#life is a lil bit shitty lately

[wilsons-journey]

Just a collection of an grumpy man. ⁽ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ˢᵒⁿ⁾

#gw2 #guildwars2 #guild wars 2 #charr #screenshot #valefor #life is a lil bit shitty lately #but looking at this grumpy mess always cheers me up #but also some special people around here #thank you for being there ♥

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ ONE MORE CHANCE? (IT WON'T BE THE LAST) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ you hate your ex, but nobody else can fuck you half as well — so maybe you'll give him one more chance.

contents: fem!reader. implied unprotected sex, dirty talk (?), lil' bit of praise, lil' bit of degradation, oral (fem. receiving), couch sex, gojo covers your mouth at one point, cursing, lil' bit of teasing/mocking (?). sorta toxic but whatevs we love a toxic king! 2000+ words.

author's note: got lazy in the middle of writing this loll

"he's just so fucking annoying," you groan, swirling the drink in your hand. the ice clinks against the side of the glass as you lift the cup to your lips, sipping the whiskey and wincing at the way it burns the back of your throat. you lean back in the plush couch in your friend's living room and sigh. "i don't know why i ever dated him."

your friend nods in agreement, eyes fixed on her phone for another second before she turns it towards you. "look what he posted on his instagram."

on your friend's screen is an instagram story, and the tag shows that it's from your ex-boyfriend — satoru gojo. tired of his insensitivity and annoying nature, you had dumped him two weeks ago, and god, you'd never had such a petty ex in your life.

after you broke up with him, he blocked you from all his socials and got all his friends to do the same. so, since he practically knew everyone, you lost a hundred followers.

and apparently, he's out fucking some other girl right now.

the story on your friend's phone is a picture of a smirking satoru with his arm wrapped around some girl with a red plastic cup in her hand. they're bathed in overhead red lights, and you can barely make out a familiar dark-haired boy in the back — another one of satoru's fuckboy friends.

"he's such a manwhore," your friend says with an eyeroll. "d'you want to stay the night?"

you shake your head, setting down the now-empty glass on a coaster. "it's alright, i wouldn't want to intrude," you say with a rueful smile.

your friend eyes you suspiciously for another second before leaning back in her own seat and closing her eyes. "stay safe, it's pretty late."

you nod and toss your things into your bag before stepping out the door, closing it gently behind you. as you get in your car and drive back to your house, thoughts of satoru fill your head. 

you don't recognize the girl under satoru's arm, but she's pretty — too pretty for him. sure, satoru was conventionally attractive, with his ocean-blue eyes and flawless physique, but still. 

satoru was a shitty boyfriend, and now he's an even shittier ex. when you two dated, his spoiled brattiness and constant sorry, i forgot's drove you insane. he couldn't even remember your birthday. it was a miracle that you tolerated him for that long — until your one-year anniversary, which obviously slipped his mind.

"you're so insensitive," you groan, dragging a hand down your face. satoru suppresses a sigh, blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. "and— satoru, are you even listening to me?"

you're quiet for three seconds before he responds, and naturally, it was with a "huh? yeah, what is it?"

every time. every single time.

"it's over," you mutter, shaking your head frustratedly. "we're over, satoru."

"fine," he responds after a moment. "i never really liked you anyways."

"fuck you."

if you didn't give a fuck about that white-haired bastard anymore, why did the memory of your breakup still sting?

you try to tell yourself that it doesn't matter. maybe it was for the best — he was out with some pretty girl, so why couldn't you go out and sleep with some hot guy? 

you make up your mind right as you step into your house, and thirty minutes later, you're in a tight dress and four-inch heels. and it's almost funny how easy it is to doll up when you don't have a horny boyfriend trying to fuck you every two seconds.

right before you step out the door, you eye yourself in the mirror and can't help but admire the way your dress hugs your waist, accentuating your curves. that smug manwhore didn't know what he was missing out on — so why not show him?

you pull out your phone and take a picture of yourself, snapping a couple before deciding on one and posting it on your story. you knew he'd see it — you intentionally let his burner stay unblocked, and coincidentally, he didn't block you either. 

just as you push open your door, you realize that your phone's on death's door — just over five percent remaining. so you plug it into your charger, kicking your feet impatiently as you wait for it to charge to a reasonable amount.

some part of you wants to chicken out, to stay home and spend the night watching a classic romcom. but the other part of you, the part that can't ignore the fact that you haven't had sex in two weeks, urges you to go out and get laid.

so twenty minutes later, when your phone finally hits forty percent, you practically throw open the door and rush out and find yourself face-to-face with the guy who's somewhere between belly conklin and andy bernard on your most-disliked list. satoru gojo.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you snap, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold night air touches your bare skin. satoru eyes you up and down, and suddenly, you're very aware of just how exposed you are. "satoru, answer the damn question."

"where are you going?" he asks, eyes narrowing when they settle on your dress's deep neckline. 

"none of your business," you reply shortly, biting the inside of your cheek. unfortunately, satoru looks good. just like in his instagram story, he has one button undone in his collar, and his hair is rumpled and perfect all at the same time. "answer the fuckin' question."

"saw your story," satoru replies, slipping his hands into his pocket. "you going out on a date or something?"

the question catches you off guard, and your irritated expression drops for a moment. strangely enough, satoru doesn't have his usual smug expression on his face — he looks conflicted. he never looks conflicted.

"doesn't matter," you respond, walking around him and relishing the way your heels clack on the concrete ground. without turning around, you ask, "so, what about my story made you come over?"

you're not sure why you're baiting him. maybe it's the slight chance that he would beg to get you back, maybe it's the tightness in your chest and pussy, or maybe you just want the satisfaction of seeing satoru squirm.

whatever it is, it lets satoru take you by the wrist and drag you back inside. you suppose that if you can get dick at home, then there's no point in going all the way to the club. and it's not like you're gonna get back together over one night — this would be purely physical. he wanted you, and you wouldn't mind him.

"fuck, right there, sweetheart," satoru groans, pushing your legs impossibly farther apart as his tongue laps at your pussy. the two of you barely made it to the couch in your living room before satoru pushed you down, a mischievous smile on his lips. one thing turned to another, and soon enough he was on his knees in front of you and eatung you out like a starving man.

"you're such a loser," you mutter, threading your fingers through his hair as his tongue makes you see stars. he really was — who shows up to their ex's place after getting dumped? a laugh bubbles out of satoru's lips while his mouth is still on your pussy and it makes you shiver. satoru looks up at you, an amused gleam in his eyes.

"s' that so?" satoru mumbles, pressing his lips to your inner thigh with a smirk. "then why'd you let me in, huh?"

"why would i go out when i can just get fucked at home?" you say dryly, a smile growing on your lips. "since you made the effort of coming all the way here."

"my pleasure," satoru scoffs sarcastically, getting up and joining you on the couch as he tugs you into his lap. "so i'm the pathetic loser here, yeah?"

you nod, letting satoru unzip the back of your dress with one hand. he laughs and shakes his head. "you're the one who let me in, baby."

"yeah, well, you showed up."

"you coulda slammed the door in my face."

"maybe i should've," you mutter, not liking the way he's grinning at you. "you gonna fuck me or what?"

"aw, you're desperate. how cute," he replies without missing a beat. it's been a while since you got to banter with satoru like this, and some part of you misses it. sure, he's disgustingly cocky, but at least he has the dick to back it up. and it's fun, too — you like the chase, and clearly, he does too.

"not really," you say with a shrug. that's a lie — the only reason you let him in was to get fucked, and contrary to the excuses falling from your mouth, you were getting impatient. not that he needed to know that.

"fine. have it your way, brat." satoru smiles cheekily and bounces his leg up and down, making you grit your teeth as you struggle to focus.

you make a face at satoru, crossing your arms. "what are you—"

"waiting."

"for what?"

"for you to beg."

your mouth falls open, and you glare at satoru, hating the way he's smugly grinning at you. this isn't the first time he's asked you to beg for him to fuck you — back when the two of you were dating, he had no problem edging you the whole night and practically making you cry for him.

"not this again," you groan, letting out a drawn-out sigh. "just fuck me already, satoru. or i'll go get someone else to."

satoru clicks his tongue, smiling lazily. "we both know you won't do that."

again, he's right, and god, you hate him for it. "just shut up and fuck me."

"alright, since you asked so nicely," satoru drawls, running his tongue over his teeth. he studies you intently, white hair falling into his eyes. before you can ask what he's looking at, he has you pinned against the couch cushions, face down and ass up. 

"good girl, stayin' nice and quiet for me," satoru groans, hand clasped over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind. "you always talked too much. never knew when to shut that damn mouth."

you moan against his hand, unable to think about anything else but satoru and his dick. that's the only reason the two of you stayed together for as long as you did — because the sex was irreplaceable. and after two weeks without getting fucked, you seriously consider throwing all pride out the window and begging for him back.

"shit, you're so fuckin' tight," satoru says with a rough laugh. "have you really not fucked with anyone else since you dumped me?" 

you shake your head, eyes pressed shut as satoru continues sloppily thrusting into you. there's a coil in your chest that's threatening to burst, and the whines slipping out of your lips increase in both pitch and volume.

at this point, you can hardly remember why you broke up with satoru — or maybe, he's just not giving you a chance to remember. his pace is relentless and mind-numbing, and shit, maybe it's for the best.

when he finally lets you cum, it's the best feeling you've had in what feels like forever. the edges of your vision go white, and satoru removes his hand from your mouth, letting out the lewd, muffled sounds that you've been suppressing all this time. not long after, satoru cums too, and it's sloppy, messy, and all over you. 

satoru collapses on top of your back, hot breaths slipping out of his mouth and brushing against your cheek. "took me so good, baby," he groans, pressing his lips to your neck and laughing breathily. "we should do this again sometime."

you shouldn't like this. you should be shoving him out your door, but his mischievous smile is irresistible. and even though you know this time probably won't end any different than the rest, you decide to give satoru one more chance.

"yeah, same time tomorrow?"

"anythin' for you."

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[bakubunny]

Slayyyy happy almost birthday bunny 🫶 it’s your bday but you are giving us the gift of your writing? I’ll take it.

I am on my knees asking for a fic where pro hero Kiri teaches pro hero Bakugo how to fuck reader 🤲

a/n: thank you so much for this. 😮‍💨 it was a fun one. i got carried away for sure haha. hope it was worth the wait!

wc: 2.4k 💀

tags: aged up characters; bf!kiri; best friend!bkg; f!reader; established relationship; oral sex (m receiving); deep throating; mfm with a lil m/m action; fingering (f receiving); overstimulation; unprotected sex; creampies; sloppy seconds; katsuki has a bit of a praise kink; katsuki’s a little subby but not really; eijiro takes control

You weren’t sure how you ended up naked between your boyfriend and your best friend, but you did.

Okay, well, you knew; you were there at the boys’ shared apartment when the topic of Katsuki’s sex life (or lack thereof) came up in conversation. Still a virgin in his late twenties, he’d focused solely on his career to the point of having a small number of relationships he’d intended to be serious, but they never took off.

Without hesitation, Eijiro said, “We’re here if you wanna see what the fuss is all about. I could show you how.”

Your eyes widened a little as you looked at Eijiro.

Katsuki’s face flushed down to his chest. “I-I don’t need you to show me how,” he sputtered. “I know what a fucking pussy looks like, give me some credit.”

Eijiro grinned, a glint in his eye. “Yeah, bro, but sex is a lot more than knowing where your dick goes. Isn’t that right, baby?” he said, turning to you.

His hand slid around your body as he pulled you into him, trying to gauge your reaction. A flush had washed over your cheeks as well; Eijiro knew you thought Katsuki was attractive and teased you about it every once in a while, but you never thought he’d suggest this.

“It-it is, yeah,” you replied.

“Have you even had your cock sucked before?” Eijiro said.

Katsuki’s face reddened further as he futzed with his hands. “Once,” he mumbled.

“So that was the only time?”

“Yes, shitty hair, the one time you sucked my dick was the single fucking time I’ve gotten a blowjob,” Katsuki spat. “Fuck, you’re so damn irritating.”

You held in a laugh at his response until Eijiro fired back.

“That can change. There’s a pretty little cock sucker right here, and I’d say she’s damn good,” he said.

“Ei!” You gave him a shoulder check, eyes wide.

“What? You know it’s true. I’m just trying to help a bro out, here,” Eijiro replied.

“Tch. He’s too nice. I doubt you’re that good,” Katsuki said under his breath.

Your brows raised as you spoke. “Oh, is that what you think? Fine.” You grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Come here.”

Katsuki looked at you like you’d gone crazy while Eijiro’s grin grew.

“Now,” you demanded.

Slightly surprised by your tone, you could see both a hint of anger and timidity in his expression. But as you kneeled on the pillow, he walked towards you.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Katsuki asked.

“Yes. Get your dick out.”

He hesitated. You could see the flurry of thoughts running through his head as he looked at Eijiro and down to you.

“Kats, I’ve known you for what, ten years now?” you said. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t do it. Do you want a blowjob or not?”

Katsuki’s cheeks flushed again as he reached for his belt, mumbling under his breath. Maybe it was the nerves, but he was still soft when he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down. The scent of clean sweat and burnt sugar hit your nose first. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, drinking in the sight of his thick, soft cock hanging down over heavy balls. Even soft, he was still a little bigger than most guys when they’re fully hard.

“What?” he spat nervously. “Not big enough for you or somethin’?”

Eijiro caught the look in your eye, glazed over with want. “Nah, dude. Look at her.”

Staring him in the eye, Katsuki seemed to get it as a grin drew across his lips.

You leaned in, lips grazing his cock as you spoke. “Wipe that fucking smirk off your face. I doubt you’ll last more than a minute,” you teased.

His jaw clenched and you grinned taking his cock between your lips. Katsuki’s dick quickly grew in your mouth until you had to bring up a hand to support the weight and size. You sucked his cock as you let saliva pool into your mouth, spitting on his shaft every now and then to get the slick movement you needed in your mouth and under your fingers.

Katsuki huffed and panted with flushed cheeks, body tense as he watched you work. By the time he was fully hard, you could get a hand around him, but not by much. He was probably a solid eight inches if you had to guess, a little bit longer and not as thick as the dick you were well acquainted with. The same dick you could see visibly bulging in Eijiro’s shorts as he stood next to Katsuki and watched.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty, doing such a good job,” Eijiro said, his voice warm and sweet.

You felt Katsuki throb between your lips as Eijiro reached out to run a hand over your head.

A shiver slid down your back as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Shush, you. You’re gonna make him cum and I’m just getting started.”

Before Katsuki could protest, you started working his shaft slowly in long strokes, one hand twisting and stroking just below your lips as you used your tongue to massage the vein on the underside of his cock. You let his cock hit your throat before pulling out almost entirely and sunk back down again and again.

Katsuki’s head fell back and he whined a soft, “Holy fuck, shit, fuck.”

You felt his thigh tremble slightly under your free hand and stopped. He panted.

“If you’re gonna insult my cock sucking skills, you’re gonna watch me when I prove you wrong,” you said. “Dunno if I should continue though. I’m not sure you like it. You’re pretty quiet.”

His head snapped forward and he looked you in the eye, full of hunger and a thread of desperation, fists clenched tight. “Please,” he whispered.

You grinned and stroked the head of his cock. Another groan left his lips.

“Please, what, Kats?”

Frustration built on his face. It was hidden by a little anxiety, but you could see his desire to let anger take control from you. You waited for him to swallow his pride.

“Suck my cock. Please suck my cock,” he said.

You kissed his red, angry tip. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Katsuki moaned as you took him back in your mouth, working his shaft again without moving too quickly to be just a little nice. You grabbed his hand and putting it on the back of your head.

“I’m gonna take a breath, and when I look up, you push a little. You’re not gonna hurt me. I’ll push myself off if I need you to stop.”

You caught Eijiro flushed and grinning, palming his bulge through his shorts in the corner of your eye and tried not to smile too hard when you saw Katsuki’s wide eyes before you looked away. As promised, you took a good breath and looked up before sinking his cock between your slack jawed lips, pushing further when he hit the back of your mouth. After a couple of tries, he slipped down your throat and you sunk until your nose pressed into the wirey blond hair at the base of his dick. Katsuki groaned and watched in disbelief as your eyes watered and rolled in pleasure, a shudder running down your back.

“Oh fuck, shit, I’m gon-” He was cut off with a whining moan as he came.

You bobbed your head and gently massaged his balls as he throbbed, shooting his load down your throat. You pulled off with a gasp, drool on your chin and tears in your eyes. Katsuki stepped back and a familiar, callused hand pulled you into his groin. You whimpered.

“Ei, really?” you said.

“Yeah, baby. You look so fucking pretty, I need more of you. Show him what a good girl you are, hmm?”

You sighed. “You’re lucky I love you and your dick.”

Eijiro pulled his shorts down and you greedily made quick work of getting him off. The feeling of his hands in your hair amplified every little sensation of pleasure, though it was brief.

You took Eijiro’s offered hand to stand and wiped your chin as you turned to Katsuki. “Now, what have we learned?” you teased.

“I was fucking wrong, okay? And…” his voice fell quiet. “Maybe I’d be okay with learnin’ a thing or two.”

A shared look with Eijiro told you he was far more excited about this than he should be.

Eijiro held you as you leaned back into his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Katsuki awkwardly lined his dick up with your wet cunt.

“Don’t push in right away, tease her a little bit,” he said.

You whimpered. Eijiro and Katsuki had already done that plenty between the two of them; two pairs of hands wandering your body, two pairs of lips tracing their way across your skin, one that felt like home and another that was nervous and unpracticed but greedy. Two hands that took turns fingering your achy cunt until Katsuki was able to pull you over the edge as you shook and clenched around his hand, and Eijiro had worked worked you back up immediately after despite your protests from overstimulation.

The head of Katsuki’s dick ran over your clit. You whined again as pleasure washed over you.

“Kats, c’mon please?”

Before Eijiro could stop him, Katsuki was sinking the head of his cock into your heat as you both groaned. He panted heavily and a shaky whine left his throat. Katsuki throbbed inside of you as he pushed in slowly, so overwhelmed by the tight, velvety feeling wrapped around his cock that he almost came when he bottomed out, hips meeting yours. He hadn’t even moved yet and his head was spinning.

Eijiro’s dick twitched against your back. “That’s it, just go slow. You look so fucking good,” he said.

Katsuki throbbed again and his grip on your body tightened. “Shut the fuck up, shitty hair. I’m tryna fuck your girlfriend.”

“You want my help or not?” The grin plastered on his face was almost smug.

“Don’t need your fuckin’ comments,” Katsuki replied.

He waited for his head to stop swirling a little before trying with short, tentative thrusts that started slow and got faster before he stopped. Katsuki paused to keep himself from losing his mind and started again. Though it wasn’t much movement, he was so big that it still made you whine as Eijiro groped and teased your tits.

“H-harder,” you said.

He pushed his hips deeper without really pulling out. Katsuki couldn’t think beyond the grip of your cunt, wasn’t sure if he’d actually be able to fuck you and if he kept this train of thoughts going, he’d probably go soft and look like a huge fucking idiot. He was stuck in his head when Eijiro pulled his head together.

“Bro, relax. You’re doing just fine,” Eijiro said. “Pull out more before you thrust.”

Katsuki’s thrust, though tentative, changed to one that was long and dragged against your sweet spot. He pulled a gasp from you once he got the hang of it, fucking you harder with each snap of his hips.

