his high.

Suguru pulled back with a giant, wicked smirk. He watched as Gojos head fell next to yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh, did you cum already, Pretty Boy?” He tisked, “Guess that’s zero for you and three for me.” 

Gojo glared up at him through his eye lashes. “Oh, I’m not out yet.” He grumbled as he pulled out. He fell between your legs, and licked his lips at what he found. Your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, your natural lube mixing with his and sugurus loads and drizzling out of you. He wished he had his phone on him, a picture this pretty should be his lock screen. He licked it all up, taking the concoction onto his tongue and tasting how well the three of you mixed. 

“Oh, you really are a freak.” Suguru teased.

“You say while in bed with me.” Gojo scoffed before going back to his meal, eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You tasted immaculate on your own, but the taste of him, the taste of Suguru mixing with your own sweetness was a new type of drug. You whined in oversensitive pleasure as you dug your nails into his snow white hair.

“Here, let me help,” Suguru hummed, reaching a hand down and massaging your clit. “Our girl deserves it.” The added stimulation was so fucking much. Your body was still trembling and hyper aware. You had never cum more than three times in a night, and your body wasn’t ready for the fourth- despite desperately wanting it. You whined a name (maybe Gojos?) As pleasure filled your brain and replaced any coherent thought you could have had. 

Suguru looked down at you and felt his cock get harder at the scene. Your eyes were glazed over with intense lust and need, mouth hanging open as drool began to dribble down your chin. Your hair was fucked and your breathing ragged, and the thin sheen of sweat made you seem to glow. He leaned down and kissed you again, capturing your lips with a desperate need and what he hoped you knew was adoration.

You came harder than you had ever cum in your life. It was almost painful- the electrical fire of pleasure that burned through your body, incinerating whatever common sense you had left and leaving nothing but a needy whore in its wake. You grinded against Gojos face, hips thrusting frantically despite the pain. Suguru pulled away, you screamed as Satoru worked you through your high, your body unsure how to handle all the stimulation.

Gojo pulled away-collecting his and Sugurus cum on his tongue- only to pull up and kiss you. He filled your mouth with the flavors of the three of you, and you kissed him back greedily. Satoru pulled back, licking at the line of drool that connected you two. He sat up.

“You still with us, Pretty Girl?” He asked, and you whined out softly.

“I don’t know Satoru, I think she’s reaching her limit.” Suguru said, lovingly brushing your hair out of your face. The care in his eyes as he looked at you set something on fire inside of Gojo, though he didn’t know what. 

“I think she can take one more.” He said, pulling you from his friends arms and into his own. Suguru almost punched him, having you taken from his arms activating a protective part of his brain he didn’t even know he had. He had to remind himself that you were Gojo’s girl too before he did something violent.

Gojo laid down next to Suguru, giving him a wink as he guided you down onto his hardened cock. Suguru watched the way your back arched as you were filled once again. The ragged moan you let out was music to his ears as Gojo started to thrust into you from under you. Without even realizing it, Geto’s fingers found your free hole, slowly working you open while the pleasure from Gojos cock distracted you from any pain you may have felt.

He couldn’t let Satoru have you alone. Gojo noticed and raised an eyebrow at him, then grinned. “If you thought her cunt was nice, wait until you feel her ass.” He laughed. You didn’t even process Gojos words, definitely not fast enough to take them as the warning that they were. All you knew, was suddenly your ass was on fire and you felt more full than you had ever been in your life.

“Motherfucker!” You shouted out, using the last of your brain function to push back onto him.

“Oh, so she can still speak.” Gojo teased. Suguru growled as he pounded into your tight little ass in time with Gojos thrusts. You shook your head. 

“Too much, ‘s much-” You slurred. 

“You can handle it Princess,” Suguru groaned into your ear. He used one hand to brace himself against your hip, and his other to play with your clit. You whined and it really was all too much. The way Satoru’s long cock perfectly graced your g-spot, how Sugurus expert fingers massaged your nub, how full both of the men made you feel. You felt so far out of your body and so overwhelmed by them all at once.

 All of it combined together into a crescendo, a tidal wave of ecstasy and euphoria crashing into you and sending you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Your didn’t realize how fucking good it felt to be treated like a toy, to be fucked with reckless abandon and to your absolute limit. Your mind went blank as stars exploded in front of your eyes, and you were forced to endure them as they fucked you through your so-good-it-hurt orgasm. 

Satoru was next to lose it. The view of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself on them- cumming on not just his cock, but on Sugurus at the same time. He came hard inside of you, filling your already filled pussy to the brim and watching as it all leaked out of you.

Suguru wasn't far behind, your tight warm walls pulling it out of him with efficiency. He didn’t bother to pull out either, not until he had fully unloaded into you. Not until he was forced to. He pulled out as you collapsed onto Satoru. Gojo slipped out as he rolled you onto your side next to him, and smiled as Suguru crumbled onto your opposite side.

“You did so good Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed as he kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“You were such a good girl for us.” Satoru confirmed as he kissed your forehead, and draped one of his arms around you. The two men cuddled you close, sandwiching you in between them. 

“So this means I win, right?’ Suguru smirked, “Four to one?”

“What? Where did you get four?! Were three to two.” Gojo corrected. His friend just shrugged.

“All I’m hearing is that I win anyway.” 

“Why do you wanna win so bad anyway?’ Gojo pouted, “What, You like playing with my toys that much?”

“Yep.” Suguru wasn’t in the business of mincing words, “Hey man, this was all your idea to begin with. Why stop at one threesome?” Gojo hated to admit it, but he has a point.

“Because I’m sure my girl isn’t interested in a polycule.” he grumbled. He wasn’t sure about that. He wasn’t even sure he wasn’t interested.

“Did you ask her?” Suguru teased, “What do you think, Baby Girl? Want me in your bed again?”

“I think I’m very tired.” You muttered, feeling your eyes get heavy as the warmth of the boys comforted you. They both looked at each other, a little embarrassed to have glossed over the very obvious fact that you weren’t really able to have this conversation right now.

“Right, sorry Baby Girl.” Gojo muttered.

“Get some sleep, Beautiful.” Suguru sighed as he kissed your head again, “Happy Halloween Baby.”

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☆★ ! afab!reader. exhibitionism w the boys. ofc, lots of cum. unprotected. good ol creampie. warnings are written on each character’s part ++ just a lil something for the short kings && before i disappear for my midterms ! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) not proofread.

Discipline has been long entrenched in their bones. Who would’ve thought that it easily crumbles in the face of a pussy so insatiable?

CYNO + feral!cyno. it’s what we deserve.

placed in the top brass of people who rid sumeru of any peril, cyno’s mastery of the rules is indisputable. rules that are ingrained in his system like ancient runes carved into stone and that which hinders wickedness from fostering in the land of dendro. whispers might soar of how malleable said rules are under his jurisdiction, but hearsays grow wingless against the general mahamatra’s ascendancy.

until then, he would treat your pussy like a drop of water in his parched throat and stick his poor cock deep in your guts anywhere he covets. you can be as loud as you want: the reassurance he often whispers while wiping the fat head of his tip along your slit. he’d fuck you, then, until his name becomes a permanent echo inside and outside his tent until everyone in the campsite knows that the mahamatra is fucking you again. and once he departs the tent, expect not a soul to speak their dissent. for the rules are simple: none could go against someone who rules the desert.

XIAO + wrote this w beta xiao on my mind. corruption. predator & prey. i have gone completely crazy for him.

raised in a greater plain than mortals, an adeptus do not feel or bleed easily. and yet that has not hindered the people of liyue from beseeching adepti for good fortune nor the adepti from seeking warmth with a mortal. it is one thing, after all, to be blessed by an adeptus. but to be desired by one is an eternal musing on whether such a thing is a blessing or a curse.

xiao, the adeptus guarding wangshu inn, might be hostile, but in his being there lies a slumbering desire awakened by you. the dutiful person working in wangshu inn, who xiao fucks in every corner and in any way he pleases. to have an adeptus satisfying your mortal desires: you like this, so much more than what you’re willing to admit, he says while abusing his cock by fucking your cunt with fervent thrusts. licking your cheek before feverishly gasping against the wet skin, his body trembling as your sweet pussy sucks him in. all this talk merely to cover the truth that it is xiao who needs you to satiate the hunger unbefitting a respected adeptus like him.

KAZUHA + needy kazuha. overstimming himself. creampie. uhhh i’m so dizzy i don’t know what is this but i need him.

it takes unparalleled discipline to master the art of the blade. thousand swings and a thousand more callus before one can bend it to his will. even then, it is the blade that wields the man and not the other way around. this discipline has followed the ronin to this day, but meeting you certainly skewed him within. a corruption of sorts, and an indulgence far heavier than discipline: the lust you ignited in him.

there are trails of glossy cum spilling from your hole, which is being repeatedly plugged by kazuha’s fucked out cock. a pool of white semen on the ship’s deck, certain to leave stains once it dries. and yet none of you seems to care— minds too clouded by fucking, bodies too unstoppable. he pistols his cock through your creamy pussy with an audible cry, and your eyes cross at the feeling. his stretched-out shaft remains buried in your cum-filled walls. the sun peeks out on the horizon, but kazuha’s hips, despite their quivering, cannot stop pumping— obviously without regard to the rousing and yawning crews outside the room where he had fucked you in all night.

HEIZOU + prison sex. vvv nasty and i’m not sorry. creampie. feral!heizou. exhibitionism. itto watches from behind bars poor him <//3

for an exuberant detective like shikanoin heizou, solving a crime and apprehending lawbreakers is the pinnacle of joy. in inazuma, he has been acknowledged as the best one in the field. a weapon that even the tenryou commission finds taxing to wield. his desires have not any fetters, and he does what his heart pleases. however, aside from putting felons behind bars, it is making them physically suffer that gives heizou unrivaled euphoria.

the cool metal bars pressed against your cheek, totally fucked out and beyond coherence when heizou once again rams his hungry cock through your folds. his cum hasn’t stopped flowing from your hole, and it’s only ever growing thick inside your pussy with his ensuing climaxes. your eyes crisscross, clouding the image of utter stupefaction on itto’s face as he watches your tits bounce between bars with heizou’s feral humping. show him how good your cunt takes my cum, heizou says with a peal of manic laughter before turning your behind on itto, bending over, and showing your pulsing cunt as globules of cum fill the hole. heizou leans on the metal bars, then, with his cock out and sticking to his thigh before saying, be good, itto. who knows? i might let you fuck that pussy before i send you home.

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How to Become the Most Iconic It Girl in Your Reality

A Guide to Bring Your Dream Self to Life

“You are already that which you want to be, and your refusal to believe this is the only reason you do not see it.” Feeling is the Secret Ch. 1

I. Introduction ✧

Hello, my loves! This guide will help YOU become the person you have always dreamt of being as the starring role of your reality. We’re going to cover so much so I hope you’re ready to bid farewell to the person you used to be and get ready to transform into the most desirable version of yourself yet. Whether you aspire to be an it girl, it boy, it person or it god, whatever your preferred title is, if you desire to be other than what you currently are, this guide is for you.

Note: this was written through a law of assumption lens so if you’re looking for a glow up post that tells you to eat fruit and cut off toxic people this is not the one. If you haven’t read my guide about the law of assumption or are new to it I strongly recommend you read that one first before reading further, as everything written later on will make much more sense that way.

A. What’s to come.

The comprehensive purpose of this guide is to help you become the person you have always dreamt of being and to remind you that you no longer need to be unhappy with who you are because you get to create your own reality, meaning that you get to define yourself. Not your environment, not your peers, you. Your upbringing may have persuaded you of the fact that you are undeserving of anything you could ever desire, but you don’t need to go another day feeling insecure, unloved and miserable. Life is your creation. The days of you being confined to the image others have imposed unto you are a thing of the past now.  I don’t know who you were before you opened this guide but that person isn’t you anymore. From this point on, you have been an icon from BIRTH.

B. Breaking down the terms “iconic” and “it”.

Before we start, let’s define what an iconic it girl is first.

To be iconic means to be impactful. What makes an icon an icon is the fact that they don’t live up to standards or expectations because they live by their own rules and are not afraid to deviate from the conventional. The difference between an icon and a non-icon is that icons aren’t all talk, they ARE about it. 

“It” refers to a prominent and commendable quality in an individual that evokes intrigue and admiration, especially one that makes said individual spectacular or exceptional. The it factor is subjective because different qualities instigate intrigue across different people. In the case of this guide, the IT factor will ultimately be up to you to define.

If we fuse both terms together with the law of assumption in mind, an iconic it girl is one who’s in total control of her reality. She’s a sovereign, she’s above everything and everyone and nothing can cause her to waver in her conviction. She’s the center of the universe and nothing can ever challenge that thought in her head. She calls the shots and she does what she wants. An iconic it girl is a trend setter. She doesn’t follow trends nor standards, she creates them. Nobody tells her what she can or can’t do and nobody tells her who she is because she has an established conception of herself.

C. Why be an it girl?

It girls tend to be the girls you either want to be or be with because they seem to have it all: wealth, beauty, sex appeal, allure, social circle, relationship, achievements and/or an interesting lifestyle. You see these girls on social media and you covet the lives they lead but you feel suppressed by your current circumstances because reality conditions your desires. If you want to change your appearance, you must be rich and if you want to be rich, you must work hard. If you want to be extroverted, you must change your personality and if you want to change your personality, you must step out of your comfort zone. That’s the reality of life because life operates by logic. But, guess what? You are not limited to what we once accepted to be the “reality of life”. We are infinite beings capable of everything we could ever desire in this world. Anything someone else is or has can also be you/rs and in this guide I’ll explain how you can.

