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i-literally-cant-with-this · 2 months

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Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing.

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.”

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mrzombielover · 2 months

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- slow ride ch1

feat. sinner!adam x fem!hotel worker!reader

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warnings: NSFW, enemies to fuckbuddies, adam and reader both suck, unhealthy relationships, size kink oooops, light degradation

a/n: oh my god this is so self indulgent. something is fr wrong with me bc all my favorite men are irrevocably fucked up and toxic and emotionally damaged and would treat me like shit teehee

wc: 2.2k

“You took my shame and you took my pride / And now you gonna take me for a slowride”

When even Charlie is trepidatious about checking someone in to the hotel, you know they’ve fucked up bad.

Adam had shown up, tail between his legs, admitting something about how he’s “desperate enough to try anything,” even this “stupid delusional humiliating hotel.”

Charlie, who’s more like an angel than Adam ever was, had ultimately decided that he could stay. After a lengthy and heated discussion, she’d reminded the group that the hotel’s policy states that everyone deserves a chance at redemption, regardless of the sins they’ve committed. Considering he killed your friend, you thought that was bullshit, but it’s Charlie’s hotel at the end of the day, and you’re just along for the ride.

You like Charlie, which is why you put up with having Adam around. She’s a good person- genuinely, deep down. There’s no hidden motives in her actions. You’ve not met many good people in your life, so she’s won your respect, even if you have your doubts about the hotel’s premise.

But for as much as you love her, you briefly questioned her sanity when she asked you to keep a special eye on Adam.

“…and how exactly is that the job of treasury secretary?” You deadpan.

“Wellll…” Charlie trails off, looking away for a moment. “It isn’t really. Buuut what if I was asking as a favor, for your friend?” She clasps her hands together, giving you a smile. You have to avert your eyes from the hopeful look on her face before your resolve cracks.

“No way in hell,” You say quickly.

“Please!”

“No,”

“Pleaseee!”

You bite your lip as you think. He’s obnoxious, yes, but what’s really the worst that could happen? You close your eyes and sigh.

“…you owe me one,”

You regret accepting every day. Nobody got along with Adam. Well, nobody except for Nifty, who seemed thrilled to have a real bad boy staying in the hotel. You, however, got along with him the least of all.

For someone who’d come to the hotel in his time of need- who was in no position to ask for anything other than forgiveness- Adam sure has a smartass mouth. It seems Charlie just wants to give you a brain aneurysm, that’s why she gave you this job. Even if that wasn’t her goal, that’s certainly the stage you’re approaching, because fighting with Adam everyday is 100% going to make you pop a blood vessel.

You can’t help it. Something about him- the way he acts, the forced proximity, just gets under your skin, makes your eye twitch. He should be groveling, begging for forgiveness, putting his heart and soul into bettering himself, yet all he does is bitch and moan. Constantly complaining would be one thing, hell’s full of whiners, but he also feels the need to voice every thought he’s ever had, which often includes insults and snide remarks about those around him. You’ve never been one to take that shit- though, nobody at the hotel really does. It seems to be much worse with you two, specifically, though.

The problem comes in because, as much as you hate to admit it, you might sometimes occasionally have some things in common with him. No, you’re not quite as loud or crude or obnoxious, you don’t generally insult people for fun, but if someone deserves it?

You’ve tore into people for way less than murdering your friend, showing up on your doorstep and being a pain in your ass 24/7, especially if you’re in a particularly shitty mood. Reduced people to tears for mildly inconveniencing you, having an annoying voice, wasting food, etc etc… all of which Adam does.

Generally, you’re apathetic to what goes on around you, especially at the hotel. You’re fed, don’t have to pay rent, and can pretty much do whatever you want, so dealing with the annoying, traumatized, dramatic residents and staff is a fair trade off in your eyes. Adam should, in theory, be no different than the rest of them to you. So you cannot, for the life of you, figure out what about him makes him so much worse than the rest.

You just try not to think about him as much as possible. But when you ignore him, he just seems to get worse.

“Jesus, you don’t think it’s a bit early to start drinking?”

You mentally groan as you hear his voice, avoiding eye contact as you crack open the bottle.

“I mean, Isn’t this shithole supposed to be for rehabilitation?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he opens the fridge.

“Why don’t you focus on your own rehab first, dick? Been weeks now and you’re still an asshole,” You snap, before taking a swig of your beer. He shrugs, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and placing it on the counter. He walks past where you’re leaning on the counter to get a glass.

“I mean, damn, you didn’t even try today, huh?”He laughs.

“Why are you pickin’ a fight with me right now?” You raise your voice a little, exasperated and too hungover to deal with this.

“oh, uh, i dunno… i’m bored?” He shrugs again, looking over to you with a self satisfied smile. You groan in frustration, then sigh, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“…and you wonder why your wives left you,” you mumble with a roll your eyes, turning to quickly leave the kitchen. you don’t see his face, but judging from the sound of a crash and footsteps quickly following you into the hallway, you hit a nerve. oh, god, here we go…

“you fucking junkie bitch!” he yells after you as you stomp up the stairs.

“you’re proving my point right now!” you say over your shoulder.

“Like you have room to talk? Let’s bring up your love life, huh?!”

“oh my god shut up!” Angel yells through the door as you pass his room. “Every fuckin’ morning with you two!”

Adam ignores him, continuing to rant as he follows closely behind you, every degrading name he can think of spilling from his lips.

“…fucking whore cunt- whose not even fucking listening to me!” he says as you turn into your room. you turn, attempting to slam the door, but he sticks his foot in the gap and grabs the door, shoving it back open.

“what in the fuck is your problem today?!” you yell.

“it’s you, bitch!”

“oh my god- how do you care about anything this much? Seriously, it’s not that deep!”

you jump a little as he suddenly slaps the beer bottle out of your hands, the glass shattering loudly and the leftover beer soaking your socks. your jaw drops, outraged, and you can’t help the reflex to reach up and smack the side of his head.

“ow!” he yelps, and you raise your fists to hit him again, when-

“you- fucking bitch-!” he shouts. you cry out in surprise as he grabs your wrists and yanks you with surprising ease, shoving you roughly into the wall behind you.

theres a struggle, both grunting with the strain of pushing against each other as Adam wrestles to keep the upper hand. You go to knee him, but he moves quicker, slotting one of his legs between your own and pressing his body against yours to pin you completely against the wall.

then, something changes. he pauses, the close proximity seems to have finally registered in his brain. his eyes widen and you pause too, both panting, faces inches apart. his grip loosens, and a flicker of confusion crosses his features.

“wait, what’s-“

“shut up,” you snap suddenly. before you even realize what you’re doing, your hands are on his chest, and you’re shoving him towards your bed.

“take off your shirt,” you command as the back of his knees hit the mattress and he’s falling backwards. he quickly does as you say, looking up at you with wide eyes as you straddle him and rip your own shirt off as well. he mumbles a nice when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. you reach to tug off the sweatpants you had on, and as soon as you can kick them away Adam’s hands are on your waist and flipping you over. He hurriedly rips off the rest of his clothes before he’s back on you, leaning down to eagerly press kisses down your neck. you have to tilt your head to make room for the horns now permanently attached to his head, and you think of the irony of this situation.

the sound of fabric ripping followed immediately by two of his fingers finding your clit makes you gasp. you bite back a whimper as he begins to rub rough and sloppy circles on your clit. the pleasure doesn’t last long before he’s pulling his hand back, only to shove a finger inside your cunt quickly, and you gasp again. being so unprepared, the stretch burns a bit. fuck, has he always had such big hands? he’s gentle at first, as he works the single finger in and out of you, and once the pain subsides, he quickly adds a second one.

“Oh, fuck,” you can’t help the curse that slips past your lips, and before long you’re rocking your hips against his hand. his movements are rushed and sloppy, impatient as he stretches you out. he chuckles dryly, and you shoot him a glare.

once again, before long, he’s pulling away, and grabbing you by the shoulders to make you sit up with him. you whine involuntarily at the loss of contact, and the cocky bastard laughs again.

“So impatient, babe,” He grins.

“Shut up,” You say again, pushing him so that he’s sitting up against the bed frame. You crawl over to him, and straddle his lap. His hands find your ass, groping it roughly while you grab the base of his cock and align the tip with your entrance.

You both gasp in unison when you swiftly lower yourself to take his full length. A strangled moan escapes from your lips and you let your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder. Eyes squeezed shut, you wait so you can adjust to his size. Seriously, how had you never noticed how big he was before now? Prematurely, Adam angles his hips and suddenly thrusts up into you, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Oh you like that, bitch? Huh?” He says teasingly, running his hands up and down your back before moving his hips again.

“You have seriously got to learn to be quiet,” You retort through gritted teeth, reaching up to pull his hair from the roots. He lets out a groan, followed by a more pathetic whine as you begin to move on his length.

It must be all the pent up emotion, because you’re very quickly unable to speak beyond a few curses and wanton moans. Adam however, can’t seem to stop talking. Mumbling about how good you feel- for a whore, how he didn’t think you’d be so tight, how you’re so fucking sexy he wishes he’d done this sooner.

“Ugh, Adam- shut up!” You groan as you move desperately. He whines as you pull his hair again for emphasis, biting his lip as you feel his hips snap up into yours.

“Oh, god-“ You’re squealing, back arching as you can feel your whole body tense. You’re on top, but as you grow more limp, he’s holding you upright as he roughly fucks into you. “I’m close!” You warn, and it comes out a strangled sob.

You’re so, so close. Euphoria clouds your brain, and collapse onto him as he continues to hold you up to thrust into you.

You fall backwards, and Adam follows, caging you underneath him as he chases his own release now.

“oh- fuck- don’t stop!” You’re practically screaming as your orgasm crashes over you, and you wrap your arms around and claw at Adam desperately, fingernails leaving marks on his fleshy back. You only faintly register the breathless laugh he lets out at your state as he now pounds into you.

He slams into you with an intensity that forces the air out of your lungs, and even Adam can’t form thoughts or speak anymore.

“Oh, fu-uuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” He can’t believe the noises that are coming from him, but he also can’t find it in himself to care when you feel this good. You’re so sensitive, and still tight from your previous climax, and he can feel your pulse in the walls of your cunt as you clench around him.

Pleasure quickly turns to overstimulation, and you moan his name again, reaching up to pull at his hair, horns, wings, anything, as tears begin to prick at your eyes. Hearing you moan his name, seeing the look on your face, knowing he’s the one doing this to you is what he needed to send him over the edge.

“o-oh my god-“ he groans, hips stuttering as he presses his body as close to yours as possible, spilling his cum deeply inside of you with an actual moan.

He stays still for a moment, both of your breathing labored, sweat making your hair stick to your foreheads and necks, but you stay holding eachother. While both your brains are still fuzzy, thoughts muddled from the aftershocks, he takes a hand up and wipes your hair away from your face, and the tears from your eyes.

Eventually, he sits up and pulls out of you, rolling over to lay next to you on the bed. Neither of you say anything, too fucked out to think of the repercussions from your actions.

#!my stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #ok how do i tag this…#first man adam #first man adam x reader #idfk idc #!not sfw #female reader #this is like so cringe LMFAO #it’s ok tho idc😜

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wonillaa · 1 year

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ni-ki x reader

summary; you ask your friend who has been secretly crushing on you to help you with learning japanese, he attempts to make you believe he’s taught you the word bro when it actually means love. he fails.

warnings; smd joke.. that’s all

genre; fluff

note; hi i don’t know japanese so if i’m wrong on the meaning or misusing the word ai please let me know 😭 also for my ✨ anon!!!! thank you for requesting <3

to niki, no one else compared to you. as soon as he got your text, "hey, can you help with my japanese?" he canceled on sunghoon and told him he has better plans now.