“That’s it. Fuck that pretty pussy like you mean it,” Eijiro said, a heated roughness settling into his voice.

Katsuki grunted with a hint of frustration, his thrusts getting continually harder as you moaned, skin slapping on skin slowly filling the room. “Wha’d I say about the damn talkin’?”

“You like it,” you said.

“Shut yer fuckin’ mouth,” he replied, articulating it with a hard thrust. “You don’t know what I like.”

Eijiro grabbed Katsuki by the face and leaned in a little. “No, but I do. C’mon, Kats, make her take your fucking cock.”

Katsuki groaned louder than you expected at Eijiro’s slight show of dominance, his thrusts getting sloppy as a shudder ran down your back.

“That’s it, such a good boy,” Eijiro said. “Gonna fill that pretty cunt for me, aren’t you?”

Katsuki moaned as heat flooded your core and you whined in return, not quite close enough to get off before his hips softened and slowed to a stop.

“Fuck you, dickhead,” Katsuki grumbled, no malice behind his words.

“Don’t tempt me,” he replied. “Get out of the way and I’ll show you how it’s really done. Ass up, princess.”

Cum slid down your ass when Katsuki pulled out. You turned over and laid yourself on Katsuki’s chest, back arched and waiting while Eijiro got behind you. He gave your ass a playful smack as he started down at your messy cunt.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this. Should get you covered in Kats’ cum more often,” he said.

“Baby, will you please just - oh fuck-”

Eijiro grabbed you by the hips and pushed in without warning, his girth a welcome change. The weight of his hips pounded into you as you moaned, eyes rolling as Katsuki watched. Just the pressure of Eijiro’s hips hitting yours had you coming undone as he pulled you up and into him, fucking a deep, tender spot that made you see stars.

“Tch. Y’really like gettin’ fucked hard, huh?” Katsuki said.

You managed a groan of approval, already too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response, the wet sound of Eijiro’s balls clapping against your clit filling your head.

“You’re so cute when you’re getting fucked stupid like this. Can’t even speak,” Eijiro said.

Eijiro’s fingertips dug into your hips, a grunt on his lips. Your legs started to shake, shockwaves of pleasure washing over you.

“Kiss him, baby,” he demanded.

Weakly, you pushed yourself and leaned in towards Katsuki’s face. He grabbed you, kissing you hard, the smoothness of his tongue amplifying the electric feeling on your skin. Eijiro reached down and rubbed circles into your clit. You moaned into Katsuki’s mouth, your vision going white as a shudder rippled down your body and you came, your core fluttering and clenching hard. Eijiro fucked you through your orgasm with a heavy groan as he came with you, filling you with his seed.

Still inside you, Eijiro collapsed and held you in his arms next to Katsuki. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

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[whiteferrar1]

“Brothers Best Friend”

Summary: Your stuck at your childhood home during spring break with your Brother; Suguru and his annoying best friend, Satoru Gojo. Everything goes well up till a single night

Warnings: 19 Yr old reader, Gojo is 21, banter, mentions of blood and fighting, fingering, virgin reader, Gojo being a lil mean :3 pet names, Gojo steals Geto’s car, STEM reader 😛, NOT AVTUALLY PROOF READ, Porn with plot

Staying in your childhood home after long drawn out semester of college classes, shitty side jobs, unpaid internships, you could finally relax.

So you did. You laid back against the pillows on your childhood bed, hanged out with childhood friends who stayed in your hometown for school, stayed up late watching reruns of old shows that ended in the 2000’s. Everything was perfect.

Until a tall man with sunglasses and fluffy white hair walked through the front door with a smug grin on his face.

Satoru Gojo, your brother’s best friend since childhood. He walked through the childhood home like he lived there. Taking off his shoes at the door before walking over to the stocked fridge without sparing a glance at you. It irked you- HE irked you.

You and Gojo never got along, no matter what your brother or parents tried to make you two be at least civil in each other’s presence. It never worked out.

“Suguru I didn’t know you already had a girl over” Gojo said to your brother has he grabbed a bag of chips and a soda that you bought and was saving.

He squints his eyes a bit before he chuckles “Oh your sister, sorry that’s even worse”

“Gojo for the love of god, be quiet.” You mumble as you cross your arms with a huff.

“Ahh don’t be like that Guppy~” He coos with a playful glint in his icy blue eyes.

Another reason you hated Gojo. The god forsaken nicknames that he never let go, even as you two grew older. This one stuck and never went away. It was probably because your parents called you it all the time for your love of fish.

You would cry when your family made fish, sniffling as you would try to put the already dead fish into the sink to bring it back to life. Gojo never failed to tease you for that. Laughing as he kept telling you the fish was dead and never coming back.

He would also try to make you eat fish, shoving the fork of warm salmon to your lips as you cried. “You’re such a cry baby, Guppy!” He’d remark with loud laughter as your brother hit him over the head and yelled at him to stop bullying his younger sister.

“Would you stop calling me that! Seriously” I snap at him. Suguru sighed and shook his head at the oncoming banter.

“But you’re just like a guppy! You got fat cheeks like those goldfish” He teased as he flopped down onto the couch next to him.

“Their called Bubble eye goldfish first off, and it’s their eyes that are big not the cheeks” I retort with a roll of my eyes.

“Nerd.” He said with a fake cough.

Your eye twitched slightly before you eye the drink, your drink in his hand.

“That’s my shit asshole! If you’re gonna take something from my fridge at least have the decency to ask!” I exclaim as I move to try to grab it from his hand.

Your chest pushed almost in his face as you tried to reach out for it. He let out a laugh and lifted his arm fully up to avoid your grabbing.

“If I asked you would’ve said no!” He said with a wide grin on his pale face.

You let out another annoyed huff as you get off the couch. You slap the back of Gojo’s head before you turn on my heel.

“Whatever, I have a party to get ready for so this bullshit, doesn’t matter” You grumble as you walk off and up the stairs.

It couldn’t have been more than 2 hours before the sound of your heels are heard coming down the stairs. Gojo is still on the couch next to your brother as their hands click away playing a video game on the TV.

“I have a little reunion party with some of my friends, so i’m heading out. I should be back by 10” you say mostly to the air, as you grab your handbag from the kitchen.

Gojo’s eyes scanned you up and down. A light blue crop top that hugged your chest just right in Gojo’s opinion. A pair of black jean shorts, and a pair of lifted sneakers. Everything you wore, how you looked, made Gojo’s normally calm face flush.

Gojo wanted to say something, maybe a teasing joke or a horrible pick up line but he was left speechless. You had really grown up. To him before you left for college you were always Suguru’s annoying crybaby little sister. But now… You were Y/N the stunning STEM major that looked so good dressed up in his colors.

You left and the night passed by quickly. Gojo couldn’t shake you from his mind though. When his mind would wonder from the video games of the TV showing playing, it would run back to you. Little snippets of moments from childhood, your witty personality, the little tears that would swell up in your big Bambi eyes when you would see a stray animal or be offered fish.

He’s snapped out by two things. Suguru snoring on the other side of the couch and Suguru’s phone ringing appearing your name. Gojo groaned a bit as I leaned up from the couch and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” Gojo says through the phone.

“Gojo, it’s me, Y/N uhm where’s my brother? I need to picked up, like…now” You say with a rushed tone, worry lacing your tone.

“He’s dead asleep, what’s wrong I can get you” Gojo responds as he’s already sitting up from the couch and grabbing his car keys.

You sigh softly “The party, went to shit… Me and this girl started arguing and it got heated. She pushed me so I throw a punch. She was on the floor and I thought I won but then a knife was pulled out, cops are coming and I’m sitting on the front porch waiting” You explain.

“I’m already driving, I have your location, I’ll hear there in a minute” Gojo responds before he hangs up.

The man speeds through the streets, trying to get to you as soon as he could. He pulls up in front of the house and sees you sitting on the stairs up to the porch, a cigarette in between your fingers. He speed walks over to you, looking at your bruised face and crust of dried blood under your nose.

“Are you okay? Did you need to go to the hospital? Can you walk” He worriedly asks as He pulls you up onto your feet.

“I’m okay Gojo, really. It’s just a bruised eye and some cuts” You try to explain say as he holds you while you walk to the car. He keeps you tightly in his arms as he gets you into the front seat.

“I was worried when you mentioned the knife, thought you’ve been stabbed” He mutters has his hands keep close on the stirring wheel. He drives fast to get home, speeding through red lights as you looked at him with a worried expression.

“Why are you going so fast! You’re gonna get a speeding ticket and a ticket for running through like 2 red lights” You scold him as he just rolls his eyes.

“Your hurt, I need to get you back to the house so we can figure out if you need stitches or if you have a concussion. Plus; this is Suguru’s car” He explains as he moves his right hand to pats your thigh then keeps his palm on the skin.

It’s no use in fighting him so you nod. you barely noticed you got home. Gojo swiftly helps you out of the car and rushes you into the house. He sees Suguru is still sleep so he softly places his phone back down where is was before he takes up to the upstairs bathroom.

Gojo pulls out a med-kit and a portable ice pack. He pops the pack open and hands it to you to place on your eye. You tell him a soft thank you. He walks up and examines your face. His thumb rubbing your cheek as he uses his phone flashlight to check your pupils. They seem fine before he disinfects your cuts and puts little bandaid on them gently.

“Thank you Satoru…How can I repair you for helping me out” I whisper to him as he looks down at you.

“How. about…A kiss?” He teasingly says with a smile.

“Your for real?” You ask with a flush reddening your face.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you” He whispers.

You smile softly before you pull his down and press your lips against his. You put the ice pack down as his hands go to your waist.

The kiss has passion of years of tension and want flowing into the touch. His lips soft as he puts you on the bathroom counter. He hands clawing your clothes with need.

“I-Fuck- I need you sweetheart” He whispers to you, hands slowly pulling at your shorts. He unzips the jeans and pulls them down.

His lips stay connected to yours, his finger tips brushing against your clothed cunt. His thumb swiping circles along your throbbing clit. Your breath hitches into the kiss, your back hitting against the mirror.

“Fuck-Satoru wait” You gasp as you hold his wrist in place “I’m a virgin, like never had anything done.” You tell him.

“I’m fine with that, if your are. I’ll be gentle and take it at your pace” He says. You nod and let go of his wrist and lets him use a finger to slide off your panties.

“Such a pretty pussy” He groans as his cold hands rub up and down your folds. “Can’t believe I didn’t get to look at her sooner” He whispers.

His thumb rubs against your clit again, pressing slightly down as you gasp out. “Fuck! Satoru” You whine.

Your foreheads lean against each other he shushes you softly “Gotta stay quiet baby, don’t need your brother hearing us” He warns.

“Already so wipe from just a lil’ teasing, you really haven’t been touched” He mumbles as he puts his middle finger inside your hole.

Your moans grow loud making you clasp a hand over your mouth. He speeds up his pace a bit, before he puts his ring finger inside. His fingers curl at the gummy spot in your cunt as you loudly whine against your palm.

“Fuck baby, clamping down on me, can’t imagine how my dick is gonna fit into this pretty cunt” He groans.

You take your hand off your mouth . Your hands grab his shoulders, his fingers fucking into you at a pace that made you almost tear up.

“Sososo good! Fuck- Please don’t stop please Satoru please” You moan while trying to keep your voice down “I need to cum, I’m gonna cum soon Toru’” You tell him as your head throws back against the mirror.

The white hair man grins wildly, hunger and lust flaming in his blue eyes. His fingers keep a fast pace, curling and rubbing up against that sweet spot.

“Satoru I’m gonna cum!” You warn you with loud whines escaping your throat.

“Let go baby, cum around me fingers sweet girl” He tells you.

The two fingers hit the perfect spot before your seeing stars. Loud moans unable to be held back. Your cunt clamps down onto his fingers. Your thighs shake fast as he slows down the pace slightly and lets you ride out your orgasam.

Sweat drips down your forehead with sighs leaving your mouth. Satoru kisses your cheek softly as his hands leave your sensitive pussy.

“Such a good girl…” He tells you “Let’s go take a bath”

.

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The next morning while you and Satoru sit on the couch eating food Suguru slams the front door open “Why the fuck do I have 3 speeding tickets?!”

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #JJK #gojo satoru #Gojo #gojo smut #satorugojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #smut #fem reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Then There Was You ❤️

Summary; Eddie's ex left him heartbroken and you were there to pick up the pieces.

Eddie should be happy that Jessie is back but there's you, you who put the pieces of his broken heart back together, who made him smile on his worst days.

(This is just a lil fic to get me back into the swing of writing)

Warnings; Angst, heartache, fluff, minors dni

Likes or reblogs are much appreciated ❤️

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Eddie is smiling as you wake up, his fingers gently caressing your hair as you curl into his chest.

Mornings have been like this for a while, lazy and full of sleepy kisses, affection and the urge to do nothing but lay with each other, limbs entwined as the sun rises.

It's bad though... Bad because you can't risk falling even more for Eddie than you already have.

This was just meant to be sex between the two of you, meaningless, mindblowing sex to take Eddie's mind off his heartache from his ex leaving him.

Jessie had broken Eddie's heart two months ago by calling him a loser, good for nothing and driving away with Josh Harris in tow.

"He's actually making something of his life Munson, not working in a shitty garage and being a total loser"

In truth you had never liked Jessie at any point of the almost nine months she had been dating Eddie, she was stone cold but Eddie was too lovesick to see it.

Until it was too late. Then he came to yours a few nights after you left and you both got a little bit drunk and slept together.

It was the best sex you'd ever had and before both of you knew it the two of you were meeting up every chance you could.

Most of the night was about sex but there was lots of talking too, Eddie opening up to you and you to him, a lot of laughter shared and good times.

Two months down the line and pesky feelings had took root, you were hopelessly in love with Eddie.

There was this nagging feeling though that at some point Jessie would swan right back into Eddie's life, begging for forgiveness.

As for as you knew Eddie still loved her though you were too scared to ask and hear the answer for real.

"Hey, sleepyhead. How's my girl?" my girl him saying that makes you giddy even though you tell yourself not to get your hopes too high that he feels the same.

"Hmm, too early. Need kisses" he grins and dips down to kiss you.

"With fucking pleasure milady" you giggle as his stubble tickles your neck, he stops kissing you for a second and stares at you, his expression sweet, full of tenderness.

"You're so beautiful" he sighs and those three words make your heart beat like crazy.

"Right back atcha handsome" his cheeks turn pink and he hides his face in your hair, it's so cute and the morning only gets sweeter as you stay in bed kissing and cuddling.

It's a beautiful morning, you and Eddie in your own little bubble. You should have known it wouldn't last...

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"Eddie, the pasta will get cold" you giggle as he kisses you, one hand caressing your face while the other sneakily grabs your ass.

"Wanna keep kissing you princess" he pouts and you giggle leaving closer to him as your lips capture his and he sighs in contentment.

Unfortunately, as you are getting a little hot and heavy there's a knock at the door.

"Bet that is Dustin, you know he loves your pasta dinners" you grin at Eddie and rush to open the door.

It's not Dustin, no who it is makes your heart sink.

Jessie is standing outside and smiles at Eddie when she sees him, she rushes over and hugs him and he stands shockas at she kisses his cheek and apologises.

"I'm so sorry honey, what I said was out of line, I never should have left. You're my Eddie bear and I've missed you". The sight of her hugging him makes you go cold, she's back and you know Eddie must be thrilled, angry yes but thrilled she came back to him.

She turns to you.

"Oh it's you" she huffs and Eddie goes to respond but you get there first.

"I should go. Leave you two to talk" Eddie shakes his head.

"Wait, sweetheart, you don't have to go" The option is to stay and witness their reunion which will inevitably turn loved up and you don't think your heart can handle it.

"You both need to talk" you repeat and grab your jacket, hiding your tears until your out the door.

Jessie is back and Eddie will be so happy, the tears fall down quickly and you wipe them away, hurrying to your car and heading home.

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The next night Robin takes you to The Hideout and you're trying your very best to not fall apart, she knows all about Eddie and has spent the last ten minutes glaring at him.

Unbeknownst to you he's spent the last twenty sneaking glances at you and longing looks but Robin is too irate to notice that.

"It's fine Robin, I knew it was a no strings attached gig" she huffs.

"You're heartbroken so it wasn't that for you was it? You get tossed aside because the bitch is back" at this point Eddie walks up to you and Robin looks set to cuss him out so you manoeuvre Eddie away from her wrath.

"Hey," he runs his hand through his hair.

"I didn't expect her to come back," he tells you honestly and you know that's true but it's always been an eventuality that you knew could happen, that you dreaded.

"I bet you're happy though, deep down. Sure she apologised and stuff" he sighs.

"She did, wanted to pick things up where they left off. I... I slept on the couch and have had barely any sleep, just a lot of shit rattling in my mind"

Eddie looks pained at that moment, reaching out to you but looking so unsure of what to say so you decide to just cut to the chase.

"Look, It's okay, I always knew she would come back Eddie, this was just fun right?" you try to portray that you're aloof and that your heart isn't breaking but the emotions threaten to spill over.

"Right..." Eddie murmurs and you smile, it feels so fake and you wonder if he can see right through it but Jessie is soon beside Eddie and it hurts your already sore heart.

"Eddie, your friend is here again" she sounds so unenthused and you would love nothing more than to tell her a few home truths but you can't get the words out.

"I'll see you around Munson" You smile weakly and he swallows, big brown eyes gazing at you, full of many emotions, something you can't place.

"See you around? Maybe tomorrow we could... You cut him off as Jessie glares at him, hanging off his arm like a limpet.

"I'll probably be busy for a little while, work is hectic so maybe in a couple of weeks or something?"

"Weeks" he mumbles and you think you hear pain in his voice but dismiss it. You were just a fuck buddy nothing more, you were just getting your hopes up for nothing.

"Goodbye Eddie," you tell him and gently kiss his cheek. You feel his eyes on you as you go and resist every urge to look back at him.

Once you're gone Eddie feels a hollowness in his chest, like someone carved out his heart and stomped on it.

Jessie is fluttering around him and he stares at her feeling fury build inside of him.

"Why are you here?" she stops talking at that moment and looks at him stunned.

"Excuse me?" she demands.

"Why are you here? You swan back into my life like you didn't decide the grass was greener on fucking Josh Harris's side, like you didn't call me a loser and shit. Make me feel like nothing"

She looks lost for words, mouthing wordlessly.

"It was a mistake" he snorts.

"After two months you realise it was a mistake? What shit didn't work out with Josh so Eddie is a good ol back up huh?" her guilty expression gives it away.

"Unbelievable. I'm right aren't I?" she bites her lip.

"Come on Eddie. I apologised, I still love you" he shakes his head, no she loves that he was smitten for her, that she thought he would be easily manipulated.

"No, you don't, I loved you once yeah but it doesn't compare even a fraction to what I feel for... His eyes widen and her expression turns thunderous.

"For who? Yn? Are you fucking kidding me?" her anger makes him even more annoyed.

"You have no right to be pissed. You left and she was amazing, fucking amazing, at first it was just casual, just sex between us but I spent more time with her and yeah I fell in love with her, I love her" It's the first time he's said it out loud and it feels so good to let out.

"I love her," he says again and smiles then immediately face palms. Shit! He loved you bit he had no idea how you felt, you said it was just casual but he knows you so well, you were hiding your emotions.

Because you thought he still loved Jessie, he groans and turns to Jessie, her hand is on her hips and she looks pissed.