Now that we have established what an iconic it girl is and why we can aspire to be one, we will now proceed with HOW to do it and more importantly, where it all starts.

II. Conception ✧ of self.

“It is our conception of ourselves which frees or constrains us.” - No One To Change But Self

Self concept is how you see yourself in relation to the world and how you see the world in relation to you. All the assumptions you carry about the two comprise your conception of self, which as a result fashions the experiences you have in your world. From the way people treat you to the way you treat yourself, all of it has originated from your assumptions which harvested your state which has become part of your consciousness (what you know to be a fact at this very moment). Whether your goal is to manifest being an it girl or anything else, it always goes back to changing your self concept first, which is nothing more than a state.

A state is an attitude of mind comprised of beliefs (assumptions) and when we desire to change our self concept, we adjust our state of consciousness. You may not feel exceptional nor as if you have the it factor as of right now and that is credited to the contents of your state of consciousness. If you want to become an iconic it girl, you must first change your state into one of an it girl. How do you change states? Through feeling, by I AM.

A. I AM.

“I AM wealthy, poor, healthy, sick, free, confined were first of all impressions or conditions felt before they became visible expressions. Your world is your consciousness objectified. Waste no time trying to change the outside; change the within or the impression; and the without or expression will take care of itself. When the truth of this statement dawns upon you, you will know that you have found the lost word or the key to every door. I AM (your consciousness) is the magical lost word which was made flesh in the likeness of that which you are conscious of being.”- Your Faith Is Your Fortune Ch. 6

I AM is a declaration of self through what you are aware of being. You are incapable of speaking about yourself unless your statement begins with I AM. Manifesting becoming an it girl is not about acquiring something, it is about being the person who has that something through whatever comes after I AM:

I have money -> I AM [in the state of being] wealthy

I have perfect grades -> I AM [conscious of being] a stellar student

I have a partner -> I AM in a relationship

“Become identified with that character and feeling and you will be amazed how quickly you will realize your dream. The only sacrifice you are called upon to make, is to give up your present concept of self and appropriate the desire you want to express.”

B. EIYPO.

"Blind man sees the world objective to himself, something detached from himself. When man begins to awake he sees everything subjectively related; everything he meets is part of himself, and what he does not now understand, still he knows that it is related by affinity to some as yet unrealized force in his own being." - The Pruning Shears of Revision

Everyone is you pushed out accounts for the notion that whatever we think or assume of ourselves is pushed out into the world and reflected back to us. This means that the people around you will see you the way you see yourself and treat you accordingly. We manifest 24/7 through our established assumptions, so whether you have accepted as a fact that you are loved by everyone you meet or you aren’t very likable, your circumstances will evince that. However, that is not to say you are not entitled to feel upset when someone disrespects you. Although this may be a difficult truth to accept, the purpose of acceptance of it is to feel and realize that we are above what people say or how they treat us rather than to feel inferior because of it. So, how do we take this concept into consideration when we aim to become an it girl? We simply accept it as yet another facet of our realities that we are in control of. How do you get people to stop seeing you as the person you no longer want to be anymore? By changing self first. When you begin to see yourself as an it girl, the world will see you as one as well.

"There is no one to change but self. All you need to do to make men and women holy in this world is to make yourself holy. You are incapable of seeing anything that is unlovely when you establish within your own mind's eye the fact that you are lovely."- No One To Change But Self

III. Imagination ✧ Optimize your creative power.

“Everything in your world that you behold, though it appears without, it is within, in your imagination. And this wonderful imagination of yours is Christ Jesus. Imagination is the actual habitation of every created thing. No matter what you see in the world, it springs from your imagination. So that's where you go, that's the workshop, the garden of God.” - The Pruning Shears of Revision

A wonderfully comforting aspect of the law of assumption is that we all possess the inalienable gift that is to be able to grant upon ourselves whatever it is we desire to have, do or be. No matter what it is that you want, be it factual or fictional, existent or nonexistent, you can have anything. It is possible to become the person you have always wanted to be due to the lack of limitations in imagination. If you can think it, you can become it. Whether you desire to look like someone, have a relationship that mirrors the one in your favorite k-drama with your celebrity crush or be exactly like your comfort character, I could go on and on with examples of whatever it is you can have, do or be because when I tell you that you are a limitless being, I mean it wholeheartedly.

I must emphasize and drive this point home. All is possible in the world. Every possible desired life aspect you could ever fantasize about in your imagination exists because creation is finished. Whether it’s your dream home, career, income, accomplishments, possessions, relationship, friend group, physique, personality, lifestyle whatever it is you dream of having is possible to be conscious of because there are a myriad of states for us to choose from. That state already exists like a suit that is waiting for you to wear it until it becomes a natural part of your consciousness.

Because of this, it naturally makes sense to acknowledge that we no longer need to be neither humble nor jealous of another. If we know we can have absolutely anything in the world, even something already in the possession of another, why would we?

With our wonderful human imagination on our side, we can transcend the limitations that surround us. Whether you desire to get accepted into an ivy league university two years early with a 2.1 GPA or eat endlessly without gaining a single pound and jeopardizing your health, your limitless self is capable of becoming conscious of it and more, so let your imagination run free devoid of any restrictions when you define your it girl. The presentation of any circumstances do not and will never matter. To be is as simple as asking yourself whether or not you want to be it.

IV. Inspiration ✧ Defining your it girl.

Now we’re getting to the fun part of this post because you get to use your creative power: imagination. Remember a few sections ago when we discussed what the IT factor is? This is where you get to determine what IT is. Let me remind you again, your idea of what an it girl is is subjective, so it won’t be exactly like someone else’s definition. It girl is not a mold in which you are expected to fit into. Whether you want an active socialite nepo baby city life or a secluded pastry-making book-reading cottagecore life, doesn’t matter. This is all about who you desire to be. With that, let’s get down on how to determine what your it girl self looks like.

A. Who do you want to be like?

What qualities in a person would make you perceive someone as admirable or inspiring? Hard work? Being multifaceted? Do they have a personality you wish you had?

Think of people you deem iconic or who you look up to and why you perceive them as such. Are they someone who’s successfully pursued a personal goal of yours? Is their career full of achievements?

Don't condense your inspirations to people, you can also take fictional characters into consideration. Whether it’s Maddy from Euphoria, Blair from Gossip Girl or Pooja from Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham, think of the characters from your favorite films and tv shows for more ideas.

You can also consider some of the most popular archetypes across social/media such as the femme fatale, the socialite, the siren, the beauty and brains, any archetype that possesses a lifestyle or aura that you would like for yourself can also be taken into consideration.

B. Which trains would you like to possess?

Beautiful, magnetic, mysterious, seductive, desirable, alluring

Extroverted, fun, trend setter, admired, confident, charismatic

Intimidating, unapologetic, bold, unique, center of attention, 

Kind, soft spoken, empathetic, nurturing, humanitarian

Intelligent, articulate, ambitious, hedonistic, successful, perfectionist 

C. What are some interesting qualities/assumptions about you?

Always the life of the party

Speaks multiple languages

Excels at everything on the first try

Has a commanding presence

Loved by everyone and full of admirers

Everyone you develop an interest in always pursues you

People find you alluring and inspiring

Bearer of the Halo effect - receives advantages and special treatment just for being gorgeous 

Mastered or proficient in a specific subject/sport/language/instrument

Art connoisseur / literature, films, fashion, music, photography

Knowledgeable across different subjects / history, science, interior design, fragrances, wine, etc.

Knowledgeable in sophisticated fields / law, politics, economics, finance

Expert at a specific hobby or activity / chess, bridge, painting, sculpting, skating, singing, dancing

Skilled at / sewing, cooking, baking, knitting, makeup, styling, coding

D. Combine it.

Once I had an idea of what I wanted my new self to be like , I would refer to scenes in tv shows when a character is being introduced in third person as if they’re reading a profile about them. They don’t just name the character, they’ll list their background, their personality, what they do, what their interests are, etc. and then twist this for myself and imagine how I would like another person to describe me. I’ll list an example of what that would look like below:

[Note: to stay on theme I will be providing an it girl example, make this your own!]

One word to describe her? Extraordinary, but she’s too much to even conceptualize in a single word that it almost feels disrespectful to her. She either inspires you to be at her level or mortifies you for not being at her level. She's influential and enticing, opulent and godly. She has sky-high standards and smells like Tobacco Vanille. She always gets what she wants and doesn’t take no for an answer.  She studies hard in the daytime and attends prestigious social gatherings in the nighttime. She’s a polymath with an IQ of 168 who knows a little about every subject. Whether it’s foreign languages, interior design, pastry making or art, she’s full of knowledge and constantly teaches you something new. She’s innovative and always formulating progressive ideas which also makes her a trendsetter.  Whatever she does whether it’s a hobby or putting an outfit together she always owns it in her own unique manner. Because of that, her presence captures the attention of everyone in the room without her even saying a word. Her magnetic aura and sultry gaze make her irresistible to anyone who locks eyes with her. Men go crazy over her even though they know she’d never look twice at them. She’s witty and fun to be around.  She’s unlike anyone you’ve ever met before. In fact, you could copy her personality and style down to a T and you still would not be able to capture her essence. You can’t get her out of your head because her beauty, passion and determination make her unforgettable. 

Now that you have an idea of who your new self is, let’s talk about how to dump the old self.

V. Immolation ✧ Say goodbye to the old story forever.

“Man is not willing to outgrow, [and] yet he wants other things than those he has. But if you remain in one state, you will forever have to suffer the consequences of not being in another state. (From the “Hermetica”). If I remain in the state of poverty, I must suffer the consequences of not being in the state of wealth.” - The Art of Dying

A. No one to change but self (concept).

“Heretofore I thought I could change others through effort. Now I know I cannot change another unless I first change myself. To change another within my world I must first change my concept of that other; and to do it best I change my concept of self. For it was the concept I held of self that made me see others as I did.” - No One To Change But Self

I started this guide with self concept for a reason. If you want to create a change in your life you must first begin with self . As within, so without. An inner change must precede an outer change because we do not experience what we want, we experience what we are. Any attempt to change our worlds without changing ourselves is a mere delusion because the world will forever reflect back to us that which we are conscious of being. You want the world to know that you’re an it girl? Feel yourself to be an it girl first.

B. Forgiveness.

“You must learn to distinguish between the eternal human who occupies a state, and the state itself. This is the only means to forgiveness.”  - True Forgiveness

Forgiving is forgetting and forgetting is letting go. When you are able to feel yourself to be who you want to be, you let go of who you used to be. You no longer have to be somebody you don’t want to be because a change of state is always instant. Every day is a new day and every moment is a new moment. If you are currently a miserable person and then you decide you are not then you are no longer a miserable person because you chose to not identify with it. You are not your state and you cannot be affixed to any state you don’t want to occupy. You will always have the option to embody any state you would like to occupy. You can shift that immediately through forgiveness and intention. Through forgiveness, you create the severance between the state you were formerly in and the state of an it girl. 

C. Regret no more. 

“Do not waste one moment in regret, for to think feelingly of the mistakes of the past is to re-infect yourself.” –  Feeling is the Secret

I’d like to take this moment to tell you that regret doesn’t need to be a thing anymore because you can revise the past. That hobby you wanted to pursue but gave up on? Your GPA that you can’t go back and fix? The best friend you miss? Do you remember when you wanted to start drawing but then you stopped? Or when you did ballet when you were younger and never continued? Remember when you started learning Spanish and then gave up? You don’t need to feel regretful anymore because you can revise all and reshape the past to be in harmony with the it girl that you are. Whether you wish you had grown up wealthy or with a specific skill which would later become your passion, absolutely every aspect of your life can be adjusted. There’s no need to resent the past because it is not set in stone.

D. Let go of the external.

I urge you to not let anything outside of you define you or your life. Whether it’s the tarot deck, the tea leaves or a birth chart, none of those sources have a say in what your life looks or will look like. There’s no such thing as a predetermined fate for you. Every single aspect of your world is malleable at your command, so give up the idea that there’s any other force in the world capable of interfering with your desires.

VI. Reincarnation ✧ The birth of a new you.

“You must this night – not tomorrow – learn the technique of writing your own obituary and so completely die to what you are that no man in this world can tell you where you buried the old man.” - Consciousness is the Only Reality

A. A newly acquired mentality.

It’s time to step into your power and see yourself as the GOD that you are. You no longer need to live by the limitations the world has convinced you exist. You don’t need to do or be anything/one you don’t want to do/be and more importantly you do not need to settle for anything that doesn’t live up to your expectations. If you don’t like something, it doesn’t need to be a thing. Think about it being as simple as blocking someone, you are not gonna annoy me in MY reality.  Starting today, you get to decide who you want to be and who or what gets to be a part of your life. Again, this is YOUR world, YOUR reality and everyone else is simply living in it. Why should you ever worry your gorgeous self about anything not going your way if this is your world? You’re the one on the pedestal and whatever you say must go. 

Imagine telling a person exactly that, This is your world and everyone else is simply living in it. We are at such a huge advantage with the law of assumption because you don’t even need to be concerned with the course of action, you just need to focus on being (I AM). When you talk to people through the confidence of knowing that every single one of your goals is absolutely achievable, because through the law of assumption they always are and always will be, it is very easy to appear as confident to the average doubtful person. Everyone around you carries the idea with them that failure and rejection are always possibilities. You’re not like them, though. You’re completely limitless. You can excel at whatever career you want to pursue, you can date anyone you point your finger at, you can possess all of the riches the world has to offer and there’s no need to be humble about it. You are THE it girl, after all, are you not? All we’re stating is facts.

