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euphoricimagination · 5 months

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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Nekoma

You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later

When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view

No one in the team was happy

Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls

Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager

They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are

“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence

“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo

And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive

“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on

“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him

“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”

“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”

That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug

“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”

"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet

The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief

Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name

Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”

You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you

Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.

“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him

So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you

“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo

“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”

She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it

After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one

Inarizaki

After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys

They were having a small hangout in the Miya household

They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you

But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive

She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you

“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising

“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence

“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk

In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being

“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”

“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning

“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous

“No, you’re not” Osamu adds

“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say

“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her

“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders

The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”

“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”

She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you

“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle

“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds

“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna

The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions

You love this foxes too much

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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this

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ellabscrush · 2 months

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— play with my pussy, not my heart.

a/n; this has been an idea in my head for awhile but kept scrapping it, hopefully this is alr. btw my requests are opennn.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw; smut, mdni, fingering, reader has a nervous habit that might triggering, dom!reader, flirting, language, slap kink once, arguing, abby is a dick here lol, trust issues, angst?? lmk if i missed any!!

sypnosis; your well known girlfriend who has a reputation of being a player finally decides to settle into a serious relationship with you. aware of your girlfriend’s past, abby’s project partner comes to intervene with your thoughts & worries. back and forth arguing isn’t going anywhere, you had to show her other ways on who not to mess with.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

“it’s just a small study sesh baby, nat even agreed to do it at our apartment!” abby walks towards you as she hovers over, “so no need to worry, ‘kay?”

she caresses your face and pecked your lips.

nat, aka natasha ferreira, is apart of western university’s dance team. you’ve seen her around before wearing white flowy skirts and layered jewelry. you once heard her talking about how her parents got a brand new bmw for her quinceañera.

i guess there was nothing to hate about her, other than the fact she is gorgeous and very talented with her dancing. this was just another one of your stupid overthinking.. right?

“okay abs.. thank you,” you gave her a soft smile.

“that’s my best girl.”

besides, trust was the thing you both had been working on these past months. dating abby was going to be a challenge. you knew it and your friends knew it. though they weren’t too supportive with her intentions at first, you were convinced abby could change her acts if she reallyy tried.

three knocks suddenly interrupted your little conversation. abby sprinted to the door and opens it to find a joyful figure in front of her.

nat gasps, “abby! this is my first time seeing you outside of uni,” she smiles with excitement.

abby smiled back and leaned for a hug, leaving you to stare at them with a lump of jealousy in your throat.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

one minute you were next to abby, and then the second the brunette is touching forearms besides her with those stupid doe eyes, glossed lips, and weirdly seductive black platform heels. god she’s annoying.

“your handwriting is shit!” the brunette teased, giggling as she leans to abby.

“yeah?” your girlfriend chuckles, “this is what you get for choosing me as your partner.”

nat shrugs, “well then i can deal with it.”

you tried so hard to not be bitter. really you did. but each time you glance at the two across the kitchen island, you swore the both of them were doing this shit on purpose.

sudden eye contacts with you everytime they laughed together, unrelated conversations, and some flirty remarks. oh, and not to mention the obvious footsies that was happening under the table. like you can literally see it.

“fuck me..” you muttered.

“what’s that princess?” abby asks you, the nickname made nat changed her demeanor quickly.

you turned back to meet nat’s eyes, then to abby, and back to nat.

“nothin’ love,” you put a convincing smile.

three hours long night full of giggling and jokes you didn’t even get later on.. you find yourself yelling back and forth in your shared bedroom with abby who literally couldn’t understand where you were coming from.

abby groans, “goddamnit we talked about this!”

“i never did anything to her, you were literally infront of us,” she raised her voice.

“abs, she deadass rubbed her foot on your leg multiple times and leaned to you everytime you both laughed..”you went on, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“well.. we’re just having a little fun, is that romantic to you?” abby asks with her hand crossed to her chest, her facial expression screams ‘you’re being crazy.’

you were exhausted trying to find ways to communicate without bringing up abby’s past, like you both agreed to. however, your concerns shouldn’t supposed to end in argument. you shook your head, letting out a long sigh and sat on the edge of the bed.

“i- i don’t know abby,” you stammered, “i guess it is romantic when they do the things i do to you.. since i am yours.”

you gazed down at your feet with teary eyes while unaware as you were digging your nails into your thighs. this was a nervous habit of yours in which you don’t realize you have been doing it for so long. your girlfriend, however, does.

she slowly walks closer to the edge of the bed and kneeled down to your eye level.

“you are mine.” her voice sounding more reassuring and softer like you could faint at that moment.

“i thought you could’ve been better for me..” you sniffled

abby panicks once she realizes you were crying, “baby no.. fuck i’m trying..”

“trying?” you looked up.

the blonde sighs, “will. i will be better.”

she moved your hands from your thighs with one hand, while other pushes your head closer to hers for a deep kiss. more so, a sloppy one. she wipes your cheeks and the kisses started from sweet, to mean in a heartbeat. abby stroked you waist, making you clench you thighs together.

abby smirks, “you turned on princess?” she asks and you just whimpered in response, “fuck.. i gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

knowing your girlfriend has plans tomorrow morning, this sparked an idea in your head. abby can become a submissive mess when you’re in charge. so you decide to show her other ways who not to play with, and whose pussy she can only play with!

“so?” you replied in between kisses, “don’t want me to scream your name tonight?”

.. besides, making her miss out a big free brunch with her friends the next day will be an added punishment you thought.

the blonde smiles and throws you to the middle of the bed, causing you to squeal from the unexpected move. abby aggressively pulls down your shorts and underwear. your wet slick was ready for her.

“look at you all ready for me,” she circles her thumb on your lips slowly, “gotta fuck that jealousy out quick or else i’ll be late tomorrow, princess.”

you smiled maliciously in response as you bite your lip. abby then shoves her two fingers inside your mouth, “open.”

she pumps her ring and middle finger in and out. being all soaked in your drool making it wet enough to fit in your pussy. the sounds of your whimpers made her go crazy. you shut your eyes feeling abby’s cold, drenched fingers sliding inside.

your body shuttered, “s-shit baby..”

the sounds of your wet pussy is practically making abby drool.

“feels so fuckin’ good, keep going,” you ordered keeping a strong eye contact with the blonde, “just like that..”

“that fucking pussy,” abby whispers, you licked your lips looking down at her fat fingers going in and out, “you needy whore,” she degrades.

her words were like fire and heaven at the same time. you wouldn’t be so pissed off at her if she hadn’t let nat be all over her for three hours straight. now it’s your job to remind her whose pussy she can fuck. and the only one.

you let out an airy laugh, “i’m the whore hm? atleast i wasn’t flirting with another bitch,” she looks up at your face. you were trying to keep your composure while being mercilessly fucked.

you sat yourself up with elbows on the mattress, “you proud of yourself huh?” just inches away from her stupid smirk.

“faster,” you demanded.

she curled her fingers inside of you, hitting your g spot like a pro. you can help but let out a moan and rocked your hips in rhythm. that smirk of hets turned to an amazed expression once she hears your juices sloshing around.

“fuck baby,” abby was practically drenched under her pjs wanting to taste you, “p-please need to taste you.”

“nuh uh, you’re being mean all day. you don’t, f-fuck, deserve me.”

abby was desperate just by hearing you speak like this. you’re such an angel around her normally, like when she first met you, you were different than the other girls she had met before. she fell for you. but damn that mouth of yours was killer in bed.

the rare times you controlled her was only when you were pissed off at your girlfriend for the amount of disrespectful flirting that was happening in front of you, or not giving you updates on what she’s doing with her girl friends. however, you can’t blame yourself for having mixed trust issues knowing how many girlfriends abby has had.

maybe you’ve been too patient with her? letting shit go so easily?

“shit- c’mere” you groaned and kissed her viciously at the thought of her fucking another girl. one hand around her neck while the other grips her loose hair.

“mmm, keep going..” you moaned in her mouth.

abby rubs your clit, feeling your juices squirting all over her thighs, “p-please baby.. lemme clean you up” she begs to lick your folds but you resisted.

you slapped her cheek, her needy face turning red.

“shut up,” you growled, “better stop messing around.. i deserve fuckin’ better.”

abby whimpers, putting her head back in frustration. she then looks down to see you, a dripping pussy drunk mess. her fingers were sticky and all tired. however, she’s not stopping until she screams your name.

“atleast say my name when you cum,” she pleaded, “please.”

her voice made you feel every type of way. your thighs starting to heat up, a familiar feeling as you have had fucked yourself with the thought of her in the past. pounding noises as you thrust your hips on to her fingers harder puts many heated scenes in your head.

“abby.. oh my god- m’ fucking cumming..”

“that’s my girl, ride daddy’s dick,” she encourages you.

an orgasm was washing over you, “abby you’re mine. fuck- ah-“ you burried your face in the crooks of her neck.

“all yours baby, i’m sorry.” she kissed all over your shoulder, genuinely feeling bad that she didn’t give you the reassurance you wanted earlier.

“abs- fuckfuckfuck,” you screamed out, screaming her name loud enough the apartment below could hear you, “i hate you so much..”

“i love you princess.. love it when i make you cum..” she admits. your legs shaking like crazy, feeling overstimulated.

you know how that goes..

once you orgasmed, you let abby suck her fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. and just like that, you were laying down with a fast pounding in your chest. she caresses your stomach and kissed all over your body, still needing to feel you more. but knew you needed her the most.

“hey, you okay?” she asked softly, looking at your sleepy eyes. she just wanted the both of you to be good. “i’m fine.. just a little tired. i feel like you don’t know how badly it hurts me to see you purposely being all over people like that.”

abby sighs, knowing she fucked up. she didn’t want to be that person anymore. she loved you, really, but her actions just aren’t the thinkable. you both sleep skin to skin while she stays up to watch you fall deep in your sleep.

“i love you, angel.” she whispers. feeling all the guilt in her chest, your girlfriend pulls you in closer.

of course, she had to make it up to you the next day so she cancelled all plans. it’s not like she got up in time anyway.

well now you both know she won’t ever be doing that shit again.

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siredtosturniolos · 2 months

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house of mirrors

paring: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: halloween was without a doubt your favorite holiday, always seeking the thrill that comes with being scared. you find yourself going to the house of mirrors by yourself, but you never were truly alone, were you?

warnings: smut! sex w a stranger, mask kink if you squint. (heavily inspired by haunting adeline! a great dark romance book if you’re into that btw)

authors note!: guys this is my first like, fr smut so pls lmk how it is!! (also im new to tumblr and i can’t respond to comments on posts like what???) also hopefully this is proof read enough i kinda gave up lol

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it was october 31st, your favorite time of the year which means your favorite halloween carnival had made its way back to santa monica blvd.

the west hollywood halloween carnival.

it was a tradition for you and your friends to attend every year, and you were typically the first to enter any frightening experience. you love the thrill of being scared, the thrill of not knowing what’s coming next and perhaps you liked it a little too much.

the silent gasps or he pressing of your thighs, was often how you spent your day during these experiences. especially anytime someone with a ghostface mask came in your line of sight

you and your friends had spent hours at the carnival attending various activities and shows having a good time. they had definitely stepped up their game from last year leaving you wanting more.

you see a sign, pointing in the direction of a haunted house of mirrors. quickly expressing to your friends do you wanted to go but they had had enough.

“you’re crazy if you think I’m gonna go through that.” one of your friends spoke, the others nod in agreement

You shrugged. “well i’m going, so i guess i’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“‘kay, be careful and have fun! we will be at the apple cider stand.” one of your friends offered with a smile, before you parted ways.

you kept walking in the direction of the house of mirrors, finding that it became less and less populated as you walked. it was on the edge of the carnival grounds, almost secluded, and you finally found it and saw that there was no one standing at the entrance, allowing yourself to slip inside wordlessly.

you didn’t know what to expect, but you were shocked seeing the mirrors surrounded by black painted walls with a slight red hue from the ceiling from the led lights. cob webs and fake spiders decorated the ceiling.

before you step in any further, you check the time cursing to yourself as you realize the fair is supposed to close in just over an hour.

mazes were one of your favorite things, and you were upset slightly that you had to rush due to not wanting to be stuck here after hours.

it takes all of five minutes before you’re lost, you keep your hands out in front of you preventing you from running face first into one of the mirrors. the feeling sunk in and your heart rate started pumping irradically, your breathing uneven with excitement.

you knew you weren’t alone, as this was supposed to be a haunted house of mirrors, desperately waiting for any signs of life as you knew someone would pop out to scare you soon.

in the distance, you hear a faint shuffling of feet, and you couldn’t help but grin yourself. you just hoped the mirrors wouldn’t ruin the ruin the scare as you quickly glanced around in all directions, trying to spot somebody.

you almost fall face first into a mirror, but you’re quickly distracted as you hear a chuckle. your head snaps up at the sound, your adrenaline spikes quickly pumping the chemical into your heart, and kicking up the speed further.

finding your way past the mirror that almost gave you a nose job you begin walking again.