"jay canceled on me too, is there something going on that i'm not invited to?" sunghoon raised his eyebrow at niki, questioning him. "there's no plans, i'm just hanging out with a friend" his mouth goes dry. "yeah ok..." sunghoon scoffs out a laugh and heads back to his room.

when you showed up at their front door he had to swallow his heart that was climbing up his throat. "hey yn, come in" he smiles and steps to the side. "hey. look at all this," you hold up your worksheets, "i hope it's fine, i'll buy you dinner" he shook his head. he’d never mind if it was you "that’s fine, can’t say no to free dinner."

an hour into the worksheets and niki started to get bored. listen. he's thought about the fact you wanted to learn his first language a million times, and he's overanalyzed your reasons over and over again. in the middle of practice he'll think about how you ask so sweetly about new words and phrases and it makes him want to lay down and cry, so he's decided he's no longer thinking about it.

"ok...next," he clears his throat, "how do you say let's go do something more fun" you scoff and look at him. "what's more fun than this..? now teach me how to say suck my dick” he fake gasps and turns to you. “like i’d give you the power of knowing that, absolutely not”

another sheet later and now he’s really bored, and if you’re joking around he will too. he does feel a little bad, but what you don't know won't hurt you…he thinks. before he can prank you into calling him pretty whenever you see him, “how do i say bro?” you ask. he’s never been the best at poker face, his smile dropping immediately, frowning like a sad puppy. “it’s ai.” he lies before he can even think about it. he thinks it over and comes to terms with telling a small lie won’t hurt. but his cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you say “ok then ai, let’s watch a movie or something, my brain hurts.” he doesn’t notice your mischievous smile as you put your worksheets away. “yeah, sure.”

your legs occupy his lap as you’re both invested into the movie you’ve decided on, guardians of the galaxy 2. you’ve both seen it plenty of times together, so you think it’s fine to break the news now. “hey niki” you whisper. his eyes don’t leave the screen. “ai?” he whips his head towards you with an open mouth. you raise your eyebrows, “uh…yeah?” his voice cracks a little. “do you think i’m stupid” “what? anyways. rocket’s on the screen now lets chat another time”

you sigh and rethink everything. is he serious? he’s the one who started this, why is he basically telling you to back off? “i know what bro is, idiot” you frown and pull your legs back in to curl under your blanket. “oh.” … “yeah oh. why are you messing with me” “why didn’t you tell me you knew i was messing with you” he throws back, trying his best to not laugh out of discomfort. or cry. “whatever, i’m telling you i know now,” you frown, “tell me what ai means. are you making me say something weird?” “you’ll have to pry the meaning out of my cold dead mouth ai”

you decide to let it go and pay attention to the movie. until your mind won’t shut off and you remember you can just look up the translation. you lower your phones brightness and quickly look up google translate, typing the word in. the word love loads onto your screen and your eyes shoot up to the boy across from you.

“riki are you in love with me” his eyes shut and his mouth opens in disbelief. “what?” “i know you are! why else would you try tricking me into calling you love?” you laugh and kick his leg. “it was just a little goofy joke- don’t even look at me. and stop laughing!” he groans and covers his face with a pillow. “don’t get embarrassed now…i feel the same about you anyway.”

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erenqueef · 18 days

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨★𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

warnings: mature content! - smut

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒷𝒷ℴ𝓇𝓃 𝒻ℯ𝓂 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

title: one date

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annoying. that's how you describe him. childish. why did he get on your nerves so much? was it his cocky attitude? his confidence? what was it? maybe it's his.. tall legs, or his blood sweating torso. the way he's heavily breathing-

"y/n." he snaps his fingers. "did you forget to drink your coffee this morning or what?" he asks with his signature grin. smiling despite the condition he's in.

the fight was over, it's been over. now it's just you two in this abandoned building.

you snap out of your daze, realizing you were zoned out on his scratched up body. "shut up, just- are you okay?"

"am i okay? im always okay y/n. im satoru gojo!"

"yeah yeah.. whatever. can we just go back now?"

"your always in such a mood. can i at least try and lighten you up?" he pouts.

you don't know if it's the messy hair or the fact his shirts ripped to shreds, or even the fact his piercing blue eyes are beaming into yours sense his blindfold is hung around his neck. but you feel something you didn't want to feel. and it was your wet underwear.

"lighten it up how exactly?" you ask crossing your arms, trying your best to control where your eyes are looking, which are flicking between his eyes and shoulders.

he looks to the side, like he's thinking really hard though you knew what he was gonna say considering he asks it all the time. looking back to you he grins again.. "one date, it's all i ask!"

"no."

"come on! you should feel blessed to have the best person in the world giving you this opportunity!"

"you're the most annoying person in the world." you scoff.

stepping closer, he lifts your chin to his gaze. "i can easily make you change your mind if you let me."

you bite the inside of your cheek, as much as you'd like to give in to him, you're too damn stubborn. "..how will you change my mind?"

"will you let me?"

"fine." you look off to the side again, are you feeling nervous? well that doesn't matter cause he forces you to look at him again.

"stop looking away." he smirks. "don't tell me im making you flustered.."

"oh please stop tooting your own horn."

"your tooting it too, your cheeks are all red." he smiles, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"you must be color blind." your eyebrows furrow, but you don't back away when he leans closer, you can feel his hot breath on you.

(play: party & the after party- the weeknd)

"you know, my six eyes are never wrong y/n, they're telling me to kiss you, actually that's my brain."

your heart thumps harder, your walls clenching to doll the ache of wanting something inside you. "you always get what you want like a damn brat, so im not letting you."

he leans in closer, his index finger and thumb now holding your chin in place. "but i know for a fact you want it too, don't you?" he says above a whisper, his voice growing deeper.

"i don't have to answer your questions, satoru."

"then i'll take it as a yes."

you open your mouth to speak but instead of words coming out a moan does when he smashes his lips against yours like a hungry animal. his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth to fight with yours for a battle of dominance.

your hands unconsciously find there ways to his stupid slutty fucking waist, how is this man sculpted better then you?

you feel him smirk into the kiss, witch pisses you off cause you know your giving in and giving him what he wants. but you want this too. and your pussy is basically screaming like a cat in heat.

grabbing beneath your thighs he lifts you up without breaking away from your lips for a second. your legs wrapping around his waist causing you to let out a breathily moan, your pussy pulsing against the bulge in his pants. he was already fucking hard.

he walks over to an old desk that was in the abandoned building you were in, placing you down. it was high enough where you can still feel his bulge pressing against you.

he lays you down, climbing right on top of you and grinding himself against your warmth. his lips breaking away from yours only to leach onto your neck. his lips warm and wet. causing a moan to slip from your throat. his lips felt so fucking good against your skin.

he sucks and grinds his teeth against your skin hard enough to leave a huge hickey on the side of your neck. it hurt like hell, but you took the pain just cause it's gojo causing it.

you feel his long lengthy fingers trail down your body, stopping right at your lower stomach before pushing harshly, causing your back to arch and you to let out a loud moan. damn it, he knows what the fuck he's doing.

he lets out a low chuckle. "so that does work.." he looks back into your eyes, he leans close but not close enough to give you the satisfaction of his lips, he wanted you to look at him. he slid his fingers under the rim of your pants before tugging them. "cmon at least help me a little."

rolling your eyes you lift up and help him remove your uniform pants. he backs up and stands on his knees above you. of corse you had to be wearing a thin layered pink thong today. you watch as his grin grows wider, he holds your legs by the back of your knees and pushes them to you, you hold your legs up for him as he looks down and grins at the puddle leaking from your panties, you were drenching wet at this point.

without warning his fingers press against your wet underwear, his finger gliding underneath the fabric and pulling them to the side, leaving your soaked folds to his sight. he hops off the desk and gets on his knees, he spreads your folds apart with his thumbs. you clench your walls in and out desperately. "satoru.."

"you're so fucking wet y/n." he asserts as one of his thumbs rubs between your folds and into your pussy. you let out a moan as he curls it in and out of you. "god your so wet for me.. who knew eh?" he smirks.

"shut up.." you lift your head and look down at him. your eyes lidded and your eyebrows furrowed.

"look at you barking orders as if im not the one in control here.." he grins, pulling his thumb out of you, under his fingernail flooded by your juices. he stands up and unbuckles his belt, he drops his pants and boxers freely, his cock was fucking huge. "cmere." he drags you closer to the edge of the desk, pulling you to sit up straight so your face to face. "im getting that date."

he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, using his thumb to rub it through your glistening folds before pumping his whole length inside of you with no warning.

a loud whimper escapes your lips as he throws your ankles over his shoulders, he wraps his arms around your back and picks you up off of the desk, holding you like you weighed a feather as he thrusts his cock in and out of you at a fast pace. "fuck, i hate you." you whine.

"you love me," he grins "tell me you love me." his voice became needy for words of affirmation, he wanted- no he needed to hear you say it.

"i-.." it was hard to even speak considering he was literally ramming into your pussy. "fuck."

"tell me, y/n. tell me you love me."

your eyes look into his, he looked so fucking beautiful up close. "i love you," you grit your teeth. "and i fucking hate you."

he presses his lips against yours he places you back down on the desk with his member still deep inside, paused for a moment before pumping it into you again as you lay your back down on the desk. "atta girl." he smirks, grabbing at your thighs as he pounds you. "now tell me you belong to me."

"satoru!" you angrily moan.

"do you want to cum or not."

annoying, like i said. "im.. yours."

he climbs on top of you and flips one of your legs over so your on your side. "good girl. how bad do you need to cum?"

"so fucking bad satoru."

"cum with me y/n.. im so close." he closes his eyes and starts to heavily pant. "im gonna cum y/n."

"look at me satoru.. im close too.." you whisper between moans, it was hard to keep your eyes open but also hard to look away. the face he made as he quickened up was so fucking sexy. your so mad at yourself right this second but it doesn't matter. gojo was on top of you, fucking you like a fucking champ.

he grits his teeth. "im cumming." his speed picks up, the only thing to be herd was his skin slapping against yours and his deep grunts and your whiney moans.

"don't stop!" you whine, "im-" your orgasm washes over you, your walls tightening around his cock, causing him to let out a hot moan, he was done cumming but he wasn't gonna stop till you rode out your orgasm.

"fuck y/n. you look so hot right now.." his lidded eyes watch you as you ride out your high on his cock, allowing you to buck your hips against him.

once you were finally done you both stop moving to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out of you as a mixture of his cum and yours spills out of you. "i hate you so much." you breath.

"not uh..." he teases, grinning again as he leans in and pecks your lips. "so, did that convince you enough?"

you smirk. "no."

"aw come on, im gonna pick you up tonight at 7, and we're gonna have a good time."

"i cant stand you satoru, your a pain."

"i know, but you love me!" he winks. "be ready at 7 or else im gonna have to fuck you till your crying next time."

★

#gojo satoru #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #oneshot #smut #jujutsu kaisen #satoru smut #gojo x y/n #wattpad #jjk oneshot #spicy content #anime #jjk #18+ only #18+ content #gojo fluff

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moodymelanist · 22 days

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Last anon again, for more of an angsty wlw Nessian maybe Nesta finding out that Mor is Cass's ex and getting insecure about it? Only if that vibes with you of course!

just something quick from when I was waiting for the eclipse to peak earlier 🌘🌘

“That’s your ex?” Nesta seethed the second Mor walked into the party, turning to look at Cass with as fierce of a glare as she could muster up. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I didn’t know she would be here,” Cass replied with a grimace. “It’s not like I planned this!”

