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Swim in Waves, Chill in Caves ༄ S. Geto

"I went to the beach with my friends!! Only for me to...run into Gojo again!!? And to make things crazier, I met his attractive best friend who heard "so much" about me??!! Thanks to Gojo's nonstop blabber-mouth, Geto was interested in me in ways I would rather not be known for!"

A/n: Yessir, three for three, it's time for the third part of my summer series!! It's now Geto's turn to have a piece of Y/n, and, like Gojo, this is my first time writing something for Geto! In case you aren't aware, this fic is linked with Gojo's fic as the plot from his fic propels the actions of what's going to transpire in Geto's narrative. I hope you enjoy this, and tysm for 1.7k followers, giving each and every single one of ya a hug (unless you don't like hugs, then I send you finger guns, pew pew!!)

Also, this is connected to the Gojo fic previously released. So if there are references that have you like "???," you're free to go read that fic first before diving straight into this one. And yeah, without further ado, please enjoy this piece~☆

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Geto is around early 30s) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - heavy depictions of a blowjob - semi-handjob - sex at an open area; cave by the beach - 69+ doggy style/backshots + missionary position - unprotected sex but Geto doesn't shoot inside (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - fucking while the sun sets, lmaooo - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetheart, sweetie, princess) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - Gojo is here so expect some silliness.

Wc: 7.2k (7.9k with bonus scene...I stayed up til 6 am finishing this)

Dear Diary...It has come to my attention that I've seen you this summer way more than I anticipated. Truthfully, I never expected to need you again. While life for me is unpredictable right now, the only thing I can turn to is you...

"Hey, Megumi!" Your body jerks at a familiar voice. "Have you seen Y/n?"

"They said they went to grab something real quick." Another familiar voice. "Now help me with this cooler, Itadori."

"Right, on it!"

It's now coming down to the middle of summer. An entire month and a half of internship has kept you busy, constantly building new skills within your career exploration. In addition, you gain new skills and insights from your colleagues. And now that your practicum is almost over, you can't help but feel a rise in accomplishment.

So, how do you celebrate? By going to the beach with your best buds! Oh yes, the gang — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara — who are all proud of all you've done this summer thought it's best to go out and hang out this weekend! You weren't one to turn down a lovely day at the beach with your friends, so you packed up your cutest bathing suit, hopped in Nobara's car with the rest, and the four of you drove to enjoy the day together.

With the smell of the ocean hitting your nostrils and the rays of the sun bathing your skin, the day was going great as you and your friends enjoyed every moment of it!

That is until during the delightful moment that you bumped into a familiar face — a face you didn't think you'd ever see again, not with your friends present at the very least. And it's thanks to said familiar face you've once again stumbled upon an unpredictable dilemma.

So much so that you are hiding from your friends, inside a guest room at a beach house, writing in your diary. And yes, said beach house doesn't belong to you, not even your friends. So how did you end up in some random person's estate? Well, leave it to your pen and paper to retell what conspired today.

Firstly, my friends and I just finished lunch at this seafood restaurant (NTS: they offer superb seafood boils). Having walked along the boardwalk for about half an hour, it was time to head for the beach...

The sun was blazing hot outside, yet the ocean breeze kept heat bearable. Many people were at the beach this time of year, families building sandcastles together and surfers riding the active waves. Not to mention the many children bringing life to the setting by playing around in the shallow tides.

You and your friends were able to find a nice, comfortable place to put your stuff at. Before swimming, the four of you figured it'd be great to stretch your bodies around and play some beach volleyball! There was only one problem: other families and athletes had taken all the nets, and none of your brought one of your own (plus they're expensive). So what do you do? Use what ya got and just pass the ball!

"I got it!" Yuuji shouts as he dives to prevent the ball from hitting the sand, propelling it up for Nobara to set up for you.

"It's yours, Megumi!" you call out the raven-haired friend who digs the ball for Itadori to pass.

Five minutes become ten, and ten minutes become fifteen. Before you know it, thirty minutes of constant back and forth between the volleyball has you all engrossed in the game, completely forgetting about the body of water that is waiting for y'all to participate. Although, you all were having way too much fun to stop.