“why aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a deep husky voice whispered, that seemed to have come from every direction of the room you were in. your limbs freeze, not sure if you were hearing or if it actually was whispered to you.

you keep charging forward, determined to figure your way out before whoever it was in here could actually mess with you.

“where are you going pretty girl?” your jaw drops in shock and a sinister chuckle echoes making your skin scatter with goosebumps from the tone of voice you had heard.

maybe if you keep quiet, he won’t be able to find you in this dark lighting. you quickly resume walking up until your speedwalking through the tricky gaze of the mirrors. you have no idea how far you are, but you’re unsure if you’ve even made it halfway through.

suddenly a tall figure in reflecting across the mirrors, dressed in all black with a ghost mask face on his head. you gasp at the sight, thighs clenching instantly. you begin whipping around just to find more of his reflection as he’s not behind you, but he’s somewhere close.

“stop it!” you bite out, your chest heaving. he doesn’t answer and you’re caught in a whirlwind, my body moving in in circles, desperate to figure your way out and away from him.

“you come here alone?” the man asked as his reflection as he resumed walking.

you swallow nervously, “obviously.” you whisper, still searching for where he is. it feels like you shouldn’t have said that.

“no one here to save you.” he teases you, crossing his arms across his chest as he halts his actions.

your eyebrows raised instantly, “why the hell would I need to be saved? are you going to hurt me?” you incredulously asked, getting another chuckle out of the man.

“no,” he instantly replies before his reflection is completely taken away you spin in circles, trying to see if he’s approaching you. you were bound to throw up due to the amount of spinning you had done tonight.

hi figure suddenly comes back to the mirrors, now missing his shirt and your cheeks flushed at the delicious sight surrounding you.

“i’m going to ruin you.” you take a hesitant step backwards, nearly bumping into a mirror and watching him intently.

his image moves, his body walking in a different direction. is he coming closer? it’s too hard to see, the adrenaline in your system rising to dangerous levels kept you on your toes.

he’s scaring you.

“run,” he growls “if i find you, i fuck you.”

And you instantly sprained into action, running with your hands slightly extended, bumping into mirrors as you make your way through the maze. after a few minutes, you’re already out of breath the adrenaline and fear are getting to you. your chest is constricted too tight.

you couldn’t help but be turned on as you realize you’re lost and trapped with a stranger, who’s actively promising something if he catches you. chest pumping you wait for him to find you there’s no chance you can outrun him, as he works here and knows the maze like the back of his hand.

breath suddenly tickles your ear, sending chills down your spine. you clench your eyes shut at the feeling of his hot body pressing into your back. he keeps his hands to himself for now, but you know that won’t last much longer.

“i’ll scream.” you threaten through a broken whisper. you watch in bewilderment as he slowly lifts his hand and takes off his mask. he was painfully gorgeous. longer brunette hair with piercing blue eyes, perfectly plump, pink lips pouting slightly as he stared back at your reflection.

maybe i can scream for different reasons you thought to yourself.

you quickly turn around to get a real look at him, that isn’t a reflection for the first time tonight. he’s instantly leaning forward and capturing your lips between his the second you turned to face him.

you were fighting with yourself, unsure if you really wanted to hook up with this really hot stranger in the middle of a mirror maze. testing the waters, you bite down on his bottom lip, a deep groan swirls through your mouth, urging you to bite harder.

he tastes like cherry soda. you can’t help but let a low moan slip past your lips at the taste, not expecting something so delicious. you slightly start to back away as you realize how crazy this is, and his palm reaches up to wrap around the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer.

you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, lost in the taste of him, lost in the weight of his lips on yours. realizing what you’re doing you release his lip from your teeth, and attempt to pull away again.

he doesn’t let you let go and instead sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. he let his teeth painfully nip at your lip, causing you gasp at the sensation, granting him access and allowing him to explore your mouth.

your pussy responds instantly, throbbing from the feel of his tongue. an involuntary moan escapes as his tongue traced yours, and his kiss turns fierce. you’re running out of air so you have to harshly push yourself away from him and stumble back into the mirror behind you, sucking in several deep breaths, your cheeks suddenly trapped between his large hands.

“give me those fucking lips.” he spits before, forcing his tongue back into your mouth. the kiss was so heated you could feel sweat form at your hairline. your hands travel between your bodies, slowly going up his stomach to a firm chest. you roughly push him away, your lips separating with a audible smack.

“stop,” you begged, foggy and confused from the lack of air.

“what did i say?” he demanded harshly, quickly evading your personal space yet again.

“if i catch you, i fuck you.” he repeats slowly as he leans against the mirror behind you looking down on you, “i know you want this, you’ve been watching me all night, baby.” your breath hitches at his words, remembering all the times you had seen him earlier in the day. you had assumed it was several people, as ghost face was a popular character.

your mouth opens, but the words are slow to tumble past your lips, “you aren’t fucking me in here.”

“why not baby? you afraid i’ll fuck you better than you’ve ever had before?” he asked, placing a wet kiss to your neck, making you shudder with pleasure.

with the way he was acting and speaking, you knew you were going to cave soon. this was just out of your realm so you weren’t sure if this is really something you should do.

“i’ll stop if you really want me too, but from the way your body is reacting to me,” he grins down at you, wedging a thigh between your legs and pressing slightly making your hips buck in an desperate need of attention. “you want this more than you think you do.”

you both stand in silence for a few moments before his long fingers latch onto the zipper of your hoodie, slowly pulling it down. the material parting at a painful pace, and the sound of metal teeth separating seems deafening compared to the silence you were just in.

drake said something about you only live once right? fuck it.

“don’t torture me.” you spit out, your anger flashing from his deliberately, slow pace. a wicked smile flashes onto his face at your desperate tone of voice.

“but that’s exactly what I plan to do to you.” he, he replies, goosebumps rise on your skin once again as begins to brought up your shirt, wanting you to take it off, and i’m reminded suddenly that we are not alone.

“someone could come in here.” you whisper, your voice on the verge of cracking.

the man shakes his head briefly, “It’s just us baby you don’t have to worry about it.”

“i don’t even know your name.” you carry on in order to distract him buying yourself time to recollect your thoughts and process what’s about to happen.

“chris.” he replied instantly, his gaze zoned in on the exposed skin of your lower stomach as he lifted the shirt, higher and higher. finally, the shirt is gone and he leans back towards you, letting his hands drift up your stomach and cup your breast.

he squeezes your breast nearly to the point of pain, before he lowered his head to place a soft kiss to your left nipple, “if we had more time, i would fuck these.” he promises before releasing them and moving his hands to the buttons of your jeans.

this is wrong, so very wrong, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop him from unzipping your jeans, or even when he hooked his thumbs on either side and pulling them down

he helps you out of your shoes and then slips the jeans free, leaving you in nothing but your black and orange lacy thong. chris’ eyes light up upon seeing them, tracing the delicate silk before snapping the band against your skin.

“my favorite color is orange.” he mumbles, biting his bottom lip.

“you have to undress too.” you insist, not liking the feeling of being so exposed what he still had his jeans and shoes on. he smirks down at you and jesters for you to have at it. you undressed him slowly wanting to tease him the way he’s been teasing you all night.

you nearly choke on the air when you pulled down his pants and underwear, finally resting your eyes on his hard cock. without a doubt he was bigger than you’d ever had.

he pulls you in for another erratic kiss, full of teeth clashing and spit being exchanged. the energy between you both is as rising, as you both drink from each other, lust and sparks of fire heavy in the air. as your tongues fight for dominance, his hands slip around your waist and lifts you effortlessly. you wrap your legs around his trim waist just as you feel the cool glass press against your back as he had suddenly moved you backwards.

he quickly grasped your thong, effortlessly ripping the thin fabric from your hips shocking you. you detach yourself from his mouth and look at him in shock. e ignores your look and positions the head of his cock at your entrance.

“spread your pussy for me, baby.” he orders you though gritted teeth. you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal see from your core. a deep red flush stains your chest as you spread your legs further apart. his hands tightens on your hips almost painfully, and you can’t help but hope to wake up with fingerprint bruises left to remind you of this night.

you trailed a hand down your stomach, slowly spreading your lips apart, hissing as the gust of air is now penetrating your exposed sex.

“don’t even think of moving your hands.” he threatens, a second before he’s pulling you down on his dick.

you gasp, your free hand flying to his chest so you can push him off, he’s too much stretching you wider than you’d ever been. you whimper from the stretch, the slight burn, as you can feel his girth slide between your fingers as begins to slightly thrust deeper.

“t-too much!” you whine out, your back arching as he inches his way inside of you.

he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing it rapidly making you back arch further as he continues to work himself inside of you. he finally bottoms out and barely gives me any time to adjust, but the pain is morphing into something far more pleasurable and breathtaking. he slides out and pushes in quickly, a low moan rattling through his chest.

your body feels impossibly full, the sensation driving you wild. your a whining mess, clenching down tightly only encouraging chris to move faster.

he pulls out to the tip and then he slams his entire inside of you. here’s no doubt you could see him bulging in your stomach.

“chris!” you screamed, struggling to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.

“fuck I can barely fucking fit.” he groans and you can’t help but agree. it must be why it feels like you’re getting torn in half.

he braces himself against the mirror, his body is consumed with the pleasure. shockwaves of pleasure scatter throughout your body as he quickens his pace, roughly fucking you against the mirror while loud noises you’ve never made fall from your lips.

the pleasure is blinding in the feeling of him, sliding in and out between your fingers, only helping to build the pit of your stomach begging to be released.

“i want you to watch the way i fuck you.” chris demands, roughly smacking your clit. it takes everything in you to peel your eyes open and sweep them over the mirror’s surrounding you.

several different mirrored images are staring back at you, being able to see the way his ass clenches as he fills you to the brim, his back muscles tensing, and how good his arms look from supporting your weight.

eventually, your eyes find their way back to his face, a sexy smirk placed on his lips. he leans in close, allowing his lips to barely brushing yours, as he watches you slowly come apart at the seams.

“tell me baby, have you ever been fucked this good?”

you bite your lip and shake your head, fighting the urge to close your eyes as the pleasures starting to become too much. he’s not oblivious to this though, as he changes the position, sliding each arm underneath your knees, and hiking them up higher than they were before. he instantly hit that special spot deep inside of you, your legs begin to violently shake.

“oh my god.” you moan out, this time you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

your stomach is tight and you know your orgasm is approaching, and you can’t help but wish this could last even longer than it had.

“you want to come all over my cock baby?” he darkly taunts, bringing a hand down to your clit again and rubbing expertly.

you nod your head frantically, but he wants words.

“say it.” he spits out, slowing his thrusts, knowing that you were so close to falling off that delicious edge

you let out a whine, “please let me come all over your cock.” out speak through gritted teeth, watching a triumphant smirk make its way onto chris’s face. his fast pace resumes, his dick fucking into you faster than before bringing you right back to that edge yet again.

“come for me baby, wanna feel you.” he groans into your ear and that was all you needed to hear for the band in your stomach to finally snap. you screamed his name as you came, your body convulsing and arching into his.

chris responds in his own moans and whimpers as he slams into you one last time painting your insides until it can no longer fit inside of you. you’re catching your breath as you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs as he slowly lowered your legs, slipping out of you.

chris is breathing heavily in front of you, his eyes dark as he watches his cum slip down your thighs, lifting a hand to scoop it up and offer it to you. you let your lips part and he places his fingers on your tongue, and you take the pleasure of swirling them around in your mouth, sucking harshly. he takes a deep breath as he pulls his fingers away.

wordlessly, chris helps you redress yourself minus your thong that he had decided to pocket once he had put his jeans on himself. zipping up your hoodie, you turn to face mirrors to see the damage your face had gone through. your mascara was smeared, your lipstick basically gone, and your lips were puffy from the brutal kissing.

as you’re doing your best to wipe up the mascara, chris comes up behind you and starts to run his fingers through your hair as it had been tangled from rubbing against the glass for so long.