B. You cannot serve two masters.

“If you are dissatisfied with your present expression in life the only way to change it, is to take your attention away form that which seems so real to you and rise in consciousness to that which you desire to be. You cannot serve two masters, therefore to take your attention from one state of consciousness and place it upon another is to die to one and live to the other.” - At Your Command Ch. 2

In other words, you cannot sustain two polarizing states at once and you cannot take any part of the old state into the new state. If you want change, you must be loyal to it. You must be so committed to it that you have no space to even consider the old story because it doesn’t matter in the slightest anymore. Fall in love with your new state of consciousness that you are willing to be devoted to it no matter what. Leave the old in the past so the new can take its place.

C. Feeling the wish fulfilled.

“You must assume that you are what you want to be and continue therein, for the reality of your assumption has its being in complete independence of objective fact and will clothe itself in flesh if you persist in the feeling of the wish fulfilled” - The Power of Awareness Ch. 21

Capturing the feeling of the wish fulfilled is utterly essential, no matter what it is that you desire to manifest because the process will always be the same. First we must assume ourselves to be that which we desire to be through I AM and we persist in it independent of the objectiveness of our world until we are one with our new state.

The moment you successfully attain that feeling and continue to live by it, the direction of your attention will continue to focus on the implications of its fulfillment. That is, when you start to accept yourself as an it girl, the scenes that would suggest its consummation will make their way into your imagination, and if you persist in them they will inevitably become part of your state of consciousness.

VII. Invocation ✧ How to become it.

“When you pray, do not get down on your knees and pray to any unknown God. Instead, go to bed and dare to assume you are now who you want to be. Fall asleep assuming it is true and you will be on the road to success, for this is how things are brought into being.” - Brazen Impudence

A. SATS + lullaby.

I have an extensive post about the state akin to sleep which I highly suggest you read for further clarification as well as how I like to use the SATS. I’ll leave the instructions below:

The first step is to define your objective. Have a clear idea of what it is you would like to be (or be in possession of).

Next, ask yourself, “what does the end of that goal look like?” For example, if you would like to manifest a prestigious job opportunity, you’d be congratulated on it. If you’d like to manifest a change in appearance, you would receive compliments (It doesn’t need to include another person, but you may find it more helpful in order to feel it more real). Whatever the end looks like, it must always be an event that implies its fulfillment, that it is done. This is the wish fulfilled.

Get into a comfortable position. You can lay down or sit upright, it doesn’t matter, do whatever feels most comfortable.

Relax. You can do some breathing exercises, listen to music, have a warm drink, whatever it is that makes you relax. 

Induce a moderate degree of drowsiness where you can still concentrate on the wish fulfilled, but be sure to not feel too drowsy where you find it difficult to focus. When you feel like you could move but you don’t want to (because you’re too comfortable), that’s when you’ll know you’re in the state akin to sleep.

Construct a scene that implies the fulfillment of your desire by making elsewhere here and then now, then feel it real by incorporating your senses into it and imagine yourself being present within your imaginal scene from your perspective. Confine your scene to a single action. If your scene implies that you have received wonderful news, do not wander off in your visualization by doing a thousand irrelevant things afterwards, simply stick to the congratulations and mentally feel yourself being present in your scene. Repeat the scene until it takes on the tones of reality. [A tip from Edward Art: Focus on feeling it real (feeling the wish fulfilled) first and then the sensory aspects of your scene will follow]

If you find it difficult to focus on a scene and feel it real or if you simply cannot conceptualiza what the end would even look like, follow steps 1 through 4 and do the following: condense the fulfillment to three words or less and repeat them over and over again until your mind is dominated by the single sensation of thankfulness. Meditate on this phrase until you accept it as a fact.

¹ Visualization ideas.

Your scenes will vary depending on what life you want to live. You can change your scenes every time you visualize during the SATS so long as they all imply the same end. What would imply that you are an it girl? Being interviewed? Walking down a red carpet? Men dropping their jaws when you pass by? For ideas, consider what activities would comprise a day in your it girl life.

² The lullaby method.

"Remain there until you feel its certainty, until you reach the point of satisfaction, until you are convinced of its truth; and although the world may collapse around you, you will become that which you have assumed you are." - An Inner Conviction

If you would like to try out the lullaby method, some three word phrases you could use are: I’m that girl/person, I have everything, It is done, I’m so happy, I AM (__), etc.

B. Mental diets.

“Feast on the idea, become identified with the idea as though you were already that embodied state. Walk in the assumption that you are what you want to be. If you feast on that and remain faithful to that mental diet, you will crystallize it. You will become it in this world.” - Thinking Fourth Dimensionally

Mental diets aren’t particularly necessary since they can imply that you need to be monitoring your thoughts constantly. However, objectively being conscious of them can help you determine what state you are currently occupying. If you would like to indulge in a mental diet you can do so by asking yourself the following questions:

Is this what I would want someone else to say or think about me?

Would my it girl think this thought?

I would also like to briefly recall that thoughts alone don’t hold power unless you accept them as facts. You can have intrusive thoughts and joke all you want about how you’re ugly but unless you persist in that and feel them to be true it will not manifest.

C. Inner conversations.

"What are you saying at every moment of time? Watch it; be careful what you are saying, because your whole vast world is this inner conversation pushed out." - Control Your Inner Conversations

I urge you to stop internally berating yourself or imagining someone speaking negatively about you. Pay attention to the perpetual inner conversation you hold with yourself: “I’m not good at math”, “my friends always make plans without me”, “I’m so awkward”, because what you say and believe about yourself is what you will continue to face in the third dimension. Instead, think about the lovely remarks you’d like others to say about you and mentally hear them say them. You can also try vaunting which is the practice of constructing a conversation in which you brag from the wish fulfilled. You can turn to the example I used of being described in third person by someone else and speak from first person instead (I AM).

D. Revision.

"At the end of my day, I review the day; I don't judge it, I simply review it. I look over the entire day, all the episodes, all the events, all the conversations, all the meetings, and then as I see it clearly in my mind's eye, I rewrite it. I rewrite it and make it conform to the ideal day I wish I had experienced. I take scene after scene and rewrite it, revise it, and having revised my day, then in my imagination I relive that day, the revised day, and I do it over and over in my imagination until this seeming imagined state begins to take on to me the tones of reality. It seems that it's real, that I actually did experience it and I have found from experience that these revised days, if really lived, will change my tomorrows. When I meet people tomorrow that today disappointed me, they will not tomorrow, for in me I have changed the very nature of that being, and having changed him, he bears witness tomorrow of the change that took place within me." - The Pruning Shears of Revision

Before you go to bed, revisit the occurrences of your day and when you recall an unfavorable one that challenges your it girl state of consciousness and rewrite it. Follow the steps for the SATS and construct a scene that would replace the unfavorable situation and convert it into a favorable situation.

E. Finish the day feeling the wish fulfilled.

"Do not let the sun descend upon any vexation of the day." - The Pruning Shears of Revision

This one is an absolute must. If you can help it, try to refrain from falling asleep in the assumption that you are not an it girl. If you are not feeling the wish fulfilled, take a few minutes to meditate on your state and then fall asleep feeling embraced by it and the relief of knowing that who you desire to be is who you already are (also known as the Sabbath).

VIII. Preservation ✧ How to sustain it.

"Do you always turn to your imagination and, no matter what happens, do you remain faithful to the state imagined? If you do, you have passed the test. But if every little rumor, doubt, or fear can move you around like a pawn on a chessboard, then you are not keeping the faith!" - God’s Creative Power

A. Persistence.

“By desiring to be other than what you are, you can create an ideal of the person you want to be and assume that you are already that person. If this assumption is persisted in until it becomes your dominant feeling, the attainment of your ideal is inevitable.”  - The Power of Awareness Ch. 3

To briefly remind you, persistence means to remain obstinate with an intention regardless of difficulties or obstructions. When you are adopting a new state of consciousness, you may initially struggle to feel it real or even become impatient with its lack of manifestation in the third dimension, but you must keep returning to it no matter what.  You may waver and you may falter but if you remember to proceed with the embodiment of your it girl state by returning to it through any preferred means, no force and no power will cumber its realization.

B. Forget about time.

"The length of time between my desire and its conception depends entirely upon my inner conviction that it is done."- An Inner Conviction

Focusing on the “time” it takes for your state to feel natural to you will only hold you back and keep you in a cycle of waiting. Ask yourself what the end, or the actualization of being an it girl, looks like for you and live in it. Do not suppress yourself to what appears to be the present moment if it is not reflecting the end of your desires.  If you are concerned with “the time it’ll take”, then you are conscious of the opposite of your desires which means you are not feeling the wish fulfilled.

Always seek the wish fulfilled and abide by it until it blossoms into your world.

C. Disregard appearances.

"These appearances will continue in being as long as you give them life through your conscious awareness of them. You must disregard the evidence of your senses as it pertains to any undesirable condition in your life. You must Imagine and feel that you have already attained that which you want to experience rather than that which you do not want to continue in being. This may appear difficult, yet you have probably exercised this principle unconsciously to produce negative results." -  Imagination Creates Reality

Do not settle for less than you seek. You never need to compromise with whatever it is that you desire because as I have mentioned, all exists and all is possible. Reject anything that doesn’t confirm that you are an it girl and never take no for an answer. Be adamant. Decide on what it is that you want and regardless of the limitations of your environment, consent to its immersion to your state of consciousness. No matter what you see or hear, do not accept it if it is not what you want. If you continue to suppress the acceptance of your desires to your senses then that's where your consciousness will remain.

“You don't accept one thing in the world as final unless it conforms to the ideal you want to realize in the world.” - The Pruning Shears of Revision

D. You already are, not will be.

“That which you seek you already are, it can never be so far off as even to be near, for nearness implies separation.” - No One To Change But Self

Something we can learn from it girls is the following: it girls don’t care whether or not they’re it girls, they simply are. So although we are intentionally shifting our state of consciousness, remember to not approach this with a trying mindset or the idea that you will become when you already are, because the use of the word “will” implies that you currently are not. As I’ve said before, “you can’t try to be someone you already are”. Whatever the wish fulfilled looks like for you, accept it at this very moment. Go straight to the end and bathe in it, rejoice in the fulfilled prayer as you go about your day and remain faithful to that inner conviction.

E. Reject the possibility of failure.

“Don’t be anxious or concerned as to results. They will follow just as surely as day follows night.” - Your faith is your fortune Ch. 21

Your desires are literally a guarantee. You can bring absolutely anything into being if you proceed with your intention in spite of what you experience in the flesh. You possess a gift that no one will ever be able to confiscate from you and that is your imagination. Intentional use of this gift will bring forward the beautification of your world in means you would not have been able to devise. Do not become an impediment in your journey by concerning yourself with the means, for they are never your responsibility. If you are serious and willing to assume in your favor, the mountains that need to move will move, the obstacles in the path towards heaven will be cleared and the people who need to play a role relative to its fruition will act accordingly without you having to do so much as lift a finger.

F. Apply.

“You must be doers of the law of assumption, for without application, the most profound understanding will not produce any desired result.” - The Power of Awareness Ch. 18

It is not enough for you to read the entirety of this guide without intending to put the instructions in it to use. You could read and listen to every document, every book and every lecture out there that tells you exactly how to manifest your desires but unless you take that information and put it to use, it was all acquired in vain. This post was long and detailed, do not let it go to waste by refusing to apply and persist. Wanting to do it is not enough, you must DO IT through persistence and a disciplined mind. Do not let the day in which you are reading this post to come to an end without acknowledging that you are an it girl now, not will be, you are. Plant the seed today and you will reap the harvest tomorrow.

"Your assumption, to be effective, cannot be a single isolated act, it must be a maintained attitude of the wish fulfilled." - The Power of Awareness Ch. 22

G. Calm reminders

I’m sure some of these concerns may have risen at some point so I will clear them up right now: acting as if is not necessary, neglecting your current circumstances and pretending they are not occurring is not necessary and being happy all the time is also not necessary. It is okay if you fall out of your new state from time to time, do not think that there is such a thing as “losing progress” because you can never truly lose what is already in your possession. If you are dealing with difficult circumstances I strongly recommend you read this post: how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too.

IX. Motivation ✧ 

“I don’t care what it is; when you know what you want, you can make your desire so real, so natural that you will reach a feeling of certainty which no power in the world can stop. When that feeling is yours, drop it. Don’t ask anyone if what you did was right or wrong; you did it and that’s all that is necessary.” - An Inner conviction

If you are truly serious about becoming the it girl of your reality, you’ll have to be disciplined, determined, and persistent. You have to be willing to give up who you are right now in order to become who you want to be because the longer you entertain your old self, the longer you’ll postpone your dream self. You can decide at any moment to change, and if you are not actively working towards shifting your state of consciousness then you are consenting to its preservation. You accept what you tolerate, whether it’s mediocre friends, mediocre grades or a mediocre lifestyle and the only way to put an end to that is by intending to because it all starts with you. Do you want it enough? Are you willing to finally become an it girl or will you continue daydreaming about being an it girl? If you’re capable of being someone you don’t want to be, what makes you think you aren’t mutually capable of becoming someone you do want to be? Your it girl self is not far away from you, she already exists within your imagination and she is waiting for you to bring life to her. You already know everything you need to know in order to do it, so what’s stopping you? I know it can feel challenging because we feel confined to our current circumstances but I have so much faith in you and I know you have it in you to give yourself the world. You deserve to wake up every day feeling completely obsessed with yourself and your life. You don’t need to spend a minute longer hoping things that feel like they’re out of your control change if you know you are the one who’s in control. This is your reality, after all. Decide who you want to be and what life you want to lead, start showing up every day for it and remember to never accept anything that doesn’t live up to your standards. Dare to pursue everything you have ever wanted, all you need is faith the size of a mustard seed. 