"I love her. You left and let's face it, we were never a good match anyway were we? We're done, Jessie, for good. Go find some other poor dickhead to make your bitch instead yeah?" he leaves her standing there and is determined to see you.

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The urge to find Jessie and cuss her out for hurting Eddie is strong, however you tamper that down with some ice cream and a cocktail.

Eddie was a big boy, if he wanted to give Jessie another chance then it was up to him, even though it was killing you inside you would just have to deal with it.

Move on... the despair threatens to overwhelm you again so you decide to watch a movie, not a rom com, something spooky and scary, it occurs to you tonight would be movie night for you and Eddie and it sours your mood again.

Robin insisted you tell him how you feel but you didn't see what good that would do. It would just make Eddie more confused than he already was.

Lightning flashes in the sky, thunder rumbles as rain pelts down on the windows outside, and the storm threatening to hit Hawkins had finally begun.

Listening to the rain was calming to you, in fact, you had almost nodded off when the lights began to flicker erratically before going out completely.

You sure hoped you could find some candles stat, just as you were in the process of lighting a bunch of them your doorbell rings.

Probably Robin.

"Robin? Did you forget your keys again?" you open the door and Eddie is standing soaked to the bone, holding a now extinguished candle.

"Uh, the storm is crazy huh?" you pull him inside, filled with worry.

"You'll catch your death out there Eddie. Could have waited until morning to come you know?" he shakes his head.

"This couldn't wait. I had to see you" he shrugs of his jacket and places the candle on the table.

"Where's Jessie?" you ask even know you're not sure if you even want to know.

He shrugs. ''Don't know, don't care princess" his attitude makes you do a double take.

"I don't understand. This is what you wanted for her to come back? You love her?" his attitude was confusing you, why wasn't he happy.

"I did want her to come back. For a little while it's all I wanted. Then it faded and she came back, you think I would be happy but I'm not because it's been a day and I've barely seen you and I'm going crazy"

He strokes your cheek and you lean into him, hope filling your chest.

"All the time with Jessie and I've never felt a fraction for her or any woman the way I feel about you"

His eyes are shining brightly, full of...love.

"Eddie?" he kisses your forehead and you can feel your heart race.

"I don't want Jessie, haven't for a long time. I've fallen in love with you, head over heels in love with you princess"

His lips meet yours, he kisses you deeply, thumb stroking your cheek. "I love you" he repeats and you can't help the tears that fall down your cheeks, happy tears.

"Oh, I love you too Eddie. I've been wanting to say for a while but then Jessie came back and I thought I'd lost my chance" he kisses you again.

"I should have told you sooner sweetheart. Every day waking up to you in my arms is something I love more than anything, I love you"

His forehead rests against yours and he holds you close.

"Kinda spooky outside huh princess? Might need extra cuddles tonight?" you giggle and wrap your arms around him.

You know full well he loves storms and have caught him outside without a care in the world.

"Mmm, I love you, Eddie" he takes your hand leading you to your room where you make love all night long.

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Jessie was long gone within a few days, she announced she was too good for Hawkins and went off with Josh yet again.

Not that you and Eddie noticed, it was Robin and Nancy who told you the whole story, you had kinda been busy lavishing in the love bubble you and Eddie were in.

You didn't expect to fall in love with Eddie or any of this to happen but you're so happy that it did.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

[baduzzxy]

Inspired by @ladygoth’s prompt abt uno reversing our top 1 toxic man in the world.

• sewing trackers the size of the end of your pinky is meticulous. Opening the inner flaps of some of Simon’s shirts and few pants, carefully placing the tracker in and making sure no bumps can be felt or seen.

• No information? no problem. Threatening to skin the government official’s family infront of him may be serious work, but nothing matters when you finally got a hold of Ghost’s carefully hidden government files. Seriously laughable how typical Simon is. Shitty childhood, dead family, and is now a military man. How many novels have you read with the same plot?

• What do you mean? Someone saw him with that little civillian girl? well that’s fine, he wanna talk to other girls so bad? let’s spice it up a bit then, sign him up for gay porn websites for fun. Maybe even make a few profiles for him on dating apps and create multiple relationships on it.

• You chuckle with your mouth covered as you see him get bombarded with angry men and women, accusing him of being a cheater when he hasn’t even met these people in his entire life! Smiling a bit in victory as it spreads across base. Didn’t knew the lieutenant was a bit of a community dick it seems.

• Sweet girl, such a small one, actually. That new private who just got transferred in base, hands clasped on her back as she nervously confessed her silly lil love for Simon. Well! not surprising. But what’s surprising was the way he awkwardly rejects her, instead of being cold and mean about it. Huh..

• Doing all that while at the same time, being his safe space. Offering him an hour or two of peace and quiet in your medical office, his favorite brand of tea, and some cookies sat infront of him on your little coffee table, the comforting warmth and silence surrounding him, his walls down as he slowly opens up to you, little by little, and of the things that’s happening to him lately.

You store everything in your mind, making sure it’s all yours, just like he is.

but he doesn’t need to know that, yet.

#evil bitches RISE #i- i- i- be popping bottles #cod x you #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[h00nerz]

bodybag!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: kang taehyun x gn!reader (slight park sunghoon x gn!reader)

genre: angst, fluff, college au, sort of academic rivals to lovers, tsundere!taehyun, jealous!taehyun

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none afaik, just taehyun being possessive

prompt(s): #33 — “i can’t pretend anymore.”, #34 — “you’re all i can think about”, #35 — “i am so very in love with you”, #36 — “it’s you. it’s always been you.” & #37 — “i cannot stand you, and yet, i cannot fathom being away from you.”

requested: “okok i wanna send in a request bcs this kind of drabble has been living in my brain and idk if anyone wrote smth like it before but anyway!! lines 33 through 37 would lowk be so good for a jealoustsundre!taehyun where he acts like he fr despises you, but he like overhears u talking abt going on a lil date he gets so upset and mad 🤭🤭 i lowk got this idea from that one video i dont remember where but taehyun held a drink and was talking to the camera and said like " got this for you but that doesnt mean i like you or anything" HES SO 🙏🙏” — anon

authors note: omg heyyy my first time writing for tyun i am so excited!! enemies 2 lovers again bc… yeah. anyways enjoy~~

SO FAR, YOUR JUNIOR YEAR OF UNIVERSITY was proving to be the worst year of your life. You were finally starting to take classes more specific to your major, which meant things were starting to become a lot more serious. You didn’t have time to work anymore, and even though you had spent the whole summer leading up to the start of the semester working two jobs to have enough money for tuition, you were still barely managing to scrape by. 

Worst of all, though, was Kang Taehyun. 

Kang Taehyun was the bane of your existence. You had first met as freshmen at your university, in the same philosophy course, and you had immediately despised him--or rather, he despised you, and your hatred was just reactionary. It didn’t really matter, though, all that mattered was that he was a menace that made your life ten times harder than it needed to be. 

After that semester, you thought you’d never have to see him again. But, of course, fate had different plans for you. It turned out, Taehyun was pursuing the same major as you, which put you in multiple of the same classes by the time your junior year rolled around. By that point, it had been nearly two years since your last encounter, so you’d hoped he’d grown just a little bit since then. But, of course, he hadn’t.

Kang Taehyun had a vendetta against you that he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. 

Your last class of the day had finally let out, which meant it was time for you to head to the library. The night before, you had stayed up late pulling an all-nighter, and you really were not looking forward to another afternoon filled with studying, but if you wanted to make this deadline, you had no choice. 

With a sigh, you stood up from your seat, and were overcome with dread when you recognized a head of pink hair approaching you. “Not today, Taehyun. I am not in the mood.” You grumbled as you stuffed your laptop into your backpack, purposefully making sure not to even glance in his direction. 

“Yeah, obviously. You have a late night or something? It looked like you could barely stay awake the whole lecture.” He laughed at you, and now you finally looked over at him with narrowed eyes. “Jesus! You look like you just stepped off the set of The Walking Dead!” He exclaimed. 

Horror overcame you, as you realized just how bad your dark circles probably looked. “Shut up! I don’t look that bad!” You snapped at him, zipping your backpack shut so aggressively the zipper nearly broke off. “Even if I did, though, this is the face of someone who’s about to get an A on our midterm paper. So, ha.” 

Taehyun rolled his eyes, trailing after you as you exited the lecture hall. “Please. When I got Kai to review my paper, he said it, and I quote, ‘brought tears to his eyes’. It was that good. And I don’t look half as shitty as you do.” 

He was right. He didn’t look shitty at all. In fact, that was the most infuriating thing about Kang Taehyun. Even though he had shown time and time again that he had an ugly personality, his physical appearance was the opposite. Everything about Taehyun was perfect. His recently dyed hair, that was so fluffy atop his head it was reminiscent of cotton candy. His dark brown eyes that were simultaneously adorable as well as mysterious and inviting. You knew he worked out, he talked about it all the time, and it really showed. You hated him for being such a repulsive human inside of such an attractive body that must have been crafted by the gods themselves. 

“Probably because staring at his laptop screen and trying to decipher whatever bullshit you were spewing dried out his eyes.” You suggested. As you walked, you felt a yawn bubbling in the back of your throat, and as hard as you tried to suppress it, you were unsuccessful. 

“How late did you stay up last night? Really?” Taehyun asked, raising an eyebrow at you. For a brief second, you thought you saw a flash of something different, a flash of something human in his pretty brown eyes… But, you shook your head, positive that you had been imagining it, and sure enough, it disappeared.

“That’s none of your business.” You were quick to snap, quickening your pace in hopes of getting away from him. Instead, though, you ran straight into someone else, and knocked a couple of textbooks they were carrying onto the ground. 

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” You immediately started apologizing, bending your knees so you could start to pick up the books. When you glanced forward, you felt your cheeks redden as you realized you had bumped into the Park Sunghoon, and the Park Sunghoon was looking at you with wide eyes. 

Park Sunghoon was, like, the star of your campus. He was the captain of the school’s extremely famous ice hockey team, which made him basically a celebrity on your campus. That combined with the fact that he had a face only someone blessed by Aphrodite herself could wield. So, for that perfect face to be just inches from your own right now has your stomach doing somersaults. 

“Oh. Hi, Y/N.” Sunghoon greeted you, and as the two of you finally stood, you blinked at him. 

“You—how—my name?” You stuttered out, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. 

He furrowed his eyebrows together. “We had a class together last year, remember? You always sat in the row in front of me.” 

You slowly nodded. “Oh. Yeah. I’m surprised you remember that.” 

“How could I forget? You know, I always thought you were really pretty, Y/N.” He smiled at you, revealing his fang-like teeth, and you swore your heart stopped. 

There was loud coughing behind you, and when you glanced over your shoulder you were surprised to see Taehyun was still standing there. He was watching your interaction with Sunghoon with narrowed eyes, like he was contemplating murdering the ice hockey captain. You wondered if they had some kind of rivalry with one another, or maybe he was just irritated by him for the same reason he was irritated by you: just because.

You jerked your head to the side, trying to gesture for him to get out of there, but he stood in his place and looked as though he had no intentions of leaving. 

Deciding to ignore him, you looked back to Sunghoon, and flashed him a shy smile. “Really? You do?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He nodded. “Yeah, really. Um, I’ve gotta go, but if you wanna get coffee sometime…” His voice trailed off, as he pulled a marker out of his backpack. You thought your heart was going to literally beat out of your chest when he uncapped the marker and started writing on your wrist. “There’s my number.” He grinned at you, and you watched in awe as he backed up and walked away. 

Once he was out of earshot, you turned around to face Taehyun, a big smirk befalling your lips. “I guess Park Sunghoon is into The Walking Dead!” You announced triumphantly, like you had just beat him in a game of sorts. 

He didn’t react, though, still wearing the same, ticked off expression from earlier. 

“What? What’s your problem?” You furrowed your eyebrows, and suddenly he snatched up the same wrist Sunghoon had just written on. “Hey! What the hell?”

“I need to talk to you.” He said in a low voice. 

“Then let go of me and let’s talk!” You hissed, trying to break free of his grip, but he wouldn’t let go.

He shook his head. “Not here. Follow me.” Unfortunately, he didn’t give you much of a choice, as he started dragging you through the great big hallway of bustling students. Eventually, he found an empty classroom and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind the both of you.

Finally, he let go of you, and you immediately stepped away from him, reaching up to rub your sore wrist. “What the hell was that, Taehyun?!” You demanded, practically spitting in his face. 

“I told you. I need to talk to you.” He repeated himself.

You rolled your eyes. “So then talk! I have places to be, I don’t have time for this!”

“Oh, like coffee with Park Sunghoon?” He spat, his voice laced with venom. 

“Maybe! Doesn’t matter, because who I hang out with is none of your business!” You jabbed a finger, and he once again caught hold of your wrist, holding you in place. 

“Listen to me, Y/N. I’m only going to say this once.” He warned you, and although you wanted so badly to fight him and get out of that stupid classroom, you were also desperate to hear what he had to say. He let out what sounded like a sigh of defeat, and he hung his head loose in front of you. He mumbled something unintelligible, and you raised an eyebrow. 

“What did you say?”

“I said I can’t pretend anymore!” He exclaimed, and the sudden outburst caught you off guard as you took a step back. 

“What do you mean…?” You asked quietly, but there was a small part of you who knew the answer to your own question already. 

He let go of your wrist, reaching up to run a hand through his strawberry colored hair. “You know, Y/N… I can’t stand you. And yet…”

“Yet…?”

“I can’t… I can’t fathom being away from you.” His pretty brown eyes finally gazed up to meet your own, and you realized his face had become almost as pink as his hair. Your own cheeks started to heat up at the sudden confession. “Ever since our first class together, you’re all I can think about. Y/N…”

He took a step closer, and you didn’t know why you didn’t back away. Instead you stood still, allowing him to gently take your hands into his own. “As much as it pains me to admit it… I am so very in love with you.” 

You blinked at him. “Y-You are?” You whispered, and he nodded. Kang Taehyun, the pretty boy who had been tormenting you in your classes, who you swore you hated, was in love with you?! It sounded made up. And yet… It made a lot of things start to make sense. 

“Which is why you can’t go out with some idiot like Park Sunghoon.” He pressed.

You frowned. “He’s not an idiot!” You snapped at him, finally gaining the sense to pull your hands from his. “And--And you can’t just spring this confession onto me! You’re probably just trying to distract me because midterms are happening, and--and you want to be the top of the class!”

He rolled his eyes. “No, Y/N, I don’t--”

“Yeah! And you’re just going to--to pretend you love me, and then get me to realize my own feelings, and then right when I start to fall for you, you’ll rip my heart out of my chest, and--” 

Before you could finish your ramblings, Taehyun was cupping your face and connecting his lips to your own. You let out a soft gasp in surprise, frozen for a moment, because Kang freaking Taehyun was kissing you. This was absolutely not what was supposed to happen! But… Something about it felt so right. It was like your body had a mind of its own as you relaxed under his touch, kissing him back with as much passion as he had offered you. 

He pushed you forward until you stumbled back onto one of the desks set up in the classroom, and you gasped again when his hands slid under your thighs to lift you up onto it. Your fingers laced themselves in his pink hair, which was surprisingly soft for having been recently dyed. He was kissing you hungrily, like you were his first meal in days, and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

He was kissing you like he was in love with you. 

After what felt like an eternity, he was forced to pull away from the kiss to catch his breath, and you found yourself chasing after his lips. He smiled down at you, and you felt his fingers brush against your cheek as he gently tucked a loose strand of your hair away. 

“I’m not lying to you, Y/N. This isn’t some cruel trick to make you fail. It’s you. It’s always been  you.” 

You smiled. “You really mean it?” He nodded. “Hmm… I’m not sure I believe you… I think I’m going to give Sunghoon a call…” You lifted your wrist to look at the numbers, unsurprised to see the ink had smeared after Taehyun dragged you into the room.

The color drained from his face. “What? Are you serious? I confess my love, and--and you’re going to call Sunghoon?!” He stared at you in disbelief. 

You tried your best to keep a poker face, but were unable to fight back the laughter for very long. “I’m joking, idiot! Holy shit, you should have seen your face!” You began to cackle loudly, but Taehyun was quick to shut you up with another kiss. 

Maybe the rest of the year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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[delicrieux]

—𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, ch.3: sweet dreams, chicago

pairing—carmy berzatto x f!reader   genre—drama, romance, age gap, boss/employee relationship warnings for this chapter—anxiety, (+18) masturbation, mb one (1) allusion to a blowjob, swearing, excessive use of cigarettes  word count—3.6k

detailed instructions on how to fuck up your life in 30 seconds

author’s note: tremendously down bad, lonely, and socially inept? not talking abt u LOSER im talking abt carmen. my lil meow meow 

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important! some of the dialogue scenes are written as a script & dialogues that overlap are marked in [] <3  

tell them

not white, gray – the exact color of cigarette ash, the red ember a reflected streak of sunlight; these walls box him in, and it’s always a surprise that space can feel so vast and so confining all at once. the plastic chair he sits on is unforgiving on his back. his foot sounds a pattern on the tiled floor to impair the silence.

he’s aware of it, of everything: his pursed lips, trembling lashes, quick blinks, slight sniffle, flitting irises, the light coat of sweat forming by his hairline. the taunt flex of his muscles; twitch of fingers that have nothing to grasp onto but each other. the tapping. pulsing in his jaw and temple. the tapping.

tell them

he tries to stare ahead, keep straight – it’s not expected of him, but he wishes he could do it. wishes he could face the silhouette sat across, too close and too far.

“well?” she prompts – a prim woman with a kind face sunken from all the miseries she had collected over the years, “how are you, carmen?”

a sharp exhale through the nose, like a humorless snort; corner of his lips pinching into a grimace that could resemble a smile, if one was generous enough, “how am i?” he repeats, “how am i?”

tell them

tell them

tell them your

“chef?”

storage closet. he keeps his hand firmly on the handle and breathes, jaw tense, head bent, illuminated in the shitty buzzing lights. the containers are organized – did it himself. methodically set cans with no spaces between them, all in neat rows. one’s a bit too close to the edge, sticking out. someone had moved it. he rubs his chin before pushing it back.

his hand falls from the handle and settles on his hip as he sighs, looks up, feels a rush of air tinted with spices and the overwhelming noise of the kitchen pierce the coveted silence of his hiding place when the door cracks open. she pokes her head in and he doesn’t look, can’t look, can’t sleep, can’t–

“you good?”

kindness is always startling, even when it’s the standard. her words hold no weight of deep inquiry, only a shallow question mark. it’s enough. he lives on scraps. “yeah, uh, thanks,” his tips his chin in her direction and his eyes flit over the crown of her head. can’t look for long;  he’ll search for thank you and love you despite knowing they’re covered.

“i was just, uh, was just, needed to check,” he vaguely motions behind himself, and the knot in his throat tightens slightly, “something, s-so…” maybe she decides to take him out of his misery. maybe he’s the only one that notices he’s drowning.

“family’s up.” she informs him, offers a small smile that he thinks is pity. can’t be sure.

“yeah, yeah, o-okay, i’ll, uh, i’ll, i’ll join you in a,” the hasty spill of his words slows, quiets. he inhales, brows crinkled and eyes focused on the new streaks on the floor he’ll have to clean, “i’ll join you in a minute.”