“thank you.” you quietly speak, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

chris grin back at you, “that was really fun.” he replied, coming to stand beside you and lean against the mirror you were staring at.

you hummed agreement, “i hope you’re from here cause i’d really like to do that again.” he continued, surprising you as you figured this was just a one night stand type of thing, but it must not be to him.

quickly you exchange phone number’s and part ways with a dopey smile on your lips as you were slightly limping to go back towards your friends. checking the time you’re shocked to see that it’s an hour past closing, and your friends texted you saying they were waiting in the car.

you quickly make your way out to the parking lot not missing chris, who was standing by the entrance with a few other team members as they were all staring at you as you made your way towards your friends car.

“where the fuck have you been!?” your friend instantly demands the second you open the door and slip into the passenger seat.

you offer a shy smile, “i got lost.”

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolos #writers on tumblr #chris sturniolo imagine

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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can u guess which gif will be at the end of this. can you guess. i'll bet at least a few of you can guess XD

Charlie: "New plan- group bonding through shared, SAFE, suffering!"

Alastor: “Oh joy~”

Husk: "Not this fucking shit again."

Angel Dust: "Well hey as long as it's consensual sufferin'~"

Niffty: (lifts arms at vaggie) "YEEET ME!!!"

Vaggie: "Ughh... no."

Niffty: "Aww."

Vaggie: "I'm never living that one down am I?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, you don't need to live anything down EVER-"

Alastor: "Cough cough! Lied to her girlfriend for three years, cough cough!"

Angel Dust: "Dude you're not supposed t' SAY cough."

Husk: “That’s the part you’re fucking annoyed at?”

Charlie: "-and the POINT is, your whole idea about going through hell to trust the people who go through it with you? Not entirely on the wrong track!"

Vaggie: "Yaaay."

Husk: "You fucked up but for the right un-shitty reasons."

Vaggie: "Great. Thanks."

Charlie: "SO! We're all gonna share the worst work day of our lives with each other!"

Niffty: "Share?" (excited) "By INFLICTING them on each other!?"

Charlie: "Talking, Niffty. We're going to, talk about them."

Niffty: "Aww...."

Husk: "Is there a time limit."

Angel Dust: "Is there a rating limit?"

Alastor: (thoughtful) "Does it still count as a terrible work day if I was able to murder them at the end of it?"

Charlie: "Uhhhh-"

Vaggie: "How 'bout we stick to how it made us feel, rather than all the... X rated... gory details?"

Niffty: (sighs) (slumps over) "This is my worst most terrible work day ever.."

Charlie: "And how do you FEEL about it?"

Niffty: "Sad..."

Vaggie: "I'll let you use my spear for roach hunting after this."

Niffty: (bouncing up) "OH THE EMOTIONS! WHATEVER ONES YOU WANT FROM ME I DON'T CARE, I HAVE THEM!!!"

Husk: "What the fuck."

Angel Dust: "Yeesh."

Charlie: "Okay that's, that's enough sharing from you. Good, um, good job!"

Niffty: "Spear spear spear-"

Charlie: "Well MY worst work day was definitely the one where we were besieged by an army of murderous angels heaven-bent on the full scale slaughter of most of my family! And they actually did kill one! Yeah- that." (laughs) "That fucking sucked and I hated it!"

Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty: (GASP)

Charlie: "What? What??"

Angel Dust: "You said the "H" word, toots.."

Vaggie: "She said a lot more than that while writing an angry text to heaven afterwards."

Charlie: "Hey! You checked the text for me- you know I was polite!"

Vaggie: "Charlie, it was the most aggressively polite 'fuck off' anyone's ever written in the history of all creation. I’m so proud of you for it."

Charlie: "Heh."

Alastor: “Cough get a room please cough.”

Angel Dust: “’m TELLING YOU that’s NOT how it’s supposed ‘t WORK you're not supposed t' SAY IT-”

Charlie: "Ah-hem. Um. Husk? Worst work day-?"

Husk: "Still living it."

Hotel Crew: "....."

Husk: "...but you stupid fuckers are keeping me company through it, so, fucking thanks I guess."

Charlie: (tearful) "Oh Husk. That's so..."

Angel Dust: "Love you too, Mr. Whiskers~"

Husk: "Shut the fuck up."

Vaggie: "Hey."

Husk: "Him, not her. The day your “her” shuts the fuck up is the day we all know we're fucked."

Charlie: "Gosh I hope not." (wipes eyes) "Angel Dust? You wanna...?"

Angel Dust: "My worst shitty day was also my BEST day."

Charlie: (bracing herself) "O...kay...?"

Angel Dust: "A friend came to work an' almost killed the boss for me. Can ya believe that? An' the only reason she didn't open him up a few new 'fun' an' 'interestin' holes of his own was 'cause I had to stop her."

Vaggie: "HELL YEAH!"

Charlie: "You mean-"

Angel Dust: "Yeah. Thanks, apple cheeks. I spent good crack money commissionin' fanart of you wrecking his shit."

Charlie: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "You have GOT to let me see that."

Charlie: "VAGGIE!"

Vaggie: "Oh come on, it's better than him buying crack, right?"

Angel Dust: "It def looks waaay better on my wall."

Charlie: "I- that's not-"

Niffty: "Is there BLOOD?"

Charlie: "Oh please don't let there be any-"

Angel Dust: "SO much blood, baby."

Charlie: "Noooo...!"

Vaggie: "Now I really need to see it."

Charlie: "H-WHA?"

Husk: "I really need a fucking drink."

Charlie: "I'm- you know what? I'm pretending I didn't hear any of that. La la la! I have complete deniability!"

Alastor: "That's the spirit! You hardly knew him, certainly never fantasized about decorating him with his own entrails! Just keep reminding yourself of that while hiding the body~!"

Charlie: "NO! Just.... well maybe for him..."

Vaggie: "You're so pretty."

Charlie: (pouting) "We need to commission a piece of you standing over Lute with your spear at her throat. It's not FAIR otherwise."

Vaggie: "Anything for you, babe."

Alastor: "How saccharine. Young love hand in hand, spattered in blood."

Charlie: "A-anyway. Alastor. Your turn."

Alastor: "Hmm. Well, there was the time someone reorganized the reels, somehow without mentioning it to me before air time. And without asking me before hand. But..."

Husk: "Here it comes."

Alastor: "Reorganized their organs for them later that night, likewise unasked, was QUITE fun."

Charlie: "I THOUGHT WE SAID WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS!"

Alastor: "My feelings?"

Niffty: "PURE UNDILUTED JOY"

Alastor: "Mm no, they didn't scream enough for that..."

Charlie: "AAAAAH!" (covers ears)

Alastor: "Shall we say perhaps, accomplished?"

Vaggie: "Over one murder? Wow. You're sure easy to please."

Alastor: "I've always believed in quality not quantity when it comes to my passion projects. Swift, thoughtless killings are so passé."

Angel Dust: "Y'know, meeting you has really ruined the whole dashing dapper man w' a tinted glass monocle for me. It's that creepy grin. You're a total boner kill."

Alastor: "Oh I do try."

Vaggie: "What about the day you died? Didn't you get fucking shot like a deer, venison a la Alastor?"

Alastor: "Fan of my history, hmm?"

Vaggie: "The TV future about it is pretty funny, not gonna lie."

Alastor: "Ah ha ha! TV DID YOU SAY."

Vaggie: "Vox airs it. Every day."

Alastor: "AND YOU WATCHED IT. HMM?"

Vaggie: "Every. Day."

Angel Dust: "I bring the popcorn and pills."

Husk: "I mix the fucking drinks."

Niffty: "I wish it had more BLOOD!"

Alastor: "ET TU, NIFFTY?"

Charlie: "Okay okay, that's WAY more than enough from you, reel back in the shadow monsters please-"

Alastor: "AHAHAHAH...!" (fades into shadows)

Angel Dust: "Creep. He's prob'ly vaping off to go curse the TV again."

Husk: "For mother fuck. I've got that cooking show coming on tonight. Will smacking the aerial with the angel spear get it working again?"

Vaggie: "Probably...?"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (desperate) (hopeful) "You have a normal worst day at work to finish this exercise off with, right!?"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "Uh, well sweetie...."

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #incorrect quotes #made the gif first and was like wait #oh no #it's MORE hotel bonding time....!

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garoujo · 10 months

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✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi’s never been one who cared about running late before, so why does he now?

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! none, fluff, early date scenario. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! these random writing ideas are haunting me istg! why is my brain suddenly trying to work again :< back w my baby <3

nagi seishiro has never unnecessarily ran for anything in his life

call him a slacker, lazy.. he never felt the need to exceed more energy than required — always looking for ways to get him out of everything that he found bothersome.

so why is he running now? casting glances at the screen of his phone between strides because he said he’d meet you at 1pm and he’s got 3 minutes but he’s 5 minutes away. he can remember the way your smile twitched at the sides and the little, subtle glow your eyes held when you asked if he’d like to visit a new cafe with you and he shrugged his shoulders with his ‘kay. hes thankful that the messy mop of snowy hair that falls over his features helped to hide the way the tips of his ears flushed that day.

but why’s he remembering that now? what a pain.

nagi huffs as he slows at the crossing, panting softly before he’s tapping his phone screen again. he’s almost there but he’s sweating hard.. he could really go a bath, maybe he would’ve worn something a little lighter than his usual oversized clothes if he knew he was going to be running through the streets.

the crossing turns green & nagi’s off again, another few blocks—a few heavy breathes and it’s like a relief when he’s turns the corner to see you’re still there. still waiting.

“nagi?” you question suddenly as his tall figure shuffles its way towards you, his hair is more disheveled than usual and you think it’s amusing how suddenly wobbly he looks—urging you to reach to steady him as he catches his breath.

“ah, sorry..” nagi’s words are breathless as he finds himself leaning his weight onto you, just enough for him to balance himself before he takes another deep breath. “i think i’m gonna die.”

although you’re still curious.. and concerned, he could’ve been running from some mob or wild animal for all you know. “are you okay, what the hell?”

“nah, i kinda fell asleep.” nagi manages and you really try to hold in the giggle you can feel bubble through your throat. but you still let a grin twitch at your lips as he gives you a sleepy look.

“you’re only 2 minutes late.”

“ehhhh, really? so bothersome.” that’s when you really laugh as you feel him drape more of his weight on top of you, self-consciously you think.. but maybe it’s because he can just pass off the pinker flush of his skin right now to exhaustion but also a little embarrassment.

“oh, uh. i brought you this.“ nagi speaks again after a few more moments, reaching in to rummage around in his hoodie pocket before he’s pulling out a crumbled little package and placing it softly into your palms.

“a vitamin jelly?” you ask earnestly and there’s something charming about the way he shrugs before sending you a starry-eyed look then suddenly looks away when you meet it with your own.

“uh.. yeah, i thought you’d be hungry i guess. the store was busy so it was a hassle.”

“are you hungry?” it’s an honest question and you can see nagi humming it over in his mind for a few moments before he’s shrugging again, “a little. i’m sweaty, wanna take another nap now.”

although you think he seems a little perkier now as you let yourself grab onto the hem of his sweatshirt, urging him to follow behind you as you send him a pretty smile from over your shoulder that makes him burn.

“it was probably all the running, big guy. let’s get you some food.”

“hey, i just didn’t wanna make you wait.”

nagi thinks it was worth it though because you’re beautiful when you’re caught somewhere between a smile and a laugh— still holding onto the vitamin jelly he brought you and everytime his hand brushes against yours he can feel the urge to intertwine it with his own.

“are you sure you weren’t just excited to see me?” that really gets to him because he swears the rate of his heartbeat spikes like he just ran around tokyo twice, it’s unfamiliar—he’s not used to stuff like this. how’s he supposed to act? what does this even mean?

“don’t tease me, ‘ts no fair. ‘m too sleepy to fight back now. wanna carry me?” nagi drawls out lazily and he’s a little surprised when you actually laugh. another brush of his hand against yours as you walk and he thinks that maybe he’ll let it linger with the next one.

“no, but i can buy you lunch.”

“hm, ‘kay.”

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nomercyanywhere · 4 months

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gojo wears a santa outfit :3

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the first time you saw it, you thought it was stupid. your husband dressed in that bright red jacket with the front open, exposing his abs. it was weird! usually it was an old man who wore that outfit. but seeing toru in it was different.

*sigh* "what are you.. wearing?" you walked into the living room, wanting to decorate the tree. but gojo had other plans, the sleeves hugged tightly around his arms, looking like if he flexed even a little they'd burst. "what? it looks great on me right? i even got you one~!" he happily showed you the same outfit, just in a smaller size, "i mean, kinda but why-" you scratched the back of your head, "to feel the christmas spirit!"... "but your missing the beard." you pointed at his face. "it came with one actually but i figured i'd just look weird with it, so i didn't wear it ^^"..."isn't that too small for you?" you tried to pull both sides to get it zipped. "i guess? but don't you like it~?" what a tease, his pecs and abs were exposed. not to mention his v-line, as well as the feint white hairs peeking from his waistband of his pants. "... you look stupid.."

he carries you to the bedroom and sets you on the bed. he pulls out a tiny box, wrapped in some reflective paper.