Well, until Nobara jumps and spikes the ball a little too hard and hits Itadori right in the face, the ball flying further away from your direction. You call out to say you'll get it while the brunette argues with the salmon-haired other ("Nobara, you did that on purpose!" "Oh, shut up. Let me see your face, ya big baby.")

Your eyes never leave the ball as you run to catch it from the air. I got it, I got it!

However, you should've paid attention to what's in front of you rather than above. Because had you done so, you would've noticed the dark-haired man who jumped up to catch the ball mid-air. Shocking you for a split second before you come bulldozing to another person, bringing you both down to the sandy ground.

You assess no sense of pain on your end and then realize you're on top of the man you came crashing towards. So apologies are quickly thrown to the other below you while you slowly get up. "Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry about that! I should've looked where I was going!"

"No, no, you're fine..." the man you notice has snow-white hair mumbles under his breath, taking off his dark circle shades to flick off any sand. "Damn, you got a strong tackle; someone outta scout you for a scholarship."

The comment was meant to bring humor to the situation. You stifle a giggle. "Please, I really am sorry abo—" Before you could finish that sentence, your eyes start to take in all of the man's appearance — whose tall figure you're still crawled up on. White hair and lashes, beautiful blue eyes, tall, lean build with chiseled abs I want to rub against—HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE!!!

You remove yourself from the male and stand to look at him from above. Even with the blue Hawaiian shirt opened up to proudly display his pecs and abdomen and the black and purple swimming trunks, the surname you said was the only candidate for who you were looking at. "GOJO!!??"

The man you have spoken with on an online dating app not too long ago. The man you went on a blind date. The man you slept with on the same night. Satoru Gojo peeks up at you before putting his sunglasses back on, sky blue eyes widen with recognition, and a cheeky smile creeps up on his face. "Well, well, fancy seeing you again, princess."

The familiar pet name causes your face and ears to be covered in an agonizing heat beyond the sun's authority, especially when the white-haired man stands up and dusts off the sand on his shirt and swimwear. His height that once had you taken aback the first meeting, doing so the second time around, and of course, the fucker had to have his abs out for you to gawk. "W-What are you doing here?" Your perplexity was still adamant in your question.

"I'm here to enjoy the nice summer sun, aren't you~" he replies with his usual chipper attitude. "Actually, though, I always come down to spend a weekend with my close friends — it's kinda like a tradition we do every year. One of them has a beach house not too far from here."

You blink. "Close...friends?"

"Yo, Satoru," another voice behind Gojo hooks your attention. "You know this person?"

The man who spoke was another fairly tall man — not absolutely towered by Gojo, but fair enough for you to notice the slight difference. Long jet black, draped hair kept in the back with bangs that partially cover his left eye. A matching Hawaiian shirt with a red color (and, unfortunately, also exhibiting his stomach and pectorals) and black and red trunks complete the look. And he's holding the volleyball that pummeled poor Yuuji's face.

You only stare at him as Gojo does the introductions. "Hmm? Oh, Y/n. This is my best friend, Geto. You know, the one I told you about."

Geto, Geto...The name is repeated until it rings a bell, and everything around you comes to a standstill. Suguru Geto, the best friend of Satoru Gojo since high school. Just when this day couldn't get any worse, you not only bump into your one-night stand but meet his infamous partner in crime from their days of youth. And worse, he's just as [if not more] attractive than the slender snow-haired fellow!

"Wait! He's THE best friend??" You exclaim, and Gojo happily confirms your suspicions.

"Yeah, that's him! The one whose hair I barfed on when I chugged that beer at the house party and gave me a weed brownie as payback!"

"Is that story the only thing you want people to know me for?" Geto glares at his friend, but the taller other only shrugs off the complaint. Geto sighs and turns to you, and then his brows draw upward while surveying your figure. "Y/n...You mean the one who—"

"Hey, Y/n!" Your stomach drops to the ground remembering you didn't come to the beach alone, turning around to see the other three make their way to you. The salmon-haired man, his face red from Nobara's spike, resumes speaking. "What's the holdup?"