“i’ll save you a seat.” not a proposition mentioned aimlessly and left to rot in his subconscious, but a statement. and she’ll always save a seat for him, because he’ll always be late, and in the rare occasions that he won’t, he’ll be too early. she’ll save him a seat by the table and pat the couch next to herself when the staff’ll huddle to watch a Bulls game; she’ll save a slot for him on her free day to come into his office and help sort through papers; she’ll save her hand from others so that he could hold it and she’ll save a pair lace panties the color of her eyes that’ll tear through the flower pattern because he’ll be too rough and because he’ll like the way they look on her.

she’ll save a cup that’ll shatter during one of their arguments, glue it back together. the cracks will show, and it’ll be blotched, but he’ll still use it, even if the edge’ll be chipped and he’ll cut his lip and she’ll be long gone by then.

he’s mostly himself when he joins everyone, if he even knows what that entails. tina’s explaining form to marcus, and sydney’s on her phone, and richie and neil are discussing something with too many theatrics, and the rest of the staff shares idle conversation punctuated by comfortable silence. there’s an empty spot for him, food set in a plastic container and cutlery placed trimly – must’ve been her. too even, she’s borderline about these things. he appreciates them, because he’s like that, too.

a smile eases the tension from his shoulders, if a bit. he pulls the chair back, takes a seat, and her head ticks to the side to acknowledge him. no big speech, no welcome back or you good again, just a slight curiosity that makes her teeth pull on her lip. he dares a glance that doesn’t linger.

"verdict?” he asks the table, feeling the familiar flutter of anxiety squeeze his throat.

sydney: ‘s good. real good richie: too fucking fancy [god] this the type of shit they serve up in yee-whole-fucking-new-of-the-fucking-york? her: wouldn’t expect you to recognize shit from food [fuck you] since your mouth is always full of it richie: oh ha ha [cousin] look at us folks [cousin] we got a fucking comedian with us tina: shut it [so/rry] both of you. not by the table richie: not by the fucking table, kid [fuck you] marcus: i like it

it’s kinda funny, it’s kinda familiar, it’s kinda comforting. he glances at her again, sees her holding up her knife like a sword aimed at richie on the other side of the table. they mimic one another – in movement, in tone, in smiles that are careful not to display too much. friends. carmen watched this happen in his peripherals, sometimes through the haze of cigarette smoke. observed the pointed jabs and nudges that were harder each time as if they were competing who could knock the other off of their feet first. stupid, amusing, the nascence of a friendship.

whatever. it’s not that, it’s just, just that carmen’s the way he is and someone could roll their eyes at him and kill and sydney, well, he got along with sydney instantly – she came at a confusing fucking time, a breath of fresh air, and really, for a while, he only had her to help him navigate the clusterfuck of a dynamic of his brother’s staff. she was new, he was new, and it was natural they stuck together to survive the nuclear winter of a chicagoan kitchen. till he was approved as one of them, and she was, too, but, and it’s nothing, it’s dumb, fucking idiotic, it’s like he’s six again all of a sudden and no one wants to play ball with him in the fucking playground.

he’s not even left out, and he still feels like he’s somehow forbidden to join, even if he doesn’t want to, even if he doesn’t know what to say. as if he’d break some sacred law and inspire a drastic butterfly affect that would ripple into something abhorrent. the other shoe. there’s no first one and he’s already waiting for the drop.

“cousin,” richie calls, “cousin, she’s trying to fucking murk me. pretty sure that violates some sorta fine print.”

“better sleep with one eye open in that case.” carmy mumbles, a faint smile pulling on the corner of his lips as he watches the exchange briefly before he returns to the food. melts in his mouth. holds a sweet, syrupy tang, and, fuck, this is noma, this has fucking noma written all over it, even the cinnamon zest blended with orange peel.

no noma on her resume; dad must’ve taught her, then. how to blend and cook all of this shit to make the chicken taste like butter. probably needed to scour the whole kitchen for leftover ingredients, open a few rusted drawers for pipettes to measure lemon drops. stay up again prepping. filming. not sleeping. don’t look.

needlessly complicated and missing some parsley. coincidentally, they ran out of it this morning.

he looks at her because she’s not looking at him and for a moment he takes in her profile – the slope of her nose and the dip leading to her cupid’s bow. “‘s good.” he says after a short pause, and as soon as she turns in his direction he’s back to his food. the taste, this time, is compounded by added discomfort, “where’d you learn this from, anyway? there are recipe?”

“my dad. sorta,” she explains, “he’s also a chef. and he used to make it for me when i came to visit, soooooo, since it was my first time cooking family ‘n all…i thought, why not? y’know? just to upset richie.”

“heard that, kid.”

he snorts, leaning back into his chair, head dipped and container held in hand. glances at her from under his lashes, and maybe direct eye contact is not as scary when he wants her to be looking back. that small smile of his is pulls on his lips again, “‘s good.” he repeats.

“you like it?” her voice can be soft, and so can her features.

“i like it,” he admits, “thank you, chef.”

she smiles and it’s like a fucking firework.

he tries not to look too hard, scared what he might find there. metronome. dull, almost, like the beating of his heart in his chest, yet it pulses through him, from the back of his head all the way to his feet. the tapping.

tell them

he rubs his faces with his hands, leans forward, as if the words are physically trying to get out. doesn’t want to say it; doesn’t want to admit that he can’t dress for the weather and that he’s wearing a gray woolen sweater which blends into these walls, that he blends in, that he’s invisible.

“i’ve, uh,” pinches the bridge of his nose, wanes the upcoming headache – too many cigarettes and not enough sleep, “i’ve been going through somethin’.”

like her pictures on a late monday night fresh out of the shower. the phone light catches damp hair falling in ringlets. the towel is still slung around his shoulders – white, clean, he’s done his laundry, it’s a fucking miracle. it was a notification that distracted him mid-way putting on a t-shirt, was like a beacon in the dark on his bedside table. bare feet padded to grasp it and here he stands, gaping like a fucking idiot with nothing but boxers on and cold water dripping down his back.

wasn’t supposed to look. made a promise, swore it in the mirror staring into clear blue eyes that held nothing. wasn’t his intention, either, it just happened. everything seems to just happen to him. she just seem to text him at 1 in the morning the recipe from a few days back, and he just seems to find her profile again because he just wants to look. no further reason. she just seems to follow him and he just seems to pretend not to notice because he’s not very good at this, he’s not really good at anything.

and there she is, confined in a little electronic device held in his hand, looking at the camera, looking at him, and he’s not really sure what to do with himself. text back, likely, but he can’t think of a response – thank you? thanks? thumbs up emoji? chef emoji? just to mix it up a bit. the mattress dips when he sits on the bed. where the fuck are his cigarettes?

never too far, and the lighter isn’t, either, so he stands, and his phone is still in his hand like the thing is fucking glued to it, and he cracks the window open to let the summer night in. chicago doesn’t sleep, and neither does she, it seems, but he doesn’t, either, and when his teeth have something to bite onto he feels like he found an anchor.

thank you and love you are objectively interesting detonators, but there are other rare gems. where she’s smiling. look taken off-guard and never by her personally, always by someone else: hugging a bottle in the midnight new york vista, nursing a to-go cappuccino by the bodega too early in the morning, holding up a plastic puka shell necklace in the backdrop of a souvenir shop somewhere in yucatan. hugging her mother wearing a tracksuit while the former’s poised in a neat blazer. they look similar. carmen looks like his mother, too.

she’s more approachable when her eyes crinkle and cheeks apple and lips stretch to reveal a crescent line in the corner. pretty. real pretty. too pretty. maybe that’s why he doesn’t know what to say. maybe she doesn’t expect him to say anything. maybe that’s why she sent the message.

‘s not fair. he knows too much about her. knows her dad’s a renowned chef and her mother’s a business exec with a penthouse in brooklyn; knows she gets her tattoos in-house, on the couch, from some low-key junkie-looking artist that always wears a beanie;  knows she worked in an upscale restaurant in wallstreet. chef whites, neat, trimmed, fitting – nothing he can offer in his fucked joint. fuck is she doing in chicago, anyway? spent last summer backpacking across europe with a distinctly new york-looking art school dropouts that wore the latest sneakers and tiffany necklaces. rich kids, rich kid, what she gets now was likely her daily allowance.

all of that just because he’s noisy. just because he’s curious. just because she’s pretty and he’s too scared to actually talk to her.

shouldn’t talk to her about anything anyway. too awkward – can hardly form a coherent sentence without ripping his hair out in the first place. he’s her boss, she’d think he’s a fucking weirdo if she knew how much he had gathered about her already. just from looking. does sydney know? does richie know? that would be fucked. oddly insulting, even. but since carmen hasn’t heard richie calling her a spoiled brat yet, he supposes it’s safe to assume this information hasn’t reached him yet.

parasocial as shit. he feels on the verge of a panic attack by the way his heart is hammering in his chest. maybe it’s the 5th cigarette. maybe it’s because he’s been sleep deprived. maybe it’s because looking at her makes him lonely and this is fucked and just put the fucking phone down, carmen.

she's really hot, though. but he can’t say so, not out loud. not right now. not here. not in front of the bed, where the mattress sags when he sits, or in the window, where the wind rattles the glass ringing of common sense.

‘thanks for the recipe’ is a good start, ‘cool tats by the way’ is definitely a line that has crossed his mind, but can’t text that, either. too personal. too easy. too close. fuck did he look at them anyway, too busy staring at her tits. fuck.

she’d think he’s a creep because somehow, in the divine comedy of his life, he’d let it slip somehow, because he’s stupid. because thank you and love you slap at him on odd hours during the day. because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

feels like he’s a teen again and a girl from school sent him her homework to copy. only the girl in a hot rich kid from nyc that works in his restaurant and is so far out of his league that she’s in a different fucking orbit.

the mattress dips again. he closes his eyes, exhales slowly, rubs his face with his free hand. can’t stop thinking. can’t stop looking. staring. wanting. get a fucking hold of yourself. doesn’t want to. too tired. too fucked. too alone.

she’s so pretty.

so smart.

so fucking pretty.

what is he doing? what the fuck is he doing?

he tries to swallow, but it feels like there's sand in his throat. can't think straight, every corner leads to her anyway in a comical gotcha moment. can't go back. can't go forward. can't do anything but sit here, stare at the phone, think the last threads of his fizzling mind will conceive a reply.

say something. say something.

she's so fucking pretty and his dick is so fucking hard.

inhales again, this time slowly. feels the first tremors of an erection ignored, the pulse in his neck, in his wrists.

his heart is pounding and he wants her to look at him, wants to look at her, wants to feel her touch him, wants to show her how much he wants her.

"fucking christ," he can hear the breathless crack in his voice. feel it, taste it.

his face burns and his hair falls over his forehead, already drying. there's sweat on his brow and a lump in his throat from the steady rise of panic, anticipation, desperation, whateverthefuck. the blood in his veins pounds through his chest – he can feel the vibration in his bones, and god, god god god, he’s so fucking horny.

can't move. can't breathe. can't think. can't stand being alone. can't stand the silence. can't stand not doing anything and can’t stand being like this because he’s not supposed to. not allowed, breach of contract, jesus, who does this shit in their spare time? a lot of people, probably, but carmen wouldn’t know.

"fuck."

he wants to close his eyes because she’s so cold on the screen but so warm in his mind. can’t do that. can't stop palming dick over his boxers, either – wants to pull them down, but that would mean looking at himself, so he stares at her picture instead.

he feels like a teenager again, vaguely wants to throw up. can't believe how hard he is. he's not supposed to be like this. this isn't going to end well.

he knows he's gonna fuck this up because he's already fucking it up. can't stop staring at her. can't stop touching himself. can't stop thinking about what she'd do if she knew he was sitting here ready to jerk off to her.

she'd probably freak the fuck out, and she'd have every right to. that doesn't stop that wandering hand of his from dipping below the elastic band anyway.

his breath scratches at his throat, stuck there as he feels his hand brush something warm. glances down, sees his middle finger pressing against the swollen tip. looks back at the phone, sees her smile, the hint of her teeth; his cock twitches at the sight of her like some deranged pavlovian response. his fingers curl around his shaft and go down in a nice, long stroke.

"fuck me," he hisses. eyes squeeze shut and hips push forward and head rolls back to release a small groan.

it's a slow slide of a rough palm, with just enough pressure to cause shivers. he thinks of her lips wrapped around his him. the way her tongue would tease him. the way her hair would tickle his thighs.

"so pretty," he breathes, but the words are lost in the rhythm of his hand, "fuck, sorry."

fingers and palm slide over the sensitive head, each pass adding more pressure until his hips buck and it feels like someone punched him in the gut and he sucks in a breath, the sound coming out more like a moan; squeeze, tighter this time, and he groans louder, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. teeth clamp down on his lower lip and all the oxygen in his lungs leaves with that.

the hand with the hand pierced by a kitchen knife pumps faster, coating the creases and veins in warm, sticky pre-cum leaking from the tip and leaving a stain on his boxers. he's breathing heavily, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that matches the throbbing of his cock.

he's so close already. so close he feels like he might actually lose his mind if he doesn't come soon.

"hm, fuck," he breathes out, eyes squeezing shut and fist tightening around the shaft as his hips jerk forward to meet the movement.

everything is swimming and spinning in the liquid dark around him, all the sensations coiled up into one chaotic bundle that's threatening to overwhelm him.

"yes," can't be his voice, can it? too raw, too desperate, too loud.

fist tightens even more and the throbbing is too much. feels like something is trying to get out of his body, like it's going to burst through his skin.

"oh fuck. oh fuck, oh fuck—"

everything is happening at once. everything is mounting to a small cry of her name.

he comes. coughs and huffs, head tipping back and hand still pumping. there's a low groan coming from his chest that sounds like it originated from some other person entirely.

then, it stills. his back hits the bed and he tries to gulp down air that stutters down his throat, the phone bouncing on the mattress beside him. the motions ripple in his spine, in tensed muscles that’ve gone lax. calm. outside the window, a siren howls first, then a dog.

he’s spent. feels good. cold air bites skin coated in sweat, like ice melting in the bed of a warm palm. “fuck.”

but the reality of the situation rips through the haze just as quick, and ignited by a sudden fucking unbearable anger, he grabs his phone and throws it across the room, “FUCK.”

ch.4: normal people

tags <3 @rexorangecouny - @astridyoo15 - @elliesbabygirl - @fortisfilia - @diorrfairy - @frequentnosebleeder - @eddiemunsonreader 

more notes: sum fun lil gemmie gems for my narrative lovin girlies in chat  1. timeline is worky asf, things flowing in an out perception - imagine it like moving frames of the show 2. carmy says “’s good” whilst he admires her silently - is he referring to her or the food? 3. who text their boss at 1am? rich kid explain 4. the swearing increases the more he’s distressed 5. major virgin alert, can u tell? 6. this is the only chapter so far where ive used caps lock

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #imagine #imagines #reader #xreader #we need the extended version directors cut live commentary with bloopers for the second half of this fic

[hey-august]

Working on the big top for years, working with buggy for so long you trust each other more than anyone, being each other’s confidant and best friend but NEVER crossing the line to anything else because! That’s still your boss! And your friend!

You could neverrrrrr imagine anything happening between the two of you especially not late at night, cleaning up after a show after the crew has gone to bed, sitting down to take a break and putting ur head in his lap, looking up at the stars and catching buggy staring at you? Oh my god that’s crazy nooooo you absolutely would neverrrrrr reach up and pull him down to kiss you omg

Ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh. I LOVE this anon. I love this and things got out of hand. It deviates sliiiightly from what you wrote because I kept forgetting about the stars. I hope it's still enjoyable!!

WC: 908 Warnings: SFW, buggy x GN!reader, lil bit of longing, mention of drinking, barely proofread

It’s purely platonic. A friendly connection. Captain and crewmate. Drinking buddies. Shoulders to cry on. Secret keepers. Partners in crime. Friends, and nothing more.

Becoming close happened so naturally that no one questioned it. Life carried on, as it does, and eventually you and Buggy were joined at the hip. While you worked on the crew and he was the captain, the dynamic didn’t carry into the friendship. 

No one worried that you were an informant for their boss. You knew when to keep your mouth shut, when to pass along “rumors,” and you still joined in on the shit talk. It was all part of the bonding and you were thankful that your connection to the captain didn’t ruin it. If anything, it boosted morale. Your closeness with the captain made them feel closer to him as well. If you could survive slapping him on the back with laughter, so could they. 

The other tokens of friendly affection, however, they left to you. Grabbing Buggy by the arm and dragging him to see something. Teasing him whenever he got irrationally ticked off. Shoving him playfully after a prank. Pushing the hair from his face when his hands are busy. Offering calming words and a quiet walk when his emotions were too extreme.

Buggy reciprocated in kind. Only letting you polish off his personal flask. Fixing your clothes when you misaligned the buttons or left a tag out. Swapping plates and drinks mid-meal. Calling you out on your shit when you were being rude or pissy. Offering you his room as a quiet place to calm down when you needed a minute.

You two were buds. Peas in a pod. Birds of a feather. And nothing more. That’s just how it was. How it was supposed to stay. It was luck that the friendship worked out well and didn’t jeopardize the crew. You couldn’t risk throwing that off-balance.

No matter how much your heart ached when you shared drinks that touched both of your lips. No matter how much you liked when he squeezed you with one arm while laughing raucously at a shitty joke you told. No matter how long you wanted to stay in his room, hoping that he would come in to join you. No matter how many times you held his hand in the dark, while you both walked the deck among the stars.

You were friends.

You used to be friends until that one night. Another successful raid, another successful show, another successful party. The crew worked hard and they were exhausted. Knowing you could convince the captain to finish cleaning in the morning if you two were alone, you helped the rest of the crew sneak away slowly.

“Looks like it’s just us again, Bugs.” The captain hadn’t noticed the dwindling numbers and needed you to point it out.

“What? What?! Where did those freaks go?” Buggy spun around, as if he expected you to be lying. Maybe his crew was hiding among the seats, waiting to pop out.

“It’s been a long day, captain. We’ve done a lot…why don’t we sit down for a moment.” 

That was the first step. Get Buggy to relax. Once his guard was down, it would be easier to convince him to call it a night.

Instead of listening, the pirate continued to grumble. Slipped in between complaints about abandonment were short praises and compliments about how well his crew performed and what a great captain they had to bring them such glory. Rather than interrupting his monologue, you sat on the wood ground to listen and wait for him to follow your lead.

Buggy’s mouth ran on as he joined you on the floor cross-legged and patted his lap. You reclined and rested your head on his leg, settling in to be a good friend.

It was no secret that Buggy talked a lot. You were a good listener. You had to be, as his best friend. Sometimes he just wanted to talk. He didn’t need to be heard, but you always paid attention. The pirate’s voice was soothing. Whether it was shrill when he was shrieking, grating because he was shouting, low because he was angry, or bubbly with excitement, you wanted to drift away in the sound. Closing your eyes, you let yourself fall deeper.

As he carried through topic after topic, his voice grew softer. Calmer. You could easily imagine Buggy’s expressive yet content face. While it was imprinted in memory, the real vision was one that always took your breath away. Opening your eyes to get your fill, you were faced with the gentle expression aimed towards you. 

With air stuck in your chest, your mouth was empty. Lonely.

Reaching up, you put a hand on the back of Buggy’s head and pulled your friend closer. And closer. And closer. Until your lips touched. Until you could breathe again, filling yourself with him. His mouth was soft. Warm. Inviting. Your tongue accepted the invitation and joined his for a dance that started cautiously before turning into something fervent and confident. 