X. Outroduction ✧

"Every dream could be realized by those self-disciplined enough to believe it."-  No One To Change But Self

And that concludes this guide! If there’s one takeaway you should carry with you from it it’s the following: you reserve the right to have high standards in regards to every aspect of your life, you deserve the partner of your dreams, the home of your dreams, the life of your dreams, you deserve all of it and more. Becoming an it girl doesn’t require a meticulous plan of action. All it takes is the use of imagination and discipline. You can realize your every dream. Whatever you want regardless of what it is or how unrealistic it sounds, you should demand more out of life and you should never settle for less than you desire, fantasize about or dream of, you can have it and you should have it. The world was made by you and for you so be self-willed and go for it. I have given you everything you need to know to become an it girl and all you have to do is apply. You’ve got this! Remember that you cannot fail, so when you succeed (notice how I didn't say if), I want to hear your success story. Until next time, mis amores!

Love always, your bestie Hera * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

“You can be the man (or woman) you want to be, but not by simply wishing. You must make the effort to look at the world mentally and see it reflect your fulfilled desire. And when it does you must remain in that state until you reach the inner conviction that what you are seeing, touching, tasting, smelling, and hearing is true, clothe yourself in the feeling of its reality - and explode! Do that and you are pregnant. And what do you do after pregnancy? Nothing! You simply wait for its birth to appear in its own appointed hour. And it will! When you least expect it your desire will objectify itself in the world for you to enjoy, whether it be health, wealth, or fame. That’s how God’s law works.” - An Inner Conviction

[viccz]

Lucifer having a crush on you.

Lucifer Supremacy ✊ !non gender specific mc!

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He knew he liked you when he started thinking about you constantly. Shopping on Azukon he wonders, what would MC like? Doing his paperwork he wonders, what would MC do if they were here? He’s always buying you things, praising you, giving you special treatment, and so much more. With all of that, he finally realized that he loves you.

At first, he feels that his feelings are distracting. He has work to do, he can’t be focused on a human. He tries to avoid meeting up with you in the halls, talking with you for too long, spending one on one time with you. It’s terrible, he misses being with you. He’d do anything just to forget these feelings and only view you as just an ordinary human. But he can’t. He can’t because you are no ordinary human. You’re his human.

He finally accepted his feelings for you. He doesn’t exactly know what to do about it though. What if you don’t love him as well? What if you like one of his brothers? He becomes worried. Very worried. But all of these thoughts leave him when he sees the way you stare at him.

It was during dinner when he noticed you staring. He was simply drinking his demonus when his eyes link with yours. Your soft eyes looking into his. You looked so wanting. Blush crept onto your face. You quickly look away, hiding your face from him, acting like nothing happened. That’s when he realized that you must care for him too. There’s been so many other signs. The way you covet his attention, the way your arms linger while hugging him, the way your eyes shy away from his while talking to him.

A few days later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needs you to be his. He yearns for your love. For your praise. Your taste. He was ready to tell you how he feels. So don’t even attempt the way you feel, he already knows you love him back. (also you’ll totally break my mans heart 😪” So, when you were conversing with Levi and Asmo, he interrupted.

“MC. Come to my room in 20. We need to discuss something important.”

Levi and Asmo looked at you. While Levi looked worried, Asmo looked at you mischievously.

“Oooh! MC! What’s going on with you and Lucifer?~”

You scoffed at him. You walked away from them both, rushing to your room to practice praying for forgiveness. You were fully convinced that you were gonna get some kind of punishment.

Lucifer hurriedly took off his clothes and slid on his robe. He set up some music and poured the both of you some demonus. The wait was excruciating. He needed you so much. He kept glancing at the time, awaiting the time you were supposed to arrive.

“…Lucifer? Can I come in?”

He got up and opened the door for you. Basically pulling you in with how he grabbed you. He sat you down on his couch. You looked so jittery, and yet, he could sense a hint of desire in your eyes.

“Please, have a drink MC.”

You were a bit skeptical. The music..the demonus..his outfit. What’s he playing at? Is he trying you make you melt with all of this romance? You awaited what was to come.

You two talked for a bit. Laughing about the brothers shenanigans. Discussing how school was going. Don’t think he didn’t notice you slowly inching closer to him. Once you were close enough, he placed his hand on your upper leg. You both then sort of froze and looked into each others eyes. He cleared his throat and said..

“ MC, about what I called you here for..well..how do I put this. I care deeply about you MC. So much that I dare to even say that I love you. I feel like i’ve known you for eons. So tell me, darling. Do you..love me back..?”

You were stunned. You couldn’t believe this. He really feels the same? He had you scared for a second! That jerk! But a beautiful jerk. Oh Diavlo,, what do you say?

“I..I love you too, Lucifer..”

He smiled. He quickly embraced you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily, as if he had been holding his breath. You wrapped your arms around him too. Both relived that the other feels the same way.

You stayed in his room for the rest of the night. Drinking demonus and speaking sweet nothings into each others ears. He felt full of pride. You were finally his lover. He absolutely adores you.

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mwaaahahahahaha this was fun to write. Hope you guys enjoy this one 👾👾👾

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[mournings-stars]

little songbird

part 2 (prelude) to my orpheus and eurydice angst fic "doubt comes in" — i'm not entirely certain i'll make this a full fic but if yall like it i might end up adding another part (would still be a prelude since part 1 is technically the end unless anyone requests a spin-off-esque addition)

part 3 (prelude pt. 2) part 4 (prelude pt. 3) part 5/finale (semi-alt ending)

includes: heaven lucifer ofc, a little lore, some blending of greek mythology, i don't think there are any warnings besides fluff and luci is a hopless romantic but also the relationship is ambiguous right now, still dramatic just dramatic greek fluff (also I made angels have golden blush because they have gold blood)

When you first met Lucifer, you’d just finished your duties on Earth and were going to come back to celebrate. As a Virtue, your job was to persuade the seasons into change — you sang a melody you’d taken from nature itself, soaring over the clouds and riding the winds until autumn fell over the world and you went back home until nature needed your persuasive help once more. 

But as you were going up, he was coming down. You came face to face, stopping each of you in your tracks. 

You’d heard of him, of course; Lucifer, the Morning Star, with his wondrous creations and unattainable dreams, but you never thought you’d see him in person — it always seemed like he was too busy working to ever come down to Earth. 

Yet here he was. 

You moved out of his way. “Sorry. I didn’t see you coming.”

“No worries at all.” He gave you a very charming smile, making you smile back reflexively. He took off his hat, tufts of blond hair falling in his face as he took your hand, bowing as his wings lifted him higher. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Humility.” He kissed the back of your hand and your small smile broadened. “I can’t believe we haven’t met yet.”

“You know who I am?” 

“Of course.” He pulled a blooming purple flower from his lapel, twirling it in his fingers. “You’re the one that made this.”

You didn’t know what to say, heart thumping against your ribcage with a swell of pride that he, a Seraph — and not just any Seraph — Lucifer, knew and coveted the small flowers you made blossom in a world that was filled with bigger, much more beautiful things. 

“I collect a new one every spring,” he continued, watching your reaction with a smile that he couldn’t help. Your eyes widened, hand gripping his without realizing you were even still holding it. “I came to collect a few of your golden leaves this time.”

“My leaves?” Was all you could think to say as your wings and heart fluttered with pride. You quickly dropped his hand when you felt your wings behind you, suddenly very aware of his presence and gaze. “I didn’t paint the leaves.”

“No, but you persuade nature to make them,” he laughed, tucking the stem of the flower into your hair as he did. “Who knew Humility would be so humble.”

“It is my virtue,” you said quietly, taking his hand to stop him from fussing with the flower he gave back to you. You opened his palm, brushing your hand over it. His wings fluttered the same as yours. “But thank you for your kindness, Lucifer.”

“Honesty,” he corrected as a golden leaf appeared in his hand, shimmering in the light. He stuck it into his lapel, where the flower had been, and grinned. “Such a generous gift and I don’t even know your true name.” You laughed at his tone, hinting for you to keep talking to him just as you were going to leave, and properly introduced yourself. “It suits you,” he said, “someone who creates this beauty,” he deliberately didn’t look at the scenery, “should have that beautiful of a name.”

“Aren’t you kind,” you said with a raised brow, knowing he was flattering you; calling you beautiful without outright saying it, you could easily pick up on his intentions. 

“Too kind for your liking?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” You said quickly. “I was only joking—“

“I know!” He laughed, soothing your sudden embarrassment with a zealous, maybe overly so, hand on your cheek. “Who knew an Angel of Virtue would be so virtuous,” he joked again, laughing and stroking your cheek with his thumb before he dropped his hand. He was certainly overzealous, but you couldn’t say you minded it. “I should stop teasing you — go on, I’m sure you have important work to do—“

“Your work is far more important than mine,” you blurted, then wanted to slap yourself across the face. “I mean, my work isn’t any more important than yours — I’m sure you have more important things to do—“ he continued to let you put your foot in your mouth, watching you try to make sense of your words with a doting smile and fluttering wings. “—I mean, if you’re staying, I can stay, too—“

“You want to stay with me?” He concluded with a grin and you blanked, shaking your head at yourself as a golden glow dusted your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughed, knowing teasing a Virtue like this was both cruel and profane, “if you’d like to stay, please do… but if you have work to do, I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

You looked around, thinking that perhaps nature could use a little more of a push toward fall. The winds could be a little sharper, and the grass a little duller. 

“I’ve always wanted to hear your song,” Lucifer said, seeing the wheels turn in your mind and taking his chances. “If you think Earth could use a bit more help…”

You thought for just a moment longer before offering your hand to him. “You can help if you’d like.” He took your hand, and you rose higher above the clouds, listening closely for the soft melody that nature sang, before flying in the direction the wind took you and singing…

A simple melody. It was a song you knew well; there were no words or swells to make you know what came next, just an endless melody that the winds would sing as they carried the seasons through Earth.

And Lucifer knew just what to sing along, bringing the endless melody a harmony that made it feel so complete. He guided you beneath the clouds so you could see how the seasons changed — and then it came;

Summer rain. 

A tell-tale sign that your duty was complete, though it always came some time after you left. Now, you got to experience the misty rain and watch as animals came out to play. 

Lucifer laughed, wings going over the two of you to shield you from the rain. “Look at that…” He peeked between a pair of wings, reveling in the beauty you’d created together. “As usual,” he said, “a job well done.”

The next time you met was at the Season’s Celebration in The Garden. It was moved a week later to celebrate the summer rain, but it was a quarterly tradition. The other Virtues brought their specialties, but the highlight of the festivities were the heavenly spirits distilled by Charity and Chastity; not a single angel came without taking a bottle for themself. 

Cherubim played music, Seraphim danced, and the Ophanim made an appearance when they could, but the center of attention was on the seven Virtues and their drunk, lively dancing and cheering. 

The seven of you danced in a circle, glasses raised in the air with a flush of gold on each of your faces as you sang along jovially. 

The celebration lasted all day and night, animals coming to join you as wildflowers surrounded the seven of you. Butterflies, chipmunks, rabbits, and the like came out of hiding for a last experience before hibernation and migration. Birds came down from the sky, one in particular flitting around the circle and each of the Virtues before finally stopping in front of you. Pale yellow with red cheeks, tweeting at you until one of your fellow Virtues spoke. “It wants you to sing!” They laughed drunkenly, taking another sip from their glass. “We should all sing,” said another as you let the bird perch on your hand. 

It was the song of nymphs, muses, and winds; a sirenic song that each of you knew well. The plants in The Garden blossomed bigger and bigger and the bird in your hand flew to the middle of your circle before a cloud of white puffed around it. 

“Oh, it is you!” Laughed Chastity as Lucifer appeared, laughing along and twirling her as she said, “I didn't think you’d ever come to one of these.”

“How could I resist after such a beautiful change in the seasons?” He said cheerfully. “You lovely Virtues have outdone yourselves this year.” He then laughed, turning to Chastity, “and It’s always nice to see such heavenly creatures so drunk.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere,” said Temperance. 

“Certainly not with you,” said Lucifer and Temperance laughed at his jesting, the rest of them seeming to understand much more than you did, how to take teasing like his. 

“Flattery gets you everywhere,” insisted Chastity, and Diligence and Kindness laughed like they’d never heard anything funnier. “What’s so funny!?”

As the other Virtues started a loud, joking conversation, you met Lucifer’s eyes. He smiled, then looked at the music still being played and went to you. “Shall we?” He offered you his hand, wings fluttering behind him and making that same shimmering gold wash over your cheeks. It made him smile as you took his hand. 

“Patience is a much better dancer than I am,” you said as he led you to an open area. 

“But I want to dance with you.” And the moment your own wings fluttered behind you, he knew you just wanted him to confirm that. “Maybe you’re not as humble as I thought,” he whispered, making sure no other angel heard his taunts. He then changed the topic, hand reaching up to brush across your cheek. “You kept my gift.” 