You try to answer until Gojo cuts you off with a joyful salutation. "Megumi!"

Your raven-haired friend doesn't return the exact manner, greeting with a scowl. "Gojo..."

What the fuck!!? "You two know each other??"

"Of course! Me and Megumi have been pals since he was in his elementary years." The high school teacher informs you as if it was a known fact, feeding more to your stupefied mind. "Known his dad for years; we're practically family friends!"

"More like an annoying uncle..." Megumi rolls his eyes before turning to face you. "Don't get mixed up with this guy, Y/n. He may seem like a likable guy. But he's just a carefree clown who doesn't take things seriously. Both out and in private life." Based on the emphasis on that last assertion, Megumi is aware of Gojo's philandering activities. You nod at your friend's advice, but the gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob in your throat is difficult to swallow. I'm afraid that's too little too late...

Gojo places a hand on his heart and conveys a faux hurt expression. "Jeez, Megumi, your words cut deep, you know...Besides," your body goes rigid when the tall man wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Me and Y/n have already been introduced before."

"Hm? How do you know this dude, Y/n?" Nobara is the one to ask the question for the other two, and now you're pushed into a predictable corner you couldn't foresee coming today of all days.

The reason why you went on a blind date with Gojo in the first place is because of a dumb bet, thanks to Nobara. And after said date, you told the brunette about it — minus mentioning that you went with Gojo. The only thing you noted to her was that the person's name started with an "S" and the last with a "G" ("Wow, can you be vague enough, Y/n?"). Nothing about their physical appearance other than the guy being tall. Now, with the said guy who fits the criteria slouching close with his arm around you, the countdown to your eventual, embarrassing demise begins.

You turn to the tall man, a mutual signal for aid. But before Gojo could say anything, the other male behind him intervenes — "Y/n met Gojo through me," Geto admits disingenuous. "We were at a diner, and we saw them walking by and got to talk with them for a while.

Everyone turns to look at the dark-haired man, you and Gojo bearing a look of confusion. But you don't say anything; neither of you does when Geto gives you two a quick wink for reassurance.

The trio stares at the two men before Nobara walks up and takes the volleyball from Geto's hands. "Is that right...Well, Mr. Man Bun—"

"Geto."

"Yeah, whatever," the correction doesn't faze her. "Since you and your friend here seem to be acquaintances with Y/n, how about you come play some ball with us. I saw you jump to catch the ball, so don't complain about some old man bones."

You squeak from the boisterous laugh Gojo lets out, "Ohoho, don't start something you can't finish. Ever heard of respecting your elders?"

The brunette grins, "Nah, fuck that."

"Hmph, that's what I like to hear." Finally, Gojo lets go of you and walks with the three to play by your spot. A giant sigh isn't enough to convey the emotional distress you're experiencing, especially now that your one-night stand is now socially fitting in with your best friends.

So much for acquaintances...

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Two hours fly by excruciatingly slow because now that Gojo has met your friends and has been spending time with them, you can see that they start to like and adapt to his friendly attitude (can't say the same for Megumi, the raven-haired friend taking his presence in a tolerable form). Perhaps hadn't you known the man prior, you would've felt the same. Unfortunately, though, this is the exact man that had your tipsy ass bouncing on his cock in a hotel room after drinking three cocktails. Memories of that night have your face transition to an insufferable heat.

To make matters worse, Gojo had the brilliant idea of bringing you guys to the residence he and Geto were staying at. A simple yet lovely and cozy two-story beach house by the boardwalk that his other close friend owns, overlooking the beautiful ocean. Said friend — Shoko Ieiri, a well-acclaimed surgeon — welcomed the four young adults to her space, telling them to make themselves home. And when Yuuji opens his big dumb mouth saying that the four of you haven't checked in to a hotel yet, the older woman insists you stay in her spare rooms on the bottom floor! Because any friend of the snow-haired idiot is a friend of hers.