"here baby" he hands it to you, all giddy and excited. you chuckle at his excitement, and to your surprise, it was.. a onesie? a.. babies onesie. "w-what's this for?" your face was brighter than his shirt "for our baby! i got you that and one other gift~"... you pulled out baby bottles, toys, tiny socks and what not. my was he prepared. "but.. im not preg-", "THAT'S my other gift"... he flashes you a '^w^' before taking the baby stuff away.

your ankles crammed into the headboard. grabbing and pulling on the sheets and blankets while he railed you till you go dumb.

"oh fuck.. sorry sweet boy, but y've been naughty this year~" one of his hand held both your legs and pressed them against the headboard while the other played with your cute nipples. "look at this sloppy cunt.. takin' me soooo well" he pinched your clit with his middle and index fingers, then spat on it, spreading his spit all over your already messy pussy. "ah.. you ready for your last gift? huh? take it 'kay? been savin' up aaaall this cum just for today yaknow? so take it all in honey~".

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a/n: :3 another pwegnancy fic... HHIHHHI.. im sorry 😔

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo thirst #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature

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aalyssah · 11 months

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Give Me Your Time

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 2,101

Summary: Roman’s so busy with his work, he doesn’t realize the damage it’s doing to you, until you confess to him about it.

A/N: A sorta long fic for Roman! Hope You Enjoy!

The Big Dog. The Enforcer/Muscle of The Shield. Your Tribal Chief. All those names and many more represent one man and that's Roman Reigns.

It's no secret that he might be Vince's favorite, but he's also yours. He's a great wrestler, husband, and Dad, but recently he hasn't been showing the last two.

He's been so caught up in work that sometimes you feel like you're not even together. You understand that being the champion of 2 brands isn't easy, but all you ask was for some time and today was no different.

You were doing your daughters' hair while your sons ran around with their toy cars. "Kai, Dante, stop running around the house!" You scolded them once more. Last time they ended up tripping and busting their lip.

You finished up your daughter's hair with a few edges. "You're done, baby." Lani took off running, making you sigh in defeat. Just then, Roman walked in, in his swim trunks. He finally has a day off and he planned to take y'all to the beach.

The kids are excited to go after not going for months. You stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "They won't stop running." You said, leaning your head against his chest.

"Lani, Kai, and Dante, stop running!" The kids stopped running at the sound of their father's voice. "Thank you." You placed a small kiss to his lips, feeling his arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

You two were broken apart when you felt a small tug at the end of your shorts. "Mommy, can we go now?" You looked back at Roman, after seeing him nod. "Yup, just let me grab our bag and to the beach we go!"

The kids cheered as Roman walked them outside and to the car. You grabbed the basket filled with things such as sunscreen, sandwiches, and towels before locking up and getting in the car.

Roman stood outside on the phone saying something you couldn’t hear due to the music and kids. He got in and began driving. At first you thought he was taking y'all to the beach until you saw a familiar curve in the road.

Were y'all going to the arena? Your question was answered when he parked in front of the arena. "Roman?" Roman unbuckled his seatbelt, looking back at you with a sympathetic look. "They need me for something. It's only gonna take 5 minutes."

You gave him the benefit of the doubt, waiting for almost 20 minutes until a text came to your phone from Roman. 'They need me for a promo tonight. Take the kids to the beach. I'll make it up to you.'

You shook your head in shame, getting out to the drivers side. "What about Daddy, Mommy?" The youngest called out. "Sorry, bubs. Daddy had to work, but we're still going!" You tried to cheer them up, but their cries didn't go unnoticed.

You still took them to the beach, and ended up having a good time. Although they kept asking about Roman, they still had fun. Family beach day failed.

That was the first strike.

The second one was when he planned to make it up to you by having dinner.

He made reservations for the hottest restaurant in town, telling you to wear something fancy. He even called his Mom and asked them to watch over the kids. Everything was ready and set up for a fun night.

You walked out the room, calling out for Roman. "Ro, come here for a sec, and tell me how I look!" Roman came around the corner, heart jumping out his chest. You were gorgeous. Hair perfectly framing over your face, the red dress clinging to your body, showing your curves.

He loved it. He slowly approached you, pulling you into a kiss. “I'm guessing you like it?" Roman nodded his head, biting his lip. "You look perfect." He looked at the time. "Reservations at 8, come on." He guided you onto the car, opening the door for you.

He drove to the restaurant, having small talk with you. When you walked through the door, y'all went up to the front desk. "Reservations for Reigns." The lady checked the list. "Yes, right this way." The waitress sat you both down and took your orders. "This is nice thanks, Ro."

Roman smiled, intertwining his hand with yours. "You deserve it, and I just wanted to apologize for-" Roman couldn’t finish his sentence when his phone rang. He picked it up, listening and answering. "Yeah, I'll be there in 15." You looked at him, confused by what he meant.

Again, he gave you the same look as before. "I'm sorry, baby, but they need me again. Here." He dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing a $50 bill. "Use this to get a cab and please get my food to go." He placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you there alone.

Not even 10 minutes in the date and he was already leaving. You couldn't believe this. Your husband just left you in the middle of an apology dinner for doing the same thing he's doing now, and not only that, but had the audacity to give you money for a cab after taking the car.

Just then, the waitress came by with the two plates of food. "Uh, can I get the check and a to go plate?" The waitress left and came back with the check and plate. That's when you realized, Roman didn't leave any money. The meal was $286 and you only had $220.

You cursed under your breath, frantically searching through your purse. You could feel tears come to your eyes as you found no money. The waitress took the money, giving you a reassuring smile. "Hey, it's okay. I'll handle the rest." You gave the woman a hug, thanking her before ordering the cab. Date night failed

That was the second strike.

The third time came about when you were both Mom and Dad on your side and his called, asking for a family dinner. You agreed, wanting to all be together.

The table was neatly set, the living room clean, and food was ready. You went all out. A knock at the door made you open it revealing your Mom and Dad. "Mom, Dad!" They both pulled you into a bone crushing hug. "We missed you so much, sweetheart!"

You smiled, when seeing Roman's parents come out of their car. Everyone came inside and sat at the table. "Roman, kids, they're here!" The kids came running down the steps, engulfing their grandparents in a hug.

Roman shortly came down in silence. You said your prayers and began digging in. It was all going well, the small talk, talking about work, and family until Roman’s cell phone rang.

You prayed and hoped to god that it wouldn't be his work, but of course when he gave you that look, you knew what was happening. "Sorry, everyone. I have a meeting about a match. Love you Ma and Pops." He gestures to everyone and gave the kids a quick kiss. "Be good for Mommy, and I'll take you out for a treat."

You chuckled, mumbling, 'As if you'll stay for it.' When the door slammed shut, you softly threw the fork against the plate, the loud clattering heard. "Kids, eat up, so you can go to bed." The kids obeyed, eating their meat and vegetables on their plate.

Your Parents and In-Laws looked at you with worry. The kids finished, gave them bathes, and tucked them into bed. You walked out to the living room, only to be met with everyone. "Sorry about dinner. I didn't think he would leave that fast."

Your parents scrunched their eyebrows down in confusion. "What do you mean leave?" You chuckled at the thought. "He always plans something special, but not even 20 minutes in, he leaves for work." Everyone took in what you said.

“But it's alright." Everyone and worry on their face at how numb you became. "I don't wanna hold y'all up, I'll call you tomorrow.” You sent them off, ignoring their protests. They could all see how hurt you were from his absence.

You showered yourself, and changed into his shirt and a pair of panties before going to sleep. Big family dinner failed.

Third strike, you're out!

Normally they say '3rd times the charm,' but in this case, you would never want this. You were tired of it and you were gonna make sure to voice your opinions next time.

You woke up to the feeling of something heavy over your waist. You turned over to see Roman's arm draped around your waist, his body facing you.

You smiled, tracing the tattoos on his arm and chest, causing him to stir awake. "Baby girl, what are you doing?" A smile grew on your face as he suddenly pulled you to him, attacking you by tickling your sides. "Roman, Ro, stop!"

You tried fighting back, but he didn't stop. For the fourth time, his phone rang. Before he could reach over to it, you grabbed it, hanging up. "Y/n, what the hell!" You sat up, looking at him. "No more answering your phone. It's raining outside and I want you to stay with me."

You tried to cuddle into his chest, but he pushed you back. "Look, I don't have time for this. They probably need me." Roman went to get up, but your words made him stop. "Of course you don't have time, you never do!" He looked back at you with a challenging look. "What do you mean?" You hummed, putting a finger on your chin.

"Well, let's see. My husband leaves me for work everyday, he leaves me and the kids at the beach when it was supposed to be a family beach day, you leave me at an expensive restaurant after ordering food. Hell, you even took the car with you. And then lastly, you left me my Mom and Dad, as well as your own at the dinner table because your job called you."

Roman didn't know what to say at your long rant. "And guess what that left me to do?" You gave him a minute to respond, but nothing came out. "At home, crying every night after taking care of our kids because their Dad’s job is more important than his family.” Your voice grew louder as it cracked.

Roman wanted to reach his hand out, but stopped, not knowing if you wanted to be touched. "All I ask for is time Roman. I just want you to give me your time,but you never give it!" You broke down completely, head hanging low as you sobbed.

That's when Roman finally grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. He gently rocked you back and forth, murmuring apologies. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll do better.” You sniffled, pulling to look back at him. “Then prove it, Roman. Prove to me and the kids that you’re gonna give us attention.”

You broke apart from his hold and ended up going asleep from all the crying. Roman just sat there, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of what he should do. He then did the unthinkable. He grabbed his phone, calling Vince. Within two rings, he picked up.

“Thank god you answered, Roman! I need you to come-” Roman cut his boss off. “Before you finish your sentence, I want to request a month off.” Vince became silent in the other line. “W-what? Why?” Roman sighed, looking over at your sleeping form.

“My wife and kids need me right now.” Vince scoffed slightly. “Well, can’t they be grateful that you're a good wrestler? You bring in all the money, right?” Roman felt a bit annoyed at Vince’s reasoning.

“Yeah, I’m a good wrestler, but not a good husband or Dad and it’s all because of you. You got me coming in during an important moments in my life and you're messing my marriage and relationships up.”

Vince gulped at Roman’s loud voice, full of anger. “I don’t care if you don’t give me my break, I’m still gonna do it, so you can fire me or whatever, but we both know you’re nothing without me.”

Roman hung up, looking over at you. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your face. “I’m gonna give you all my time next month, baby.” He cuddled back into you, missing the smile that formed on your face.

#roman reigns #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns wwe #wwe roman reigns #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

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moechies · 5 months

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HELLO JEJSJS

so I saw your post about lover boys and I was wondering if you could write about a character actually tracing the reader’s clit and make them tell what they’re spelling out..

“cmon, jus take a guess, yea?”

“s… o..”

“that’s not right baby.”

satoru pulls his face away from your cunt yet again, leaving you to mewl and paw at his chest, begging him for another chance.

“toru, ‘s n-not fair! you’re not writin’ it clearly! bein’ so mean.. not letting me c-cum..”

“i am sweetheart, jus’ seems like you’re really bad at this.“

his chuckle leaves a flush on your cheeks, as he bends back down to your cunt to give your clit a deep kiss.

“kay, i’ll give ya another chance. if ya get it wrong, you’re not cummin’ tonight. ya gotta promise not to whine about it.”

you mumble out a ‘mhm!’ quickly, already loosing yourself in the way he rubs your sticky slit. he leans his mouth down to take the place of his fingers,

“d.. a… d… d.. y.. s daddy!! toru, it’s daddy!”

your sweet and naive excitement makes him groan, you really don’t know what you have ahead of you.

“that’s right, good fuckin’ girl. gunna get your reward now.”

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo jjk #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊#requests ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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fluentmoviequoter · 16 days

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Cop Meet Cop

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader ; platonic Deacon Kay x reader

Summary: When your best friend, Deacon Kay, finds out that you're dating a cop, he wants to know everything. Introducing him to Tim Bradford is easier said than done.

Warnings: fluff! Tim's a little grumpy but we love him. cop show inception

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

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Deacon yells your name before you even see him. S.W.A.T. HQ has become your home away from home, and your home away from Deacon’s home. As you walk in today, you’re greeted by Deacon’s excited greeting and a tight hug.