“Of course I did.” You took his hand, using it to twirl under his arm as his wings lifted him higher than you. Yoy gave a very playful smile. “A gift from a Seraph should be coveted.”

“Oh, I see,” he laughed, shaking his head at you and your teasing. “You misunderstood me.”

“Did I?”

He nodded, a small half-smile on his face. “I wasn’t returning your flower as a ‘gift from a Seraph’—“

“You weren’t?”

“No, and you know that. That’s why you gave one back.” You laughed, a coy look on your face that made him shake his head as you looked at the golden leaf he still had stuck to his lapel. 

The two of you danced with all of Heaven watching as you spun, flew, and swayed to the music. He didn’t overstep, and he wasn’t overly forward with his gestures, but he was deliberate. He held you against him, but did it gently. He held your hand, but made sure you put your hand in his first. He lifted you with a smile and met you in the air, leading you back down as others joined in. 

Their laughter and chatting made it so that your conversation was much more private, giving Lucifer the chance to whisper, “How many gifts do I need to give you before you do understand?”

You hummed in thought. “I haven’t decided yet.”

But Lucifer had decided, since the moment he experienced your first time changing the seasons, he was going to love you; however you ended up loving him — a friend, a colleague, he didn’t care as long as it meant that he knew you. He didn’t even expect anything from you. You’d done enough; your ways of changing the seasons brought him out of his cold and lonely workplace that he’d never realized was so cold and lonely until he experienced your summers and springs; filled with warmth and community. Angels never ventured to Earth so often before you, and he could easily understand why. 

How someone could take on the job of multiple angels and the outcome be something so much more beautiful than he’d ever seen, he had no idea, but he was in awe every time he saw your humble work. He’d watch from Heaven, seeing the way you did things. It was the same as any other, but you didn’t indulge in pride as you did it. You did it for the good of the Earth, rather than bestowing a gift. 

He held the utmost respect for you. 

Though, Sera was certainly tired of hearing about that respect, because just a week ago, when you first met, she was the one to urge him down sooner. 

“You’ll never meet if you wait this long,” she said, brow raised as she stood behind Lucifer at the golden gates, watching from the clouds. “Humility is very kind. You could say hello,” she pressed. 

“Does Humility have a name?” He asked curiously, continuing to watch as the clouds changed. “It seems so rude… just saying Humility.”

“I’ve only ever known Virtues by what they represent; that’s how they introduce themselves,” she said, shrugging. Lucifer hummed, nodding and continuing to keep his attention on the clouds. She gave him a nudge, “You could ask.”

“You must want me to leave.”

“I want you to stop longing like this.” Lucifer laughed. “Go on.” She gave him a gentle push, making him have to open his wings before he fell. “Just don’t come on too strong.”

“Right…” He took a deep breath, smoothing down his coat. “I can do that.”

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[beneathstarryskies]

A/N: These were not at all requested, I just wanted to try a new format and I needed to take a little break from my 1k event!

Warnings: fem!reader, light daddy kink (in Jiraiya's section), smut, oral sex

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya for @actuallysaiyan

Kakashi

The longer Kakashi is away from you the needier he becomes.

Definitely uses reading Icha Icha as a coping mechanism. 

When he is finally with you again, he is absolutely insatiable. 

“Just one more time, princess. I know you can take it,” Kakashi coos as he slips his cock into you for the third round of the evening.

You’d been just as eager for the first round. After not seeing Kakashi for weeks that seemed to stretch into eternity you’d been almost frantic to pull him into your apartment and have his hands all over your body.  Now you’re whining as he picks up a slow pace, his long cock easily brushing against your abused sweetspot. 

“‘Kashi, I can’t,” you whine. 

He’s already buried to the hilt and his face is pressed against your warm chest. There’s no stopping him now, but truthfully you don’t want him to. You’d let Kakashi fuck you until you can’t hold onto conciousness anymore if that’s what it would take to please him. Kakashi knows he’s pushed you past your limit, so he’s gentle this time. Soft praises falls from his lips as he makes love to you for the rest of the night. 

Itachi

Itachi hides his longing for you. You’re his only weakness, but dammit if someone had the chance to exploit it he’d be ruined. 

When he first arrives back to the hideout, he acts cold and cordial. 

Things switch as soon as he’s alone with you. The first thing he wants to do is taste you. 

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” his hot breath hits your swollen clit. You can’t even form a coherent sentence anymore. An eager nod and a soft whine is all you can manage. It’s enough to earn you the rare sound of his soft chuckle before he leans in to drag his tongue between your folds. His sharingan flashes in the low light as he watches your face. 

“I missed you so much,” you whine as he sucks on your clit. 

“Hm, missed you too,” he mutters. 

His hands grip onto your trembling thighs. He can feel the muscles tightening as you get close again. He could stay like this all night. It’s your taste he dreams of when he’s away from you. He lives for these moments when he has you weak for just his mouth. He drinks your juices like it’s coveted nectar. 

Then again, Itachi has always had a sweet tooth. 

Naruto

Naruto makes 0 attempts to play it cool when he comes back from a long mission. He missed you like crazy and its everyone’s problem. 

You have to beg him to take you home instead of just pulling you into the nearest semi-empty place he can find. 

Naruto is all over you the second you finally give him permission. 

    “Missed you so bad,” Naruto groans as he thrusts hard into you again. “So fucking bad.” 

    He’s not taking it easy on you at all, but you’ve come to expect that by now. Naruto is a handful on the best of days, but sexual frustration nearly drives him insane. His pace is frantic. Every moan is punctuated with the squelching of your wet cunt. His skin slaps against yours. 

    You have to give him credit because at least this time you made it into the apartment instead of Naruto practically undressing you in the hallway. Barely. If it had taken you a second more to unlock the door, he would’ve been pressing you against it to take you from behind. Instead you’re at least bent over the arm of the couch in the privacy of your own home. 

    “I fucking love you,” Naruto growls. 

Sasuke

He absolutely refuses to admit he misses you, even to himself. 

Sasuke prides himself on being able to go long periods of time without being overcome by longing. 

He realizes how much of a lie this is when he practically crumbles as soon as he sees you. 

    “I know you missed me,” he growls as he presses his cock against your ass. His hand is pushed down the front of your pants and he’s bullying your swollen clit to pull another orgasm from you. “You were wet as soon as I walked through the door.” 

    “Of course I missed you,” you purr. Your hips grind back against him.

    “Missed my sweet girl,” he finally admits. 

You blush softly, and he smirks when he looks into the mirror to see how flustered you are. Sasuke always takes his time before finally fucking you. This time is no different. Your juices are dripping all over his hand before he finally pulls your pants down. He doesn’t care that you were trying to get all dolled up in anticipation of his arrival. He’ll have the mascara you so carefully applied running down your face before he’s finished with you. 

“You gotta show me how bad you missed me,” he says he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. 

Jiraiya

Jiraiya makes no qualms about missing you. 

The man is fucking ready to explode by the time he comes home to you. 

His balls are so full and heavy. As soon as he sees you he’s rock hard. 

“You really know how to make daddy feel good,” Jiraiya groans as he leans against the counter. One hand is buried in your hair while the other guides his cock deeper down your throat. He acts as though he didn’t practically push you to your knees as soon as he came in the front door. You don’t mind. After all your plan is to always greet him with a sexual situation, as that is his favorite thing in life. 

“Such a good girl,” he mutters. “You love making me feel good.” 

You moan in agreement, and just the vibrations are nearly enough to push Jiraiya over the edge. He ruts his hips by instinct, but is quick to make himself go still once more. 

The sight of you on your knees with his thick cock between your lips has been filling his every thought for weeks now. To finally have those filthy fantasies a reality makes him feel like the luckiest man who ever lived. 

You don’t mind letting him use your mouth to get his own satisfaction, because you know he’ll make it up to you tenfold. 

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x reader #naruto x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Hello lovely!! Would you ever do a part 2 to Bad Idea right? Maybe the IC finds out about reader and Eris? 👀👀

I had planned for Part 1 to be a drabble only but I loved your ask so much that it’s going to be a short series now! I present to you, part 2. Thank you for this fun request!

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 2

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Sleeping with a male your dad hates is fun… until you get caught.

A follow up to the drabble “Bad Idea, Right?”

Part 3

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language

Holy mother and all the bullshit gods my ancestors prayed to, I’m so royally fucked.

A necklace. A damned necklace, and my family’s overall inability to mind their own business, sent everything spiraling.

Nobody paid any mind to the jewelry I chose for Starfall until Amren set her eyes on the unique amber and gold hued necklace dangling from my neck - coveting the thing. Its unique jewels apparently something she’d never seen in her over 15,000 years of living.

Lucien, who had come with Vassa, Jurian, and Helion in tow, of course, overheard the conversation. With his wealth of knowledge and abundant need to be the biggest know-it-all in the room, Lucien chimed in that the gems came from the Autumn Court, typically only worn by the leading family and their closest affiliates. His brows furrowed with contemplation as he waived a hand toward my décolletage asking, “Which makes me wonder, where did you come across this piece?”

Damn it, Lucien.

And damn it, Eris. Leave it the prick to give me a gift that’s as much of a pain in my ass as he is.

Reading the look on my face, Lucien and Vassa’s son, my childhood best friend, Adish cut in- “Oh, I uh, I gave it to her for her birthday a couple of years ago. I’m surprised you two forgot.”

Lucien and Vassa looked to eachother in contemplation, not totally buying it, but not pressing further.

I mouthed a “thank you” to Adish before Amren pulled me back in to inspect the piece further.

Naturally, Uncle Rhys had step in at that moment - reusing the same joke that I have heard a hundred time since I was a child - Amren is a firedrake who will snatch the necklace right off me blah, blah, blah.

“It really is a lovely piece.” Aunt Feyre joined in, my mother, Aunt Nesta, and father with her. The three sisters inspecting it closely.

Holy shit, have these people never seen a necklace before?

I could have sworn that one of my shadows rolled it’s not existent eyes in agreement.

“Where did you get that?” Dad asked. “Apparently I need to keep it in mind for your mother and aunts for Solstice.”

“Oh, um, it’s from the Autumn Court, Adish gave it to me two years ago for my birthday.” I replied, innocently tracing a finger along the gems as I gave a forced smile.

It was then that my all-to-observant, spymaster jr., little sneak of a sister made her presence known. “No he didn’t! Adish got you a scarf from the continent that year.”

How the hell did this little shit remember these things!?

“Whatever, Azalea, it must have been a different year then.”

“No sissy! He never bought you a necklace - he bought you a bracelet, and two pairs of earrings, but never a necklace.”

Good gods. This child.

Rolling my eyes at my snoop of a sister, I coolly replied “Whatever, Azzy, I suppose my memory isn’t quite as good as yours.” Silently praying to whoever would listen that nobody pressed further. Dad’s shadows agitated but settled when my own shadows wound over to mingle with them.

Amren gave me a suspicious look that could only mean trouble - but fortunately kept her mouth shut. As the remainder of the group dispersed to interact with the crowd, Amren grabbed my arm.

“Be careful, girl. I know better than to tell you what to do, just… keep your wits about you.”

Her intense eyes locked with mine to which I shrugged the comment off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I am not a fool, girl. I do not know you to be one either. Be careful.” the tiny fae chided as she sauntered off to find Varian.

Keeping a collected facade but needing some fresh air, I casually made my way toward a secluded balcony on the backside of the House of Wind.

Finally free of the crowd, I released all of the tension I’d been holding in, taking deep breaths in an effort of calming my nerves. I am an adult capable of making my own choices but… given the inner circles complicated history with Eris, and my fathers overall hatred of the male, I’d rather nobody know that we fuck each others brains out on occasion.

Frowning down at the necklace, I muttered curses to it that would make my mother, dear sweet Elain, keel over.

Too wrapped up in berating the jewelry, I didn’t notice the male behind me. I startled at the smooth voice cutting through the silence, his low tone dripping in lust. “Ah, little Shadowsinger, If you’d prefer a ring instead, I’m sure we could arrange that. Though I do say the necklace compliments your lovely assets quite well.” His eyes roved hungrily up and down my body, a primal gaze darkening those amber eyes and filled my core with heat. I nearly rolled my eyes back into my head as the intoxicating scent of mahogany and crackling fire filled my nostrils.

Regaining my wits and refusing to let him see how he effected me, I met those bedroom eyes with nothing but contempt. “Fuck off, Eris. Why are you here?”

He stepped closer. I stood my ground, no way was I going balk away from the challenge.

“Come now, little one, is that any way to speak to a High Lord? I was invited to the celebration tonight, as all of Prythian’s leaders were.”

Fair enough, but I wouldn’t let him win that easily. Waving him off, I commanded “Go find somewhere else to be a pain in the ass.”

Eris closed the distance, grabbing the wrist I had waived him away with. His head dipped down as his plush lips grazed the shell of my ear. His deep, sensual voice sent chills through me as he replied, “I can only promise pleasure when it comes to that beautiful ass, Y/N.”

Releasing my hand, Eris reached both hands around me, palms pressing into my ass as his fingers hitched my dress up to expose my thighs and barely clothed cunt to the brisk evening air. In one swift motion he scooped me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around him. As his lips crashed into mine I bit the lower one just hard enough to draw blood before licking it away and kissing the hurt. His tongue then swooped into my mouth, battling for dominance against my own, a low growl escape his throat, reverberating through me.