So now your turmoil grows tenfold, seeing your friends getting closer and closer to Gojo's inner circle, the pit of your stomach stirring into an uncomfortable swirl of emotions. If you hadn't met the man before this trip, you'd enjoy being in the same boat as your friends and not kicking yourself repeatedly as your two worlds collide unintentionally.

You sigh heavily, watching Yuuji and Nobara play Uno with Gojo and Shoko at the kitchen island while Megumi and Geto discuss themselves on the living area couch. Figuring you might need some fresh air, you get up and exit the relaxing home to enter the back porch, the sun's heat greeting your air-conditioned skin back in its natural warmth.

You sit on the rocking chair facing the oceanfront, the gorgeous view of the body of water for you to see. You close your eyes as you rock yourself, and the summer breeze brushing against your skin puts your body into a calm trance. Being outside helps you collect your thoughts in this jarring situation. It's evident now that this moment with yourself was necessary to ease the mental gymnastics you've been experiencing since before you came to this beach house.

So in tune with the quiet surroundings around you that you almost sink into your tranquil state. Almost. Until you hear the door open, snapping your eyes open to see whoever it is that decided to disrupt your personal reflection. And you silently gasp at the man who pays you a visit — Geto.

"Hey," his soft tone smooth like butter, inviting himself into your space as he sits in the rocking chair parallel to you, blocking the ocean view with his appearance. "I figured you'd still be out here; your friends were looking for you, and you've been sitting here for about ten whole minutes."

"I have!?" You chirp at the fact, to which the man chuckles and nods to confirm. "Huh...I didn't notice. I was just enjoying the silence, I guess."

"Hmm, I get it," the dark-haired man hums at your answer, then looks around the porch. "I don't blame you; with a view and place like this, I'd be out here all the time too."

By nodding, you agree. "You're extremely blessed to be friends with Ms. Ieiri. Get to spend time with her and Gojo at this wonderful beach house."

"Pssh, I'd say I'm more lucky to be a friend of Shoko's than with Satoru," the light chuckle he lets out activates a small smile from you. "You've already heard stories of me and him being roommates in college, barfing on my hair and such."

"Yes, I have, and I'm on your side wholeheartedly. I'd get back at him too, from all the stupid pranks and stuff he's put you through." Your agreement has the older man laugh some more. "But, I can tell Gojo you are close, having been together through thick and thin...Oh! And, I guess I have to thank you for your help back on the beach; your excuse about me meeting you two at a diner."

Geto leans and rocks with the rocking chair while his dark eyes are on you. "No problem. I figured your friends wouldn't know about your date with him. He's told me all about it, so I just mixed some words around to make it sound plausible for your friends."

You just nod and croon to his response. Until your brows furrow and you look straight at him. "Wait, what do you mean 'all about it'?"

You watch his eyes narrow slightly, the uneasiness in your stomach returning to haunt you. "I mean what it means. He mentioned every detail — from your cute outfit when he picked you up to the fun dinner you had at the diner. And..." The grin on Geto's face only exacerbates the feeling of dread that was once gone. "I'm sure you know the rest."

"The rest?" you gulp.

"The rest."

Sure enough, before you could express anguish to the man before you, the door to the back porch opened again with vigor. And the one behind it is the person you didn't want to see right now, or else you just might strangle that playful smile off his stupidly charming peachy face. Gojo exclaims, "There ya are! Shoko ordering takeout while your friends are finding a movie to watch, then we'll eat some s'mores around the fire pit when it gets dark out. Come inside Y/n~"

Geto only watches your adorable face harbor an expression that could only have Death itself clutch its pearls. But not wanting to do anything crass, you take a deep breath and get up from your rocking chair. "Umm, I'll pass on that. I was thinking of just walking around the boardwalk, maybe swimming in the waves while the sun's still up. Wanna come along, Mr. Geto?"

The sudden invitation takes him aback, but the man rises from his chair. "Sure, I'm down for that."

"Ehhhh, you're goin' without me?" Gojo exhibits a pouty face that doesn't work on you.

"Sorry, Gojo; just stay here and be hospitable. My friends seem to like you, anyway. Plus, I don't feel like dealing with you right now..." you mumbled that final part for only you to hear, excusing yourself past the white-haired other so you could grab your shoes from inside the beach house. And Geto only observes the interaction quietly as it baffles his best friend, who turns to him and points in your direction.