“It’s been too long,” Deacon says as he steps back.

“I saw you yesterday,” you remind him.

Deacon rolls his eyes before asking, “Is it wrong to miss my best friend?”

Your eyes widen as your smile grows, and Deacon regrets reminding you that you’re his best friend. You know, of course, he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember, but you like hearing the acknowledgement in his own words.

“Adopted Kay,” Hondo greets when he sees you.

“Still funny,” you deadpan.

Since Hondo found out you and Deacon grew up next door to each other and have been inseparable since you could walk, he’s taken to referring to you as Deacon’s adopted sister, or his preferred sister from another mister. You don’t mind; Deacon is the best “brother” you’ve ever had (including any blood relatives you may or may not have).

“You ask her yet, Deac?” Hondo inquires.

“Ask me what?” you interject.

“The mayor is treating all of us and our families to dinner at La Boucherie,” Deacon explains. “You’re family, so I wanted to extend the invitation to you.”

“That’s thousands of dollars for that many people!”

“Why you should go when it’s free,” Hondo says with a smile and a shrug.

“When is it?” you ask Deacon.

“Next Friday,” he and Hondo answer.

You purse your lips as you think. Next Friday, you have plans with your boyfriend. The boyfriend that Deacon knows nothing about.

“I actually have a date next Friday,” you admit slowly. “Maybe we could reschedule.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Hondo interrupts, raising his hands toward you.

“A what?” Deacon yells.

“I was going to tell you,” you promise.

“This doesn’t seem like my business, so I’m gonna go,” Hondo says. He stops by your shoulder with his back to Deacon to whisper, “Fill me in later.”

You push him away before looking at Deacon. The apology in your eyes is enough to calm him, but innumerable questions are running through his mind.

“How long?” he asks first.

“A few months.” Deacon takes a deep breath, wondering why you didn’t tell him sooner. “How’d you meet?”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumble.

“More embarrassing than when you fell off my bike because you weren’t tall enough to reach the pedals?”

“Why would you bring that up? Deacon, look, I trust you, don’t doubt that. I was worried that the relationship wouldn’t work out; he’s so different than anyone I have ever dated. If it fell apart after a few dates, I didn’t want to… push it on you or anything, I guess.”

“I am here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you. We-“

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to interrogate you. My house after work.”

“Okay. Be careful today, Deac.”

“What’s his name?”

“Whose name?” you ask as you walk away.

Deacon grumbles as you round the corner. He has a lot of information to find out tonight, and he hopes you’re more forthcoming in private. It’s been a while since he scared away a guy who wasn’t good enough for you, and he hasn’t had to deal with Lila dating yet, but S.W.A.T. operations and defending your honor can’t be that different.

After you leave Deacon, your phone buzzes with a text from the man you were just talking about. You smile as you read the short message but turn down his invitation to hang out later. As you pass a police cruiser on your way to your car, you have an idea. Maybe asking your boyfriend to meet Deacon would make everything easier. Hopefully it ends differently than junior prom.

Your afternoon flies by in a storm of nervousness and excitement. If Deacon expresses any interest in meeting your boyfriend, you will jump on the opportunity. Although, you know it will take some convincing to get your boyfriend to agree. You’re imagining his reaction as you knock on Deacon’s door, lost in thought.

“Lose your key?” Deacon asks as he opens the door.

Annie waves from the kitchen, and you give her a quick hug. Deacon shakes his head at your blatant betrayal and favoritism, and Annie reminds him that she doesn’t bring up past embarrassments and injuries like Deacon does.

“That’s what friends do,” he argues.

“Best friends, right, Deac?” you ask, batting your lashes.

“Did she tell you about her boyfriend?” Deacon asks Annie.

“Boyfriend?! Since when?” Annie turns to you with wide eyes, and you glare at Deacon across the countertop.

“Start asking questions,” you say with a sigh.

“What’s his name?” Deacon repeats.

“How’d you meet?” Annie asks.

“Um, he’s a cop,” you explain. “And we met while he was on patrol.”

Deacon falls silent as he considers every cop he has ever met. You don’t know half of them, at the least, yet Deacon still runs through a mental list. His search for one worthy of your time or attention comes up empty. While he thinks, Annie continues asking you questions.

“No, he’s not on patrol anymore,” you say to Annie. It snaps Deacon out of his thoughts as he realizes he’s analyzing the wrong officers.

“If he’s not patrol,” Deacon begins before trailing off.

“Metro Sergeant,” you say softly.

“Metro. Metro?” Deacon repeats. “Not at our station.”

“What makes you so sure?” you challenge.

“Because I know you, and you wouldn’t go for any of them.”

“David,” Annie chides.

“No, he’s right,” you admit. “He works at a different station, in a different division. But, if you want to meet him, I can ask.”

“Of course, I want to meet him! You’re not giving me answers and I need to vet him.”

“You’re talking like a cop.”

“You’re dating a cop!”

“Look, Deacon, my boyfriend is… he can be hesitant and standoffish. I’ll ask, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll agree.”

“They’re both police officers, so at least they’ll have something to bond over other than you,” Annie whispers as Deacon leans against the counter.

“If I don’t like him,” Deacon begins.

“You don’t like anyone I date.”

“If I don’t like him or he’s not good enough for you, I will tell you.”

“I know. You care, even if you show it by bringing up the time I asked to hold your keys to feel more grown up.”

“That’s adorable,” Annie murmurs.

“Ask him, please,” Deacon requests. “And let me know what he says. As long as you’re happy, I’ll give him a chance.”

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After your conversation with Deacon and Annie, you try to find the perfect opportunity to ask Tim. If he says no, you’ll just tell Deacon the truth. But then Deacon will get suspicious and will try to… You close your eyes and take a deep breath to keep your thoughts from spiraling.

When you open your eyes, you blink quickly at the sight before you. Your boyfriend is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He raises his brows, and you know it’s his invitation for you to speak.

“Hi, Tim,” you say.

“No.”

You nod and interlace your fingers together before tapping your joined hands against your chin. Tim tilts his head to the side as he tries to decipher what is making you nervous.

“Do you want to come to my house for dinner this weekend?” you ask.

“Not until you tell me why.”

“Tim,” you groan. “Okay, just let me tell you all of it before you say no, okay?”

Tim nods once and you step closer to him.

“I want you to meet my best friend, and I thought having you both over for dinner would be the best chance to do that. He, um, my friend is a S.W.A.T. sergeant in the LAPD.”

“Is that all?” Tim asks.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think-“

“Look, he’s been my best friend for my entire life. We grew up next door to each other and have stayed friends for all these years, so he means a lot to me. And I know you’ve met a ton of S.W.A.T. officers and some of them are really stuck up, but you haven’t met him. Please just think about meeting my friend, not another cop, before you decide.”

Your plea was intended to convince Tim, but it only makes him more hesitant. His concerns don’t come from your friend being in law enforcement, but from the idea that it is a man who knows you and what you deserve very well. Probably knows you better than Tim does. Plus, Tim is not a fan of socializing and making more friends, for the most part.

“If you don’t want to, I get it,” you add.

It only takes another moment for you to wear Tim down; you murmur, “Please?”

“Fine. Tell me when,” he agrees with a sigh.

You bounce in place before throwing your arms over Tim’s shoulders to hug him. He sighs again before pulling you close and kissing your forehead.

“I promise it will be fun,” you say.

Tim raises his brows, and you take it as a challenge.

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On the day of your dinner with Tim and Deacon, you spend the day at home. You clean, cook, and do anything else you can think of to keep your mind off how the evening could go wrong. Being nervous that they won’t get along isn’t a completely unfounded idea, but you don’t know why it is bothering you. As dinner is nearing completion, someone opens your door, and because both men have keys, you’re not sure who it is until Deacon says your name.

“Kitchen,” you call.

Deacon steps in with a dish in his hands. He sets it down and you recognize it as Annie’s baking and your favorite dessert.

“Oh, thank you! And thank Annie!” you say before hugging Deacon.

“Sorry I’m early, I got off work after a call and wanted to see if you need any help,” he explains.

“No apologies necessary. If you can check the pot on the stove, I’m going to grab something from the pantry, and I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.”

When you return, Deacon is looking at you with a smile.

“What?” you ask, running your hands over your outfit to remove any nonexistent wrinkles.

“I know you said I’ve never met the boyfriend, but are you sure?” Deacon asks.

You don’t have a chance to answer before someone knocks. Tim usually lets himself in, but you’re sure the sight of another car parked outside is what deterred him. As you walk to the door, you take a deep breath and hope for a nice evening.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Hey,” Tim replies with a smile. “These are for you.”

He passes you a bouquet of flowers wrapped in cellophane and a gift bag before he closes the door behind him. You run a finger over one of the petals and smile.

“What is this?” you ask while looking at the bag. “A bribe?”

Tim’s lips quirk up as he murmurs, “Something like that.”

“Alright, uh, come on in.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Tim whispers.

He lays a hand on your back, and it helps to calm your nerves, at least until you see Deacon standing by the table and watching you.

“Deacon, this is my boyfriend, Tim Bradford. Tim, this is my best friend, Deacon Kay,” you introduce.

Tim removes his hand from your back to shake Deacon’s hand, and you watch them nervously. You invite them to take seats and you move into the kitchen to gather a few items. The quiet is unsettling, and you need to do something to eliminate the awkwardness.

“Deacon asked how we met,” you say as you lower into the chair between them. “I was out walking one night, and this guy was following me. After making a bunch of random turns and going in a circle, he was still behind me, so I called the police. Tim was the responding officer.”

“Who was the guy?” Deacon asks.

You look at Tim, who shakes his head before answering, “He and his teenage daughter live around here and were out for a walk together. He was distracted looking at his phone and answering work emails and ended up following the wrong woman around the neighborhood.”

Deacon shakes his head and smiles. “I tell her all the time that her youthful good looks are going to get her in trouble.”

“Oh, no, it gets better,” Tim continues. “When he did see her while we were questioning him, he asked her out!”

Deacon tilts his head back and laughs, while Tim chuckles, and though it’s at your expense, you’re glad they’re able to laugh about something together. You notice Tim glance between you and Deacon a few times; unknown to you, he’s wondering if you ever had a thing for your neighbor and best friend, Deacon.

“I’m glad the most frightening event of my life is so humorous,” you joke.

“Hey, that’s not even the weirdest call I had that month,” Tim offers.

“It’s not just me, right?” Deacon asks. “People are getting crazier?”

“Oh, absolutely. My last boot and I got called to a psychic studio in Hollywood, and the girl admitted she was making stuff up, but revealed the location of a missing person. She was more concerned with the condition of her $900 crystal ball and flirting with me though.”

“Hollywood calls are always more interesting,” Deacon agrees. “We raided an illegal poker club and everyone inside was dressed as assassinated presidents and their widows. Bloody clothes and all.”

“Oh, that beats anything I’ve got,” Tim concedes. “Metro doesn’t get as many calls as patrol cops, but I know they’re going to be good.”

You lean back in your seat and smile, glad to see the most important men in your life getting along. They start talking about how anyone will flirt with cops to get out of trouble, and you chuckle at their excited discussion of the weirdest things people have said.

“Luckily, your friend over here didn’t flirt with me until after,” Tim says. He winks at you as you roll your eyes.

“You asked me out,” you remind him.

“Not my fault you’re cute,” Tim murmurs.

“Oh, you think she’s cute when she’s being followed. Have you seen her when she-“

You cover your ears and look down, regretting bringing them into your house at the same time. Deacon reminding you of your worst moments is one thing, but telling your boyfriend is different. They’re both lucky you love them. Tim wraps his fingers around your arm to pull your hand away from your hand, while Deacon does the same with the other.

“All good things,” Deacon promises.

“I’m going to tell Annie that you’re being mean to me,” you threaten. Tim fails to conceal his smile, and you add, “And Angela.”

“I’m not apologizing,” Tim responds.

“Doesn’t do much good anyway,” Deacon adds.

“Why did I agree to this?” you ask yourself.

“Because you thought we could bond over being cops. You were wrong, we’re going to bond over you.”

“Careful,” Tim warns. “She won’t invite you to the wedding.”

You look up quickly, your eyes wide as they search Tim’s face. He and Deacon begin laughing at your reaction, and you stand silently before walking to the kitchen. Annie’s dessert will be your only source of comfort it seems; more so when Deacon and Tim walk in with half-hearted apologies. You love them, you remind yourself. When Deacon hugs you before leaving, and Tim pulls you into a kiss after, you forget all about the previous teasing.