Placing me on the balcony ledge, Eris situated himself between my spread legs, desperately palming at my breasts as I threw my head back to expose the column of my throat to him. He lightly nipped down the length of my neck and my protruding collar bones before falling to his knees before me. His lust-filled eyes met mine as he cooed, “You could bring any male to their knees before your beauty, but this…” he pushed aside the lace thong, exposing me to him, “this gorgeous, dripping cunt belongs to your High Lord, and your High Lord only.”

His skilled tongue deftly swiped up my center, eliciting a moan from me. I looked down into his eyes - mesmerized by the amber hues peering at me from under his lashes. My fingers found purchase in his fiery red locks as I firmly stated, “I belong to no one and you are not my High Lord, Eris.”

His responding nip to my swollen clit drew a sharp gasp from me. Eris let out a satisfied hum in return as he resumed feasting like a starved male. Perhaps that’s what kept drawing me back into the bastards bed - his insatiable hunger fueled by that eagerness to please that only amplified with the calloused remarks I threw at him. Most females fell at his feet - throwing themselves at the chance to serve a High Lord. Whereas most males ran as far away as they could upon realizing that my father was the infamous Shadowsinger.

One of my shadows caressed the base of his neck, circling back around as to tilt his chin up. His needy eyes met mine again. “Fuck me, Eris.”

In an instant he was up, standing before me. Biting my lip, I clenched my thighs together at the sight of the incredibly evident arousal pressing against his trousers. He fumbled with the buckles on them, when suddenly a grating sound filled the air - the balcony doors flying open. “Sissy! Aunt Mor wants to see your neckl- oh wow, who is that!?”

Fuck me. This cannot be happening.

I jumped up, pulling my dress down before my little sister could see the exposed flesh.

I scrambled for words, voice cracking as I scolded, “She can wait, Azzy, just go back inside.”

It was too late though, as my father’s shadow that had been trailing her all evening had already reported back and before Eris or I could flee, my father, mother, Uncle Rhys, and Lucien winnowed onto the balcony.

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Stay tuned for part three!

#sarah j maas #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #azriel #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #azriel shadowsinger #eris x reader #Azriel’s daughter #shadowsinger #eris x oc #bad idea right #based on an Olivia Rodrigo song #acotar fanfiction #eris vanserra #high lord #amren #Rhysand #lucien vanserra #feyre #elain archeron #elain x azriel #elriel #Elain archeron daughter #queen vassa #jurian acotar #helion spell cleaver

[babybluebex]

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after an incident with your bully, eddie takes matters into his own hands to help you feel better. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | bullying, brief violence, mentions of blood, angst & fluff, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it! 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞| this story means a lot to me, because i wrote it how i want and not thinking about what would work bets to get the most notes. i wrote this during my brief little hiatus and it means a super lot to me, so enjoy!

You slammed open the door to the trailer, your vision blurry with tears. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to believe it. Your shirt felt sticky as it molded itself to your chest, and you sniffled, trying to keep quiet. Knowing Eddie, he was asleep, and you were thankful. Maybe you could get the stain out without questioning. 

You weren’t nearly that lucky. As you stripped the soiled shirt over your head, you stepped into the kitchen, and you saw Eddie sitting at the small, rickety table. He seemed preoccupied with a Dungeons and Dragons book, his eyes skimming the page as he nursed a bottle of beer, but stopped reading the moment he heard your sniffles. “Hey,” he said urgently, setting his book down. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?” 

You said nothing. How could you possibly explain to him what had happened? Of course, on the surface, it seemed easy to explain: Heather, your tormentor, had it out for you and had splashed a drink on you. Heather had been teasing you and bullying you ever since you first came to Hawkins in middle school and now, a few months shy of graduation, it seemed she was upping the ante. You knew exactly why she was too, and it was the exact reason why you couldn’t tell Eddie: it was him. 

Ever since you started dating Eddie, Heather and her cronies had become uncontrollable. There had been countless incidents in the past and you hadn’t told Eddie about any of them. He himself was already treated poorly by your peers, and you didn’t want him to suffer because of you, so you kept it all to yourself. That was starting to bubble up and boil over, though, and your crying became harder. 

“M’sorry,” you sniffled, scrubbing at the shirt underneath the kitchen faucet. It was Eddie’s shirt, his coveted Hellfire Club shirt, and you knew that was why Heather had targeted you in the first place at lunch that day. “Spilled a drink, I-I’m just clumsy. Go back to your book, don’t worry about it.” 

Eddie stood by you, his brown eyes full of concern. “Well, I am gonna worry about it,” he told you. “You’re crying, something happened.”

“Nothing happened,” you insisted quickly. The suds in the sink were growing with the running water, and you quickly turned the handle and shut the tap off. “Please believe me.”

“I don’t,” Eddie told you, and he reached out for your hands. When you turned away from him, though, Eddie’s big eyes softened. “You’re crying way too hard for just spilling a drink. And it’s the middle of the day and you have that geometry test this afternoon. You wouldn’t skip that. Tell me what happened.” 

“Eddie, God, listen to me!” you whined. “Nothing happened! I’m just upset because it’s your shirt, it’s gonna stain…” 

“It’s just a shirt, baby,” Eddie chuckled lightly, like he didn’t really believe in his own laughter. “I can make another one, it’s no big deal.”

“It is to me,” you told him, and Eddie’s arms finally captured you around your waist, tugging you close into his warm body. The safety of his chest, his comforting smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne, the reassuring beat of his heart; it was all too much, and you turned and sobbed into his chest. 

“Baby,” Eddie whispered, his hands smoothing down your back comfortingly. “Baby, baby, calm down. Look at me, tell me what happened.” His hands lifted up to your face and lightly touched your cheeks, and his thumb smoothed down your cheekbone. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, and Eddie placed a gentle kiss on your mouth. When he pulled away, his eyebrows were furrowed, his face a slate of seriousness. “I know you aren’t crying over staining my shirt. What happened? Who hurt you?” 

You couldn’t bear it anymore, and you pressed your face forward, touching your forehead to his chest. “D-During lunch, Heather came a-and threw her drink on me. I-I—”

“Fuckin’ Heather again?” Eddie seethed, his teeth clenched. “I thought you said she backed off!”

“No,” you shook your head, sniffling. “I-I never said that, I-I just stopped telling you about it.” 

You could tell that he was hurt by you keeping things from him. Eddie always wore his heart right on his sleeve, and the redness in his cheeks was clue enough for you to know that he was upset. “Well, what did she do?” Eddie asked. 

“Does it matter?” you muttered, and Eddie’s big hands captured your cheeks again and forced your face up to look at him in the eye. 

“Yes, it fucking matters!” Eddie exclaimed. “What did she do to you?” 

“Sh-She…” you began. “She said… She came up to me, I-I was just walking to the table… I saw Dustin, he waved at me, a-and I… She didn’t even try to make it look like an accident, she just did it. Splashed it on me and laughed, a-and she said…” You trailed off, pausing to catch your breath, and Eddie’s grip faltered on your face for just a moment. “She said ‘say hi to your freak for me’ or something…” 

“Jesus,” Eddie mumbled. “She only did it because I wasn’t there.”

“No, Eddie, no,” you sighed. “She would have done it anyway.”

“No, she wouldn’t have,” Eddie told you. “If it’s me she’s got the problem with, she can talk to me. Jesus Christ, baby, I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of my bullshit.”

“I’m used to it,” you sniffled, and your heart nearly stopped when you saw Eddie’s reaction, his eyes going big and his pink mouth opening in shock. “No! I-I mean, I’m used to Heather’s shit, n-not—”

“No, no, you’re absolutely right,” Eddie said, nodding. “I wrap you up in my shit time and time again, and now they’re targeting you. That’s not right, baby, I’m so sorry.” His arms went around you tightly, and he squeezed you close to him. “So, what happened after that? You just walked out?”

“Yeah,” you uttered. “I just couldn’t… Everyone was laughing at me.” 

“No, they weren’t,” Eddie mumbled, trying to soothe you, but you sniffled and wrestled yourself out of his arms. 

“Yes, they were!” you whimpered. “You weren’t there, you didn’t see it! They were all laughing! I-I just ran…” You turned back to the sink, to where Eddie’s shirt hung limply in the sudsy water, the brown soda stain still in the white fabric. “I always fucking run.” 

“Come here,” Eddie whispered, and he pulled you back into his arms once more. His front molded against your back perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, and he placed a kiss to your shoulder, just next to the strap of your bra. “I’m sorry that happened, baby. I’m so fucking sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you fix this?” 

You shook your head, your hands drifting to lay on top of his. Your head hurt from how hard you had been crying, and you sniffled and melted back into Eddie’s body, grabbing his hands tightly. “I love you,” you whispered. You didn’t know what else to say.

“I love you too,” Eddie whispered back, and he kissed the back of your head. “Go take a shower and lay down, baby, I can finish this. It’ll be fine, okay? Will the school call your parents? Are you gonna get in trouble?”

“Probably,” you sighed. “But I’m staying here for now. I don’t… I just need you.” 

You did as Eddie asked of you, cleaning the sticky Tab off of your arms and chest in a hot shower, and you settled yourself in Eddie’s bed. His blankets smelled so strongly of him, of the smell of his body and hair, and you wriggled yourself into a warm nest as you heard Eddie in the kitchen. He was speaking to someone, likely Dustin on his little walkie talkie, based on certain words you caught: “Hellfire” and “Heather” and “Did she really…”. 

Eventually, by the time sleepiness was making your eyelids sticky, Eddie slowly opened the bedroom door with a quick but quiet knock. “Hi, princess,” he said softly. “So, good news: I got the stain out. The Hellfire shirt lives to see another day.” 

“That’s good,” you whispered, pulling the blankets up to your chin. Eddie slowly made his way to the bed and he carefully sat down, as if any quick movements would startle you too much. His hand lightly touched your cheek, tracing your cheekbone, and you reached out of the blanket and curled your fingers into his. “Who were you talking to?” 

“Dustin and Mike,” Eddie said. “They were telling me everything that had happened. Baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You shrugged and sighed heavily. “I don’t know,” you said. “You have your own shit to deal with, I didn’t want you to worry about my shit too.”

“Baby,” Eddie said softly, and he brushed a lock of your hair out of your tired eyes. “They’re teasing you about me. It’s okay to tell me.”

“But…” you started. “I didn’t want you to feel bad about yourself.”

“Does it look like I do?” Eddie chuckled. “Listen, I’ll deal with this, I don’t want you worrying about it anymore.”

“How’re you gonna deal with it?” you asked, your heart suddenly racing. Eddie wasn’t violent, nor did he necessarily have the people skills required to talk it out, and you started to sit up and protest, “Eddie—”

Eddie shushed you gently, and he put his hand on your shoulder to push you back down to bed. “I told you, I’ll handle it,” he said. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, okay?” 

As much as you wanted to protest, you couldn’t help but believe him. He would take care of his shit, and apparently yours too, as much as you hated for him to worry about you and your bullshit. You knew him, and you knew that he wouldn’t break his word to you. 

“Are you going to talk to them now?” you asked, and Eddie nodded. 

“Dustin told me that Lucas said they’re having a party tonight,” Eddie told you. “I’m gonna go and just talk to Heather, see what her fuckin’ problem is.” 

“Okay,” you mumbled. “Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“Babe,” Eddie chuckled, and he shrugged. “I’m me. When have I ever done anything stupid?” He paused for a second, just long enough for you to roll your eyes at him, and he added, “Actually, don’t answer that. How about you go ahead and take a nice nap, and I’ll be home by the time you wake up?” 

Eddie left you with one last kiss on your lips, and he kept his word to you. You drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep, and you felt everything happening through a veil. You weren’t sure how long Eddie was gone, but you heard him come back into the trailer after the sun had stopped shining through the windows. He didn’t come into the bedroom for a long time, but, when he finally did, you sensed him sitting on the floor beside the bed as opposed to on it, right next to you. He watched you in your twilight sleep for a moment, and you finally opened your eyes to see him. 

His eyes were big and wet as he watched you sleep, but you couldn’t even focus on his lovely eyes. His nose was stained red with blood, his upper lip bearing the same red stains, his bottom lip bruised and bloody as well. “Eddie,” you gasped, snapping awake and alert in a moment. “Jesus! What happened to you?” 

“I tried to talk to Heather,” Eddie told you gently. He tenderly touched your chin, letting his thumb touch your bottom lip, and he said, “I showed up and everyone started acting all fucked up, like, I knew I wasn’t welcome, right? Anyway, I found her and was just trying to talk, but she kept raising her voice, y’know? Talking over me and shit. Her boyfriend eventually came and was making it worse, and he threw a punch at me.”

“Eddie,” you gasped and reached out for his face. It looked like his nose had been bleeding at one point and was stopped for now, red bloodstains on his shirt from the drip of it, and he winced every time he touched his lip. “Baby, what the fuck, are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” Eddie said. “He didn’t break my nose or anything, so it’ll be fine.” 

You sighed heavily and rolled out of bed, and you yawned as you went into the bathroom in pursuit of anything that might help clean him up. You searched through the cabinet and under the sink, until you finally found a little bottle of hydrogen peroxide, almost completely empty. It was better than nothing, though, so you grabbed it, along with a towel that hung on the back of the bathroom door, and you came back to Eddie. 

He was still sitting on the floor, and you made camp next to him before dotting some peroxide on the corner of the towel. “Let me see you,” you mumbled, gently turning Eddie’s face to look at you, and you tenderly began to clean up his lip. He winced and hissed at the sting of it against his wound, and it was your turn to gently shush him. “I know, baby,” you whispered. 