"What did I do?" is his question. And it gets more confusing to him when Geto only follows you back inside, leaving the conversation with a smirk.

"What didn't you do, Satoru?"

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"And then, when he was out like a light, I dumped the whole thing on him."

"No way, Geto!"

"Way." The man's smile broadens as he watches you fail to hide your laughter behind your hands. "It's what he gets for resetting my alarms and making me miss my oral exam. Plus, he ate my entire cereal box I hadn't used yet."

"So you thought the best way to get payback was to dump a whole basin full of spoiled milk and cigarette ashes on him while he was sleeping?"

"You know when you say it like that," he cocks his head. "I probably should've pissed in it, too." You playfully hit the older man in a fit of wheezed laughter, and he joins you in entertaining his silliness.

You and Geto have been out for quite some time. Your agenda was just comprised of taking a nice quick walk around the area and swimming to cool your mind from Gojo, and then you'd return in a more calm slate. What you didn't foresee was Geto taking up your offer to come along. And, you have to admit, he's been great company for you.

Not only did he give you a mini tour around the area, showing you all the little local shops and places to eat that he recommended to try. But he also wanted to join you in your swim, discarding his Hawaiian shirt entirely to the sandy ground and exposing his beautiful upper body. You did tell him that he didn't have to while trying not to drool over his gorgeous abs, but your concerns didn't waiver his decision. "I'm still wearing my trunks for a reason, cutie." When he uses that nickname on you, let him do as he wishes.

The two of you swim in the calm ocean, enjoying the comforting feeling of the water and play fighting with Geto anytime he'd splash water your way. Call it childish, but you were enjoying yourself. Enjoying him being around.

Soon the sun goes down, and the sky is painted in a stunning array of colors as it sets. Not too far from the shore, Geto treats you to a small ice cream shop that sells notorious homemade ice cream, and he takes you to one of his favorite secret spots. With one hand with a cup of your favorite ice cream and a plastic spoon in the other, you and the raven-haired man watch the sunset in a cave and talk amongst yourselves. Small waves crashing on the sandy and rocky front fills the empty cave with a comfortable atmosphere.

"Unbelievable," you say through tiny giggles. "You're no better than Gojo; both of you were insufferable."

"We still are," he takes another spoonful of his ice cream. "Even as adults, we're still the same intolerable duo who managed to get college diplomas."

You laugh some more at his joke. "I still find it hard to believe that he's a teacher and you a district attorney." The man only shrugs while finishing his ice cream. "But, honestly, it's kinda nice knowing you guys never changed through the years. Still the same no matter what."

"Yeah, I'm still a slick, sly bastard, and he'll always be the blue-eyed sheep that doesn't know when to shut up."

You glance to the side to look at him, staring at the open entrance of the cave where the sun is covered by clouds in its descent to the horizon. Your eyes gradually peer from his handsome face down to his well-sculpted physique, the sun's warm glow painting his skin beautifully. You've noted this before, but Geto is a remarkably attractive man.

It's seen by the structure of his face, his olive skin contrasting the long draped hair that goes past his shoulders. His black eyes make you feel as if you're staring at an endless void, captivating enough that you sense him seeing through you. And his black gauge earrings stand him out from the crowd, but they fit perfectly with his personality and body.

He's so hot is what you think to yourself, but it's a thought that has you quickly assess what the hell you're doing. And when your eyes go back up to his face, you see that he's looking dead at you, eyes narrowed with a guileful smile. You turn away in shame, for looking longer than necessary and for thinking such indecent thoughts about the best friend of your one-night stand. You are not about to do this right now, Y/n. Pull yourself together!

"Uhh—Ahem, speaking of that not knowing when to shut up," you cough to steer back into conversation. "I can't believe Gojo would go into such detail about our date. Especially...that."

The man shrugs again. "I mean, that's just how we've rolled; I tell him things about my life, and he tells me about his — including his playboy love life. Besides, I'm sure you have moments you share with your buddies."