“Wait,” you say, pushing Tim back. “What’s in the bag?”

“It’s a picture of Kojo. A failsafe apology if dinner didn’t go well.”

You smile before kissing Tim again. Everyone knows that this dinner wasn’t the last, and when you get a text from Annie asking how it went, you invite her to the next one.

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thoughtsforsoob · 2 months

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Cute aggression with txt?

a/n: I will say this many more times but thank you so much for requesting and I am so sorry this has been rotting in my inbox :( im going to try to get better at writing more often. I took a little break (abruptly but it still happened!) but now I am back. OMG dreamies announced their tour today and I am so excited for US dates to be released. are you guys concert people because I sure am. ive been to tons. feel free to ask me about them in inbox and tell me about your experiences and anything else! please enjoy! (pics not mine! found on Pinterest!)

yeonjun

OMG he is the king of cute agression

he just finds you so adorable!

he loves doing it in public because you get so red and embarrassed when people turn in your direction

when you do it to him though...hes begging you to stop

"baby please! im not cute, Im handsome!"

soobin

he honestly is more a receiver but can give it occasionally

he loves it when you gently pinch his cheeks and kiss his face all over

hes not a fan of the big squeezes but he lets you anyway because be loves you

he loves when you tackle him down to the couch or bed just because you wanna cuddle

his favorite cute aggression to give is light tickling

beomgyu

its a competition between you both

who can give the best cute aggression...

he loves to give those bone crushing hugs that leave you gasping to breath

hes laughing at you but not for you because you pull him down towards you by his head and aggressively kiss his face

"EW! you're leaving spit on me !!!"

taehyun

he's not really a giver in this are but most certainly a reciever

how could you not give cute aggression to this cutie pie??

I feel like he's very indifferent towards in but he ultimately isn't going to get mad if you squeeze him in a bone crushing hug or ruffle his hair a little rougher than you think you are

he just enjoys receiving your affection in any way possible

huening kai

he is notorious for this type of behavior :0

who would have guessed (moa...moa would have guessed)

he shows cute aggression when he sees you wearing his clothes or when you're doing something in a cute way

he once watched you take a sip of your coffee (or other drink) from the straw and he gently poked and pinched your cheeks when you were done

your cheeks just looked so cute as you were sipping your drink!!!

he can't help it

#txt fluff #txt imagines #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt post #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader

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teyvat-inks · 2 months

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like you

sia: hello again :3 lol i hope i didn't anger anyone with that angst. i've been under aventurine brainrot since january and can't help but fawn over the penacony trailer of him dancing with caelus and you can guess why i wrote this. also, this is inspired by never be like you by flume ft. kai. (i’d like to congratulate myself for writing a whole ass fic again)

content: college au. gn!reader x dance major!aventurine. dancae. mutual pining and jealousy. fluff with a tinge of angst if you squint. 3,017 words.

The Department of Dance holds an annual dance recital, showcasing the talents of their students every year as well as a way of promoting the department itself, a tradition that hasn’t been broken ever since. This academic year, they decided to rank the students according to their performance, thus spicing up things. The students feel thrilled to finally have the rankings announced on this very day and chatters fill the hallway as they wait for the chairwoman to pull down the curtain off the large bulletin board.

“A pleasant morning to every one of you, dear students. I’d like to congratulate each of you for successfully surviving the academic year,” The chairwoman smiles at the students, her gaze scanning the crowd to admire the anticipation written across their faces, “Ah, the look on your faces makes me feel more excited to finally reveal the exceptional students who took over this school year’s challenges.”

“Ready?” The chairwoman asks and the crowd cheers, she nods at them, pulling down the curtains to unveil the names on the bulletin board. She then walks over to Caelus, causing the students to erupt into a yell, “Congratulations, Caelus, you’ve done your very best and emerged as the top student this year.” The chairwoman offers him a handshake, handing him a certificate.

Aventurine snickers beside you and whispers into your ear playfully, his breath lightly tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine, “Looks like I’ve won our bet. Told ‘ya he’ll dominate the rankings.”

The screams of the crowd break you out of your thoughts and you see the chairwoman heading towards you and Aventurine’s spot. “Is she walking towards us?” You turn your head to take a glance behind you and see no one. Aventurine simply chuckles as the chairwoman stops in front of you, “This is quite a surprise.”

“Congratulations to you too, for placing second this year.” The chairwoman extends her hand to you, which you dumbfoundedly take as she hands you your hard-earned certificate.

“Thank you, Madam!” You give her the widest smile you have and bow. The crowd cheers once more as the chairwoman returns to her spot at the front.

The chairwoman clears her throat to get everyone’s attention, “With that, I’d like to formally announce the dance recital we’ll be holding next month.” You hold your breath, waiting for her to continue with the announcement, “Aside from the group performances, the top two outstanding students this year shall be responsible for the closing act together. Thus, they won’t be participating in any other performances. They will focus solely on creating a dance routine together without the help of others.”

The announcement elicits various reactions from the students, some gasp in surprise, some squeal in excitement, and some frown as their hopes of participating in the closing act get crushed. “Just like every other year, you are given the authority to choose the songs. Those are all for the announcements. I wish you all a pleasant day ahead!” She smiles then points at you and Caelus, “The two of you, come with me.”

The crowd whistles but all Aventurine hears is the loud thumping of his heartbeat. He feels something well up inside him, an unpleasant feeling that makes him scared and anxious. “Can you wait for me?” Aventurine hears your voice, breaking him out of his stupor.

“Definitely.” He nods, smiling as you follow the department chair into her office. He sees the silver-haired man shake your hand as he congratulates you for your hard work. He rolls his eyes at the sight.

Soon enough, the noise in the hallway immediately drowns from the sound of your mellifluous laughter. He raises his head from his phone and sees you walking with the silver hair. His eyes unconsciously roll again at the sight before him. Caelus catches the annoyed look on his face and widens his smile at you moreso, speaking loud enough for the blonde to overhear. “It seems that your friend has been waiting quite a long time.”

The emphasis on the word ‘friend’ makes him sick in the stomach.

You simply chuckle in response, “Aventurine! Were you bored?” You jog up to him with Caelus trailing behind. “You see, the chairwoman is looking forward to this year’s annual grand recital. I guess we’ll be heading home together less often in preparations.” A frown makes its way to your face, feeling slightly disappointed about the reduced time with him, “Did you make up your mind on which genre you’ll participate in?”

“I haven’t. No need to worry about it though.” He smiles at you. Caelus notices the fond look in the blonde’s eyes and decides to push his buttons more.

“I hope you don’t mind them spending most of their time with me the following weeks.” The silver hair smirks at him with a glint of mischief present in his gaze. The tone of his voice makes him feel humiliated for some unknown reason and he bites back the snarky remark he wants to say.

“But of course, I know the two of you will do absolutely well.” He gives him a tight-lipped smile as he grabs your arm, dragging you to his side. “If you’ll excuse us. We already made plans today.”

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Weeks pass and Aventurine feels slightly lonely—terribly lonely without you since you barely see each other due to your busy schedules. With the recital being just around the corner, the only times you get to be together are during stage rehearsals with everyone and the texts gradually become less frequent. Aventurine would have been fine if it was merely a summer break, but no. It has to be you spending most of your days with another man. He couldn’t say he’s miserable without you, nor be upset at you for not texting him back. He’s worried about your health too, do you not think of how distressed he might be upon the thought of you pushing yourself too hard?

Aventurine thinks he’s selfish for wanting your time all for himself, how can he keep you away from the world, not when you’re born to be on stage? And so, wanting your eyes to be focused on him only is simply wishful thinking. He can only hope for the best as you take over the stage with your charisma and talent.

He feels stupid. He feels stupid whenever he feels jealous as he thinks of how other people will surely fall for your charms on stage. Sleepless nights become more recurring as anxiety gnaws his flesh, trembling to himself as his insecurities get the best of him but he does not tell you. Aventurine notices the distance growing between the two of you, or is it simply all in his mind?

A loser, that’s what he thinks of himself.

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The sound of chimes echo inside the hall as the song plays and the crowd screams.

What I would do to take away this fear of being loved,

Allegiance to the pain.

“I can feel your man burning holes in my back from the sidelines,” Caelus whispers as he twirls you to face him, smirking after seeing the annoyed look in your eyes.

“Stop distracting me.” You retort back with a straight face and continue with the next figure.

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you.

Aventurine does not miss the exchange between you and the silver-haired male; The way Caelus smirked as you turned your back on the audience and the way you lightly pinched him on his side made his skin crawl. Oh, how much more he needs to endure, it’s barely half of the song and the two of you already look like you’re about to devour each other. The lyric hits him harder than it should.

As much as Aventurine is mesmerized with each movement you make with every flick of your arms and the beautiful expressions painting your face, his body shudders every time you roll your body against Caelus. Your movements are graceful and alluring, a force that continues to draw him in, however, the sight of your dance partner makes him all jittery, balling up his hands into fists whenever he gets too close to you for his comfort. He tries to calm down by reminding himself that those are merely steps and mean nothing more. He can tell you enjoyed having the spotlight to showcase your burning passion for dancing. He feels his heart swell with pride as you capture the audience with your mystique and grace. The sight of you dancing to such a sensual song with somebody else, however, fills him with rage, jealousy seething inside his chest and consuming his insides nonetheless. He feels pathetic and utterly a loser. The rest of the song passes with the two of you teasing each other to see who’ll get in each other’s skin first. To the audience, it looks like you’ve been outright flirting for approximately four minutes and couldn’t help but squeal each time you smirk at each other.

It’s safe to say that he’s beyond upset. The closing act did take a toll on him, the crowd did not help but add fuel to the fire raging inside his chest. The backstage has been nothing but annoying to him too. He keeps on hearing his fellow dancers fawn over your performance, “How do they not fall for each other on the spot?!”, “Just kiss already!”, “That was crazy! Did you see the way they looked at each other?!”

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After the curtain call, everyone gathers at the backstage. You and Caelus share a knowing glance before erupting into bursts of laughter. The other students snicker at your reactions, “They even have a secret communication. I’m out!” You scan your eyes among the students and notice how the particular blonde guy is out of sight.

“Hey, have you seen Aventurine?” The loudness of your voice falls on deafening silence as the students look at each other and shrug at you. “Ah, I see. Thank you!”

“I bet your man is sulking to himself, so make sure to kiss it better,” Caelus whispers and nudges his elbow against your waist.

“Oh, I hope your engineering boyfriend scolds you nonstop after I tell him of your overly devious plan of making him jealous!” You flick his forehead, “Don’t forget that we have known each other since high school.”

“Ouch!” He yelps in pain, rubbing the sore spot. “Dan Heng definitely won’t be mad at me, andddd, You’ll thank me later for sure.” He winks at you which causes you to scoff.

“I’ll make sure he does, though.” You give him a condescending smile, “See you around, Caelus.”

“Yeah, yeah, go find your man already.” Caelus pushes you away and you both chuckle at each other’s teasing attitude.

You rush through the crowd, muttering a series of “Excuse me.” and “I’m passing through.” as you make your way to the place you think Aventurine currently hides himself in. You sigh deeply, halting your steps as you settle into the uncrowded area, knocking on the dressing room for you and Caelus, “Aventurine, I know you’re there.”

Without waiting for a response, you open the door and find Aventurine lying down on the couch with an arm over his face. A sigh of relief washes over you, closing the door behind you as you step inside the quiet room. I hope nobody disturbs us. You slowly walk over to him, pushing his hips slightly backwards and take a seat beside his torso, “You weren’t there for the curtain call.”

He can imagine the frown on your pretty face from how you sounded, he simply sighs, “I’m tired, is all.”

“Let’s go home then,” You reach out to the arm covering his face.

He does not respond. The silence makes you feel all stuffy and overwhelmed. Exhaling deeply, you try to remove the arm off his face and see him with his eyes closed, “I know you’re awake,” You pout, poking his cheek.

“I wish to be alone.” He replies in a monotonous voice in contrast to the cheerful tone he usually has.

“If you truly wish to be alone, you wouldn’t be hiding yourself away here. This is technically my dressing room.” You chuckle at his excuse, “You were waiting for me.”

“Why’d you ask the obvious.” When he finally opens his eyes, he shifts his gaze to you and finds himself taken aback by how marvelous you are in your attire. He has told himself that he’d act distant and he feels his resolve crumble upon the sight of you frowning.

“I want to hear it from you,” You lie your head against his chest while sitting, wanting to feel the warmth of his body, “Is that too much to ask?”