Cass had invited Nesta as her plus one to Rhysand’s birthday party, and to everyone’s surprise, the ever-elusive Morrigan had been in town long enough to actually show up. Nesta had never met the other woman until just now, although she’d heard plenty about her over the almost eight months she and Cass had been officially dating.

Perfect, golden Mor, with her sunny smiles and bubbly personality. She was the exact opposite of Nesta, and God, did Nesta fucking know it. She was actually personable, people seemed excited to see her, and she had to be one of the most gorgeous women Nesta had ever seen.

What the hell was someone like Cass doing with someone like Nesta when Mor was in her orbit? Nesta was all sharp edges and snarky comments on the best of days, and seeing Mor in the flesh was like a slap in the face. Cass could be doing so much better; who the hell was Nesta to think she deserved someone like Cass—

“Sweetheart,” Cass said, calling Nesta’s attention back to her. Her girlfriend was biting her lip a little nervously, and Nesta would’ve felt bad for worrying her had she not been so caught up in her own head. “You okay?”

“She’s just…” Nesta trailed off, not sure how to answer the question. “I just don’t get why you’d settle for me when you already had someone like that.”

“Settle for you?” Cass repeated with an incredulous little laugh. Nesta’s eye twitched a little at being laughed at, and Cass sighed heavily. “Sorry, sorry. I just — Nes, why would you ever think that?”

“Because she’s actually nice and friendly and a way better person than me,” Nesta grumbled. “So.”

Cass sighed again before guiding Nesta to a more secluded area of the bar they were in. “Where is this coming from?”

“I’d never actually seen her before,” Nesta eventually answered, wishing she was anywhere but here having this conversation about her feelings. “And now I’m just sitting here watching everyone love on her!”

“Not me,” Cass argued back with a little frown. She pushed some of her curls back out of her face before adding, “I’ve been over her for years, Nes. I love you.”

“What?” Nesta blurted out, shocked. They hadn’t said those words yet, and to say it here of all places…

“That wasn’t— I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” Cass answered. Her cheeks were turning a little red and she stepped in closer to Nesta. “I’m sorry.”

“But did you mean it?” Nesta asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Yes,” Cass told her. “Sweetheart, come on, how couldn’t I feel that way?”

“You already had the best,” Nesta muttered.

“You’re not a fucking downgrade,” Cass snapped, clearly losing her patience a little bit. “She fucking cheated on me! Why would I want to go back to that?”

Nesta felt like a little bit of an idiot, but to be fair, they hadn’t exactly talked about it. “Oh.”

“And even if she hadn’t,” Cass continued, clearly on a roll now, “you’re way out of my fucking league, and I’m in love with you, so why does this even matter.”

“Just— because,” Nesta answered lamely. It was a little hard to feel insecure when Cass had said twice now that she loved Nesta, but her brain seemed to always find a way. “I’m sorry. This was stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Cass automatically countered. “I just hate that you’re thinking about yourself like this, Nes.”

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Cass leaned down to give Nesta a kiss, her lips warm and soft against Nesta’s. “You ready to go back to the party now?”

“Yeah,” Nesta said, and then was embarrassed all over again when realized she hadn’t answered Cass’ words earlier. “And I love you too, you know.”

“I know,” Cass said back with an easy grin. She offered Nesta her hand and they both smiled a little goofily at each other for a few moments. “Come on, Nes.”

#Nessian #acotar #acosf #nesta archeron #cassian #pro Nessian #pro nesta archeron #pro cassian #moodymelanistwrites #anon asks #Nessian prompts #wlw!nessian

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alexsoenomel · 1 year

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I Like Your Mind (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, part 2)

Summary: A short story about how you started seeing Sam in a brand new light aka liking him. Part 2: losing your damn mind

You can read part 1 HERE

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1063

Note: Another oldie from me. Tbh not my best work but hey...it’s cute...I think. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

Ever since that night you couldn’t stop thinking about Sam…Your mind was just Sam, Sam, and Sam. Why? You didn’t know. It just kind of happened. You were already really good friends. Would it kill him to be more than just friends?

Ever since that night things got a little bit awkward between the two of you. Of course Sam was completely oblivious and you were too busy freaking out. Every time he would talk to you, you would blush or just nervously play with your sleeves and rings. Every time he’d get close to you, your heart would just stop. He was so smart and generally a very good person with a kind heart and soul. Just being friends with him was a blissful torture, you didn’t want to end but at the same time you wanted more.

These thoughts had kept you up almost every single night. “Does he like me? Should I just tell him? Why?” All of these questions and no answers… You had known him for almost 10 years, why would your brain decide to fuck you up now? The world was a mess and you were in love…or something you couldn’t explain. One night, as usual, you couldn’t sleep. It was almost 2am and you craved ice cream and cuddles. You could only have one…

Ugh Christ .

You left your warm and lonely bed, put a sweater on and went to the kitchen. When you got your vanilla ice cream you noticed a light in the living room. Someone was watching TV…

You secretly wished it was Sam but your luck wasn’t working…instead you saw his brother with a bottle of whiskey and left over French fries in his hands, wearing his dead guy robe, lost in the world of dr. sexy…of course. Dean was like a brother to you, he was your rock, you just had one tiny problem that was slowly driving you crazy…Sam Winchester was his brother.

“Hey.” You said and sat next to him. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope. What’s up with you?”

“Just craving some ice cream.” You took a big spoon and shoved it in your mouth.

“At 2am? You look like a sad puppy. Spill it out.”

He had seen right through you. Even though you knew how to hide your feelings pretty well during the day, at night was a whole different story. When the Sun goes down, your mood is low and your thoughts are restless…

“Nothing just life…”

He looked at you with a “don’t bullshit me” expression on his face as he took a sip of his deadly drink. “Did someone die?”

“No.”

“Did someone banged then dump you?”

“For fuck sake Dean no.”

Then it hit him…

“Oh…”

“What?” You said feeling the anxiety kicking in.

“I forgot you like my brother.”

“What?!”

“Scoreeeeee.” He was such a child sometimes.

WHAT?! “How do you know?”

“When he came from his morning run all sweaty yesterday, you were drooling. You were more than obvious…”

“Crap. It’s not my fault your brother is perfect.” A sigh left your lips as you felt the embarrassment now kicking in. You just ruined everything. Those stupid feelings were now going to ruin everything you had with Sam and your ability to hunt like a true professional. Love makes us do crazy things and sometimes those things get the best of us.

“First of all, no and second, why don’t you just talk to him?”

“I don’t want to ruin everything. He’s my friend, my family I don’t want to fuck it up over a lame little crush.”

“Dude…” Dean laughed.

“What,dude?”

“He likes you, you idiot.”

“Yeah sure.” You said now feeling like complete shit. Dean maybe thought Sam had more than friendly feelings towards you but you knew better. It seemed far too unreal.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.”

“He told me (Y/N).”

You froze completely. It was like someone poured a mixture of euphoria and anxiety in your brain and not so gently mixed everything up and confused you. “He- he did?”

“Well not directly but he asked me if something is wrong with you because you have been acting strange lately around him.”

“That doesn’t prove-“

“I also caught him checking out your ass multiple times.” He cut you off.

“I still don’t believe you, I’m going to bed.”

“Good night you ass.”

“Good night idiot.” You said and gave him a peace sign before you left the room and went to bed.

You had finally managed to get couple of hours of sleep without any problems. You haven’t had any bad dreams…or any dreams at all; it was just a blissful black hole your brain was in. You didn’t mind it really, besides your dreams were most of the time more fucked up than your entire life.

******

As you lazily opened your eyes, you noticed only darkness. You had to pee. First you looked at clock that said 5am. “Two hours without waking up? Nice.” You thought as you left your room to go to the bathroom. Your eyes were half closed and you were still in clouds. Once you were done, you thought you went to your room. As you laid on the bed you thought it was yours, you noticed something moving. The covers were warm as you thought for a split second “Why does my bed feel different?” You were too tired to answer your own question so you decided to ignore it. You maybe went to Dean’s room by mistake, he was two doors next to you and between the two of you was Sam’s room. You snuggled against the warm body and fully closed your eyes. As soon as you started to drift the body lying next to you moved. You felt strong hands wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. Something was off…

“(Y/N)?” You heard his voice as he whispered into your ear. But it wasn’t Dean.

“Sam?” You were wide awake now. Fully aware of what just happened your brain wanted you to just leave, but your heart…”I’m sorry I missed my room.” You said lazily. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” He said and placed a kiss on your neck. As his lips touched your skin you could feel yourself blushing in pinch black. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too Sammy. Good night.”

“Good night.”

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wisdomssdaughterr · 1 year

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GOOD RIDDANCE BY GRACIE ABRAMS

best : nancy

And I destroyed every silver linin' you had in your head || All of your feelings, I played with them || Go ahead, we can just call it conditionin' || We were too different, you were so sensitive || Gave me the best of that, I was so negligent || Now, I feel terrible 'bout how I handled it || And now, I, now I bet you resent || All of me, all of it, angry, blocking me over the internet || Promise I don't forget all of my fault in this || 'Cause look at me, I'm alone, sitting here, stayin' home || All of my self control kinda got difficult || But I deserve it though, I deserve it though

I know it won’t work : max

I'll open up || And thinkin' everythin' you wish I wasn't || The call was tough || But you're better off, I'm bein' honest || So, won't you stop || Holdin' out for me when I don't want it? || Just brush me off || 'Cause I'm your ghost right now, your house is haunted

I should hate you : will

I should hate you, I feel stupid || Like I almost crashed my car || Drivin' home to talk about you || At my table in the dark || All I ever think about is || Where the hell you even are || And I swear to God I'd kill you || If I loved you less hard

will you cry? : lucas

Now, you walk through me with my heart heavy || Breakin' my reverie, I could die early || With your arms 'round me, habits go slowly || Would it not kill to say goodbye? || When you talk, you get shallow || Where I'll walk, you don't follow || When I scream, you're my echo || Will you cry if I let go? || Pieces broken || All we left unspoken || Aimless, hopin' || Left my mouth wide open || It's kind of funny when it goes from all to nothin' || You have to laugh before you start to cry || 'Cause now I stop myself from holdin' onto somethin' || That makes me feel a little less alive

amelie : el & max

I met a girl once || She sorta ripped me open || She doesn't even know it || She doesn't know my name || We sat on the sofa || She asked me a million questions || I answered and by eleven || Memorized her face … || Tell me more, I would give all my time || All your words felt like a nursery rhyme || Comfortable, handin' you my whole life || When all of your words felt like a funeral rite

difficult : mike

Oh, I know || Spiralin' is miserable || I should probably go back home || Why does that feel difficult, difficult? || And oh, I hope || I wake up invisible || I'd be someone no one knows || I guess I'm just difficult, difficult || Oh, I know

this is what the drugs are for : will

In the middle of the night || I got caught inside a fever || I almost called a hundred times || Just to ask if you might leave her || She appears in dreams || Chasin' after me || Look, now I'm alone again || I've gotten used to sleepin' here without you || Though I've tried, I can't pretend || That I don't sit around and think about you || Look how I just lost a friend || I'm burying your things inside my bedroom || Old distractions, in the end, don't work || I'm left to sit and think about you || Like all I ever do is think about you

the blue : jonathan

I wonder if you know || If you can tell I'm losin' || I'm going down without a fight || I don't know how you do it || You say we share a brain || Apologizing for it || But take it as a compliment || You make me really nervous … || You came out of the blue like that || I never could've seen you comin' || I think you're everythin' I've wanted

right now : el

I'm so high, but can't look down || Left my past life on the ground || Think I'm more alive somehow || I feel like myself right now || I'm so tired, but can't sit down || What if this is it for now? || Think I'm more alive somehow || I feel like myself right now

#stranger things #stranger things moodboard #el hopper #will byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #jonathan byers #lucas sinclair #gracie abrams #good riddance #st moodboard collection

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errorryx · 1 year

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the synonym of companion

read on ao3 | 3rd life/double life, grian & scar, 2.5k words

a while ago, i took an english vocabulary test that was circling on tumblr, and this question stuck out to me a lot. i finally got around to writing the fic it deserves. grian and scar's relationship is up to personal interpretation.

fool

Scar wants to take control of the entire desert, and for some reason, he’s chosen Grian to help him. Grian has to drag him all the way across the seed to get his point across: the desert is far too large for them to defend it. They’d be better off going after dark oak. Smaller, he’s sure, and easier to defend.