"True, but..." you groan with your left hand on your face. "I'd rather not be known for explicit things I've done. And what's worse, having to see you — his best friend — and you know about me from the date two weeks prior is just adding salt to the injury.

Geto doesn't say anything right away, just watching you experience hopelessness so he can find the proper words to express it. "I get it, kinda how I don't like him telling stories of me to people I don't know...However," his hand steadily moves from the rocky surface to your right hand, and he sees your shoulders jerk at the action. "I'd be lying if I said I'm not kinda glad to hear about you."

Your breath hitches at his words, glancing back and forth to his hand sliding across yours and his face. He resumes.

"To be frank with you, I've never met any of the people Satoru's hooked up with, nor did I ever care to. So you can imagine me being perplexed seeing you in person. And to my surprise," his slender fingers pry to intertwine with yours, and you allow him. "After hanging out with you today, I'm seeing what Satoru sees in you. You're very breathtaking."

Geez, he's a smooth talker, too, huh. Your cheeks go intolerably hot, unable to avert your eyes from his. "Umm, Geto—"

"And it got me thinking, ya know: can such a cute, sweet thing really do such things?" The grip of his hand tightens around yours. "Had me intrigued just from looking at you..."

You gulp before saying your words carefully. "Are you...saying you're interested in my...services?"

His brows lift for an instant. "Only if you're up to demonstrate."

This day keeps getting stranger and stranger, and now you're met with the most bizarre moment that could ever transpire. Wide eyes only look back at the man who awaits your answer, and you internally curse Satoru Gojo for putting you through this entire mess of a day!

But a small part of yourself has you battling a moral battle. It's not every day you bump into your one-night stand on a random weekend and be given an opportunity to fuck their best friend that same day. What you're going through right now is only something you'd see in crappy movies and fanfictions (a/n: ouch).

And besides, it's not your fault that this is happening to you. It was Gojo's, yeah. If the man knew when to keep your name out of his mouth, you wouldn't have to go through this madness — and worse — his closest friend wanting to fuck you.

It's his fault that you're now straddling Geto's lap on top of the smooth rocky surface inside of a cave, smacking lips and exchanging passionate breaths. It's his fault that you're whimpering sweetly in Geto's ear as his hands sneak inside your bathing suit to fondle your breasts, pinching the nipples now erect from his touch. It's his fault that you're grinding on his best friend's erection and kissing all the way down from his neck, abdomen, and finally to his pelvis — where you remove his swimming trunks to reveal free the hard cock ready for you.

It's all Gojo's fault...But thanks to him, you can treat yourself to this alluring piece of a man before you. Your suspense and enjoyment climb up from the thought of it.

The two of you are positioned to do the sixty-nine, both of your swimwear discarded off your bodies. Your cheeks go hollow as you take the tip of Geto's dick inside your mouth, your tongue swirling around the glans of his cock, resulting in a hiss from the man below your ass.

"Hmmm, damn, haven't done this position in a while," his hands roam around your buttocks, spreading your asscheeks to further expose the vulva. Your essence shimmering from the setting sun has the man whistle at the sight. "So pretty down here, too."

The compliment pushes you to push your face further to suck in more of his shaft, covering the limb within your oral cavity inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat. You give yourself a short while to get used to his girth in your mouth before you start bobbing your head, soft lips sliding up and down the veins decorating his length.

The raven-haired other groans at the feeling of your mouth around his cock. "Mmmm, yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Just like that..." And before you know it, he brings your ass down to him for his tongue to lick your tempting folds. Your yelp is muffled, and the lapping motions of his wet muscle on your chasm send shivers up your spine.

But you don't let it distract you from the cock in your mouth, resuming your task of pleasing him. You bring a hand to pump his shaft, sliding to and fro from the top to the base. The action causes him to jerk into your mouth with pleasure, and the grip around your ass tightens. He's enjoying it, and it pleases you knowing you're making him feel good.