Aventurine adjusts himself for you to settle more comfortably on his upper body, his hand moves up to caress the back of your head, “I was waiting for you. There, happy?” He feels your body vibrate against his as you chuckle. Oh, how he wishes for you to only act like this around him.

Ignoring the blonde’s snarky remark, “You were so cool earlier. I wish I was dancing with you.” You press your weight on him further. Aventurine unconsciously holds his breath upon hearing your words, unable to give you a response.

He clears his throat, shaking his head to snap himself out of the daze, “I wish I was dancing with you.”

Minutes of silence engulf the atmosphere, prompting you to get up, placing both of your arms on each side of his head, trapping his face between your hands, “Were you jealous?” You see the way his eyes widen at your blunt inquiry.

“What?” That is all Aventurine managed to utter, he takes a deep breath and feels nervous at the way you observe every fibre of his being at the moment, your intense gaze causes him to shiver.

“I asked if you were jealous.” You repeat with more conviction this time. The scrutiny in your gaze makes him fumble over his words.

“And...and if I was?” He admits, the worry finally displaying in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you.” Your words shock him to the core. That is far from what he expects to hear. His body freezes and his breathing hitches as he simply stares at you with doe-eyes, “Caelus was just really eager to put up a stunt...” He snaps out of the trance as he hears the name of the person he currently despises, and his brows visibly furrow.

“What for?” He asks in an annoyed tone and you wince.

“I guess his plan did work after all.” You let out a nervous chuckle, opting to answer his question indirectly.

“Ah, is that so?” Aventurine wraps his hands on both of your arms and removes them from his sides, sitting up in the process without letting go of the hold on your arms. He has this indescribable expression that causes your worry to spike up all the more.

“I hope you’re not mad.” You cast him a look of guilt. He feels himself gradually calming down upon hearing the truth behind the distasteful exchanges between the two of you during the closing act.

“Not anymore,” His thumbs rub soothing circles on your arms and you gladly welcome the warmth of his hand searing against your skin, “Not like I’m mad at you in the first place… I’m mad at myself rather.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I was so scared of feeling inferior to others when it comes to you.”

“I don’t want you to see me act brazen and uncool.” He breathes out.

“It’s not uncool to be jealous.” You raise your brows at him, “Knowing you, I know you’ll disguise your feelings into something else, there is no doubt about that. I’m glad you’re being honest with me right now.”

“I think you’ll have to thank your dance partner for that,” he rolls his eyes at the fact that Caelus actually helped him get out of his cowardice, “There’s no use being all sad and insecure when I could use the opportunity to tell you how I truly feel.”

“I like you a lot, I’ve been trying to swallow these feelings due to the fear of losing you.” Aventurine feels nervous as hell as he utters those words slowly, his hands holding your arms quivering slightly, “You know how all my past relationships failed, right? I didn’t want that to happen between us. I cannot bear the thought of you being with someone else.”

“That won’t happen. I’m very certain.” You smile at him reassuringly, “I love you for all you are, Aventurine. I’ll never get tired of you. I know how hard you’ve been pushing yourself to become better and I wish to be by your side as you overcome your fears.”

Aventurine frowns in response, brows furrowing, “I wanted to say the L word first. That’s very sneaky of you, darling.”

“Sorry, I want to monopolize you sooner. I couldn’t wait anymore.” His jaw drops upon hearing your words, his mouth agape. He is beyond shocked at how bold your statement was, leaving him flabbergasted. When did you get so audacious? Did Caelus do something to you during your practices? He is perplexed, to say the least.

“Why are you looking at me like that!” You lightly hit his chest, snapping him out of stupefied state.

“Since when did you learn to use such scandalous phrases?” His brows furrow at you accusingly.

“Caelus told me to say it to you once.” You close your eyes, admitting defeat.

“Perhaps I have one more thing to thank him for.” Aventurine finally composes himself, the usual playful attitude he sports is back. He gives you a sly grin, earning himself a treat of your blushing face, “May I?” You nod in response, closing your eyes as Aventurine leans forward, closing the gap between you.

Aventurine whispers against your lips as he pulls away to admire your face,

“I love you more.”

#aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines #aventurine fluff #hsr fluff #aaaaa i love him smmmm #my pookiebear :')#sia.inks #sia.txt

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 9 months

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Vampire girlfriend

Summary: You're a vampire, you're in the avengers compound as a villain prisoner, luckily you have someone to keep you company, Wanda is completely infatuated by you and you just can't deny her, especially her delicious blood

Words: 1,525

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, blood drinking, Wanda being protective, Nat being a bit of a bitch tbh, innuendos, mention of smut lmk if I missed anything

A/N: I wrote this in half an hour because why not? I guess

A/N: This Wanda is age of ultra Wanda so like emo dirtbag Wanda with slight anger issues

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"Y/n? Where are you?" Wanda snuck into your room after hours so no one could see, with you being a prisoner and all Tony wasn't keen on Wanda coming to see you, but that didn't stop the witch

"Why are the lights off?"

A pair of hands wound themselves around her body from behind and pulled her back into them "hey gorgeous girl, did you sneak away to come and see me again?" Your voice was low and close to her ear giving it a nip that surprised her

"I missed you" she whispered letting herself relax into your arms "I know honey I know, a shame Tony was being a dick and wouldn't let you see me today, I wore something I wanted you to see" Wanda spun around in your hold kissing you softly not wanting to do more since the guards were doing their rounds and you were both sure they wouldn't want to hear any noises coming from down here

"What did you wear?" You were in your pyjamas now so she was sure you weren't talking about them, but she thought you looked sexy in anything so it didn't matter.

"Something red, something skimpy, something that shows off the marks you left on my thighs when I pounded so hard into you and you needed something to hold onto"

Wanda's hands gripped your shoulders, there was a small light that showed your face holding a smirk and your eyes on her neck "can I have a drink?" You asked and Wanda nodded "please, my neck has been tingling all day for you"

You laughed "awh honey don't worry I'll take care of your tingles" you lent down to her neck kissing and licking the two bites marks already there "don't tease" she breathed out and you chuckled "I'll tease you as much as I want detka, you have no power over me here"

Without another word your fangs pierced her skin sucking the sweet sweet blood from her neck feeling it go down smooth down your throat

"Fuck, hold on Y/n too much" Wanda weakly tried pushing you away but you growled holding her tighter refusing to let go, when you did finally stop Wanda was nearly limp in your hold "sorry baby I got carried away" you whispered leading her to the bed and laying her down grabbing the covers to warm her cold back up

"C-cold" she groaned and you kissed her forehead "rest princess, thank you for letting me drink from you"

She hummed in response pulling the blanket close to her body "its kay"

You lay down with her pulling her close kissing her shoulder "ty moya navsegda krasivaya devushka"

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"......You went to see her again didn't you?" The team were in a meeting the next morning but Wanda wasn't paying attention, not really, she just kept thinking of when she'd go and see you again

"Don't start Nat, you don't know her like I do" she snapped back at the redhead in a whisper "Wanda I'm just concerned, she's a dangerous vampire and a known manipulator, she could be in your mind"

Wanda couldn't help but let out a laugh earning a glare from Steve to which she apologised looking back at Nat "I'm a powerful witch Nat, if anything I'm in her mind and her mind is a wonderful, erotic place"

Nat dropped it and both women carried on with the meeting but of course Wanda wasn't listening, she was just so excited to go back to you

"....and the vampire will accompany us but we need a volunteer to escort her" Wanda was too late listening when she realised what Steve said, she put her hand up but another shot up first, Nat, why did she want to take you on the mission?

"Thank you Nat for volunteering, here's hoping it all goes well, you can go down after the meeting to tell her about the mission"

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You had your eyes closed enjoying the silence until your door slammed open jumping you awake seeing Wanda storm in looking angry, you did like an angry Wanda "I hate her so much!"

She sat down on the bed closing her eyes and trying to calm down, you were very intrigued "are you okay moya krasavitsa?"

She sat up suddenly and straddled you kissing you hard, not that you were complaining at all, every time she was angry you reaped the rewards and it was always amazing

The door opened and your least favourite person interrupted you "Natalia, if you interrupt us again I'll tear you limb from limb and enjoy every fucking second of it" you growled out letting Wanda get up from your lap aiming at Nat

"Why did you accept it?"

Oh? Was she mad at her best friend? Interesting

Nat crossed her arms "Wanda you can't at this point be trusted to take Y/n on a mission while you're being intimate with her"

You sat up really interested in the conversation for once "I'm going on a mission? Great! I need to get out of this room"

"We're going back to where we found you, your friends are getting taken in and you need to help us get them"

You rolled your eyes "you know they've moved now right? you guys are so stupid" your hand found Wanda's bringing her back close to you kissing her neck to calm her down "so why aren't you escorting me on this avenger suicide mission my love?"

Wanda let out a sigh enjoying the feeling of your lips "because Nat put her hand up first" you chuckled "does Nat think she can handle me? I don't think she can, can she honey?"

The assassin scoffed "you're not scary Y/n, we caught you pretty easily"

You looked up from Wanda's neck staring at Nat "did you? Or did I want to be caught so I could spend time with the hottest witch I've ever seen in my life and death?" You nuzzled Wanda's neck making her giggle and pull you into a hug "you're so fucking cute princess, you should move into my room, I could have you whenever I wanted then"

Wanda's eyes lit up "yes! I really want that, Vision keeps trying to get my attention and I just want to stay here with you"

You bristled at the name of Vision, that stupid robot better stay away from your girl "I'll crush his robot parts if he touches you"

Nat huffed breaking the weird conversation you two were having "well this is lovely but Wanda isn't staying in this room, I don't want to come in one morning and see her throat ripped out because you're an animal-

You were across the room in seconds wrapping your hand around Nat's throat pressing her against the wall "don't you fucking dare call me an animal!"

Nat laughed "did I hit a nerve? You're the worst type of animal and I can't wait until I put a bullet in your head"

You laughed "bullets don't hurt me Nat you know that"

"I have a special bullet for you" she winked and your smile dropped

You let her neck go stepping back "you're kidding"

She shook her head "you start anything with me and I won't hesitate to shoot you with it"

You were both locked in an intense eye contact until Wanda stepped in "Nat can you just let me have 5 minutes before you do the stupid briefing?"

Nat agreed leaving you and her alone "what bullet is she talking about babe?" Her arms wrapped around your midsection kissing your cheek to bring you back to her "Y/n?"

You shook your head looking down at Wanda and smiling "don't worry about anything Wands, she wouldn't dare use a silver bullet on me"

Wanda was confused "a silver bullet? I thought they were just for werewolves?"

Shaking your head you kissed her softly "so cute, no they can be used for every supernatural creature and person, but she won't use it, she'll have to deal with you then won't she?"

Wanda nodded her head "yeah! But she won't hurt you baby, I won't let anyone hurt you"

"Thank you my love, are you staying again tonight?"

Wanda looked down unsure of her answer "I don't know, Tony might get suspicious"

you pouted "but I get lonely in here Wanda and I really enjoyed having you here last night, I had a delicious midnight snack, come on just stay here, you can go early in the morning before anyone wakes up"

You knew it didn't take much convincing to make Wanda stay, she was so devoted to you "what do you say?"

Wanda nodded "okay"

"That's a good girl, now go and get your sleepwear while I listen to the angry assassin for a few minutes" you kissed her quick and spun her around to the door giving her ass a smack

"Hey! Baby you said you wouldn't do that suddenly"

You shrugged "I can't help it your ass is just so perfect"

Wanda left and Nat walked in right after slamming the door, you didn't react instead just sitting on your bed watching her

"Shall we begin Natty?"

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #marvel au #marvel imagine #vampire!reader x wanda maximoff #vampire!reader #vampire!y/n x wanda

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cursingtoji · 9 months

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Hii! For the 3k event (congrats btw!! 🥳) can i request Toji with prompt 3 and 15? I guess it would be reader getting drunk and confessing because Toji doesn't get drunk. Thank you so much! ❤️

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ┊ realizing you want more than you should have with the sorcerer killer ┊ The Clichés ™

note: Thank you for joining Kay <3 I was so excited for a Toji request hehe this turned out a bit angsty but oh well guess i just have too many emotions for him

Tonight you and your fellow sorcerers are celebrating, you aren’t sure what since you just arrived from a week long mission but you accepted the invitation and met them at an izakaya for drinks and food.

Alcohol kept coming and since you were sharing the bill you keep drinking too until everyone decided it was enough, but as soon as everyone was drunk enough to drop formalities and talk about their personal life you began to plot an excuse to go home.

Apparently Utahime got engaged over the weekend and she was super excited about the wedding, she asked everyone if they would bring a plus one and who they were.