You held him close until your breath stopped again, stilled by emotions that grew too big and too fast to keep contained. Loosening your hold on his head, Buggy took the cue. He pulled away, also out of breath.

You two stared at each other in silence.

“It was about time,” he finally said before leaning in to kiss you again.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy

[polyklok]

How Dethklok shows their love to you

Nathan Explosion

We all know about Nathan’s tendency to hyper focus on his current interest; mans got strong feeling and he wants to let everyone know just how happy you make him. So he shows you off, every chance he gets. Especially to the paparazzi. Once he’s settled into the relationship, he’s getting all cuddly and smiley in front of the cameras, quite rare for the media to see. He calls his parents nearly every week just to brag about you, it’s so sweet.

Motherfucking Nathan Explosion. One of the biggest names in the world, certainly the biggest in music and entertainment. A man who handcrafted a revolution of lyrics and rhythm. A man the world worships and the population craves. And yet, when he’s real smitten for someone, it’s awfully easy to make him shy. Just small, flirty things will get his face beet red and stuttering over his words in an instant, so incredibly enamored with everything you do. Whisper some sweet-nothings to him and he’ll become putty in your hands.

Nathan is very…specific when it comes to most aspects in life. He’s picky and stubborn and usually has his mind set for any decisions. But, you, as his S/O, own his utmost trust. So, before the final choice is made, he makes sure to get your opinion on it. Whether it’s small things or large decisions, he wants to hear what you think and will definitely take it into consideration. You have the ability to loosen him up on some settlements, much to Charles’ thanks.

Okay, the end of season 4 was an exaggeration, but Nathan does have a difficult time admitting when he’s wrong. Apologizing just really pokes at his large yet fragile ego. But, when he finally gets rid of some pride and realizes he fucked up with you, he’ll make the effort to apologize. Even if it’s not directly, you’ll get little gifts and gestures that lets you know that he really is sorry.

Pickles The Drummer

This one’s kinda silly, but here me out; Growing up, all of Pickle’s possessions were either hand-me-downs, stolen by Seth, or taken away as punishment from his parents. He didn’t get many stuff that was his. So, as an adult who could have all the material possessions he wants, he’s become a bit greedy. Until pretty lil you came up and stole his heart from him. At that point, he’s practically forcing himself to share everything with you. Food, clothes, anything. Something about seeing you with his stuff makes him feel really good inside.

Worries about you. Hoo-boy, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s got total mom brain when it comes to anxiety. Anytime you’re five minutes late or slightly more quiet than usual, he’s darting around, thinking that he somehow messed up and you hate him and now he’s gotta fix it. Please reassure him, he’s gonna give himself an asthma attack.

Pickles, uh, doesn’t have the best memory. Probably from the constant abuse of drugs and alcohol. I don’t think the dude knows anything that happened to him from age 20 to 25. But, he wants to make the effort. So, he’ll remember the little things about you, basic likes and dislikes, something you said, etc. When he acts upon it, like buying some of your favorite food, and you get all happy about it, he’s so proud of himself. He loves making you happy.

“Punch first, ask later. Or don’t ask at all.”That’s how he lives a whole lot of his life, especially in bars or parties. MF got some agitation issues. But when you get involved? Someone looks at you even slightly wrong? They’re getting their asses beat, he’ll defend the shit out of you.

In addition to that^…He’s definitely used to getting a ton of shit from his family and he just takes it. Because they don’t really like Pickles, there’s a good chance Seth and his parents will hate you and they’ll let you know it. This is when he cracks down. He yells at them for several minutes about what a wonderful person you are, what shitty people they are, and that they can talk about him all they want but not you. Definitely scares them straight.

Toki Wartooth

Oh, man does Toki love to spoil you! The way your face lights up when he manages to get you another perfect (and expensive) gift makes his heart flutter. He’s very good at it to; buying you things you didn’t even know you wanted but always cherish. He especially likes to get you custom-made stuff, something very cheesy.

He has a bit of a hyperactive mind, without something specific to focus on, he’ll constantly be bouncing around. But, despite this, he absolutely loves to listen to you in a way he can’t with other people. While he’s putting together a model or coloring or maybe practicing guitar (once in a blue moon), he likes to have you there, just ranting while he nods along. Even if he doesn’t get all the details, the sound of your voice is enough for him.

When you’re around him, he’s pretty much always going to be touching you. Sometimes it’s small things, like holding hands, knees together under a table, occasional cheek kisses. Other times, he’s practically hanging onto you like a sloth. Additionally, he absolutely loves to scoop you up at random moments and just hold you for a while. He’s strong, he can handle it.

It’s very clear that Toki is a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to love. Even if it’s unrealistic, he will often imagine a future with you, the classic getting married, having children, growing old. A nice, suburban, and perfect lifestyle. He knows that he can’t ever get rid of his rock n roll persona, but there’s a piece of him that’s completely dedicated to simply loving you for the rest of his days.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

First of all; it’s going to take a while to establish yourself as more than just some sex to Skwisgaar. He needs to know you’re not someone trying to brag that they fucked a rockstar. Once he realizes that’s you mean something to him (and vice versa), he relaxes! He gets vulnerable, gets emotional and cuddly and more romantic than you’d expect! He no longer has to keep up the persona, you see the side of him that no one else really does.

Along with this, he’s willing to be more silly than with you! He’s got an even bigger ego than Nathan and hates to look like a fool in front of all his fans. But when he’s around you, he allows himself to make some jokes, mess up a few times and laugh about it. Seeing you laugh makes the small amount of humiliation worth it to him.

Skwisgaar has practically heard it all when it comes to compliments; he’s an international sex symbol and a music mastermind, after all. There’s nothing he hasn’t been praised for. So, he thinks it’s only natural that he compliments the hell out of you just like others do to him. From wake to sleep, he’s giving you all sorts of flattery on how you look and congratulates you on every accomplishment, no matter how small. He likes to feel proud of his darling and makes sure you know it.

Despite him having a long line of past lovers behind him, Skwisgaar gets jealous very easily. Call it a toxic trait, but he’ll flirt with anyone he sees while glaring at anyone who sees you. And his glares are proven to be lethal. Just be careful, cause he can have anyone he deems ‘too touchy’ with you assassinated with the flick of a wrist.

William Murderface

William thinks he’s soo lucky to have you in the first place, he practically worships the ground you walk on. His mind is pretty much on you every moment of the day; every dream he has at night is about you. He’s obsessed with the way you look, the way you act, he’s always staring at you with a dumb, happy smile on his face. Anything you need, he’ll make it happen for you.

I personally feel that he’s a lot smarter than he seems; particularly about history, historical weaponry, and cars. So, when he gets the chance, you get your ass he’s gonna rant to you about all the random stuff that’s up in his brain. He’s an extreme pessimist by nature, but when he’s speaking about the things he truly cares about, he’s seems so enthusiastic and energized, even more so when you actively listen and ask questions.

While Murderface certainly talks a lot, he doesn’t really…express, you know? Most of his conversations are surface-level and to the point. But when he’s comfortable with you, he likes to have deep conversations about things most people think he’s too stupid to care about. Ethics, philosophy, religion. He’s no expert, but everyone has their own beliefs. He wants to share his and to hear yours. Sometimes, he gets really into it, occasionally crying. These moments are important to him and he loves to be with you during them.

Let’s admit it; William isn’t conventionally handsome in anyway. A good reason for that is because he simply doesn’t care or have the patience for proper hygiene. Still, he wants to really impress you, so he starts taking care of himself more. He gets some better products, puts a little more thought into how he dresses, even eats slightly better. It’s not a big difference, but it’s something and it’s noticeable over time.

Bonus^ If you have a skincare routine, he’s going to be right next to you, mesmerized by all the creams and serums and cleansers. Even better if you apply some to him, he gets so soft.

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #william murderface #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #dethklok x reader #polyklok #murderface x reader #Nathan explosion x reader #pickles x reader #toki x reader #Skwisgaar x reader

[theepisceswriter]

UNTITLED — TOJI FUSHIGURO

♡ Synopsis: Your shitty emotionally unavailable boyfriend who only has a dick to offer you returns

♡ A/N: This was a quick lil 1AM creative writing drabble that turned into more than it should've. I'm a sucker for deadbeat Toji so I'm always writing him sawry. Also someone help me with a title for this because I can't think of one to save my soul.

♡ W.C: 1.4k

♡ TW: F!Reader, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy style, afab body parts, it gets kinda angsty towards the end. Enjoy 18+ bookies!!

You swore you had self control. Hell, some of those closest to you would even say that you’ve helped give them a sense of self control. Years of trials and tribulations that could’ve been avoided if only you put your desires to the back of your mind is what you have to thank for the wisdom you carried.

Or that you thought you carried.

Years of self discipline were thrown away the moment the raven haired heart bandit showed up on your front door with that signature smirk on his scarred lip that let you know he was up to no good. But then again, when was he ever doing anything good? It was him and being put through the wringer of a long term relationship (if you could even call it that) at one point in your life that led to the journey of you rediscovering yourself. You were nowhere near the same woman you were when he ghosted you all those months ago and he knew that which is why he was back. And you knew that too.

Soon as you out of people's lives and start doing good is when they start to miss you, or whatever it was Nicki Minaj said.

“No, I’m not doing this again–” You began to slam the door shut, but of course you were no match for Toji’s strength. In one swift movement he was inside of your apartment with the door closed and locked behind him. To be fair, you didn’t put up much of a fight or restraint. Whether you did so intentionally or not was up for debate.

“You know you missed me.” He teased in a sing-song like voice. Slick like a fox, his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you close against his chiseled chest. So close that you could feel the erratic thumping of his heart in his chest and body heat radiating off of him. Was he nervous?

Before your lips could even part to ask him a question or chastise him for holding you in such a loving manner like he didn’t basically abandon your relationship months prior; he spoke up first.

“I missed you.” His voice is a whisper and a reply from you is stunted once more by him when you feel the soft caress of his knuckles against your cheekbones. They lit up red with each lingering touch, a delicate side to him that you weren't able to see often. A smile forming on his lips knowing he still had you under his effect

If you knew it was this easy for you to fall back into your ex-lover’s warm embrace then you wouldn’t have even moved from the couch when you first heard the doorbell ring.

But, it was too late for all that pondering because your mind was already made. If anything, your mind didn’t have the capacity to think at all at that moment; the moment now moved to the bedroom where you were situated at the edge of the bed with white knuckles from how hard you were gripping the sheets while the madman behind you delivered the most lethal backshots to your sopping cunt.

“Oh FUCK, Toji, just like that, baby!” You did your best to moan out through clenched teeth while biting down on your silk satin pillowcase. Just like clockwork, you were back to oh so fondly screaming his name like he never left. Toji was enjoying every last bit of this. You could tell by the sultry smirk that grazed his lips, threatening to be broken every second by the low growls that left his lips. He was doing his best to contain them, but that was almost impossible from how good your slick walls felt clenching around his girthy cock. And he wasn’t even all the way inside of you yet.

“You kept this pussy nice and tight for me while I’ve been away, haven’t you baby?” SMACK! His large calloused hand came gripping down on your asscheek, his fingers firmly dimpling the soft skin before landing another blow. And then another. And then another until he built up a rhythm similar to the one you had going while you fucked yourself on his cock with little help from his mercy thrusts.

“Answer me, cmon you’re a big girl I know you can use your words.” SMACK!

“Yes–OH! Fuck yes, I’ve been waiting on you. Nobody else can fuck me like you can.” You confessed in a moment of vulnerability, eyes shutting on instinct when his dick hit a new sensitive fleshy part inside of your pussy that left you shrieking into the covers. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you moved in a position where it was easier for you to throw your ass back on him while still maintaining your balance – for however long that would last. 

“Good girl.” He awarded you with a grunt, handing coming down to smack your ass one more time before he placed both of his hands behind his head. Watching intently where his cock connected to your poor stretched-out hole that was gripping on tightly to his throbbing member every time he moved his hips back. 

Through hooded eyes you looked behind you to be met with a scene porn studios wish they portray as sexy on screen; Sweat crystals glistened across Toji’s chest, his raven hair was pressed firmly against his forehead with sweat almost covering his eyes, and cockiness reeked from his body as he thrusts into you with swirling hip movements with no hands to level himself. Making sure you remembered why you crowned him as your best sex experience.

Even with both of his hands behind his head, the loss of leverage didn’t stop him from delivering lethal thrusts to your pussy. If anything it allowed him the correct angle to bottom out in you which sent you and your poor cervix into a frenzy.  The slight sharpness of pain mixed with pleasure was all too much for you after not having sex for so long. Instinctively, your hand went to his lower abdomen, slightly grazing his fuzzy happy trail, and attempted to slow his brutal pace just a bit, but he was quick to shut that down.

“Move your hand.” With the same velocity he had shown your ass cheeks minutes later, he was doing the same with your hand and made sure to pin both of your arms behind your lower back. It was something about seeing you squirm underneath him that made him forget just how crazy you were able to drive him at times.

 Your presence was intoxicating to him and it was scary. If he had the ability to be honest with himself then he would realize that there was truly nothing more he wanted in life than to have you by his side, protecting and providing for you 24/7. He would even go as far as saying he wanted commitment, but how could he when his actions didn’t match his thinking?

He wished, almost down on his knees praying one night, that he could have the emotional availability to love you how you deserved to be. And at this moment, with your bare back now pressed against his solid chest and one of his hands clad around your neck to keep you close to him, it felt as if his tender fantasy could be a reality. One could only hope. 

You had no idea of the tender thoughts swarming his mind, but they manifested physically through soft touches you wouldn’t expect from Toji like the gentle kiss he just placed upon your forehead. It was a juxtaposition to the hate you had been brewing for him in your head for the last couple of months, how could you betray yourself like this? You didn’t have time at this moment to question why you held onto this false hope of a relationship between you and Toji. You just wanted to enjoy the time you were spending with him now, even though it was far from idealistic because you had no idea when he would be in your presence again.

Maybe in that instant both of your tender thoughts aligned subconsciously; The two of you finding yourselves gazing at each other lovingly in the midst of lust and connecting your lips for a passionate kiss neither of you wanted to break away from, ever.

#Spicy. #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro fanfic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen fanfic

[lozchi]

Hello friend! Can I request Taehoon with a reader who loves to dance? (Not professionally but they’ll do it while they’re cooking or cleaning or something like that.) And one day Taehoon hears a song that reminds him of the reader and starts to do some of their moves. No pressure! I hope you have a great one!😁

DiscorDANCE

A/N: Goodness, I love the idea. My self-shipping ass actually thought of this at some point. Sorry that this took so long! I've been pretty busy in life and I only finished reading Viral Hit today. @ryusuisloveinterest  Pairing: Taehoon Seong x GN!Reader Themes: Fluff, petnames, Taehoon being a wuss

Taehoon finds it cute, really. It wasn't just that he found it cute; it was more like an electrifying sensation that coursed through his veins. Maybe it's just the way he's captivated by your movements, or perhaps it's just the way how your face lights up as you'd dance as if nobody were watching.

But honestly, the music choice could be better. Who in their right fucking mind listens to "phonk"? " It was as though someone had taken a blender to a cacophony of dissonant noises, mixed it with Snapper and Hobin’s yelling and called it music.

"Ughhhh- Make it stop."

Taehoon groans, rolling his eyes in discontentment.

"Nuh-uh. I ain't gonna."

As the pulsating bass throbs through the air, you find yourself swaying to the rhythm, your body moving confidently despite the mediocre music assaulting both of your ears. With each step, you defy the ear-bleeding tunes. Your eyes sparkle with an infectious joy as you twirl and spin, lost in a world where only your happiness matters.

The bass may be shit, but your energy soars above it, overshadowing the limitations of the melody. In your dance, there's a magic that makes Taehoon forget about the shitty song; Turning the ordinary into something extraordinary.

Fuck. You’ve got Taehoon smiling like an idiot. When he notices it, he quickly wipes it off, but it's not too late for you to catch his affectionate gaze.

”The fuck ya want?”

He scowls, only for you to return a smirk.

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Dashing around the house, frantically searching through your drawers for something to wear, you disturb a very peaceful Taehoon (a rare sight, wow) engaged in a phone call with his dad. He might have overlooked your antics if he hadn't noticed you making a beeline for the door.

“Babe, I’m off to Rumi’s for a bit. Don’t forget to give Tiger his medication!”

Peppering kisses all over his face, he lets out a resigned sigh.

”At this hour? I don’t think so. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

It's not as if Taehoon is in any position to lecture. His sleeping schedule is even more fucked up than yours. Yeah, he admits to himself that it may be hypocritical to tell you not to go out so late and possibly cause danger to yourself when he does it too. Which is why, without uttering a word, you lock eyes with him, and he relents.

”Just get back safely or call me, alright?”

And the master negotiator (without negotiating) wins again.

”Mhm, I’ll be back”

Before you leave, Taehoon kisses back (followed by a flick on the forehead, because he’s the bitchiest of all bitches). He could’ve sworn he heard Hansu chuckling through the other side of the phone. This old man can only gush about this very moment.

-

Tranquility, at last. No jarring phonk music assaulting his poor fucking ears, no impromptu silly dances disrupting the peace. But amidst this newfound calm, Taehoon finds himself missing it all. (It’s only been a minute-) Now he actually doesn’t mind the music you play. He could be calling Hobin to come over, play some video games, talk to his dad again but he’s probably too embarrassed to hear his father bring up how soft he was earlier.

”Come here, you lil’ rascal. It’s time for your meds”

He calls out to your cat, who dutifully obeys, padding over to Taehoon's side.

And it wasn’t long before Taehoon finds himself listening to your carefully curated phonk playlist on Spotify. The beats pulse through his earphones, he pictures you leaping around the room, your laughter filling the space as you lose yourself in the music's infectious energy. And suddenly, the absence of your hijinks feels like a void he hadn't realized was there.

”How does Y/N go about it again? Like this?”

Taehoon mutters to himself, attempting to mimic your dance moves.

If only your cat could talk, it would regale you with TEA of Taehoon's comical attempts to imitate your silly movements. Despite his status as a taekwondo prodigy, his body just doesn't seem to move in the same fluid way as yours. It's a sight to behold, watching him stumble and flail around the room, his efforts more resembling a worm sprinkled with salt than a seasoned dancer.

He hisses, now cringing to himself and glad you aren’t around to see how shit-

With a sheepish grin, you approach the door, your keys conspicuously absent from your hand.

”Gah, how could I forget my phone out of all things?! I hope Taehoon’s asleep by now, otherwise I’d have to deal with his bickering, and- Taehoooon?”

As you reach for the handle, you're met with an unexpected sight: Taehoon, in all his clumsy glory, attempting to replicate your dance moves with a level of finesse that could only be described as the equivalent of the Hobin Yoo Company's chaos. Caught off guard by the scene unfolding before you, you can't help but burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting the reason you needed to enter the room in the first place.

”Is this what you do when I’m not around?”

And then, just when you think it couldn't get any cringier, he manages to stub his toe on the corner of the coffee table.

”FU-”

Taehoon clears his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment in your presence, a rare occurrence for someone usually so composed. But his embarrassment is momentarily overshadowed by his curiosity as to why you've returned so quickly.

"Anyway, why are you here already? Not that I don’t mind, but—"

You bashfully avert your gaze to the ground, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips.