“What if we just mine it all?” Scar asks.

Grian just laughs at him. When he gets back to the village to meet with the group that’s settled there, he recounts Scar’s hair-brained scheme to them. They all have a good laugh at his antics.

It’s what Bdubs says before that, though, that sticks with him. “Is Scar your jester?” he asks, and Grian looks behind him to see Scar perched on top of his chair. Smiling widely, just waiting for Grian to turn around and notice him.

It’s easy to laugh at Scar when he never stops smiling. Every insult thrown his way is water off a duck’s back. Nothing sticks to him, and nothing can dissuade him from a bad idea if he’s got his heart set on it. It’s what makes him fun to be around at the best of times, and it’s what makes him dangerous at the worst.

In a game like this, Scar is a very dangerous friend to have.

“Scar!” Grian shouts. “I think you’re my soulmate and you’re too busy chasing fairies!”

If Scar hears him, he doesn’t show it. He keeps swimming after his allay, not a care in the world. Joel listens, at least—he hits Scar again, the final nail in the coffin. Grian screams in frustration as he takes damage in perfect tandem with Scar, knowing he’s doomed.

Somehow, Scar misses all of it. Too focused on his stupid allay to pay attention to his real soulmate right in front of him.

It’s second nature to tell Joel and Etho not to clue him in. It’s a great joke, watching Scar run around without a clue that his soulmate is right beside him the whole time. But as time drags on and Scar misses hint after obvious hint, Grian’s irritation keeps growing. Finally, he gives in and goes to find Scar in the jungle, surrounded by pandas.

The first time he tries the trick with the dripstone, Scar turns his head away at the last second. Even though it takes a good chunk of their shared health, he doesn’t move from his spot, waiting patiently for Grian to get to the point.

How can you be this stupid? Grian wants to yell at him. If Scar doesn’t think Grian’s his soulmate, why would he stand where Grian asks him and let his guard down so completely? What does it say about Scar that he would trust Grian with his life when Grian’s already demonstrated his willingness to hurt him?

What does it say about Grian that Scar will do all this, but won’t even look at him?

“Look at me,” he says, and breaks the dripstone again. Scar looks.

“Oh my gosh,” he says, and Grian laughs, mainly out of relief. They’re more than half dead now, but at least Scar finally knows they’re together.

mirror

In the morning, Scar stares at him with green eyes.

Grian stares back, feeling sick. This can’t be a repeat of the desert, he reminds himself, not when they’re a matched pair. They’ll kill and die together.

Grian’s spent all this time chasing after Scar that he doesn’t know what to do with him now that he has him. Put him in an obsidian box with stacks and stacks of food, maybe. Throw some pandas in there and he’ll even be content with it. That way, Grian can go about his business without having to worry about Scar’s wellbeing.

He doesn’t need the trouble that Scar brings with him in spades. Even if it makes his heart rush, even if the adrenaline is addicting and it worms its way inside his head until he can’t think about anything except blood. The bloodlust is Scar’s thing, and this time around, Grian is above such notions. He wants to build a house. He wants to get his gear enchanted and build up defenses and keep them nice and safe. He wants to win.

He doesn’t want to look at Scar and see everything Grian’s trying to hide written all over his face.

Grian’s on green and Scar’s on red and there should be an ocean between them, but the deal isn’t off. Grian’s just thankful that it hasn’t occurred yet to Scar that he could satiate his bloodlust right here, right now, on someone who’s contractually obligated not to fight back. He watches Scar pace around the site of his second death, muttering to himself.

“Scar, I won’t kill for you,” Grian says.

Scar looks up. “Well, of course not, silly. You’re not red. You don’t need to.”

Need? Is it really a need? Judging by Scar’s frantic movements, he might just be telling the truth.

But killing was one of the first things Grian did in this game. It’s what got him here. He feels it even now, an urge he ignores most of the time, but not always. Grian kills when it pleases him because it’s what he knows, and there’s no room for that in a place where lives count for so much. He ought to know better. He ought to be able to stop.

Grian is a green life, and Scar is red. They have far too much in common.

They kill together, of course. It comes as no surprise when they die the same way.

entrapment

Scar keeps all his pandas in a tiny hole in the ground. While building the walls of their keep, Grian peeks over at them sometimes. They're always moving, twisting and writhing in their tight enclosure as if it’ll help them break free.

He’s constantly tempted to jump down there and break a block so they can escape. It’s not as if they’ll have enough time to wander away before Scar gets done with the panda sanctuary, and Grian can always blame an enderman or another player for releasing them.

He doesn’t free the pandas. He shouldn’t be wasting his time feeling sympathy for a bunch of mindless animals.

He builds his layered walls up higher and higher. Once he’s at the top, he looks up at the sun, no closer than it was before he started. At his freedom, no closer than it was in the desert. At Scar in the distance, hard at work constructing a much nicer prison for his pandas to live out their days. Soon Scar’s enclosure will be finished, and he’ll lure his stupid animals over with the promise of bamboo, and they'll follow him helplessly. They don’t have a choice.

Grian wonders which part of this is supposed to be the bamboo.

He misses his wings. He suspects it wouldn't make a difference if he had them. He could fly up and up and up, and never get any closer to the sun.

It's his fault.

Scar dies and it's his fault. Grian can repeat until he’s blue in the face that he didn't do it on purpose, but it's still his fault and there's no getting around it. Scar looks at him with yellow eyes and Grian looks back and feels nothing but fear.

He's not afraid of Scar. He's afraid of being stuck with Scar. It's that fear that pushes him to accept the duty of keeping Scar alive, despite the fact that no one, not even Scar, seems to expect him to take it.

That's why he's here, isn't it? To confront his worst fears? He's been running from things he can't face for years now. Pledging himself to Scar is hardly the worst fate he can imagine, as much as he likes to pretend otherwise.

“I’m legally obliged to be with him,” Grian says to anyone who will listen. The rest of the greens laugh like they don’t believe him. But Scar, with his yellow eyes and his unshakable smile, accepts Grian’s word at face value, and that makes it much easier for Grian to accept it too.

This alliance lasts as long as the green in Grian’s eyes, and no longer. He could fling himself from the top of this sand dune right now and it would be over. That knowledge ought to comfort him, if it were true.

The longer Grian survives, the less he believes his mantra that he’s here because he has to be.

He owes so much more than a life in a death game. He will owe more than he's worth for as long as he continues to hide among normal players. His debtors want his satisfaction, and they want his pride.

It's his fault. Scar is yellow, and undeserving of the debt of scrutiny Grian carries with him.

Grian’s pledge to try to keep him alive is not motivated by kindness. It's the height of selfishness. At the cost of Scar’s safety, he doesn't want to be trapped alone.

partner

It’s him and Scar against the world.

It always has been, even when it isn’t. Now that they’re red, all their enemies are temporary allies, but that lasts as long as the yellow names do. Soon it will be Grian and Scar against everyone else.

Scar antagonizes people, especially on red. He puts himself in danger and only ever makes it out through sheer luck. His violent tendencies don’t stop when he’s green or yellow, but he’s worse when he’s red, reckless and paranoid at once, a dangerous combination. Grian is never safe with Scar on his side.

Scar reaches for his hand, and Grian lets him. He’s never been safe with Scar, but somehow, on red, feeling two pulses in perfect unison, he’s never felt safer in his life.

It’s him and Scar against the world.

It’s been this way since Scar first became red and maybe even earlier. Maybe as early as when Grian stood in the ashes of that godforsaken creeper crater, unwittingly hatching a plot to tie the two of them together.

It's far from the first misguided scheme to blow up in his face.

Regardless of his many failings, with Scott’s death, there's no one else left in which Grian can put any confidence. Just him and Scar against everyone else. The thought should sober him; instead, it fills him with a sick excitement. Scar has nowhere else to turn. He's dependent on Grian to keep him safe.

He thinks the rush of battle might be the best feeling in the world. But he's proven wrong when Scar kills him and he wakes up red, when he gathers his things and goes right back to Scar’s side. It's him and Scar against the world, of course, and when the world is just Bdubs, it's an easy victory. The red rage is so strong, and he's so weak. He could burn himself to ash so easily this way. He could kill and die without remembering to care about any of it.

It’s just him and Scar at the end of the world, and Grian isn’t ready for the world to end.

Grian’s world ends abruptly, anticlimactically.

At first he's furious, robbed of the ability to see his feverish plans come to fruition. There's no joy in dying to another one of his own half-baked murder plots. His red life is gone, and with it, all of his delight, all of his righteous anger, all of his strange priorities and stranger dreams.

Scar's heartbeat is gone from his chest. Grian didn’t want it in the first place, but its absence is a thousand times more painful than its presence ever was. He's never wanted anything more in his life than the very thing from which he spent the whole game running.

Scar is dead and it’s Grian’s fault.

Scar is not an idiot. He's not some living reminder of every mistake Grian’s ever made. He's not a punishment from the powers that be. And while he may call himself Grian’s from time to time, he is not Grian’s to keep.

Grian has been denying Scar personhood for as long as they've been playing this game, in an effort to relieve him of the guilt from which Grian suffers. He's kept Scar in the dark, and worse, he's used Scar’s obliviousness to his benefit, all under the guise of protecting him. Never once considering that Scar, given the choice, might not choose Grian’s idea of salvation.

It paints him in a deeply unflattering light. The soul bond itself wasn't enough, apparently. It took this cataclysmic loneliness for him to come to the realization that Scar is just as deserving of autonomy as Grian. It seems he’s incapable of learning his lesson until it's been thoroughly beaten into him.

He's preparing to throw himself a pity party when Scar finds him. Two ghosts meet each other's gazes, and Grian finds nothing that he deserves in Scar’s colorless eyes.

“Well,” Scar says breezily, as if the heart Grian craves doesn't lie still in his translucent chest. “Not a very fun ending, but we gave it our best, didn't we?”

Grian did not give it his best. Grian hasn't given anyone his best in a long, long time.

“Scar,” Grian says, “if you knew something so terrible that just knowing about it hurt, and it affected someone else too, would you tell them?”

Scar’s unshakable smile slips. Just for a moment it slips, and in that moment, Grian swears he can feel Scar’s pulse as his own. But it's too fast to be sure, and Scar goes right back to smiling like he’ll never stop, not even for the end of the world.