Quickly, Eddie’s hand fell to your waist, and he tugged you into his lap. Your legs parted around his waist as you sat, and his arms were tight around your middle as he hugged you and settled his face in your chest. “Can we do that later?” he asked softly. “I just need you right now.” 

“Baby, what happened to you?” you asked with a frown, and you set aside the towel and bottle to press Eddie’s head close to your heart. His hair was soft as you carded your fingers through it, and you gently kissed his head. 

“He said somethin’ ‘bout you,” Eddie mumbled. “Something real nasty, called you… Whatever, doesn’t matter. But he had been hitting me and I just couldn’t take it anymore… I threw a punch back. I think I broke his nose.” He laughed a little, just a small huff out of his nose, but you knew that he was bothered by his actions. Eddie wasn’t mean or violent, like everyone in Hawkins thought he was, but now he had just gone and proved them right. 

You held Eddie tight, smoothing down his hair and letting him hold you back just as tightly. He definitely needed that extra bit of loving, and you kissed his head gently. “I love you, Eddie,” you whispered, and he grabbed at your shirt, holding you right against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat on your stomach, his head situated right over your own heart, and he planted a kiss on your chest. 

“Love you too, baby,” he mumbled.

You sighed and played with his hair a little more, and you whispered, “My mighty protector. Wait until Hellfire hears about this, you’re turning into your DnD character, baby.”

“Protecting princesses and shit,” Eddie chuckled, and you knew that your man was back. “All in a day’s work.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things fanfic #my writing

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

okay okay okay okay, pornstar!steddie, my beloved, how about them and reader’s first time doing a film all together? like, they have already been in front of the camera together in many combinations before, but this is the first time it’s just the three of them… like how would it be? (in my mind they’re long into their relationship before this happens, like omg finally kinda long)

they would definitely be long into the relationship before it happened! i 100% see them wanting to wait, to make it really special; not just for them, but for their audience, too.

but when it finally does happen? let’s just say they all abstained from sex or masturbation for as long as they were able beforehand, which would be about two weeks. don’t ask how they were able to do that, because it was a long, hard two weeks for all three of them. why wait? they wanted to make sure they were needy, feral, absolutely rearing to go for it. it was your idea, mostly, and eddie wasn’t too keen on it, but he wanted to do whatever to make it special. so, he went along.

the film would start off being really corny, probably. it’s your usual dialogue, but eddie would want to go for that authentic porn feel of it all. he would say the cheesiest things, trying to set the mood and the film. you and steve go along, and soon the talking is giving way to clothes being removed. eddie and steve remove yours, you remove theirs, and then hands start wandering. eddie can’t stop touching your breasts (being the boob dude that he is), and steve is already focused on touching your pussy.

“you have the most perfect tits ive ever seen,” eddie would say, wrapping his lips around one of the nipples before tugging it in his teeth. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“i can’t wait to see her pussy,” steve would say, watching as eddie comes up to kiss you. “may i?”

you would nod, telling him to please do it. eddie makes out with you while steve makes his way down, opening your legs and groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt. eddie rubs your nipples and pulls on them, causing you to cry out. steve makes sure the camera is angled on your pussy, before kneeling down and starting to absolutely devour you.

eddie would join him, of course, but only after he tired of your tits. they would eat you out until you were screaming, then squirting, then pushing them away because it’s all too much. then i can see eddie being the one to fuck you first, because we all know porn star eddie has that pierced nine inch cock that everyone covets. you could take most of it, which he praised you highly for while stroking your hair and pressing kisses to your neck and jaw. he would be rough, though, completely unrelenting, absolutely feral, not stopping even after you’ve already cum. he has stamina, even with abstaining, and he flips you over to ride him, then fucks you doggy.

“look at the camera, baby,” he panted, grabbing your hair and holding your head up so you were forced to look. “let them see what a whore you are for me.”

you do it with a smile, and steve jerks off as he watches the two of you. but eddie isn’t having that; he suggests you blow him while he fucks you. you do it, giving steve sloppy head as eddie absolutely pounds into you. before he can cum inside of you though, he stops, pulling out and slapping that huge dick against your pussy.

“why did you stop?” you whine, looking back at him.

he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint as he smirks. “I think steve deserves a turn now. I’ll creampie you as soon as he’s done.”

“but—“ you begin, but stop as soon as steve pushes inside of you. you moan, looking back at him with half lidded eyes. “steve, you feel so good.”

“come here,” eddie says, coaxing your mouth onto his cock as you moan. you take most of it, and eddie holds your hair back with a moan while he roughly fucks your throat. “that’s it, that’s my good fucking girl.”

once steve cums, it’s eddie’s turn. he doesn’t last long that time, and once he pulls out, he puts the camera right on your dripping, leaking pussy. “look at that. look what a fucking slut she is for us.”

and of course, the movie doesn’t stop there. oh no, they’re not done with you. they eat their own cum out of your pussy, fingering it inside of you, not stopping until you’re begging them to and you’re completely fucked out. then, of course, they would focus on each other. you watch as they make out, as steve plays with eddie’s nipple piercings, and while they grind against each other.

“i think we should turn the camera off now,” eddie says. “a director told me once that the best porn is the kind that leaves them wanting more.”

“we could make a film of us together another time,” steve says as he shuts off the camera. “right now, I just want to hang out with my two favorite people.”

“hang out or make out?” you tease, moaning as eddie grabs you to kiss you. you toy with his tongue piercing as he kisses you deeply, hands in his hair before steve pulls you back to kiss you himself. you draw away after a moment, giggling. “are you both going to fight over me now?”

“maybe,” steve breathes, grabbing your tits while eddie kisses your shoulderblades. “the camera is off; it’s really showtime now.”

——

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[teabutmakeitazure]

"Chrollo, i know this sound unreasonable, but.... can we please have a cat?..."

The man in question pauses, shirt not even halfway buttoned as he slowly turns. It feels like an eternity has passed by the time his back faces the mirror and his eyes land on you. His scrutinising gaze quickly turns into a questioning one when he raises a brow, the expression being the most emotional one you’ve seen in a while.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to resort to this. Your hesitance and nervousness is evident in the way your weight shifts from one foot to the other and how your hands fidget behind your back. Chrollo’s eyes briefly go over the nervous ticks you display before he smiles, a teasing reply on the tip of his tongue.

“Why? Do I not give you sufficient attention?”

The sight of his chest from his unbuttoned shirt would have made you more uncomfortable if you hadn’t been mentally going over possible responses from ever since you woke up. Your brain is frankly fried and you just wanted to get over with the request before his surprisingly good mood turned into a sour one.

“A cat would be cuter,” you counter. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It’s common to have a pet. So why not?”

“I haven’t said no yet. I’m simply asking why.”

Ah yes. There it is. ‘All I am asking is why do you want another living being under the same roof when you have me? And yes, my authority is absolute, so there is still room for negotiation while I have not declined your request. Make use of this time wisely.’ You can practically hear it, even see the smug smile he sports in his mind. Honestly, if you could, you would’ve brought home a stray cat and forced Chrollo to let you keep it.

Alas, fate is cruel and you must go down the path of convincing this fiend. But it wouldn’t hurt to turn his game onto him, would it?

“And I,” you scoff, “am asking you why not? What’s wrong with having a cat?”

The bastard’s smile widens. “You said it yourself. It sounds unreasonable. I’m simply asking you why you want one. There are reasons why people covet things. Surely you have a reason as well.”

“Look,” you step towards him, stopping just two steps away and inside his personal space. It’s an action he loves, so you might as well make good use of it. “Cats are the perfect pets. They’re small, quiet and fluffy. I’m sure my mental health will thank you if you let me have one.”

He crosses his arms, still not convinced. “Your mental health is perfectly fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you better than anyone else alive.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Let me have a personal feline.”

“Convince me and I’ll let you.”

“Pets are statistically proven to increase bonding between household members.”

“I believe we’re already quite nicely bonded.”

“Last night, you were complaining about how I always supposedly keep you at arm’s length.”

“I don’t see how a cat would fix that.”

Honestly, you’re starting to regret requesting anything of him in the first place. Chrollo’s latest reply is met with silence on your part and a frown you threw in just for good measure. The man sighs, shakes his head and takes one step closer to you.

You simultaneously take one step back, maintaining the distance. Luckily, he doesn’t frown at you like he did last night.

“You’re asking for something that will have a considerable price to pay,” he states. “Are you sure you’re willing to spend so much on such a triviality?”

You know he’s messing with you, and you won’t back down. “Please? I promise to not let it get in the way even while travelling. I’ll take care of it properly and-”

“You have until tonight. Play your cards right and I might consider it.” There it is, the smug look you envisioned on his face earlier. “Besides, you should know that it might disappear overnight if you end up… misbehaving.”

Perhaps there’s still hope and the cat will scratch him on a daily basis.

#lighthearted banter but with spice #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucifer x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #AzureTea requests #i hc him as a cat person #only problem is that cats don't like him

[oomisluvr]

DO YOU THINK OF ME? (IN THE WAY I THINK OF YOU)

SYNOPSIS: falling in love after falling out of it. he’s still your kiyoomi after all this time. 

WARNINGS: ex-boyfriend!sakusa, lame!sakusa, awkward!sakusa, light swearing, references to sex but nothing super graphic, a little sad ngl but the ending is happy (or is it??), 4k words, MINORS, YOU KNOW THE DRILL

You’re not sure what started the break-up. The beginning of the end. You only know that it’s been eight months since you’ve last seen your ex, and the sight of him now feels like looking at a ghost.

Kiyoomi was obsessed with perfection. Still is, probably. Constantly drove himself to the brink just to achieve it, then wore his suffering as if it were a prize. It was all part of his look, the illusion of being put-together. 

In a lot of ways, he treated your relationship like that. Part of an illusion; a specific look. Like you were an accessory to his image. Yet another thing for people to covet about his life.

You, however, are not perfect. No one is. Hell, no relationship is perfect. You know that. Everybody knows that. 

Kiyoomi hated it. Some days it felt like he hated you. 

Life felt so good when all you did was dress up for galas and fall into bed with one another. When all you had to do was look pretty and smile for the media.

It made it easy to avoid your problems, until it wasn’t. Until so much resentment built up that you wanted to hit him with a car. Kiyoomi preferred to avoid your problems, while you faced the situation head on. He loved you, sure, but it felt like he always had one foot out the door. Ready to run when things inevitably went up in flames. 

It exhausted you – trying to reach a person who didn’t want to be touched. You wanted more, and Kiyoomi was scared of what you might see if you got too close. Did you ever really know him? Maybe it was easier to cut things off. Maybe you could have worked it out. 

The last few months of your relationship had been a blur. Fuzzy memories that feel so distant you can’t tell if you made them up or not. You can recall his general fear towards life, despite how hard he tried to overcome it. You remember how… tired he was. All the time. About everything. Including you. 

How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? You can't. You can only love them, but Kiyoomi didn't let you do that either.

Months later, you still don’t know what happened. Who pushed who away? 

You blink, remembering where you are.

He’s with his friend now, the rowdy one with the bleached hair. He gives you a once-over and visibly recoils, clapping your ex on the back with a mumble you can’t hear. You haven’t moved. Neither of you have. What is there to say? 

He’s still got that same piercing stare, studying you like one of his opponents from the court. Your heart thrums, remembering the nights he used to look at you like you were the only woman in the world. The memory burns, but you can’t seem to look away. 

He looks good, but he always looks good so that’s not really saying much. It’s the smaller details in his appearance that give him away. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable, now a deeper shade of purple in contrast to his sickly-pale skin. His face is a little slimmer too, clothes that are usually well-fitted are now draping loosely over his frame. It’s a small enough difference that any other person in his life probably wouldn’t notice. 

But you aren’t any other person, are you? 

He’s hurting. Bad. The irony makes your gut wrench, fills your bones with lead then tells you to take a dive off a pier. You ignore the voice in your head that whispers that you caused this; you did this to him. You broke him. 

“Hey,” he clears his throat, clearly rattled by your presence, “It’s… been a while. You look well. Nice to see you.”

“Yeah, uh, you too.” you chuckle, mindlessly scratching an itch on your elbow just to give your hands something to do, “How have you been?”

“The usual, y’know,” He’s strikingly good at evading even the most direct questions. “You look like you’ve been doing well.”

“You…” You suppress a grin, poking fun to make light of the situation, “Already said that.”

“Right, sorry.” Your sentiments fly right over his head. Kiyoomi looks… distressed to say the least. This is painful to watch. From your peripheral, you see his friend gag.

“I was actually wondering if we could catch up.” He forces the words out, the words clumsy when they leave his mouth, “Maybe do dinner or something. Catch a movie whenever. Bowling? Only if you want to, though. Whatever’s best for you.” The words are clipped and short, trying much too hard to be casual. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” You mumble, because it’s true. It’s 100% not a good idea to spend time alone with your ex-boyfriend. That damn itch on your elbow is back again, “New job has been hounding me all hours of the day.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” He looks crushed, the light in his eyes from initially seeing you now gone entirely. “I didn’t mean to make you… uncomfortable or anything. I just–yeah, sorry. Congrats on the new job, though. I told you that you could do it.”

You nod in agreement at his praise. You remember the night he told you those exact words, after comforting you over a bad day at your previous job. You remember how he took it upon himself to make your resume, sending it out to every employer in the city. It was invasive and honestly a little weird, but that’s just how he shows his love. 

Overprotective. Overbearing. It used to be so sweet before it felt suffocating. Like flowers that were nice in the vase on the windowsill. Until their pollen started closing your throat. Like a swim in the ocean on a Summer afternoon. Fun, until you're miles out from shore with no way home, saltwater clouding your vision and burning your lungs. 