"I forgot my phone…"

"Tsk! Do you really have to be this irresponsible sometimes?!? What could’ve happened if you didn’t get in contact with me?"

Taehoon pulls you into a tight hug, his worry palpable in the embrace. But amidst his concerns, you can't help but sense his underlying desire to distract you from the awkwardness of his recent dance attempt.

A part of you acknowledges his genuine concern, but another part recognizes this as one of his subtle ways to divert your attention from the potential blackmail material you just witnessed. Despite his attempt to shift the focus, his affectionate (but tsundere) nature somehow manages to shine through.

”Taehoon?”

”Hm?”

”Why were you-”

”We don’t talk about that.”

”But-”

”Shush, or I won’t let you go back to Rumi’s.”

”Meow~”

#ptj universe #viral hit #how to fight taehoon #seong taehoon #taehoon bb #viral hit taehoon #doyouhave500won #taehoon x reader #how to fight imagines #i wish there was only one way to spell his name i'm struggling #seong taehoon x reader #taehoon seong x reader

[sugar-omi]

I came here to ask for Rockstar! Cove rambles and saw the Rockstar! Baxter art you reblogged omfg it's so good.

Please can we get some of your Rockstar! Cove (and/or Baxter if you feel like it) rambles 🙏

(Hope your holiday has been great 💖)

this is more. rockstar!cove backstory but YKW ITS FINE BC ITS BEEN WHATS ON MY MIND LATELY we'll have to talk abt him again bc this post was getting LONG especially w baxterrr

tags : SFW, headcanons, step 2-4, rockstar au, so ooc, bullying mentioned, fighting, baxter's tags are below before his hc's

listen....

im ngl. i want him to be maybe a little toxic. a lil crazy.

or into things he's not canonically into/does often

at least he's rough n impulsive at first

whenever he can get away with it, and before he got famous, he loves taking a long ride on his motorcycle

compared to when he was a young teen, he tries not to take drives when he's angry

bc when he was young, he'd put on some music and blast it as loud as it could go, and he'd drive and drive and drive...

ended up with a few warnings and speeding tickets that way because he'd get lost in riding n his thoughts n the music

but now that his life isn't so turbulent, he doesn't do that anymore

i wanna imagine he doesn't grow up with you next door n you didn't know each other until junior year of high school

he sees you n he's sold...

thinks you're so fucking beautiful/handsome and he sees you laughing n smiling w your friends n he's so, so whipped for you

he's still a sweet shy boy, so it takes forever for him to talk to you

n it's terry who introduced you two!!!

he's all flustered, bc you're even more lovely up close

n if you're all bubbly n extroverted, he thinks you're like sunshine

if you're more reserved, he thinks you're very cool or that it's amazing how calm you are all the time

if you're shy/easily flustered, will sometimes (and now that he's grown, always) mention out loud he thinks it's cute when you blush...

either way, just loves your personality n thinks you're amazing n cute

you actually calm him down. you ground him.

he used to get into fights kinda often.

i like to think rockstar!cove got like this bc his parents stayed together longer than they did, n there was no brilliant neighbor to reach out to him

he n his dad were still like oil n water, and the kids at school were less than friendly but usually didn't dare fuck with him

key word is usually.

just had a thought actually... cliff's family living nearby

not his parents. he moved as far as he could

and with him n Kyra on the brink of divorce, her moving out the house, n all cliff has to do to keep them afloat..

he didn't think his equally shitty cousins would be a problem.

but surprise!! they're a few doors down n too happy to "catch up"

cove n cliff avoid them pretty well, n cliff really didn't need to tell cove to avoid his cousins bc he was already 2 steps ahead of him

but his cousins dont get that message, they also think its a good idea to pick on cove...

so between the short patience of most hormonal 13 year olds, his parents (finally) separating, cove's intolerance for bullshit....

cove ends up rocking his 2 cousins shit when they snatch his glasses off his face, bending the frame

ignores his cousins mom yelling at him n cliff to apologize for hurting her kids. feels a bit warm when his dad tells her his son is more well mannered than both her kiss combined, even laughs when he says a rabid raccon has more sense n poise

but is even happier when his dad, after a moment of silence in the car, asks him if be used the right hook he taught him

n tries to hide his smile when his dad ruffles his hair n goes "that's good. good job son."

he does hear the whole, "violence isn't always the answer" and "pick your battles" thing

but he shrugs off the lecture when he and cliff have a tub of ice cream each n cliff holds a bag of peas to his face

anyway.

he fights like a DOG. he arGRHHH HE HAS EVERYTHIGN TAKEN CARE OF. TRUST.

professional at sneaking out n sneaking YOU out

cove at 4am: wanna get mcd's?

dont even bother saying no bc he's already outside

dont pretend to be sleep either bc he FUCKING SEES YOU.

will leave you alone if you genuinely don't wanna fuck around in the middle of the night, but how can you say no to him?

ah. before i forget

Will kiss you if you're bandaging his face

asks you to ice his bruises...

SINGS YOU SONGS N SHIT

kryptonite. creep. p!nk and lady gaga PERIOD. all of it

serenades you with his guitar and/or voice

sometimes he's just fiddling with the strings, switching between cheery beats and trying to rick roll you but the beat is wayyy off

loves when you fall asleep to his music too, plays the sleepiest tune he can think of

you being his biggest supporter is what makes him fight to make a name in the music industry

after supporting him in his personal life, through all his lows and highs, then supporting his music that he was too scared to go for

he puts his best foot forward for his sake and yours

+ TAGS: mention of FWB, toxic baxter <3, so ooc ofc, mm implied partying/drinking

now rockstar baxter....

i want him to be a problem. he's the toxic one here

compared to cove, who is soft n sweet but impulsive and always willing to fight, rough but well meaning...

baxter is your situationship

your friends with benefits

friends if a loose word, since you hardly ever talk since you've met and unless arguing, bickering, or sexting counts as getting to know each other...

than you're best friends!!!

he's the big headed musician who always asks "wyd" and "u up?" whenever he's in town

at least he sends you money to doll up or eat, or whatever before he gets in town

"make sure you eat before i come. bc im not letting you go once i get there"

so.... if you want commitment. he's not it...

just saw *this tweet, and rockstar!baxter IS the type to email you after you block him

omfg. if any of yall have read armin x reader fanfics... yk how he is in those fics? all toxic n shit?

thats baxter.

not THAT bad. like baby trapping bad or cheating on you, manipulating you etc.

but he's bad

definitely the dumb choice you make at 18-20 smth years old n once you mature, you drop him because he doesn't grow up quickly...

he won't even have the realization that you're the one until he's MINIMUM 37-40+ YEARS OLD. AND FLYS UP FROM THE BED LIKE HE'S SEEN A GHOST

curses n curses himself to high hell and low heaven

now depending on how bad he's fucked you over, or you've moved on, etc... he understands if you don't wanna try being together, bc he was a fucking mess

at least, if he sees you catching feelings or himself, he does break it off

but there's still good times between you!!

he sends you things for your birthday

and when he's not on tour showing his ass, he comes to spend it with you

is very happy if you come to spend his birthday with him!!!

starts to look forward to it, but he doesn't really show it

although after the first time, he can't help crying, thought the first time was just a one off thing

unless you make the first one a big thing, than he cries then

even if all you did was get/make a cake and decorate your small apartment, he's so so happy

mm i started thinking abt smth

i don't think he's that bad, impulsive, etc. before his career

before, he's pursuing music because his parents hate it. its "not a useful career" and "embarrassing"

but then he starts to love it, its an outlet for him and then it's become a passion

but once he gets a deal with a record label, it's just a downward spiral

puts everything into music, ignores everything else and doesn't take breaks like he should

i think what breaks your "relationship" is him getting caught up in the darker side of the music industry, and losing himself.

he doesn't laugh or anything like before

doesn't make random trips to see you anymore

in fact, probably ends up flaking on you or suddenly canceling, or going weeks without talking to you

its rough. and you two definitely need time apart for him to grow and realize that this is serving anyone besides the companies pockets well

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #baxter our life #baxter ward x reader

[arrowsinmyskull]

“what you say is merely copper is my gold.”

— yan oc concept : yan ! soldier x gender-neutral ! commander ! reader —

TW: SUGGESTIVE, EXPLICIT MENTIONS OF STALKING, YANDERE THEMES, which includes: unhealthy devotion, obsession, borderline worship.. implications of shitty writing done late at night because i have nothing else to do on a regular old saturday, lotsa profanity because i literally type like that

a/n: yeah. so i wanted to write a damn near worshipper mf. i sent all these concepts to my homie on discord, n they were like “THIS IS TUMBLR WORTHY” (this was also their favorite out of all the ideas for writing i had so like i hope this is cash money) i dont think i have much other shit to do aside from study psychology or something interesting or whatever but thats bORING i wanna write people gettin on their knees for ya ykwim??? fyi when i say chest it doesn’t always have to mean an afab person’s chest lmao,, just so yall know everybody has a chest mfs whether there are boobs or not. this darling little soldier does not fuckin’ discriminate!!!!!! yippee!!!!

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so like, let’s get this straight: THIS SON OF A BITCH LOVES YOU MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF. they are wholly yours, but you’ll never be theirs in return. ya know why?? bc their stubborn ass thinks they’re lower than you, as you’re their superior.. therefore you should just own them by now <3

when they see you on the battlefield, they’re always so enamored.. as if your beauty distracts them from the fact that this is literally a life-or-death predicament.

nah cause like they always look for opportunities to be with you & to love you because all they wanna do is be a hardworking, obedient lil soldier to you. more specifically, your favorite little soldier.

they always worship you as though you were a deity amongst mortals.

they have a diary completely devoted to you. all they write about is you, your perfection, your beauty, the gorgeous shine in your eyes, from all that is romantic to the most erotic, sinful thoughts that run through their head about you: every curve and lack thereof, how much they crave for you to fuck them like a doll, your subservient doll, until they cry. they want tears to stream down their face so that you could see the sheer amount of love they have for you in those watery, half-lidded eyes. their bawling tells you that they would submit, no matter how much you hurt them. they're in their most vulnerable for you, because they deserve to become your toy.. nothing more. but, as a sinner, they're aware that they'll never get what they want.

obsession.. is an understatement. they're smitten, head-over-heels, down on their knees for you... and one day, one day they'll be on their knees between your pretty, perfect legs.

they watch you day and night, even in your private moments. they want to see you when you’re vulnerable, when they get to witness their god’s breathtaking body, without any garments to obscure your glory.

even when you're all alone, putting in no effort to please anyone, you're so gorgeous. your insecurities just make them love you more. they want to kiss those insecurities away, to tell you that you, the love of their life and their god, will never have any imperfections.

they wish they could be more intimate, even though they’re aware that seeing you during times they shouldn’t is technically meant to be enough.

it’s just.. they don’t just want to witness you. they may love you more than everything, but they still wish to indulge. they’re still greedy. they want to touch you when you are bare, they want to let their hands wander as they worship you face-to-face. they want your lips to touch theirs, once and for all. and they will end up in such a predicament someday.. your loyal servant, sinning right where you can see them. they know they aren’t worthy, but they yearn for you nevertheless.

they don’t just want you. they don’t just crave for every bit of you. they need you, all of you, they need your body & mind, they need your touch, your affection.. everything. they know damn well that they’re below you, as a simple follower, but please.. please just let them enjoy you just this once.. and they’ll do everything you desire. spoil them a little once in a while, won’t you?..

anyways have a scenario of them cuddling with you when war isnt threatening everybody :) enjoy the content because like fluff is important in this world mwah mwah bye

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they nuzzle into your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. the rays of the rising sun dimly gleam through the curtains, and all you two have been doing was cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. but are you complaining? absolutely not! your pretty warrior is so adorable when they cling to you as they let sleepy mutters slip from their lips. words of reverence, obsession, and utter devotion. they can’t help it, don’t you understand? they just love you oh, so much.. and they have to let you know. otherwise, how would you ever believe their loyalty to you?

“you’re so perfect, everything about you, everything’s so.. flawless.. i love you, you.. only you.. i love, love, love you, more than you could ever know.. i.. love.. you..”

they mumble in-between soft kisses as they worship you and your body, which was handcrafted by divine hands. you're so pretty that it's genuinely painful for them.. and they're definitely going to show you that. their shaky hands wander, teardrops falling onto your holy garments and their lowly, sinful flesh.. and when you reciprocate even a mere sliver of the affection that they've given you, they break. their trembling, pathetic body goes limp under your touch, leaning into the love that you blessed them with, even if they're shuddering with watery eyes.

all this ever did was remind them of how incapable they are of living without you.

as soon as your soft hands graze against their hair, they're on the verge of collapsing just from how good you make them feel. your arm on their waist sends them to heaven, your divine abode.. they are definitely willing to die for you right now, as long as you hold them before their heart ceases to beat. hold their hand as you two cuddle, and they're already straight up melting from your godly fingers. oh.. how they wish those very fingers could wander further than their mere hands. how would it feel if your touch was between their legs? how much euphoria would they go through if you held onto their bare thighs, driving them to tears? they need that, they lust after such fantasies more than you could ever know. their thoughts are taunting them as they become tainted with the desires of a sinner.

their gaze.. when they look up at you, there are reminders of their limerence, their infatuation. you're just recalling just how smitten they are, when they stare with a quivering lip and tears threatening to fall. unbeknownst to this darling soldier of yours, they aren't the only ones with unholy thoughts.

you just have to wait until one of you decides to act on it. 'patience is a virtue', you both would like to believe, as you bask in eachother's warmth for the morning.

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im sorry this was short im like having a bad case of writers block or whatevrr u call it..

#[tears of depravity: oc concept] #yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere oc #yancore #yandere oc x you #yandere soldier #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #gn reader #yandere oc x gn reader #fluff #x reader #x reader fluff #x gn reader fluff #x male reader #x gender neutral reader fluff #x female reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader #x fem!reader #x masc reader #x female reader fluff #yandere x darling

[rowniebow]

new years eve | peter parker x male!reader

summary: three years of you and peter on the fateful day that people swear they're going to change and never do.

pairings: peter parker x male!reader

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut: teasing (edging? eh), light choking, butt stuff, oral, fingers, praise kink-ish. a lil bit o' alcohol abuse, You Belong With Me trope, any peter, late college era, angst! lil bit o fluff

word count: 4.9k+

song: new years eve, by mal blum

an: here's my new year's treat! hope this year treats everyone well. 22' was rough but i hope we can all remember that life really is ever-changing

masterlist

⭒

NYE 2013

"just go talk to her, pete!" you rolled your eyes at your friend.

you truly didn't want to be consoling peter about his long time crush at this very moment. or any moment, for that matter.

"you really think i should?" his eyebrows curled up as he stared at the girl of his dreams longingly from across the room.

"if it will get you away from me, then yes." you poured your drink, frowning down at the pure alcohol flooding your cup.

he hardly spared you a glance, let alone a word, while he made his way over to her, interrupting her chat with her friends to talk about who knows what.

you didn't want to know.

your throat burned while whatever you put in your cup made it's way down but you thought it was better than your eyes burning with tears. you were too ready to forget everything and drown yourself in a dizzy night of nothingness. ready to forget your shitty attitude and the shitty guacamole you were making your way through.

peter came back too soon for your jealous liking. he went on and on about how magical his three minute conversation with her was. how he just had to say how cool the party she was throwing was.

and then, of course, how cool she was.

"that's great, peter," you grumbled after downing another full red solo cup of something. he looked you up and down, and followed your lead in drinking a lot of whatever the clear bottle said it was. you couldn't read it, things were beginning to spin. you assumed he couldn't read much of it either by the way he joined you rather than questioning you about why you were drinking so much when you are alcohol's biggest hater.

or maybe. you wondered, he was just so enamored by the girl across the room that he couldn't spare you any thought.

you didn't really care at that point.

"what about you?"

"what?" you hollered over the booming music.

"are you going to try to get with anyone?"

"i don't want to start my new year with a hook up."

"what about that guy you said you've been thinking about?

"he-he's not here. why would he be here?"

"oh, i don't know. i just assumed."

"yeah, no, he's not here."

"okay, my bad, man."

peter took attention to your knitted eyebrows, lack of eye contact, and flustered features yet excused himself to go converse with someone else.

you gritted your teeth at the sight of his retreating back, taking another beer, and finding yourself somewhere to calm down.

⭒⭒

you watched peter disappear down the hall, fingers drunkenly intertwined with the woman he hadn't stopped talking about for months.

the sickening smiles they shared sent chills down your spine.

you grimaced, poured yourself another drink.

peter was stupid.

he's stupid in general, but especially for chasing after a girl who saw him as so much less than.

he deserved better, he didn't deserve the emotional disrespect he was bound to receive.

he deserves someone he can belt his favorite songs with (which happen to be your favorite songs, too).

he deserves someone who will watch movies with him and joke about how bad all the acting is (which you two happened to do every friday night).

he deserves someone who will understand him and all of his little actions and oddities (which, you prided yourself in your knowledge of peter quirks).

but peter was stupid.

and you were even more stupid for chasing after a stupid man.

you made your decision for how the rest of your night would go. you wanted to completely disregard the stupid man.

⭒⭒⭒

quick, loud knocks rapped against the door of your apartment. the naked man beside you in your bed questioned who could possibly be at your door at this hour. your dizzy mind didn't have the capacity to answer.

you hurried to gather easy clothes to slip on from off of your messy floor, glancing at the clock and seeing it read '3:04 am'. happy twenty-fourteen, you supposed. the man in your bed rolled his eyes as you made your way down the hall.

the door opened to reveal your friend, peter parker. teeth chattering, nose running, eyes swirling in a pool of tears.

the frown that you held lifted immediately, your eyebrows pulled together in worry, instead. "peter? what happened?"

your words dragged the tears out of him, "can i stay here tonight?"

his voice was low. it didn't break or crack. his gaze refused to meet yours, however, and his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to hide his heart that was stabbed over his sleeve.

"of course," you pulled the door opened wider for him to come in. he immediately went to lay on your couch, face first.

you muttered a dismissal for yourself and made your way back to your room. back to the man clicking through his phone, uninterested. "you-you gotta go,"

he looked back up at you. his features resembled an angsty teenager's when their parents ask them to do chores. "are you serious?"

"yeah," your unamused tone pulled a glare to his face.

"whatever," he spat.

you watched him dress himself with the clothes he threw on to your floor. you couldn't understand what drunken thoughts led you to bring home a disgusting pig of a man like him.

you walked him out anyway, wishing him a safe trip home. he only glared as he left, earning an eye roll and an urgency to lock the door behind him.

peter watched the whole time, thinking back to your words from earlier. how you didn't want to start new years with a hook up. he silently took the blame, understanding fully well that it was because he left you alone in a sea of unfamiliar people.

the thought pulled more tears out of his eyes.

he dragged a throw blanket over his body as you shuffled around in the kitchen. glasses clattered against one another and onto the counter. pots rumbling with the milk inside of them.

he examined your movements carefully. your eyes seemed so far away. you held yourself as if you were cold, but didn't think of doing anything about your shorts and t-shirt to fix the problem. you stared at the boiling milk as if it were the only thing getting your through it.

and when you handed peter his share of steaming hot chocolate, he felt the same.

"do you want to talk about it?" you finally broke the several minutes of silence.

peter shrugged, shaking his head.