He never stops smiling. Not when Grian lands the last blow, and not when his eyes roll up behind his sockets and the back of his head hits the sand with a miserable finality. Scar is dead and it's Grian’s fault and he never stops smiling.

“Maybe you should ask them whether they want to know or not,” Scar suggests. His smile is audible in every word he speaks. It's never felt like such a slap in the face.

He's right, of course. Grian despises how right he is. “Do you want to know something that will hurt?”

Scar tilts his head and fixes Grian with a very genuine expression. Like he knows already. Like he doesn't know, but it won't hurt him to find out, any more than it hurts him to stay in the dark. “It's you and me against the world, right?” he asks. “If that's true, I think we're better off both knowing what we're up against.”

He can almost feel his wings on his back again. When he jumps, it's like flying.

“Let's get out of here,” Grian says. It’s like falling from a cliff when he takes Scar’s hand, in the way that it’s like flying. “Let’s get out of here, and I’ll tell you everything.”

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#desert duo #scarian #trafficshipping #my writing #i don't usually post full fics to tumblr just ao3 links #so hopefully this is formatted well #my stuff

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Review: Dr. Cha (2023)

Dr. Roy Kimberly is the answer to the question of “Can a doctor also be a complete himbo?”

Synopsis

Cha Jeong Suk has been a homemaker for 20 years, raising her two children, taking care of her inconsiderate mother-in-law, and making sure her absent and perfectionistic husband gets three meals a day. When she gets a life-altering diagnosis and subsequent surgery, she becomes determined to live her life for her. This includes returning to her medical career as a first-year resident, at the very hospital where her son and husband work. Oh, and her husband’s lover, who is hell bent on breaking up their marriage. This show follows Dr. Cha as she carves out a life of her own from the life everyone wants (and needs) her to live.

MZ Overall: 6/10, the second half was better than the first???

I really needed a turn-off-your-brain-and-enjoy show, and this pretty much fit that bill. It does take a long time to really enjoy, especially if you think you are there for the romance (which I was). The pacing is very annoying if you are looking for that type of show. However, this was a nice change of pace in the sense that I became more invested in the second half. I’m not sure how I made it to that point, but I did and I’m happy for it. Usually with a rom-com type, I fall off after the main couple gets together. The chemistry between Dr. Kim and Dr. Cha was enough for me to follow through I guess!

MZ Review

I don’t have too much to offer here! I did not feel invested in this show in the usual way, but it was entertaining enough that I kept watching. The pacing and the way that some of the information is introduced is awkward, and the tone of the show will give you whiplash with how quickly it changes. I did wonder how long it would take Dr. Cha to divorce her husband though, AND I wondered if her and Dr. Kim were gonna get together??? You’ll be asking both of those questions all the way until the end, I regret to inform you. I was also hoping Seung Hee was going to resort to drastic measures at some point, since she for whatever reason seemed committed to being Dr. Seo’s wife. I don’t think this was ever done satisfactorily, though her daughter definitely made up for it.

AC Overall: 8/10, iS dR. cHa A sCoRpIo?

MZ and I began watching this drama together, and the first few eps we watched were stupid silly in a way we both appreciated. Dr. Cha’s antics after getting the surgery and determining to reckon with everything wrong in her life was a DELIGHT....then she starts as an intern (first-year resident) and she seems to have yet another personality shift, back to the overly caring, endlessly forgiving, and purposefully ignorant Dr. Cha we were first introduced to. The show does shift a lot: first third was fun and cool, the middle was a huge reversion, but the last third became emotional, and propelled everyone forward. My investment also rollercoastered similarly, but I found that as I continued watching, it wasn’t giving me what I wanted, but what I needed. Come for the light-hearted reckonings but stay for the deeper ones (with fun moments in between--the drinking scenes were my favorites). Rather than approaching it as a typical rom-com, I’d suggest keeping an open mind and looking elsewhere if you want romance and quick resolutions.

Also, MZ goaded me into continuing to watch (I was on the fence at one point) by saying Dr. Cha might be a scorpio (like me) and STILL HAS NOT TOLD ME WHY AND I DON’T APPRECIATE IT.

AC Review (spoilers)

I usually use my reviews to rant about things that went wrong in the kdramas I pick, but here I’ll focus on what’s right, and could be easily unappreciated if you treat it like your average kdrama.

Elephant in the room is Dr. Cha and Dr. Kim’s relationship, which was primed to be the ultimate romance in the beginning, but ended up being lackluster. The rapport they had was more than your average doctor-patient, or even colleague-colleague relationship, but good old Dr. Cha didn’t even blink at Dr. Kim’s over-the-top attentiveness, even after her friend insisted he was romantically interested in her. But, I appreciated Dr. Cha’s graceful rejection once Dr. Kim finally confessed, emphasizing that she wanted to live enjoying the mundane. I think we’ve been primed since forever, some more than others perhaps, that romantic feelings should--and even have to be--acted upon (within reason, of course). So the rejection comes as a blow to most (especially since Dr. Kim seems like a great catch). I appreciated that she didn’t all-of-a-sudden develop feelings for him, or even entertain him for the heck of it. She was thoughtful in her consideration of what their relationship might be like, and in the end stood for what she wanted--a great departure and moment of growth for her, considering how she went along with her husband’s (and daughter’s!) foolishness for so long. And good for Dr. Kim too, because at the end of the day she also may have saved him from a life that might’ve been toooo mundane. (And we got to see him happily dating at the end too!)

Dr. Seo and Seung Hee also had a questionable arc I couldn’t have guessed but ultimately appreciated. I really did not understand Seung Hee’s character AT ALL--howwww, whyyy, .... I don’t have words to express my confusion over her motivations. And she seemed just as confused as I was, doing simultaneously the most and the least. Her “fighting” for her man was childish--all facial expressions and no actual umph-- and too reliant on her daughter’s actions. AND her giving up was equally like...what?? We didn’t actually see her grow as much as we saw her told by her DAUGHTER and her RIVAL that he’s not worth the energy and pain. Dr. Seo himself seemed to know he couldn’t show up for Seung Hee like she wanted him to, and cowardly begged for Dr. Cha’s forgiveness as a crutch. But, I was satisfied when Seung Hee ultimately “talk to the hand”-ed him and seemed to actually move on from the man tormenting her all these years. And I doubly appreciated Dr. Seo looking ridiculous in literally every single person’s eyes for last few episodes-his turmoil really carried the ending for me.

All in all, everything in the drama pretty much worked out as it should have, with: Dr. Cha and Seung Hee committing to themselves and profitably forcing Dr. Seo to make up for his bullshit with the building and the extra work, Dr. Seo’s mom finally taking care of the household herself, Dr. Kim finding romance elsewhere, the daughters focusing on themselves rather than vindication, and the son reaffirming his desire to be a surgeon-without his father’s influence. I honestly enjoyed the ending quite a bit, despite how different the show turned out from where it started.

(I will agree with MZ that it really didn’t look like Dr. Cha was actually serious about getting divorced once we were in the thick of it, and I was really questioning if maybe she also had a little brain tumor or something?? Like I kept wanting to shake her and be like, DO YOU REMEMBER ALL THE SHIT YOU REALIZED HE PUT YOU THROUGH LITERALLY TWO SECONDS AGO?! BUT nO, YOU’RE FOCUSING ON BRACELETS?!...But the lull in the middle wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.)

#dr. cha #kdrama #kdrama review #K-Drama

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The Short Book of Mortals - 2.5

Not Alone, After All [part 3]

pov: Malcom Pereira

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"Oh." Alex rolls back his shoulders and lets his gaze shift to the floor, seeming to actually consider the question. Still, I probably shouldn't have expected more than the "I don't know" that I get. Trying to make Alex Marachiato stop feeling sorry for himself really does take a toll. Especially when your brain drifts to all those crystal-clear memories of him smiling and laughing and perfectly at ease, way more comfortable than he is now, curled in and ashamed of himself. "It's just…" he begins, and the impatient part of my brain screams, Jackpot! "He's so much better than me, you know? More charismatic, more sociable, more involved…" Alex's voice trails off, and the furrow in his brow deepens. "Did you just call Corry Keens sociable?" I ask, deciding to go with jokes as my tactic. Alex looks up at me, at the very least curious. "Dude… doesn't he kind of hate humanity?" And Alex cracks a smile. A stupid, dorky, (I think, half-hysterically) beautiful smile. "I guess he does." I turn back to where Corry and Jason are still playing as Tommy's wingmen, which seems to be going well if you don't pay attention to the fact that Tommy still looks relatively clueless about the fact that Melita Anderson is very clearly trying to get in his pants. "And doesn't he look a little tired?" Corry doesn't, really. He looks like he's doing relatively fine. But I highly doubt that Alex, in his current state, is going to discount me saying that his boyfriend needs somebody to lean on. And, because all of my plans are flawless and I am amazing, it works. "I guess he does," Alex says again, though this time with more focus, seemingly distracted by the event of staring at Corry with such intensity that if this was a cartoon, he'd have heart eyes too big for his head. To me, he asks, "Do you think I should go over there?" "Obviously, man," I reply, giving him a supportive pat on the back (read: a shove that might've been a bit harder than I intended) in Corry's direction. Jason notices him first, before he's slung his arm around Corry's shoulders so sloppily that I finally realize he's drunk, and begins back in my direction. "Where is it?" I ask, leaning back against our column. "Where's what?" Jason asks, feigning confusion as he pulls a flask from his inside pocket. "Please, Malc. I'm not an idiot." "I know," I reply, leaning over and taking it just as he goes to pour more vodka into his own half-empty solo cup. "But so am I. Which is why this isn't happening." I hold the flask out just far enough so the parent chaperone walking by doesn't even have to stop to grab it, meaning she didn't see our faces, meaning we go another day without being given detention for sneaking alcohol into a school dance. Again. "You know that was stolen, right?" Jason asks, watching as Mrs. Herrera marches towards the nearest trash can. "Of course I do." I lean closer, resting my arm around his shoulders and turning him to join me in watching as the last of the vodka is dumped out. (If you're wondering where, look no further than Mrs. Herrera's need for an Uber home.) "After all, Laurier, I do know you." He turns to me, raising an eyebrow. "That rhymed." "Yeah," I reply, feeling the grin growing on my face. "And I know you hate rhyming, too." He tries to bite back his smile, but it doesn't really work. I never fail to make him laugh. "You're smiling," I tell him, reaching up to jab his cheek with my index finger. Are we close? Yeah. Currently physically closer than regular best friends? Yeah. But you know what? That doesn't matter. He's not my best friend. Someday I'm going to get to tell people that.

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The Jonicles - Entry 5

Note: This is the fifth entry of The Jonicles, hence why the date does not match when this is being posted. This was written back in May to June of this year before I started this blog, and there will be errors or developments in how this series was being written. Please enjoy (or don't enjoy) the fifth entry of The Jonicles!

It is the 31st of May, 2022 at 6:09 am (nice) and I'm freezing my nuts off. It is Tuesday, which means the day of reckoning has passed, but that begs the question: What did it cost? It is also #13 of my Jon Arbuckle hyperfixation. I have gone past 10 days which means my sanity has gobe far too low to salvage.

I meant to write this entry before, but I had to do schoolwork and I kinda forgot to. I've also been exhausted from it all.