You feel the waves wash over you. You clear your throat, like you can feel some pollen, too. 

“Actually,” you can’t stop the words from coming, you’ve lost sight of the shore already, “I think I have some time Thursday night. Maybe we could do something together then.”

“Yeah, sure.” He amends, eyes brightening slightly, “That works. I’ll, uh, text you?” 

“I got a new number recently,” You don’t know why you lie to him, “You can just DM me on Instagram. If we decide to do something.”

(You didn’t get a new number, but iMessage feels too personal. Social media feels like the perfect amount of distance.)

“For sure. I’ll text you. So we can do something.”

“Sounds good,” you offer a tight-lipped smile, “See you around, Sakusa.”

You can see something die in him when he hears his surname on your tongue. You used to call him Kiyoomi. Ki. Omi. Kiyo. Baby, but only sometimes. You used to call him sweetheart, when you really wanted something. Fuck, you used to call him yours. He blinks wildly, like you just struck him across the face. He stumbles a bit when he comes back to reality, rushing to get the door for you and holding it open, “See you around.”

He watches you the whole way, still standing at the door as you drive off, his figure disappearing in the rearview mirror. 

He texts you immediately. 

@s.kiyoomi [7:47PM]: It was great to see you again. Are we still down for Thursday??

You suppose that’s why it’s so easy to fall into bed with him, the familiarity of it all. Your body remembers his touches, had missed it. You writhe and moan and claw at his back before you’re both reaching your peaks, honey-slow and all-encompassing. It echoes to the furthest corners of your body and you feel it everywhere. He kisses your forehead after you both come down, even mumbles a breathless thank you against the skin there. It’s good, the familiarity. Good, good, good.

He leaves after that, when you don’t ask him to stay. He takes the hint. Good.

He comes back a few days later, though. Somehow he forgot his gloves. You guys fuck then, too. It’s good.

The next time he comes back to your apartment, it’s you who calls him. Not good.

You hadn’t meant to lurk. To make a burner account to follow all the Jackals for signs of Kiyoomi. You hadn’t meant to tap on Atsumu’s Instagram story. Hadn’t meant to keep tapping through it.

It’s a group picture with Atsumu and three other people including Kiyoomi. The one with the orange hair has a makeshift crown scribbled over his head, with a tag to his account and a sweet happy birthday message. The one with the gray hair is there, too, captured mid-sentence with a Heinekin in his hand. You had met him a few times. You remember he was sweet. Loud, but sweet. You smile at the photo, studying all the faces. Kiyoomi looks especially good, a small smirk on his face as he stares at the camera. Everyone is dressed handsomely. Good for them.

The next story is taken with the flash on, a short video of a packed club, sweaty bodies pressed on each other as they bump and grind to the music. There’s a figure that looks an awful lot like Sakusa, occupying a dark corner and talking to a smaller, thinner figure. Good for him. If that even is him. Good, good, good.

It’s the next story that has something ugly swelling in the pit of your stomach. It's a bigger group picture, with maybe 15 people. Everybody looks a little gone, probably wasted from so many complimentary shots and discounted birthday beers, so nobody is paying much attention to the camera, their minds elsewhere. Including Sakusa. Well, that, and the fact that he’s got an arm around that same girl from the previous story, captured mid-laugh as they whisper about whatever the hell they’re whispering about. 

It shouldn't bother you. It does. It has you sifting through your contacts to find his number. 

“Hello, Kiyoomi?” It’s loud when he picks up the phone, wherever he is at this point in the night. 

“Hey,” He sounds concerned and a little surprised, the commotion in the background slowly drowning out until you hear a door slam and it’s silent. The audio quality changes to staticky echoes. He must be in a bathroom, “Sorry, it was a little loud back there. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” You don’t know where this surge of embarrassment came from. Or why you’re reacting this way. “I was just calling if you wanted to watch the new season of You with me tonight. If you’re busy, don’t worry about it, I just thought—“

“Yes,” It sounds like a prayer, like something worthy of celebration, “Of course I do. I’m just a few blocks away. I could be there in fifteen minutes. Eight, if I run.” 

“Oh,” Part of you knew he would react like this, that he’d come running to your every beck and call. Part of you knows it's why you even called in the first place. You don’t know what that says about your character. You don’t care to know. “You don't have to rush over, we could always–”

There’s a banging on his side of the line, with a muffled demand to hurry the hell up, “Sorry,” he apologizes, though you aren’t sure to who, “I’ll head right over.” 

The call ends. 

You bite your cheek in anticipation, watching Atsumu’s instagram story again and again. 

He comes running, breathless as he pounds on your door. 

Eight minutes pass. Have you been watching his story all this time?

“Hey,” You greet him warmly, opening the door to fully let him in, “You look nice.” 

“Thank you,” he tries not to let the compliment get to his head, but he’s already dizzy from seeing you, “It was Hinata's birthday yesterday, so we all went out to celebrate with him for the weekend.” 

“I saw,” you comment, “Atsumu is very active on social media.”

“I took some pictures, come look.” 

It’s alarming how casual the two of you are, laughing on your sofa like old friends.You never gave it much thought, but there’s bits of him strewn around your apartment. His old highschool sweatshirt he never picked up. Throw blankets he brought over one night and never got back. There's a faded popcorn stain on the couch from when the two of you would binge movies together, the blemish etched into the fabric like a memory.

The grin he’s wearing tonight mimics the one from months ago, when you were choosing between centerpieces for a wedding reception. Your ribs ache.

“I thought the nightlife wasn’t really your thing?” You tease, a little bit of truth behind your words. You used to fight about this, too. Why couldn’t he be one of those “normal” boyfriends that go out with their partners? Couldn’t he do this one thing for you? Your fights were so petty – throwing tantrums just to get the other person’s attention. In hindsight, the issue hardly feels like an issue at all. 

“It wasn’t. Still isn’t, if I’m being honest.” His eyes find yours like he wants you to hear this. He’s different, somehow. He’s trying. “But I'm, uh, learning to try new things. Getting outside of my comfort zone and all that. It’s been fun, for the most part.” 

As he swipes through his camera roll, you see that girl again. She’s terribly pretty, soft cheeks and even softer lips. Big, doe eyes and high cheekbones; something in you withers, then rots and dies. 

“This is a good photo,” You can’t help the smile on your face at the sight of Kiyoomi and the blonde, throwing up the signature Jackals paw and grinning drunkenly at the camera. You tell the truth despite the words burning on your tongue, “She seems really sweet.” 

“She is,” He confirms, oblivious as ever, “Talks a lot, but she means well.”

“You two look good together.” Somehow it hurts more to say aloud. Makes it real, somehow. “You guys seem really close.”

“Yaichi? I mean, yeah, she’s a friend from college. She’s new to the team and I’m the only one she really knows. She tends to follow me around since we’ve known each other the longest.”

You hum, as he continues swiping. The thick atmosphere feels all too familiar to Kiyoomi, and suddenly he’s rushing forward with an explanation.

“She’s just,” nervousness bubbles out of him, “Our team manager, or something. She’s been shadowing that guy you think has weird hair.”

“Kuroo?” you laugh, remembering. You’re glad the conversation has shifted. “I never said he had weird hair!”

“You definitely did. On several occasions, actually.” He prods, “It’s alright – everyone thinks he has weird hair.”

Kuroo always looked out for you. Got you free tickets, never made you pay for merch, let Kiyoomi sneak you into the beautiful foreign countries they played in – that sort of thing. 

You feel your grin fade. That connection was severed after the breakup, “How is he, by the way?”

There’s a lot to catch up on – characters in Kiyoomi’s life that you are no longer a part of. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but you’re glad everyone is doing well even if you aren’t around to see it. The conversation spans late into the night, branching off on wild tangents about nothing in particular. You’re almost sad when you feel yourself getting sleepy. You don’t want it to end.

You truly have missed him. His company. His friendship. He’s still you’re Kiyoomi after all this time.

“Sorry for keeping you up,” He apologizes after seeing a yawn slip past your lips, checking his watch with a chuckle. It’s black. Sleek. Probably a Rolex. Very Sakusa, “I should head home and let you get to bed.” 

“Okay,” You rub your eyes, too tired to protest, “Let me walk to the door.”

Kiyoomi is silent as he helps you clean up the space, folding your throw blankets and fluffing the decor pillows. He lets you get his coat for him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” His keys are loud as they dangle in his hand. He lingers in your doorway.

“Goodnight, Kiyo.” You sigh. 

Neither of you move. Time seems to slow. It still ticks by too fast. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it. 

“I, uh, really missed this.” He swallows, “I really missed you.” 

“Yeah,” You’re tired of fighting. Physically, mentally. You want him, still. He’s still your Kiyoomi, after everything, despite everything, “Me too.” 

He chuckles, “You called me and I just. Ran over.” 

“Yeah,” You find the energy to smirk at that, “Why did you do that?”

“Because you asked me to.” he breathes, and you read between the lines. I’d do anything you asked me to.

You’re suddenly flustered at his proximity, looming in your doorway like a ghost. You almost can’t believe he’s here. Ditched his teammates – his friends – to come spend time with you. Ran several blocks at midnight because you wanted to see him. You, his ex-girlfriend. You, who broke his heart. He must be some kind of a masochist. 

(He must be in love. The thought scares you, so you stop thinking it).

“Can I–?” His voice raptures you from your thoughts, his sharp gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes. You can feel it radiating off him – the longing. He wants this just as bad as you do.

“Yeah.” You breathe, reaching up to kiss him. 

The kiss is gentle. Unsure. It’s more like two lips pushed together than an actual kiss, but the sentiment is still there. He kisses you like it’s the first time, like it might be the last. You don’t want it to end. It does. 

There’s so many raw emotions, so much hurt shared between the two of you. Looking in his eyes, you don’t allow yourself to think, to feel, before you’re pulling him in by his collar and slamming your lips against his for the second time. He reacts instantly, deepening the kiss with a and a supportive hand to the back of your head. He walks you backwards and lies you back on the couch like you’re made of glass, and fucks you like he means it. Like it really might be the last time, because neither of you know what the hell you’re doing. He goes slower. Deeper. Savors it just a little longer. Makes your toes curl and your voice twist up in pretty cries of his name. You shower together after. He sleeps beside you. 

(It’s been months since he slept in your bed. You ignore how it’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long while.)

You wake up the next morning to empty sheets. 

It doesn’t surprise you. It does hurt though, but you aren't sure why. You distance yourself from the feeling entirely. You start a load of laundry instead. 

Twenty minutes pass and there’s a commotion at your front door, the sound of crumpled paper bags and the soft jingle of keys alerting you of another presence. 

“Oh, you’re awake.” He shyly smiles, bags in hand, “I wanted to have something ready for you before you woke up. I took your keys, if that’s alright. Hungry?”

You hum sleepily, a faint smile on your lips, “I could eat.” 

“Perfect,” he mumbles under his breath, rushing to your small dining table to lay out his goods, “I wasn’t sure what to get, so I kind of got everything.” 

It’s french bread from the bakery down the street, and a few pastries because Kiyoomi has a sweet tooth. There’s still steam rising from them – they must’ve just been made. There’s fresh cheese from the deli, too, and whatever fruits he could find. You grab one of the tangerines and start peeling.

Kiyoomi’s occupied himself with making the two of you coffee. You watch as he navigates himself through your kitchen in a domestic rhythm. He’s probably spent more time in it than you have. 

He hums quietly to himself as he puts just the right combination of creamer and sugar in your mug, swirling the contents softly as he makes his way over to your small dining table. 

You take the mug from his hands and take a sip. It’s perfect because of course it is. 

“Good?” He asks, but the tilt of his head tells you he knows the answer. You roll your eyes. He offers a satisfied grin in return. “Muscle memory.”

The two of you dig in, eating quietly in each other’s presence. 

“I thought you left.” You surprise yourself at your forwardness. 

He stops chewing, politely wiping his mouth with a napkin before answering, “Why would I ever do that?” You blink.

“You used to be so rigid. Afraid, maybe? I don’t know.” You shrug, not really knowing what your own words mean, “But it’s nice to see you like this. You seem lighter. Happier. More comfortable with yourself.”

“Yeah. I, uh,” he averts his gaze, suddenly entertained with the buttery flakes of his croissant, “I realized some things after our break-up. You were right. About everything, really. I didn’t allow myself to be vulnerable with you. All you wanted was to love me, and I refused to let you in. You didn’t deserve that.“

“You didn’t deserve that either–” his honesty blindsides you, “–To feel like you couldn’t be vulnerable. I know I didn’t create the safest environment for communication. I caused a lot of petty fights just to get a reaction out of you. I should have been more honest with how I was feeling.”

“Is that…” He swallows, looking pained, “Is that why you pushed me away?”

“I…pushed you away?” You frown, heart breaking from hearing his side of things, “I wasn’t trying to push you anywhere. I missed you, is all. I just wanted us to get back to where we were.”

He smiles solemnly, eyes empty, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Truely, I am.”

You nod your head softly, “I’m sorry, too.”

Silence fills the air, but there’s nothing awkward about it. It’s light. Forgiving. With all cards on the table, there’s nothing to hide. The two of you continue eating. Breakfast nearly finished, you take another clementine, peeling away the tough rind and chewing softly. “Do you, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “Do you think we can try again? Try us again?”

You hum, peeling off another segment.

You offer him a slice, hand outstretched.

get this out of my sight

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