"okay," you took an extended sip of your drink. peter followed the swirl of the whip cream to your lips. "do you want to watch a movie?"

peter nodded, willing soberness to come snap him out of his pathetic behaviors.

it wasn't as if you two hadn't seen each other cry before. in all your years of friendship, there's been plenty of moments where you shared and comforted each other through them.

but, with the alcohol buzzing in his head and his constant yearning to be held - loved, touched - tears felt embarrassingly pathetic.

he took the pathetic and laid his head on your thighs with the small screen playing some random film you two hadn't heard of before.

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NYE 2014

"please?"

"no, peter,"

"come on!"

"you're too drunk," you grabbed a chip full of guacamole and shoved it into his loopy smile.

"i'm not, i haven't had hardly anything."

"and i'm starting to think i haven't had enough."

"i want to kiss someone on new years!"

"don't we all?"

"exactly! who else better to kiss than my best friend."

"i-i don't know,"

"it's only weird if you make it weird, babe,"

"see, now you're calling me 'babe', that's making it weird,"

"i'm trying to get you in the mood,"

you glared up at peter. his stupid eyes smiled with his lips. the pleading look of a desperate man with a dash of innocent smiling was chopped finely and boiled. the aroma of his sick soup swirled into your nose, pulling you in.

it was kind of nice having that much power over him, you had to admit. you could mix him into anything you wanted, realistically, but you had yet to realize your talent as a chef.

"i had one beer like an hour ago. that's nothin'," he continued his cheesing.

you rolled your eyes, his ingredients infectious. "whatever happens, happens, parker. if i find someone much better than you in the next twenty minutes then you're on your own."

his smile only grew, knowing you wouldn't be social enough to find anyone in the next twenty minutes.

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒

"so?" peter's dragged vowels rang quietly behind you.

a minute left until the ball would drop.

"how was your impossible search for anyone better than me to kiss on new years?"

your dramatic sigh brought an irritating i-told-you-so grin to his face, "sadly, it came to no avail."

"of course, babe, it's me we're talking about."

peter tugged on your hand, pinky fingers intertwined as if they were the only thing keeping you next to him. he pulled you out onto the balcony of the small apartment that still managed to fit so many people.

the cold air hitting your cheeks as the crowd inside began surrounding themselves around the television displaying the annual ball dropping.

"did you have anything else to drink?" your quiet voice disappeared into steam. peter only barely grasped it.

"absolutely nothing. have you?" he leaned against the railing. the ever busy new york streets below haunted your conversation.

"oh yeah, tons! had to prepare, you know? really don't want to remember this one," you laughed, looking anxiously back inside through the large glass windows.

their counting began from ten progressing downwards all too quickly. peter's hand found it's way to your cheek, successfully redirecting you to look at him.

"we don't have to do this, if you really don't want to." his kind smile seemed to yank on your neck and pull you towards him.

your lips collided as the crowd inside cheered and fireworks exploded.

it was a kiss reserved for small children on the playground at first.

eyes squeezed so tight they hurt. hands lost, finding an uncomfortable home at your side. you pushed your lips so far out at the start, it was as if you were keeping him at arms length of intimacy.

but peter. his eyes widened with shock, his hand still resting on your cheek. it took him a moment before he understood the your awkward actions. he smiled into your lips, almost giggling at your nervousness, wrapping his arms around your neck.

his arms around your neck brought you a comfort you hadn't felt before in a kiss. warmth came from every bit of him that touched you.

he was a magnet, but all of a sudden he was even more so. his warmth fought off the biting cold of the new year's air. it captivated you and grew to be a warmth with it.

his lips molded into yours. your mouths opening and closing to become one.

your tongues danced to the honking of a car below.

your hands found a place at his waist and your fingertips longed to intrude on the skin beneath his sweater.

when you finally pulled back, peter found you gasping and your eyes pleading for more.

he smiled.

who had the power now?

he drew you in but missed your lips, much to your displeasure.

"do you wanna get out of here?" he whispered, longingly.

you hummed a confirmation, gripping his waist tightly, still.

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it was sick, truly.

the way you wouldn't let go of peter's waist. you had him practically crawling out of his pants to you all the way back to his apartment.

what was even sicker, was how peter would only talk to you in fleeting whispers. speaking all too close to his ear. his lips brushing against the tip of it far too many times for sanity.

"i cant wait to get you home," he'd whispered, "i get you all to myself, how lucky am i to have you on new year's?"

it was sick.

so as soon as the door to his apartment shut, you made sure the manipulative man understood who he was working with.

your hands found his wrists and his back met the wall. your lips found his, but only for the most painfully briefest of moments.

instead, your mouth found interest in his available neck. you buttered the array of skin in fleeting moments of bliss: your lips just barely brushing his seemingly amplified nerves.

his quiet breaths of wanting were all too loud in the silent apartment, and those breaths were the only thing that brought you in to give him what he wanted.

you let go of his wrists and made yourself comfortable over his pulse, nipping and sucking on the bare skin. your hands found his hair, one at the base of his neck and the other surfing their way through his locks. his hands dragged down your chest and his fingers looped themselves in your belt hoop.

his undeniable strength brough your hips to his. the button on your pants clattered against hit, but the friction of your movements against each other brought nothing but bliss.

peter's deathly voice cut through the sonorous breathing between you two. you hummed in response when his fingers made their way to your hair, tugging your head from his throat.

your power vanished while he dragged you to his room, smothering you with kisses along the way. the bed pressed against the back of his knees, bringing him falling to it's surface.

you bit your lip looking down at your best friend. he looked up at you, only thinking about how hot you looked undressing him with your eyes like you did (and do quite often, if he was honest with himself).

your reckless decision for your deep, long-time wants managed to win over your debating thoughts. you fell to your knees, and yanked at the button and zipper hiding what you are fully aware will change your relationship with peter, for better or for worse.

he smiled, pulling his sweater over his head. your jeans pulled against the new growth that lied within them. peter's jeans, and underwear, too, fell to release his own growth.

peter watched your mouth cover the tip of him. your tongue flicked over the bit of him you had, his precum covering your tongue.

he moaned into the darkness of the room, the only light filtering in from behind you from the door. you were glowing because of it. you often were glowing, your radiance always lighting peter's life up, but this glow was full of need and want. pure and primal. something so human that it boarded the line of animal.

your tongue lightly traced the crease of his tip. then crept down the shaft. your teasing pushed excitement down peter's thighs and up into his stomach. the excitement balled itself up and came back to him in a throbbing want for you.

"fuck," he groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding your head, firmly but ever so gently, over him and all the way down.

the pressure of him at the back of your throat brought tears to your eyes and a sickness to your stomach, but you fought it with a long, low moan.

your noises mingled with peter's as you began to bob your head with his guidance. a hand made it's way up to peter's chest while the other stayed gripping his inner thigh, nearly bruising the sensitive skin.

your hand on his chest rolled his nipple in between your fingers, pinching and pulling at the hard pink nerves.

his hips bucked, forcing him deeper into your throat with every movement. every time you felt him bounce off the walls of your throat he aroused provocative noises from within you.

"i'm-i'm gonna-,"

you stopped.

he glared at you as you hurried off of your knees and began fiddling with your belt buckle over him. the glare disappeared, replaced by the look a man only gives when a world of pleasure is presented right before him.

he practically came at the sight of you: only revealing your most vulnerable part to him. still completely covered with shoes and pants and your nicest winter sweater despite your now exposed length.

after muttering about where the lube could be, he let you shove him back on to the bed and watched you position yourself through his hooded eyes.

you tugged his ankles to rest on your shoulders, covered your hands in the lubricant. you brought one hand to his ass, soaking his entrance with the puddle of goop in your hand. your finger teased, lightly tracing the outside of his openness.

you had him shriveling into himself even with the faintest touch. a frustrated plead escaped his lips, and you decided to reward him in the smallest way you could.

you pushed the tip of your finger in, hardly even spreading him.

then quickly pulled out.

then in again, just barely.

and back out.

you went through this process several times, meanwhile using your free hand to prepare yourself, fiddling with your tip and assuring it to be supple enough for him.

your thumb passed over your tip for what seemed like the last time that you could bare before you went crazy with him whining beneath you as he did.

you removed your hand from him, instead rubbing your tip along his entrance.

you entered unbearably slow, both for you and for him. but he deserved it. all this time of you being forced to watch him pine after girl after girl. he could wait for you like you did for him.

his fingers gripped at the sheets, his extended moan gripped at your brain.

with you finally in him completely, you took a second to lean over, your hand lightly gripping his neck. his eyes closed from the comfort of your hand. your other free hand wrapped itself around the base of his penis, readying your intentions.

you moved your hips back out, still slow as ever. your hand on his length began stroking him at a similar pace. your just barely pulled yourself all the way out, your index and middle finger rubbing the very tip of him in a circular motion.

his staggered moans, moans of pain, at that point, from the lack of release he was getting, filled your ears, begging you to hurry.

"please, fuck me. i need you, please,"

and you complied.

you were so slow, so gentle at first. you were building him up again. but as time went on you couldn't help but give in to your own needs.

your needs of a quicker pace. your needs of a little bit of pain. your needs of watching him come undone before you.

you kept going, sloppy now.

back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

your eyes squeezed with your hand on his throat, doing your best to hold yourself back until he was ready, too.

his constant confirmations had you near spilling over the edge.

"yes, god, you're so good. more, please, thank fuck,"

the lewdness of your name on his breath had your nails on his throat in an attempt to keep you in reality.

peter finally twitched in your hand, the white liquid shooting out on to his chest and stomach. you watched it drip and pool in his belly button. you watched it cover one of his perky pinky nipples.

and you couldn't hold back any longer.

you leaned over, hand off of his throat and dick and on to the bed next to him instead, and ran your tongue along where his juices spilled.

you dipped into his belly button, scooping it out. your ran your tongue up his chest, lapping over his nipples until your couldn't feel his burning skin under you any longer.

you slurped him up and spilt into him entirely. peter arched his back at the feeling of your warmth pooling inside of him, moans continuing, his high lasting longer than usual as he rode into yours as well.

you, exhausted, finally achingly pulled out of peter and flopped next to him in the bed.

the sound of both of you breathing heavily was the only thing that filled the air.

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waking up the next morning, you were all too aware of the man on top of you naked.

the man who is your best friend.

the man who begged you to be his new years kiss.

the man who, both, got you turned on, and got turned on in said kiss.

the man who whispered threats of pleasure all throughout the train ride home.

the man who didn't follow up on his threats.

the man who you absolutely railed the night before.

the man who crumbled and ended up begging for you once again.

the man who was your best friend.

just the thought of what you two shared the night before brought blood rushing back into your lower half. you wanted to roll your eyes at yourself. maybe even sneak into his bathroom and get it out, then get yourself out.

but instead, your best friend moved in your arms, thigh rubbing against your quickly growing self.

he groaned at the light, his arms finding their way up your torso.

his eyes slowly opened and he pulled his neck to look up at you. he smiled, moving his thigh at just the right angle to rub your lower half. a frustrated breath left your lips, the lips he so very badly wanted to eat up again.

"good morning," his raspy voice sent electricity through you. "did you miss me?" he laughed sleepily, his hair a mess. his hand on your torso moved back down and wrapped itself around your length. "seems like it."

you only managed to glare down at him, gnawing on your lip.

"you didn't let me fulfill my promises last night," he moved his hand up and down, lingering his thumb over your tip each time. "may i?"

you nodded.

your eyes landed on the clock as he stuffed his cheeks with you and your cum ran down his throat.

10:53 am, new years day. happy twenty-fifteen.

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NYE 2015

rage filled you as you watched peter retreat down a hallway with a girl. he had the nerve to smile and laugh with her all night, now the audacity to follow her away and leave you stranded.

after this whole year? all this time?

after a year of loosing your best friend. loosing your best friend to the mindless fucks you gifted each other.

after a year of you becoming more familiar with peter's body than his brain.

after a year of earth shattering orgasms together, only to be left alone in bed afterwards.

a year of loneliness.

a year of feeling like an emotional burden to him.

a year of lost traditions.

a year of weekly movie nights being converted into weekly fuck nights.

you were okay with it, you thought. you have peter almost all to yourself.

sexually, at least.

so why are you watching him head to a back room ten seconds to midnight on new year's eve?

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your ears rang all the way home and into your apartment. they rang as water poured into the kettle.

the glowing neon clock on the oven illuminated your face. 2:17 am. nothing good happens after two a.m.

and the knocking on your door seemed to prove that.

you were hesitant at first. who would be at your door this late other than him? you don't want to talk to him, the thought of him at all brought redness to your ears.

but the glowing time stared back at you, mocked you. sat on your shoulder making up all these excuses for why you should let him in.

what if he's upset?

what if he's alone?

what if he's still drunk?

what if he's hurt?

you knocked your fist on the wooden counter, three times for good luck, and trudged to the door.

it opened to reveal peter (surprise, surprise!). he looked up at you, obviously tired and still intoxicated with something.

without a thought in the world he walked in, sparing you a kiss on the cheek, "hi, baby,"

"are you okay?" your voice, soft and caring, needed to get the question out of the way to allow yourself to feel your feelings.

"yeah, of course," he flopped down on the couch, arms spreading out over the space.

"why are you here then?" you finally closed the door, not wanting your poor neighbors to hear you in a state like this.

"to see you. it's new years,"

you scoffed. the unfamiliar noise brought his attention to you. he finally opened his eyes. he watched you shake your head, staring at the ground.

"what?"

"who was that girl?"

he groaned a little, struggling to remember, "i think her name was amy? are you mad about that-,"

"no, why would i be? yes, i'm mad about that! what the fuck, peter?"

"baby, it didn't mean anything," he raised himself off of the couch as if he we old and worn and carried the weight of a seventy year old. "she just wanted to be with someone on new years, that was all."

you rolled your eyes, chewing on your already raw lip.

"why are you upset, it's not like we're exclusive or anything? we're just friends."

"we're not friends, peter!" your hands flew in the air. you were practically in disbelief. "friends don't do the things we did a year ago. and-and we just- kept doing it. as if we never were friends."

"that's not true, you know that's not true. you were my best friend-you are my best friend."

"i'm not! not anymore,"

"what do you mean,"

"when was the last time we treated each other like friends, pete? i can't remember the last conversation we had that wasn't just when we'd meet up next."

"that's not true, we were talking about that pizza place you thought looked good the other day,"

you shook your head, rolling your eyes in disbelief. you kept still next to the door, peter coming over to plead with you. "peter," you took a deep breath readying yourself for the intense words you wanted to spit. "i do not like you anymore,"

"you... you liked me?"

"jesus christ, parker," you threw your hands up again, giving up on it all.

"wait, no. i-i like you, too-,"

"no, i don't anymore!"

"what-? baby, come on,"

"don't call me baby, peter. i'm tired of the fucking games."

"i'm not playing any games-,"

"you are! and i'm so tired, pete. please, just-just leave."

"no, no, no, you're my best friend, i'm not leaving,"

"i'm not your best friend anymore! please, just leave." you tugged on his sleeve weakly, pulling him to the front door.

"i-i just-,"

"i don't want to hear it. get the hell out of here." you opened the door

"no, please, let's talk about it. i'm sorry," you tried half-heartedly to shove him out into the hall, him only looking back at you with pleading eyes unmoving. "y/n, please, baby. talk to me, i don't wanna lose you because i was being stupid."

the kettle rang out cutting through the tension of the apartment.

you huffed, giving up on pushing him out of the door. tears punched at your squeezed eyelids. you kept your head towards the ground.

"i-i'm going to shut the door, okay?" he whispered.

you nodded, holding your breath to not let the sob escape your lips. you rushed to handle the ringing of the kettle, instead. your hands wouldn't let go of the rushing blood in your fingers.

"why-why didn't you tell me you liked me?"

you took a shakey breath, "i felt like it was pretty obvious."

"no, i-i didn't," he lingered behind you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. "i don't really know what i thought. i didn't think you ever wanted to be exclusive, though."

the tears finally began peaking out of the corners of your eyes, your mind replaying the sight of him walking away giggling with a girl.

"i'm sorry, you're right. i've-i've missed you. i've missed my best friend."

"peter," you choked out, voice cracking over every sound of his name.

"i think it's my fault. i take full blame,"

"peter,"

"i mean, i really could have done more this last year. i think i got caught up in the fact that i could be with you at all in anything more than a platonic way-,"

"peter."

he ceased his rambling. you could feel your stern tone making him shrink behind you.

"i'm begging you. please, just leave me alone. at least for tonight. i can't do this, not right now." you kept your hands over the counter, them being the only thing holding you up.

"o-okay, i'm sorry. i'll just-, yeah."

you listened closely. his retreating foot steps.

they stuttered, tempted to bring him back to you. but he knew better.

the door creaked open and closed.

you could finally open your eyes. the blurry world revealed itself to you.

2:34 a.m. nothing good happens after two a.m.

but happy fucking twenty-sixteen.

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Shut up

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Summary

"Your finals are over! To celebrate, you and your friends decide to have a drink and relax at a bar, to chat and catch up with eachother on the lost time spent on studying your lives away. Though, you probably drank more than you did talk and... wait, where did your friends go?... And what is that piece of shit doing here!?"

Warnings/Spoilers:

Modern/College AU

GN!Reader

Kinda NSFW (But not escalating anything more than fantasies, still explicit tho)

Drunk and unhinged reader

Alcohol

Harrassment

Dottore

Blackmailing

Drugs, stalking and non-con r*pe (Mentioned)

Lot and l o t s of swearing

Fluff because I need some in my life

Possessive and jealous Kaeya

Kaeya kinda toxic mean and a lil brat but we love morally grey men who treats other ppl like shit and only treats their [S/O] like a queen uwu

also kaeya is down bad

A/N: I just wanted to make a 'sit on my face' joke for Kaeya

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Your romance starts here

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Another shot down the hatch.

The taste of bitter alcohol flowing down your throat before it settles warmly into your system. You grunted quietly, placing the glass down onto the table as your eyes fluttered.

Your eyes sweep across the bar, vision slightly blurred. You don't recognise any of these people.

This was a shitty decision; Drinking away the remaining stress after your finals? Why were you even celebrating, you don't even know your results yet! You don't even know if you've reached the passsing mark!... Well, the mere thought just got you stressed again.

"...Another one won't hurt..." You quietly mumbled for the umpteenth time, your hand lazily patting the smooth surface of the table in search of the bottle of alcohol. You paused, raising your head as you realized the bottle was gone, the table empty except for the box of napkins and horrendously ugly table decorations.

Right... your friends left and took the bottle with them, some of them got drunk and passed out, forcing the others to help drag them back home. Why did you even reassure that you're fine? How drunk were they to think you would be fine alone without any form of transportation or safety? You're practically wasted, your head swaying and your eyes wincing at particularly bright, your senses were numb.

Luckily, the music wasn't booming so loudly in your ear, it was replaced with jazz music— Something about jazz night. At least it was soft enough to have mercy on your eardrums and brain.

"...I should... call..." You grumble to no one in particular, the lingering taste of bitter alcohol remaining on your taste buds, you slowly fished your phone out of your pocket and decided to call an acquaintance to pick you up. However, your vision remained blurred, unable to unlock your phone as your fingers felt weak and kept sliding across the screen at the wrong time, failing to input the password several times.

"Damn it." You sighed, lazily stuffing your phone back into your pocket in defeat.

No biggie, your campus was only 20 minutes away from the bar. You've gone through the same route every day just to get some coffee at the café across the bar and back to the dorms, you can just... follow the route back to campus.