But I have a very important thing to document. On the 28th of May, 2022 at 4:41 pm, I purchased Garfield Kart: Furious Racing on Steam for $2.15 as it was 90% off. This is a monumental moment because, unlike the original Garfield Kart, Garfield Kart: Furious Racing actually seems to run properly on my computer, which is real nice! Initially when I bought the game, I thought it would be a sequel, akin to Mario Kart 8 in a way. But I was pleasently surprised to find out that Garfield Kart: Furious Racing is more of a remaster of the original, with better graphics, higher poly models, that same golden soundtrack and, oh my god, it has multiplayer!?!?!?!? Ayo!?!?!?!?

But one of the best parts about it is that when I launched the game and went into the control settings, it's actually functional and doesn't go all wack on me! Heavens above! This is obviously the best god damn racing game I have ever played in my entire, pitiful 16 year existence.

Jokes aside though, this game is... actually really good! It's like if you took the original game and buffed it up to 100 (whatever THAT means) and gave it a fresh coat of beautiful bright orange paint to go along with it. It's smooth, quite polished and oh my gosh Jon looks even cuter than he did before. Just look at that stupid little polite smile on his face, it's adorable :)

Anyway! I can actually drive without the entire game lagging! It's not as smooth as butter but it's smooth. I made a rivalry with Arlene and Nermal, killed Garfield by throwing a pie at him and making him flip off the side of a bridge on Palerock Lake, glitched out the camera and commited vehicular homicide. I even won a race! But there's still one thing that I'd like to address...

Jon still feels lesser when he loses a race, and I just need to say this again: Jon, so matter how low you feel, no matter what place you get in the race, no matter how fast you drive, you are still special to me. You still mean the world to me even when you feel you mean nothing to the world. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose if the race, you are still first place in my heart... and my brain, which I gladly and warmly welcome you into with open arms. It's only been over a week, but it feels like an eternity that I've had this fixation on you for, and I cherish every bit of it. Drive on, Jon. Love you buddy.

Last edited at 8:56, 1st of June. I... really wish school wasn't in the way all the time so I could finish writing these.

Kinda surprised I didn't go into all the nitty-gritty details when writing this one. Like, I could have talked about the higher poly models more, Jon's presence, the improved UI and higher quality music, the improved courses and how cool it is that you can actually play with your friends on Garfield Kart for the first time. I feel like this entry coulda' had more potential, to be honest. But eh, oh well. It's what it's, I suppose.

That picture of Jon reversing in his kart is super cute, though. Look at him, he looks so polite and goofy....

Cheers,

Your Local Jonnoisseur

Posted on the 20th of July 2022, 7:00 am

#jonicles 5 #garfunkle kart the sequel?#it really is more of a remaster though #just with some new features #i mean it has a few problems #but the sheer quality of Furious Racing makes the concept of a Garfield kart racer less weird

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sdr2lovemail · 2 years

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Okay okay okay okay hear me out! Your roommate au but Vanessa is y/ns girlfriend and she doesn’t go to work that night. And so here’s y/n coming home with the animatronics and Gregory also y/n is really chaotic and does stupid stuff all the time and gives Vanessa a heart attack

I love Vanessa, grumpy women <3. This one gets a little angsty because I can't help myself. Besides that it's pretty silly.

This is like where Vanessa isn't related to Vanny or Afton in any way. She's just Vanessa.

I hope you enjoy!

There’s a healthy amount of brain cells between Vanessa and her partner but they all belong to Vanessa

“So…What do we do now?”

“That is a great question, Gregory.”

You, Gregory, and a group of animatronics stand outside the burning building of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex. Though you were all a good distance away, the heat of the raging fire still ran warm on your skin. Everyone was beat down, tired, and broken. Even Moon, who clutched the scorched children’s drawings close to their chest. Your uniform was covered in soot and you were sure there was a metal rod going through your arm, but you didn’t dare look.

“Tech–nician, couldn’t- we…justleave- in your ca-r.” Monty garbles from Chica’s shoulder. His voice box suffered damage from the fall and heavy amounts of smoke.

You thought about that for a moment. Did you drive here today? No, you didn’t. You specifically remember your girlfriend telling you to not do anything stupid while she wasn’t there. “Nah, I was dropped off today. Besides, you guys are too big to fit in a car.” Your gaze shifts over to the Fazbear Entertainment moving trucks. “But you could fit into a truck.” If you were quick, you could set it up before the fire reached the loading dock.

“Superstar? Where are you going? That is dangerous!” Freddy was just about to set Gregory down and chase after you.

“It’s okay, Freddy. I can hotwire a truck in no time flat! Just trust me.” Freddy let out a robotic sigh. You were determined as always, always ready to help someone in need- did you say hotwire?!

True to your word, you were able to get the truck up and running. It was a great distraction from the searing pain in your arm. You load the animatronics in the back and buckle Gregory up in the front with you. Would Vanessa mind you bringing them home? Nah! You were sure it would be okay! Vanessa loves them!

Through the small window connecting the front and the back, Roxanne speaks up. “Hey…Where are we even going? I don’t think many places would just accept us walking around.”

“Oh! Don’t worry about that guys. I’m bringing you home with me. I’m sure my girlfriend won’t mind, she’s pretty chill.” The rest of the ride was silent. Most of you are still processing the night or mildly bleeding out.

You pull up into the front of your house. It’s not amazing but it’s perfect for you and your girlfriend. And now it’ll be better with your 7 new roommates! Even better that you were trying to butter your girlfriend up about getting a kid, and look you just found one!

Unloading the animatronics and bringing them inside was easy. Figuring out what to do next was the hard part. You hear shuffling in your bedroom. Your dear lover must’ve heard you return home.

“Okay you guys, now I said my girlfriend was pretty chill, but something like this might come as a surprise. So, give me a few minutes to ease Vanessa into it.”

There’s a strained sound of confusion from Chica and a ‘wait’ from Monty. “Vanessssssa- likethe…night guard-”

“Be right back!” You disregard the confusion from the animatronics to turn down the hall. Instantly brightening up upon seeing Vanessa. “My baby! Aw, why are you up? Did I wake you?”

Vanessa, clad in her pajamas, lets out a yawn. “You’re home from work pretty early, babe.” She takes a minute to wipe the sleep from her eyes. “Did something…happen…?”

You look worse than you feel. With the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, it’s easy to ignore your multiple injuries. Vanessa’s heart sank. She leaves you for a night and you’re on the brink of death!

“[Name]?! What…What happened?! Why are you covered in soot and blood?” Her eyes travel to your arm. “Your arm!? What happened while you were at work?!”

“Funny story! Good news is we won’t have to stay up late to go to work! Because it’s burning to the ground as we speak.”

The blonde was exasperated. She steps closer to look at the damage without hurting you. “What do you mean ‘burning’?! Why are you being so nonchalant about this? You look like death!”

Before you could respond two voices could be heard from your living room.

“Sun. It is not nice to go through people’s belongings.”

“But Freddy! I’ve never been out of the daycare before! Everything is so new new new!”

Vanessa’s eyes grow wide as she looks at you. “No…You didn’t..” Easing past you, she turns the corner and is faced with 5 robots from her job and a kid. Oh god! Whose kid was this and why was he injured too?

“Officer Vanessa! Good, well, morning I believe.”

All Vanessa could do was pinch her nose bridge before turning to you. “Listen, I’m gonna patch you and this kid up. While I do that, you’re going to tell me what happened at work!”

“You call this chill, techie?”

“Oh my god…Shut up Roxanne!”

“Aw come on, honey. Don’t yell at her, she's having a hard night.”

Vanessa gazes at you. You’re unbelievable right now! “She’s having a hard night…She’s?! Having a hard night?! It’s 3 in the morning and you’re here with a metal rod in you! And you want to say she’s having a hard night?!” She sets her hands on your shoulders but is quick to back up once you hiss in pain. “...Why are you acting like this? Like nothing is wrong when you’re clearly hurting.” Her voice cracks.

With a shaky, pained hand, you cup her cheek. “Vanessa, sweetie, I’m sorry. I thought if I acted like everything was okay you wouldn’t worry as much. I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“Of course I’m going to worry. I love you.” Vanessa gently sets her hand against your own.

“Aw, how sweet!” Oh yeah, there were a bunch of animatronics and a little boy here.

Vanessa quickly pulls away. “Wow, forgot you guys were here. Anyway you,” She points in your direction. “Go to the bathroom, I'll be there in a minute.” She watched you walk away before turning back to the group. “Okay, it’s the middle of the night and I’m not in the mood for games. Little boy-”

“My name is Gregory.”

“I don’t care, Gregory. I’m going to go patch up my partner and then I’ll be back for you. The rest of you…” Vanessa sighs while rubbing her temples. “Just, don’t break anything.”

Vanessa makes her way to the bathroom to help her partner. You may have a heart where your brain should be, but she still loves you.

#vanessa x reader #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy’s x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator #daycare attendant #platonic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf imagines #x reader #roommate breach #romantic #vanessa fnaf #gregory fnaf #self insert

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Sing Me a Song

“You Geralt of Rivia’s bard?”

Jaskier looks up from his notepad and grins at the man who’s just sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Technically, I used to be,” the bard says, taking a sip of his ale. “We had a tiny misunderstanding last year. I’m sure he’s gonna be fine, though, I’m just giving him some time to cool down and wallow in self-pity.”

Jaskier frowns, because his brain has finally caught up with his mouth and informs him that even though the man who asked the question is very pretty (and he is – a bit short, but lean and clearly very agile, brown-skinned, with dark, wavy hair and stunningly unnatural green eyes), he also has got two big, scary swords strapped to his back, way too many scars and has, in fact, only one green eye, the other being covered by an eye patch, presumably missing.

And then there’s the Cat school medallion on his chest.

As Geralt would say… fuck.

“Unless you’re here to kidnap me and torture me to lure him into a trap. If that’s the case, I’ve never met a Geralt of Rivia in my life. Also, if you harm a hair on my head, he will hunt you down and kill you, very slowly and painfully. Just a heads up,” Jaskier smiles, utterly failing to sound at least a little bit threatening.

“Thanks for the warning,” the Witcher laughs. “But I actually need you to write me a song.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid this bard already has a Witcher to praise,” Jaskier protests, shaking his head firmly.

“Ugh. Who says I want praise?” the man says, making a face. “I just can’t seem to find a friend of mine, so I need to make him find me.”

“With a song? Do I look like a fucking pied piper?” Jaskier smirks.

“A little, yeah.”

“Fair enough. What’s in it for me?”

“What do you think is going to happen once Geralt hears that his bard has found himself a new muse?” the Witcher grins.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, chuckling. “Oh, but that’s good.”

“Are you in, then?”

“Absolutely. And, uhm… What did you say your name was?”

“By the gods, where are my manners?” the Witcher laughs. “I’m Aiden.”

Geralt places two tankards of ale on the table and sits down with a grunt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, Wolf,” his brother Lambert smirks and promptly pulls one of the tankards closer. “Because that almost sounded like Vesemir when he’s trying to get up from his chair.”

“You’re so fucking funny,” Geralt murmurs.

“I know, right?” Lambert grins, tucking a strand of curly red hair behind his ear. “So, how’s life on the Path without your beloved bard?”

“Not my bard.”

“So pretty fucking terrible, eh?” Lambert chuckles.

“Fuck off, Lambert.”

“You’re being very nice and friendly today, you know?”

“I bought you a drink. So shut up and… drink.”

Lambert shrugs and for once does what he’s told. Within a few seconds, half of the tankard’s content vanishes.

“If it’s any consolation, life without my Cat is also pretty fucking unbearable,” he says then.

“Hm.”

“Oh, really, Geralt? You’re using your famous hm against me? Me, your brother?!”

Geralt groans.