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” you knew this moment was coming but your drunk brain couldn’t think fast enough.

“Well… it’s complicated, but don’t worry about me, I’ll bring one of Yaga’s puppets as my date” you successfully dodged the question and made everyone laugh.

The bill came when the place was about to close, when it was time to get up you realized you might have had too many drinks.

“Bye bye, take care” you said your goodbyes to each other and took your path back home, which gladly was not too far.

“Hey sexy lady, need some company?” after a few minutes you heard a man but when you turned around there was no one there. You tried to raise your senses in order to feel the cursed energy around you but there wasn’t any. Maybe it was a car or bike that passed by you?

“Pathetic” you murmured to yourself.

The second you resumed your path and walked past an alley you got pulled, your instincts made you raise your elbow to hit the aggressor on the face but he stopped it with his hand, a very familiar hand.

“God, Toji, what the fuuuck, you almost gave me a heart attack” you whispered drunkly and allowed your body to relax.

Toji chuckled with his face on your neck, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. The hand on your elbow moved all the way down your arm to hold your hand and he gave it a soft kiss.

“Couldn’t resist” he kissed it again, you dropped your head backwards meeting his strong chest. The alley was dark but you could still see his handsome features shadowed by the yellow street lamp “You’re drunk as a skunk, sweetheart, I can’t believe your friends let you go home by yourself like that. What a bunch of hypocrites” he squeezed your waist with his other hand and you felt his lips on your ear, “Should I kill them all?” your eyes widened and your head turned to meet his dangerous green eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous, they don’t have any obligation with me. I’m an inden— inpe— independent woman.”

“I can see how you were independently about to crash onto the pavement, why did’ya drink so much?” he sounded concerned, you couldn’t face him when he got serious like that.

In fact you started to chug more after Utahime began babbling about her fiancé, you wanted to talk about Toji like that, but you had two huge problems.

The first one was the man himself.

You couldn’t just drop in a conversation among sorcerers you were in relationship with the infamous sorcerer killer.

Besides, there was no relationship.

You and Toji met during a mission months ago, you had the same goal and would be easy to partner up, but no one could know you made a deal with him, you made that extremely clear, that’s the kind of thing that would destroy your career, that if not get you a death sentence.

And you still ended up in bed with him that same night and many others ever since.

Toji often showed up unannounced at your place in the middle of the night and was gone by the morning, sometimes there was no sex, he ate what was in your fridge and you two talked about whatever except the sorcerer world.

“Cat got your tongue?” he took your chin and moved your head to face him.

“Meow” you replied and began to laugh alone.

“Gosh, kid. Let’s take you home” with an arm around your waist he guided you.

“Home….” you laughed again.

“What? Don’t you wanna go home?”

“Yeah but—“ you hiccuped “the way you said it— sounded like you were saying it’s our home” Toji got quiet as he stopped by your door and his hand moved from your waist to your ass, “Toji~ not here…”

“Relax, you horny” he got the keys from your back pocket and opened the door.

You went straight to your couch and let your body fall on the soft cushions, realizing how everything seemed to be spinning.

“Here” he handed you a glass of water you haven’t even heard him getting, “Sit up” he ordered but you could only raise an arm for him to take and pull you up, “So what was that about?” he sat where you were previously laid at, so when you finished your cup of water you laid down again this time on his lap on top of a cushion he placed for your head.

“What was what about?” you looked up, his arms were spread on the back of the couch, from your angle he looked so big…

“The drinking, never seen you so off after going out.”

“You creep, do you always watch me when I’m out drinking?” you poked his abdomen but it was hard as a rock.

“Not always, I have stuff to do too” he poked your tummy back.

You allowed a few seconds of silent before admitting “Marriage.”

“What?”

“We were talking about marriage, some of them are married, one is getting married in the fall, she wanted to know if we would bring a plus one” you traced the pecks of his abdomen through his shirt, not wanting look at him.

“What did’ya tell her?” Toji sounded serious.

“I… I don’t remember” he snorted.

“Is that why you got so hammered?” he flicked your forehead and you made a whiny sound.

“No… the drinks were cheap, okay?” you raised a bit too fast and he raised with you to hold you from stumbling down.

You hated how much you loved being held by him. In order to shut the spiral of thoughts in your head you got on your tip toes and threw your arms around his massive shoulders kissing him, Toji leaned slightly to pick you up by your ass making you to envelop his waist with your legs.

“You taste like sake” you murmured.

“That’s you, dumbass” he bit your cheek and moved to your bedroom still holding you while you kissed his neck, “For someone that gets fucked every other night you are very horny.”

“It’s been 6… 6? 7! 7 days since I last saw you, so shut up” you watched as Toji pulled his shirt.

“Aw you were counting the days to see me? How cute” he undid the buttons of your jeans, pulling it down your legs then holding them again massaging your calves.

A comfortable silence settled on your bedroom, Toji hasn’t moved, he was indeed just massaging your legs sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Toji?” you called.

“Huh?”

“Is that a really long foreplay or you have no intention to take off my panties?” you moved your feet to his crotch, you could feel he was hard but he held your feet with a groan.

“I ain’t fucking you tonight.”

“What?” you sat on the bed pulling your legs to yourself, “Why not?” you whined like you were being denied your favourite food.

“Come on, sweetheart, we’ve been over this already.”

“Just cause I’m drunk? Now you have morals?” the question came out harshly than it sounded on your head, you could see (hazily so) Toji frowning over it, “Sorry, that’s not what—“

“I should leave.”

“No!” you held his arm and moved to sit on his lap, he stared at your with an expression you couldn’t read.

With your side lamp on and nothing but the sound of your breathing you began to overthink about your situationship.

Toji sighed and lifted his hand to hold your neck but didn’t move to kiss you, he just stayed there almost touching noses. You cursed yourself for falling in the first place, then you cursed him for giving you all the reasons to fall.

“Why you gotta make this so hard?” you let it out in a whisper, he looked deep in your eyes with those gorgeous green fucking orbs.

“Whatcha sayin’?” he digged.

You considered yourself a careful person, always thinking things through and considering the risks.

Yet Toji (added to the alcohol in your blood) made you forget everything and become ridiculously impulsive with your words.

“I like you, that’s what I’m saying” you announced a little bit annoyed, “…and i hate you too” you whispered the last part, feeling the burn of upcoming tears in your eyes.

You felt pathetic, after having heard your coworkers talk about their loved ones there you were: tearing up on the lap of a man you knew had no intentions to have a serious relationship with you, not to mention a long list of crimes against your kind.

“Oh darling” he cooed holding you face, “I’m not worth your affection, you know that” your heart broke at the sentence, you weren’t sure what you wanted to hear, but it wasn’t that.

“Asshole” you murmured staring at his lips. He gave you a peck, then another then one that had a salted taste of the single tear that ran down.

“You’re not even going to remember saying that tomorrow” he slithered back to lay down with you.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true” his arm held you close, the warmth of his body worked like a charm to make you drowsy, your eyes were heavy and your body got more and more relaxed, you thought you heard him saying something but sleep got to you first, wishing he would still be there in the morning for a change.

#— the cliches ™#jjk x reader #toji x you #toji x reader #toji angst

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fluffansmut · 9 months

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Eddie and crybaby!fairy!reader is back again for a part three!

This time featuring a special guest!

(Thanks for the idea, @hellfirefiend)

Part one & part two

You and Eddie was sat on the sofa, sharing a cookie, (with you picking crumbsized bits of his fingertips as he tenderly crumbled the cookie bit by bit for you), when there was a knock at the door…

You looked up at Eddie from your spot on the armrest, non verbally asking if he knew who it was…

”stay there baby” he said, and got up from the sofa to get the door.

You watched from your spot as the door flew open and how an excited voice instantly began chatting to Eddie, throwing his arms around him.

The stranger at the door spooked you a bit, cause you still were unsure about humans.. surely not all could be as kind as Eddie right?

You watched the two closely, hoping that the guy at the door would leave quickly, but when Eddie invited the guy into the trailer, your did what your instincts told you to.

You hid.

“Wait here a sec, imma have you meet someone but they need a minute” Eddie said.

But when he turned around to talk to you, you were gone, nothing but crumbs left at your spot on the armrest.

“Where did she go?” He muttered to himself, lifting a pillow, checking underneath it.

“Who?” You heard the guest ask.

“Okay, well, first off, can you promise me that you won’t freak out?”

“Eddie, your being weird… what’s going on?” The guest asked.

“Just promise okay?” Eddie insisted, whilst checking random hiding spots, trying to find you.

“Jeez, Kay I promise, you know I’ve seen a lot of weird shit, I’m sure I can handle it whatever pet you’ve adopted” he said.

“Well, uh, it’s not a pet, definitely not a pet…” Eddie began, scratching his neck. “It’s a.. she is a fairy”

“A what now?!”

“You promised you wouldn’t!” Eddie reminded.

The he guest paused for a second, before he glanced back at Eddie,

“So..a fairy?”

“Yes.” Eddie confirmed. “And she’s not super used to hanging out with humans, she has just about gotten used to Wayne… so my guess is that she’s hidden, and now we gotta find her.”

He agreed to help Eddie and they began turning over almost everything in search of you.

You watched them over the edge of the Garfield mug that you sat inside. They looked quite funny, as they rummaged around, just funny enough for you to let out a giggle.

The guest did react to it, but Eddie could recognise that sound anywhere.

“Hey Dustin? Could you check my desk? It’s a popular hiding spot..” Eddie lied, trying to get a moment alone with you.

Fortunately he agreed and stomped off towards the bedroom, and soon enough you felt the mug being lifted, and when you glanced up you saw a familiar face.

Eddie smiled down at you, instantly calming some of your nerves.

“Grew to nervous?” He guessed.

You nodded, shamefully admitting that you were.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay, totally fine.” Eddie said, soothing your nerves. “It just my friend, he’s totally harmless, and he is looking forward to meeting you. Do you want to meet him?”

You pondered the question for a minute, but in the end you decided to trust Eddie and said.

“Okay, Eddie”

Eddie smiled down at you again, as he clutched the mug tenderly in both his hands.

“Hey Dustin! I found her” he called out, not taking his eyes of you.

The one who you now presumed was Dustin returned.

“Now, take it easy, she’s quite a shy little one.” He said, before holding out the mug and letting Dustin look down into it.

“Oh my god,” Dustin mumbled as you felt his gaze fall upon you. “This is awesome.”

You didn’t dare to look up at him, and instead stayed curled up in the mug.

Eddie could feel the apprehension and anxiety radiating off you, so he slipped his little finger into the mug. It took mere seconds until he felt you cling to it. He continued to talk to Dustin whilst he drafted a plan to get you to come out of your shell a bit more.

“Don’t you think you would’ve been more comfy in my hand, baby?” He asked.

“Yes please, Eddie” you said, taking him up on the suggestion instantly.

He plucked you out the mug by the wings and set you down in the palm of his hand, where you got to work with the activity you invented a couple of day before, spinning Eddies rings round his fingers. (Which was quite a task for someone your size)

The boys continued on with their conversation and you kind of zoned out.

“I know that I put an other dimensional monster in my tortious tank, but this, this is a new kind of weird.” Dustin said.

This made you look up, Eddie had promised that he was nice and now he called you weird…

You crossed your arms and huffed in his general direction.

“What’s got you all grumpy?” Eddie asked.

You didn’t answer, instead you shot Dustin a dirty look.

Eddie put the tip of his pointer finger under your chin, turning you to meet his eyes.

“I know you and somethings up, so can you please tell me so I can make it better?” Eddie asked.

You eyed Dustin who watched you in confusion and total awe, you didn’t want him to hear that the comment got to you. So instead of telling Eddie straight up you fluttered away and hid in the crook of Eddie’s neck.

“Sweetheart” Eddie said with a sigh.

Your eyes got all teary as you sat there clinging with both your arms around a strand of his hair.

“He called me weird” you mumbled.

“Oh, baby” Eddie said, picking you up, “ he didn’t mean it like that, right Dustin?”

You let your gaze slide between Eddie and Dustin.

There was some ruckus beneath that table and then Dustin exclaimed;

“Ow why did you kick …” he began before he made eye contact with Eddie, who lead his gaze to you. “I’m sorry, that true, it’s not you that’s weird, it’s the situation, you are truly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen”

You gave Eddie a look, as if to check if he was telling the truth, and when Eddie gave you a reassuring nod you smiled widely at Dustin.

“You should really come with Eddie to hellfire”Dustin suggested. “The others would go crazy”

“Now let’s take one thing at the time” Eddie said with a chuckle.

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