As much as you'd like another sip, your mind— clinging onto the last bits of your consciousness, tells you that you've been intoxicated enough and should lay off on any drinks, lest you would want to worsen your hangover in the morning. Or end up passing out in the middle of the streets.

Just as you were about to grab your bag and leave, a young man settles right beside your seat. You got a strong whiff of his scent... why did he smell like chemicals and medicine?

"S-Someone's using too much hand sanitizer lately..." You mumbled a little too loudly.

A velvety and slightly deep voice from the man erupts from his throat, followed by a chuckle. "It's not hand sanitizer, sweetheart... It's ethanol." He spoke, his fingers drumming against the table as he subtly scoots closer to you.

You were about to sass back, saying you didn't ask and to fuck off— until you were met with a pair of blood red eyes and baby blue hair.

And you have absolutely no idea who he is. But he's kinda hot.

"Say, sweetheart... you seem to be quite out of it... Low tolerance?" He muses, tone laced with amusement and teasing, an unsettling smirk creeping onto his lips.

"L-Low tolerance my ass!" You hissed, feeling your face grow warm at his remark. God did he remind you of Kaeya. That smug face bastard with a sharp tongue. Hell, your vision was blurry enough that you would've thought that was Kaeya himself— if it weren't for those red eyes reminding you that Kaeya's eyes weren't red, plus his hair was the wrong shade of blue. "Fuck this, I'm leaving."

The stranger sighs, a glass of classic red wine in his hands as he lightly swirls it in small circles, the blood red liquid swaying with each tilt as though to hypnotise you. He turns his body slightly to face you, an elbow resting on the table. "Now, now, sweetheart... You're stumbling and slurring. Just how do you think you'll make it back safely without accidentally tripping over a rock or something and ruining that pretty face of yours?"

You slowly stood up from your seat and stilled, swaying slightly because your mind felt like a bundle of mess and confusion. Your senses and body coordination were numb and delayed, all you could focus on was trying not to pass out as you were getting pissed by the second. Or throw up as your head starts to throb.

Your patience was wearing thin, this guy was only making your headache worse. Is he doing this intentionally? Because if he is, then he's doing a good job provoking you.

"You're better off just sleeping in the bar rather than risk yourself so late at night. A college student, I presume? You wanna get mugged out there cause you're wasted?" The man teased.

You clicked your tongue, groaning as you leaned against the table slightly for leverage. "Man... what do you want?" You weren't in the mood. You're drunk, you're sweaty, you're dizzy, you're tired, you smelled like shit— all you wanted to do was go back home and sleep your intoxication away, let future [Name] deal with this in the morning.

But you were getting harrassed by a random stranger, taking advantage of your drunken self by ticking you off so you would end up tiring yourself by arguing with him. You were far too out of it to register the thought of someone harrassing you, you just thought this guys was pretty annoying.

"Straightforward, that's pretty hot~" The blue haired man chuckles. "My name is Dottore... I'm the doctor from the clinic a few blocks from here. I always see someone with pretty [colour] eyes walk by the window and to the café. And on special occasions, I see them visiting this bar in such gorgeous attire— you seem to match that description."

"Ok, and? There's probably a hundred more people with the same eye colour as me a-and does whatever you just said." You raised a brow, your eyelids growing heavy the more he speaks, struggling to not close your eyes for too long or else you'd likely black out.

"You seem like such a sweet person... how about you and I go grab a drink sometime?" Dottore offers out of the blue, suddenly placing a hand on your waist, elicting a startled yelp from you as he pulls you closer. He forces you to straddle his lap, it was easy since you were losing balance because of the alcohol weakening your strength.

"Or, we could skip straight to the good stuff and head back to my apartment~"

Damn, he was hot admittedly... but there was no way in hell you would agree to sleep with some random doctor you had just met! This guy looks like he's about to be in his 40s!

And you weren't the only one uncomfortable.

Not so far from you was Kaeya, who was quietly drinking his usual alone in a more secluded part of the bar.

He was just observing people the whole time, wanting some alone time for himself after the finals— but also hoping to find some juicy gossip to talk about with his friends. Things were pretty dry lately, and he's gotta keep up his little title as 'The guy with who knows millions of secrets and gossip'. A dumb title, but it's something to be proud of when he can practically blackmail everyone.

Kaeya immediately noticed you and your friends when you came in, but he chose not to single you out as he knew you would both end up arguing, which would probably result in both of you getting kicked out of the bar.

Plus, seeing you drunk was a rare treat. You're like a feisty little chihuahua. A ball of angry cuteness. Seeing you drunkenly slurring your words made you look like such a little defenseless and confused bunny.

It was fun pissing you off, both sober and drunk. It's like angering a kitten; All hiss and no bite, it's just too cute to pass up the opportunity to whisper a snide remark about your grades or give you that little mocking smirk as he eyes you up and down. You're hot when you're angry.

Though, as much as he loves hearing you angrily nag at him, perhaps one day he could hear that voice of yours whimper or moan in pleasure.

It's unfortunate that he couldn't even get the chance to try and tease you before that random doctor appeared.

Kaeya had seen this guy before, having sat near him a couple on times out of coincidence. Like a professional, he instinctively listened in on his conversations with his peers and familiars, or while he was on the phone. Dottore sure loves to boast about successfully 'stealing and combining' valuable DNA from various pretty people and aristocrats visiting his clinic, he was sure this doctor was either a pervert or doing really shady business about 'Spliced DNA'. Probably both.

Despite the distance between the two of you being not too far, he wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying, relying on reading your lips and his.

And Kaeya has to admit— you have really pretty lips...

But what made him lose his cool was seeing the man suddenly placing his hands on you. Not a moment to soon, he slammed his cup down and quickly got up from his seat, the chair scraping against the floor and startling some people nearby. Though, they didn't dare speak up, seeing the scowl on his face and the obvious raging fire in his periwinkle eyes.

All under the guise of a half-assed smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir— but I think you have something that belongs to me?" Kaeya spoke in polite and calm tone, a hand fumbling inside his pocket as the other leaned against the table.

Dottore raised a brow and his grin falls, an unamused look plastered on his face. Meanwhile, you stopped struggling, needing a few seconds to stare at Kaeya and mentally register that smug look on his face. Though, you were too wasted to recognise the manacing aura that surrounded him, and the way his eyes— full of fury— bore into Dottore's.

"Oh god, wh-why are you everywhere!?" You hissed, narrowing your eyes into a glare, gritting your teeth.

"I should be asking why you're following me everywhere, kitty." Kaeya teased, emphasising his favorite pet name for you, flashing you a wink and a smirk that made you slur out incomprehensible gibberish in retaliation— though, once his eyes dimmed with irritation upon landing on Dottore again, his lips dropped into a frown.

"Pardon me, you mean them?" Dottore questioned, his tone laced with amusement as he kept one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other grabbing his wine cup and taking a slow sip of his drink— almost torturously slow, as though to taunt Kaeya. "Apologies— I don't see your name written anywhere on them."

"Neither do I see yours." Kaeya quips without hesitation.

His hand on the table balls into a fist, it was hard holding himself back from punching this weirdo and dragging you away from him.

"Scram, you fucking kids can't resist being so nosy and pry into someone else's business, can you?" Dottore grumbled, pulling you closer to his chest by your waist. You clicked your tongue, swatting your hand at his chest, it does nothing but annoy Dottore a little.

"You mean your shady ass business about drugging people and splicing DNA with other freaky stuff to sell on the black market?" Kaeya retorted. "And god knows what you've been doing after your clients are unconscious. Those 'sore bodies' and 'wet spots' they wake up with don't seem like mere coincidences to me."

Kaeya's lips curved into a smug grin, taunting and mocking people like Dottore who had no chance for a rebuttal was fun, especially you. But hey, anything to keep you safe.

Dottore slams his cup down onto the table, nudging you off his lap as his hands reaches out to grab Kaeya by the lapels. "Listen here, you fucking brat, I don't know what you've poked your shit covered nose into— but you just drew a target on your head."

"You stay out of my way and keep your mouth shut about my experiments, or I'll be slicing your balls off. Or would you rather have some valuable information of yours on the black market?" Dottore scowls, but that doesn't deter Kaeya's composure.

"H-Hey!... If anyone's gonna kick Kaeya's ass, i-it's gonna be me!" You hissed, disregarding the situation because you're feeling a lot more dazed now that there's a conversation going on.

"Kitty, just sit there and look pretty, M'kay?" Kaeya hummed casually, gripping onto Dottore's wrist as he glared right into his eyes with a sneer. "Sure thing, doc... but lemme remind you; My brother's on duty tonight and he wouldn't mind calling for those big and bulky men, that work for him, on your ass."

"After all... I've already got all the proof I needed." Kaeya adds, pulling out his phone, the screen displaying a recording app that had been recording the whole conversation. He slides a finger across the screen to show a number of recording with 'Creepy doctor' as the titles, he sure had a lot of blackmail material on everyone. "And this conversation isn't the only one." He hums after stuffing it back into his pocket before Dottore could steal it.

"Brat..." Dottore hisses. "Creep." Kaeya retorts.

As much as Dottore would like to rip Kaeya's head off, he knew better than to make a scene in the middle of a bar full of people and risk getting investigated. That would put both his job and experiments on the line.

The doctor begrudgingly lets Kaeya go and leans back on his chair, and it just boosted your blue haired rival's ego even more

Kaeya wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You froze, his warmth was undeniable comfortable and nice, it was unmistakably Kaeya— and that got you flustered enough to squirm. But Kaeya was more focused on keeping you safe first.

"Well, I'll be taking my leave and my [S/O]." Your blue haired rival hums.

"If I see you again, I'm going to kill you." Dottore threatened, his eyes narrowing with irritation when Kaeya only laughs boldly at his face.

"Only you can hope to be seen anywhere near here again." Kaeya sneers, before dragging you off by the waist.

Just as he predicted, Kaeya tightened his grip around your waist, careful to not hurt you but firm enough to prevent you from wriggling out of his grasp.

"K-Kaeya, jesus christ... do I look l-like some goddamn wooden plank to you!? Let me go!" You barked, slamming your fist against his arm in a pathetic attempt to free yourself.

He chuckles, continuing to walk while dragging you out of the club, waving a lazy hand to his brother— who sent a judgemental look at the blue haired male for handling his own crush improperly. But he returns to his work, Kaeya's shenanigans was not his shenanigans.

"So feisty~ Did you drink a whole wine factory or something?" Kaeya teased, opening the door to his car as he carefully placed you inside. Becore you could even think about lunging at him, he swiftly fastened the seatbelt across your body and closed the door.

"Did you... fight a cat or something? You look like shiiiiiiiit!" You dragged out, leaning your head on the window as Kaeya gets in the driver's seat. He chuckles, locking the doors in case you decide to be drunk and stupid.

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It was a surprisingly quiet car ride back to his place.

He occasionally spares a glance at you, his gaze softening each time when he noticed you're just sleeping peacefully, quiet snores being the only noise from you.

The car reeks of alcohol, but he was used to it since he drinks just as much as you do.

He had his blazer draped over your body, keeping you warm and comfy, you looked adorable when you're unknowingly snuggling into his clothing without realizing you're basically cuddling someone you loathed for the past few years... Did you just sniff his blazer a few times?

Thankfully, his brother wouldn't be back until near midnight. It would be just you and him... just like his perverted little fantasies he had about you.

Though, he was kind of disappointed that you were intoxicated. It'd be so much more fun fucking your brains out until you're reduced into nothing but a blabbering, stupid mess as he pounds into you from behind.

But no, it wouldn't be fair if you weren't aware or able to consent. Plus, his brother would be pissed if he knew Kaeya was taking advantage of someone defenseless.

Maybe next time when you're sober, he muses.

Kaeya tried to carefully carry you out from the car bridal style, so he could bring you inside for a more comfortable bed to rest on.

Unfortunately, you had felt his arm slip underneath your thighs, it jolts you awake. "Oi— Wh-What the fuck!?" You stutter out, trying to shove his face away from you.

He grunts, the downside of you being drunk is that you're also much more irritating than usual. But it's not like he wants to complain, knowing you felt a like a blurry and confused mess. But he'll take care of it, maybe he could get lucky once you've recovered.

Try to squirm out of his grasp as you might, he's way too strong and you're already really dizzy. "Calm down, you don't wanna throw up on this pretty face would you?" Kaeya joked, flashing you a toothy grin.

"Yes, yes I would." You deadpanned. Still sassy even under the influence of alcohol.

"Hey, at least you admit I have a pretty face." Kaeya hums with a shrug, bringing you inside with his blazer still draped over your body.

As he walks up the stairs, he takes his time to tease you to his heart's content, though it starts to backfire when each word he spoke met a snappy comeback from you.

It wasn't until he finally reached his bedroom that you let out an annoyed groan. "O-Oh my god, why are you so f-... fucking annoying!?" You barked angrily, it almost makes him feel bad, perhaps his words were making your head throb. He's seen you cranky a number of times before, but you seemed genuinely pissed off. Perhaps it was the alcohol.

But before he could even apologize, he felt your hands grabbing onto his side of his head. "If you're... not gonna shut up, I-I'mma sit on your face... and make you shut you up." You grumbled, squirming in his arms.

He lets out a startled noise, having to hold your body away a small distance his while still carrying you as you tried to reach for his face in a lazy manner.

Kaeya would've taken up on your offer if he weren't focused on trying to take care of you, he would be lying if he hadn't been dreaming about your thighs crushing his head as he ate you out until you were left trembling and begging him to stop while grabbing a fistful of his blue hair.

But he has to focus on the task at hand. "Alright, kitty. Save that for when you're not looking like a hobo covered in drool." Kaeya spoke with a dry chuckle, gently placying you down on his bed.

It was cute watching you melt as your body hits the soft mattress of his bed, nuzzling your face into the pillow. "Try not to actually puke, kitty. You'd be owing me more than sitting on my face if you left more work for me to handle." Kaeya joked with a quiet chuckle, patting your head as he drags a chair over to the bed.

He sat down, staying silent so he wouldn't disturb you as he waits for you to fall sleep.

"I'mma do... just that." You huffed, even lifting your hand felt tedious. But you couldn't resist flipping Kaeya off with a smug and tired look on your face.

He rolls his eyes, a small grin on his face. "Sure, if that's what you want. You can cockwarm me when you wake up tomorrow, how 'bout that?" Kaeya cooed, his tone lacking sarcasm.

Maybe he was pushing his luck right now... but, hey— he could be a little selfish from time to time, right? After all, he knows you would end up accepting his offer in the end.

"Get some sleep." Kaeya whispers into your ear, his lips grazing against your soft cheek. His gaze softens, running his fingers through your hair, untangling any knots while hoping you would fall asleep soon. "Sweet dreams."

It seems like it was working, he could see your shoulders slowly slump in relaxation and your expression softening. "Night, Kirby..." It was the last thing you slurred out before you ended up getting knocked out cold, the sound of your soft snores filling the room.

"...It's Kaeya, not Kirby." He snorts, shaking his head before turning off the lights.

Kaeya watched as your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, your lips occasionally parting with soft murmurs.

Maybe he'll get some back pain if he sleeps sitting on the chair, but he won't mind it since you look cute sleeping on his bed.

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A soft grumble erupts from your throat as you felt warmth on your face, something bright slipping through your eyelids and nearly blinding you.

You clenched your eyes shut tightly, before groaning again when the light didn't diminish. Eventually, your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the light shining down on the side of your face. You let out a lazy and quiet murmur, using your hand to shield yourself from the light. Why did you think placing your bed across from your window was a good idea?

"...Wait." Your eyes shot wide open, you don't remember your room having those curtains or window frame. That's not even the same bag or desk. Your nose picks up on the scent of alcohol and the familiar smell of cologne.

You sat up, but that proved to be a hastily made decision as you moved a little too fast. A throb in your head causes you to grimace and grunt, your fingers massaging your temples to ease the pain. Though, it does little to ease your hangover.

It took you a full minute to remember the events of last night, but that really wasn't much of a help since you barely remember anything at all. Everything was a blur to you and you were more focused on quenching your thirst at the moment.

"...Actually, where the hell am I?" You mumbled to no one in particular.

"Ohh, someone's awake~" A teasing voice sounded from behind the door, you weren't given a chance to react as it swings open, revealing that face you had been loathing for years.

"Fuck." Was the first thing you muttered.

"Language, kitty." Kaeya chuckles, closing the door behind him as he brought a plate of pancakes for you, accompanied by a glass of water and a small bottle of pills, presumably painkillers. "My brother's home, he wouldn't be too happy if he hears you moaning and groaning my name~"

You scooted away from him with a grumble when he sat on the chair next to the bed, but the burning sensation in your cheeks was starting to overwhelm you.

You're in Kaeya's house? Did you do something stupid again? Did you both end up making out? Did you accidentally sleep with Kaeya!?

Well the idea isn't too bad.

"Don't give me that face. I've got the doctor's shady business taken care of, he'll get some karma for touching you." Kaeya snorts, using a fork and slicing a small chunk of the pancake, he holds it close to your mouth. "You and I didn't do anything. I promise... just eat and lemme tell you the story of a kitten who got drunk and nearly got themselves abducted." He muses.

You scowled at him for a few seconds, but begrudgingly ate the food. It was just pancakes, but it felt like you were eating a five star worthy meal because you were famished. He chuckles when your face drops into a look of surprise and satisfaction.

But that look morphs into horror and embarrassment when Kaeya recalls the string of events from last night to you in uncomfortably clear detail, you end up burying your flushed face into your hands. And he donned that oh-so-familiar smug grin as he feeds you.

You wanted to sit on his face? You agreed to cockwarm him? You wished the ground could just swallow you up and erase your existence.

Meanwhile, Kaeya was having the time of his life, bursting into laughter at your reaction. "Oh, you should be lucky I decided to pity you instead of agreeing to your offer~" Kaeya cooed, lightly nudging your leg with his knee.

"Here's another offer: Go fuck yourself." You deadpanned, glaring at the blue haired male with a furious blush on your face.

He snorts, leaning his face close to yours, the smell of alcohol from your breath and pancake was heavy, your cheeks growing warmer as you hitched a breath and turned your face away from his— hoping Kaeya wouldn't be bothered by the smell.

The corner of his grin tugged upwards into a smirk, finding your embarrasment endearing, especially your attempt at masking it.

"I think I would need your help with that." Kaeya whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His voice was low, with a suggestive undertone, his periwinkle eyes meeting yours. For a brief moment, he recognised that flash of desire in your eyes.

"But for now... maybe get dressed." He pulls away, poking your bright red cheek in a playful manner as you flinched, shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts. "You can borrow my clothes and my bathroom if you want. Or don't... and smell like alcohol the whole day."

You were about to bite back with a snappy insult, but as soon as you spun your head to face him, you were met with a pair of lips against yours.

Your brain short-circuits, your eyes wide to the point you thought they were going to pop out of your sockets. A part of you wanted to pull him closer, but with your hands hovering awkwardly in the air, you just froze.

Kaeya eventually, painfully slowly, pulled away from yot. The kiss lingering on your lips, your heart and brain craving for another.

"Don't take too long, kitty~" Kaeya hummed, getting up from the chair with the now empty dishes and quickly leaving the room, you couldn't miss that smug look on his face. He clearly knew you wanted more, and he was going to take advantage of that by being the little shit he is.

Though... you sure as hell don't mind chasing after him and dragging him back to his room with you.

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