“By the gods… Why can’t I just run into Eskel for once? Why does it always have to be you?”

“You’re just lucky, I guess.”

“Lucky. Yeah.”

Lambert rolls his eyes and focuses on his ale again – until the local bard grabs his lute and starts playing a slow, romantic ballad. Lambert growls.

“Fuck, I hate that song!”

“Why?” Geralt blinks, because he’s never heard the song before, and to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t really sound that bad.

“A brown-skinned woman with dark hair who’s seemingly killed, then comes back to life already plotting her revenge, only to find out that her lover’s already avenged her? Always reminds me of Aiden.”

“Aiden wasn’t exactly… A woman, was he?”

“He also hasn’t come back to life, as far as I know,” Lambert mutters.

“Who wrote it?” Geralt frowns, listening carefully. “It sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Some Master Dandelion. Never heard of him, but it seems he’s very popular now.”

“Hmmm…”

“Oh, not again!” Lambert groans.

“It just… It really does sound like Jaskier’s song.”

“You just fucking miss the bard, Geralt, that’s all.”

“No. No, I actually think…”

“That might be exactly the problem,” Lambert says and places his empty tankard back on the table. “The second round’s on me.”

“Seems like your plan’s not working as intended,” Jaskier comments. He’s spent weeks traveling with Aiden, and they still haven’t even heard about another Witcher trying to find them.

“I’m aware,” Aiden mutters, chewing his dinner without even noticing its taste – which is, honestly, probably for the best. “Could you be, like… less subtle?”

Jaskier shrugs.

“I suppose.”

“Fine,” Aiden nods. “Do it.”

“It’s a man now,” Geralt frowns, listening to the song he’s heard countless times already. “That’s new.”

“Looks like Master Dandelion might like to, uhm, dual wield,” Lambert snorts.

“It still sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Does Jaskier like to dual wield?”

“Hmm,” Geralt says dreamily.

“All the more reason to apologize, then, eh?”

“Oh, shut up, Lambert…”

“Still not working!” Aiden groans. He’s been waiting for three months for his Wolf to find him, and to no avail.

“I could, you know… Try something more obvious,” Jaskier offers.

“Please.”

“It’s a cat now,” Geralt blinks. “Dark-skinned, dark-haired… cat.”

Lambert sighs.

“Yeah, I hate those fucking metaphors.”

“I’m starting to think I should have just… kept trying to find him,” Aiden sighs, staring out of the tavern’s window.

Jaskier, cheeks still flushed from his performance, downs his ale and shakes his head.

“Don’t give up hope just yet,” he says. “I’ve already made a few changes to the song.”

“Oh, have you?” Aiden smirks. “Does it now say Lambert, I’m alive you moron, stop hiding and fucking find me?”

“Well, not yet… But almost.”

“Great. I can’t wait to hear it.”

Lambert is staring at yet another local bard singing the fucking ballad. He doesn’t even blink. Geralt is getting a little worried that his brother’s brain might have actually exploded.

“It says a Cat Witcher now,” he says, hoping it would get a reaction out of Lambert.

The redhead finally blinks. That’s probably good.

“A Cat Witcher who comes back to life only to find out his Wolf lover has already avenged him,” Geralt adds.

Lambert blinks again.

“And you know, I’m almost sure that this Master Dandelion is just Jaskier’s new alias.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Lambert mutters when the song finally comes to its end.

“Which one of them?” Geralt smirks.

“Both of them!” Lambert growls. “I swear to gods, if I find out your stupid bard stole my Cat…”

“Excuse me, madam,” Geralt says to the innkeeper who’s just brought them their dinner. “Where did your bard learn this song?”

“That sappy ballad?” the innkeeper frowns. “From this Master Dandelion himself. He passed through the town last week with a Witcher.”

“And Master Dandelion…”

“You know the bard that calls himself Jaskier? It’s him with a fancy hat on,” she smirks.

“About this Witcher,” Lambert growls. “Does he look like in the song?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Kind of small for a Witcher, and almost too pretty, you know, but we had a little griffin problem and he slayed that beast like it was nothing, so…”

“I’m so gonna kill them both,” Lambert murmurs while Geralt has to try very hard not to chuckle.

“Would you happen to know where were they heading?” he asks.

“I would,” the woman says and looks at the Witcher expectantly.

“I see,” Geralt sighs. “You have another monster problem, don’t you?”

“Well. It turns out the griffin probably had a mate…”

“Of course it fucking did,” Geralt nods and picks up his fork. He simply refuses to deal with this with an empty stomach…

Jaskier critically eyes the clothes he’s picked for tonight’s performance.

“What do you think, Aiden?” he asks his companion. “Isn’t the purple a bit too much? It’s a small town, after all. Wouldn’t the steel blue look better?”

“I don’t know, I like the red one best,” Aiden shrugs from his spot on the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Reminds you of Lambert’s hair,” Jaskier says, rolling his eyes. “Melitele’s tits, I wish he’d find us already, because this is getting really–”

As if on cue, the door of the room slams open and a big, red-haired man walks in.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells when he sees Aiden.

The dark-haired Witcher beams and gets to his feet.

“Lambs!”

“Oh. Okay. That was fast,” Jaskier nods.

Lambert growls and grabs Aiden by the collar.

“Asshole!” he hisses. “I fucking mourned you!”

“Oh, honey, that’s so sweet,” Aiden smiles.

Lambert pushes him against the wall, so hard that Aiden grunts.

“I cried for you!”

“In my defense, it wasn’t exactly my fault,” Aiden smiles.

Jaskier inches towards the door.

“I guess I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

Needless to say, Lambert ignores him completely.

“I fucking avenged you!”

“Yes, that was very kind of you,” Aiden grins, utterly unaffected by Lambert’s angry face so close to his own. “You saved me a lot of trouble.”

Lambert groans, buries his face in Aiden’s shoulder and sighs deeply.

“You fucker,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I missed you too, puppy,” Aiden smiles, wrapping his arms around Lambert.

Jaskier, who’s already standing in the doorway, places his hand on his heart and takes a deep breath.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I shall write the most beautiful ballad about this… Ow!”

He’s unceremoniously dragged out of the room and this time it’s his turned to be slammed against the wall by a big, angry Witcher – but this one is white-haired and dressed all in black.

“Geralt!” Jaskier exclaims, his face brightening up.

“You won’t write a fucking thing,” Geralt growls.

“Is that so? May I ask why, dear heart?”

“Because you’re mine. My bard. And if I ever find out you’re writing about another Witcher again–”

“Then what?” Jaskier asks, cocking his head. “But before you answer, I’d like to remind you that I am not yours anymore, as you have made it quite clear on the mountain that you are not interested in having me as a companion–”

Jaskier is effectively shut up by Geralt’s lips pressing against his with determination that makes it absolutely clear that Geralt hasn’t merely lost his balance and happened to be falling in Jaskier’s general direction.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Well,” Jaskier sighs, slipping his fingers into Geralt’s hair. “When you put it like that… Fuck the mountain, I suppose.”

“Fuck the mountain,” Geralt agrees. “But I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“Apology very much accepted,” Jaskier laughs. “I’d ask you to fuck me, but I’m afraid my room is currently… occupied.”

Lambert’s loud moan only confirms Jaskier’s statement.

“Hm,” Geralt hums. “Do you think this tavern has a bath? I think I still have some griffin blood in my hair from last week.”

“Oh,” Jaskier purrs. “Oh, yes. And I’m sure I could get some chamomile oil…”

They hear another moan, this time Aiden’s.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Geralt grins and grabs Jaskier’s hand. “Come on, bard. We have some catching up to do…”

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #lambden #lambert x aiden #idiots in love #(but mostly they're just idiots)#aiden lived bitches #major character resurrection #they're stupid your honor #my fics #attempt at humor

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Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀

PART TWO

Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive

Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!

Part 3

🌌✨🌠

“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”

You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.

Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.

“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.

The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.

A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.

“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.

He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.

“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.

Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.

He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.

The next few moments were spent in silence.

Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.

“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.

“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”

“I know!”

“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”

You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.

“No” he admits glumly.

You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.

Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.

“Kay”

You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.

“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.

“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.

Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.

“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”

You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.

“Your turn”

You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.

Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.

Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.

He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.

As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.

Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….

Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.

Like right now…too close…too hot

Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.

“Ow! ow! Ow!”

You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.

You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.

You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.

You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.

One foot in front of the other.

Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.

Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.

As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.

Just one word, over & over & over again:

Alpha

Alpha!

ALPHAAA!!!

With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.

Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.

When the door opens you stumble inside.

The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;

“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.

Fuck is very right.

#katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #alpha bakugo #alpha bakugou #Katsuki bakugou #bnha omegaverse #omega reader #shorties

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hongism · 3 years

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05 - j.wooyoung + lingerie (18+)

» j.wooyoung x gn!reader » 18+ dni if minor, nsfw/pwp » language, feminization, lap dancing, strip tease, bratty wooyoung, manual stimulation, grinding, cum eating, dirty talk, finger sucking » wc 3.3k » link to masterlist

you’ve almost come to the conclusion that tonight was a complete and utter waste of time when your eyes pause in their subtle search across the room. it’s fast, and you almost miss him because of how quickly you’re surveying the club, but you have to backtrack at the sight of the pink head of hair. it’s not too out of the ordinary — not for a club like this one at least, and frankly, the face connected to the stark hair entrances you more than the hair does. the friend at your side seems to notice where your gaze keeps lingering, elbow careening into your ribs seconds later.

“like what you see over there?” she giggles, most likely amused by how you jolt and startle with the contact.

“he’s pretty,” you mutter back as you strain your neck a little to catch sight of the rest of him. he’s not up on a stage with the other dancers, not wrapped around a pole or anything like that, so you can’t get a full and clear view of what he’s wearing.

“he doesn’t perform with the others, i hear. solo performer, and only does private shows.”

sure, there’s a stack of money set aside for this particular reason, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to cave and spend it all on this one man.

you aren’t.

it’s not going to stop you from getting up and going over there to get a better look at him.

“i’ll be back,” you mutter, picking up your wallet and drink with the same hand. you’re hoping it won’t look obvious to your friend, but the laugh that follows your movements is telling enough.

“have fun!”

you step through the crowd of couches that are mostly full of older men and women, apologizing each time you cross in front of them and accidentally block their view of the dancers. your target hasn’t moved, still lingering near the bar with a drink set in front of him as he also indulges in the sight of the dancers on stage. you’re almost fooled into believing that he’s simply a client here and not actually a worker, but there’s a certain sway to his hips and head against the music thumping through the club that says otherwise. he moves his body too well even with subtle and small movements. elbows propped up on the bar counter behind him, a lollipop dangling from his fingertips and periodically going up to catch on his tongue, and that pretty pink hair bouncing with each movement he makes. you’re enticed in an instant.

the obscenity of his outfit doesn’t help one bit either. and perhaps obscenity is a bit too strong a word to describe it, but your brain goes to static and white noise the more you see of him, and it’s easy to see why that is. a sheer lavender crop top that does nothing to hide the lace bralette underneath, along with a pretty plaid skirt that tapers his waist almost too well, belts and buckles hanging from both sides and jingling when he sways his hips in time with the music. the further down your eyes go, the more overwhelmed you get because he’s got fishnets (of course) that lead to chunky black combat boots. he looks simultaneously quite out of place here while also seeming like there’s no other logical place for him to be. your steps towards him falter a little; it’s no wonder that he doesn’t have anyone at his side right now. he’d outshine them without even trying, and the air around him feels a bit untouchable as well like he’s too good for anyone’s presence except his own and the bartender behind him. the thought to turn around and return to your friend like a dog with its tail between its legs crosses your mind. that’s all it does though because as you shift to act on that thought, sharp eyes snap over to meet yours across the bar counter.

opposite ends of the spectrum, separated by at least ten barstools if not more, plenty of other people in front of him to look at, yet the dancer cranes his head in your direction and makes eye contact.

your tongue darts out to wet your lower lip, an act more out of nerves than meant to be seductive in the slightest.

there’s no direct invitation to go further towards him. really all he does is incline his head slightly, and you take it as a cue to step around the barstools and walk over to where he’s tapping his chunky boot against the floor.

“hi.”

you startle upon hearing his clear tone, although you aren’t wholly sure why that’s the case.

“hello,” you greet in return. you keep your glass caught firmly between your fingers as you sit in the barstool beside him. he looks even prettier in this light — with blinking up at him from where you sit and the neon lights cascading over his face and hair. there’s a stunning beauty mark under his eye, and another on his lower lip under the sheen of pink lip gloss. something sparkles under his eyes and in the inner corners, what you can only assume to be eyeshadow and glitter.

“i caught your eye, huh?”

there’s a twinge of embarrassment that shoots through your body, and you duck your chin to your chest, clearing your throat as quietly as you can like it’ll dispel the nerves accompanied by the feeling.

“cute,” the man continues. his sweet tone is almost like honey, or some syrup that tastes like it could be too much after a certain point. “wanna buy my time then?”

the offer comes so quickly that you’re a bit shocked. all these people in the club and yet not one has approached him? or accepted his offer? it seems far too unbelievable.

“you’re not gonna ask me anything first? my name, my age, anything like that?”

he laughs for the first time tonight, and you think you’ll grow to love that sound by the end of it. the lollipop pushes back between his lips only for him to make a show of how he swirls his tongue around the ball of candy. when he pulls it back out, it springs free with a lewd pop in its wake.

“you’re the first one tonight who’s stopped me to ask that. most just jump straight to it. i’m wooyoung. and you?”

“y/n.”

“hmm, it’ll sound prettier coming from my lips later.”

your brain buffers and hits a wall. you lose whatever thought was lingering in your mind, and wooyoung has the audacity to flash a grin and send a wink your way.

“you’re in luck tonight, y/n. i only start taking clients at ten o’clock, and it’s two minutes past ten right now.” a strobe of neon red flashes over his face, illuminating his eyes in a way that makes your heart jump in your chest. “assuming you want me, that is,” he adds through a stretched grin, and you wouldn’t dream of denying him the pleasure of hearing your affirmation.

“yes, i’d like that quite a bit.”

wooyoung leads you off to the side of the club, where the hallway of private rooms begins, and he wastes no time in bringing you into the nearest unlocked one. you’ve got your wallet still clasped between nervous hands, but your drink was long forgotten on the bar counter you found wooyoung at. it’s fairly standard for this type of room, nothing to gawk at or make note of aside from the metal pole that stretches up to the ceiling. you’re certain your attention will be firmly planted on wooyoung throughout the entirety of your stay here, so you aren’t worried much about making yourself at home.

the dancer seems keen on the same as well, or at least he’s excited to get started. knowing how much money you’ve got in your wallet, you can’t blame him for the excitement. he turns to face you after shutting and locking the door, skirt billowing around his thighs a little. you think you see a flash of lace underneath, tucked under the fishnets, but that could very well be merely a wistful thought and nothing else.

“lay down,” he demands, motioning to the short round table right in front of the couches.

“um…” you blink from the white surface to wooyoung’s serious expression.

“what? never had a lap dance before?” he quirks a brow and flashes another dastardly grin, and you hate the way your stomach flips over at the sight of it.

“not one where i’ve had to lay down, no.”

wooyoung huffs out a laugh and pops his lollipop back into his mouth. he steps around your awkward, still form to put one of his feet up on the pristine white surface. the boot releases a hollow noise when it hits the table.

“oh, you’ll love it, i promise. now come on, on your back, legs relaxed. i’ll make it worth your while. and your money too, we hope.”

wooyoung’s little tilt to his chin and the soft bats of his lashes are what convince you to do as told. you slip your shoes off next to the couch and tuck your wallet away in one of them lest wooyoung has the bright idea to make off with all your belongings. then you scramble over the slick surface to lay flat atop it, eyeing wooyoung as he hums and steps up fully on the table over you. his feet straddle your body, right in the gap between your hands and hips, and he pushes that stupid lollipop back between his lips.

“here are my rules, y/n. no touching, no kissing on the lips, no marking, and no demands. you’re here for a show, so i’ll give you one. and maybe i’ll use you to get off a little too? what do you say?”

you suck your lower lip between your teeth, contemplating his words and rolling them over in your mind a bit.

“and if i say no?”

“then i’ll give you a simple lap dance, and that’ll be that. and don’t worry. if i cum… i’ll clean up after myself. you don’t have to do any work really, if you don’t want to.”

“if i don’t want to?” you echo your question.

“how do you feel about sucking my fingers?”

your dumb and stuttered blinking are answer enough for him, and wooyoung leans over to the couch, balancing on one foot as he stretches to reach for something on the cushions. the position give you a far too direct view straight up his skirt. you get confirmation that you did indeed spot lace — a matching set with his pink bralette it seems on top of that.

the music that begins to thump through the speaks is foreign to you, not a song you’ve ever heard before, but the beat is sultry enough for you to understand why wooyoung would play this.

and truly, when he starts to move above you, you fully understand the appeal of this angle. getting to watch the way his skirt sways and teases what’s underneath as his cropped top flutters with his winding movements — it’s a heady feeling being under him and seeing this unfold over you.

wooyoung does his job, and he does it well in only a few swaying moves that promise more to come. if you had to make a comparison, you’d say it’s like watching art in motion, an exhibit where the artist shows you each stroke and twist of his brush. that’s wooyoung now, with the showcase of how he stretches his arms to the ceiling and brings them down the front of his body. the dim lighting in the room does nothing to make the mood less than what it is — pure seduction at its finest, and wooyoung is quickly bringing you down that pit of lust with him. you only know that’s where he’s headed as well because of how his skirt begins to tent a little as time goes on, evidence to how turned on he is by merely dancing to the music. he hasn’t gotten down far enough to even have physical contact with you, but with the way he’s moving now, you aren’t sure he’ll even get that far either.

he does go lower as the song shifts, beat still unfamiliar against your ears, but you’re barely hearing the music beyond how the bass thumps through your veins. as his knees settle on either side of you, close to your waist now and closing in just enough to squeeze you with a hair of pressure, his hands move up under the fabric of his top. they press higher and higher, catching on the hem and tugging as he reaches his neck. your eyes burn like you haven’t blinked in ages, and to be frank, you most likely haven’t because the grip wooyoung has on your focus currently occupies every fiber of your being.

wooyoung works the shirt off, tossing the sheer material over to the side. the look of his tanned skin with blush pink lace overtop clinging to him like a vice under the low lights: it’s sin in its purest form. and that sin only amplifies as he draws his hands down to the waistband of his skirt. he teases and pulls at the material, still lost somewhere between his mind and the music. one of his hands works back up his chest and throat, and when he reaches his mouth, he pulls the lollipop stick out to reveal a now empty stick that is also promptly tossed in the same direction his shirt went.

“aren’t i pretty, y/n?” he asks all of a sudden. he’s not looking at you, not with the way his eyelids are barely shut, but it captures all your attention nonetheless. “pretty and feminine, hm? some people think i don’t dance as well as the girls out on the stages. but i’m just as pretty as them, aren’t i?”

“more,” you exhale without thinking.

“more,” he echoes back to you with an airy giggle to accompany it. his hands go to the side of his skirt, grabbing onto something on the left, and two seconds later he’s pulling away the entire strip of fabric in one swift movement. you inhale so sharply it stings your nostrils and aches in your chest, and wooyoung takes that as the opportune moment to roll his hips down against your abdomen. it’s not meant for your please, not in the slightest, but you still feel the coil of arousal in your gut snap and pull at itself as he repeats the motion and rubs his barely concealed erection against your stomach. “i’m always prettier than them, y/n.”

wooyoung’s eyes snap open at last, and he drops his skirt to the side before sitting up on his knees over you. the position is nothing if not lewd with how close to your face he is like this. you don’t have much time to think about it because he’s tugging the band of his fishnets down as well, shoes still caught on his feet so there’s no way they’ll go all the way off, but that doesn’t seem to be his intention anyway.

no, wooyoung just tugs them low enough to go under his knees, then he’s back to sitting on his heels and splaying his thighs to the side. the whole thing is a show: each piece of clothing, each drag of his hands, and every word from his lips.

it continues with him pressing his hand against your chin, then teasing your lower lip with his middle and pointer fingers.

“you know… people always call me a brat. a bratty little bitch, to be specific. they aren’t wrong, of course. but they mean it as an insult whereas i take it as a compliment.” you suck wooyoung’s fingers between your lips and let him explore your mouth with the pads of them. he makes a show of stretching the insides of your cheeks, stabbing against them and watching your skin bulge under the pressure, then he’s pinching your tongue and scraping his nails over the top of it. it tickles in a pleasurable way, the kind that makes your stomach knot up and tense with lust. “i think i’m prettiest when i cum though. and that’s not something i let a lot of people see. they always get handsy even after i tell them not to. think that because i’m all subby and docile, they can break my rules.”

you watch in something of a daze as wooyoung reaches his other hand down to the lace lingerie clinging to his cock. he grips hard enough for you to see the harsh outline of his member, strained and stretching the fabric like it’s about to break. his slow rolls and sways of his hips continue even as he fucks into the palm of his own hand. you don’t think you could move or touch him even if you wanted to right now. each limb feels like it weighs ten tons.

“call me pretty again, y/n. a pretty little brat, yeah?”

you can’t very well do that with his hand halfway down your throat like it is now, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. all that comes out are muffled moans caught on wooyoung’s fingers. he laughs, throwing his head back as the sound permeates the air, and you were right. you love the sound even more now when he’s a bit breathless and hoarse from arousal, hips canting against your abdomen still as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

“gonna cum, y/n, and make a pretty mess of myself. pay good attention to me please. i want you to see every second of it.” his eyes blaze with unbridled desire as he rubs over his panties a few more times. teeth sink into his lower lip, his nose scrunches up, eyes fighting to stay open and stay on yours without blinking. then he hits his high. it’s beautiful the way he falls apart over you, how his hips stutter and give a few jerky thrusts until his whole body goes still on top of yours. you think you have to agree with him too; this is the prettiest he’s looked all night in your eyes.

it lasts either ten seconds or ten minutes — you have no concept of time right now, too enamored with the man above you and every movement he makes.

when he does come down, there are stars in his eyes and a sheen on his brow that trickles down the side of his face to his chin. he pulls his hand out of your mouth, but you can’t even bring yourself to close it as you watch him tuck the same hand into his underwear and scoop the stain of translucent white cum out.

“taste for me?”

you manage a shaky nod, letting wooyoung return his hand to your lips, and when he cups your mouth gently, you poke your tongue out to lap the cum off his palm.

“hm, now wasn’t that good? better than promised, in fact?”

“y-yeah,” you exhale, finally finding your voice after god knows how long of shocked and aroused silence. wooyoung grins. he leans over you, all but bare chest pressing to your clothed one, and you can feel the heat radiating off his skin with ease. his face hovers over yours. you can see his eyes clearer than ever.

“how about we go again then?”

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