"Mmmph! Ohh shit—Ummph!" He removes his lips from your cunt, his moans more audible than the sound of waves in the background. "Shit, if you keep at it, I'm gonna—Shit, shit, shit..." It's here that your movements go faster and more sensational, kissing and sucking the head of his cock while you massage and knead his scrotum. The jolts of his legs become apparent, signaling that his release is close. "Oh, fuck...Princess, I'm gonna cum!"

Taking his comment into account, your mouth takes in his cock back in, his size now adapted to your mouth and throat that you bob in comfortable haste. Your tongue brushing up and down the underside of his cock has his fingernails dent marks onto the flesh of your ass. And when his hips snap up to your face, his climax hits your mouth that very second, his load spilling into your mouth and down the glossy walls of your throat. You accept his come, sucking and drinking his bitter fluid with no complaints.

"Haaah, hmmm, did so good, baby. So fucking good...Mmmph!" His cock is still sensitive from experiencing his orgasm; regardless, you don't let him go until you clean him up entirely. And when you finish, a soft 'pop' leaves your puffy lips from his pink glans. He snickers when you turn to him over your shoulder, licking your lips from any remnants. "Heh, damn, you're really good at this. Makes me feel bad that I didn't get you to finish either."

Your smile's bright as the warm glow that bathes your skin. "Don't worry about it," you comfort him while removing your body from on top of him. You lay your face down with your cheek kissing the ground, your hands coming to spread your ass for Geto to gaze at your messy vagina. "I know you'll do a better job where it really matters."

The smirk on his face gets broader as he gets on his knees, moving to your inviting form. "I'll be sure to not disappoint just as you haven't for me."

"Don't jinx yourself," you tease the older man and giggle when he playfully smacks your butt. You bite your bottom lip with the feeling of his cockhead gliding on your folds, your fluids lubricating him as your entrance throbs in anticipation. When he aligns and pushes his dick into you, you remind yourself to breathe steadily and brace for the slight pain bound to happen. One inhale one push of him. Another intake while gradually forcing himself onto you. When you sharply gasp, you know he made himself inside. Tears water up your eyes as he slowly drives his length into you, your tight walls gripping onto the foreign limb intruding.

Geto gives himself a few seconds to adapt to you when the base of his length kisses your southern lips. He starts with slow thrusts, and your body follows his steady cadence. You hum to the blissful sensation of his cock grazing your walls.

"Mmngh, God, Y/n, you feel so fucking good on me," the man rasped, jet-black strands from his bands now sticking to his sweaty forehead and cheek. "...Trying to make me go crazy."

"Mmmph! Haaaah, haha, please, go all out on me," you coax him. "Don't think I can take it?"

Your snarky question has him chortle, and a sudden deep thrust prompts a shriek to sneak past your lips. "Don't say I didn't warn you, sweetie."

He dials up his pace to a faster tempo. The change-up has you whimpering, and you clench around his length, which has the man hiss at the abrupt contact. The electrifying waves of pleasure strike you when he hits your weak spots perfectly, and more moans seethe out from your pretty lips when he increases his speed.

"Nnngh!! Y/n, baby, you're too tight on me," he whines, but his hips don't stop smacking into your ass. "Fuck, oh fuck....let me see your face."

You allow him to maneuver you onto your back, situating you into the missionary position. His cock slides back inside you with ease with a cry from your mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck while he pounds into you. And in this position, with the sun just about to sink into the horizon, you can make out a hue of purple in his dark eyes. So enchantingly irresistible that it takes another harsh thrust to bring you back into reality.

Geto's pelvis slams into your chasm hard — plugging his dick further into you and hitting your sweet spots with scary precision. Your screams fill the cave with an echo, adding to the ranchy air between your sweaty bodies.

"Ohhh! Hoooh!! Getooo, you feel so good! S' goo—Oh fucking Christ, Ahhhnn!!" He grinds the base of his cock into the entrance of your vulva, scraping your tight, velvety walls to the point of tears rolling down your face.

"You too, princess—Hmmph!!" He groaned, jabbing your cunt where you form incoherent sentences. Head pounding and mind foggy, you lock your legs around his waist, caging him. "Gonna cum, sweetheart?"

"Yesss, yessssss!!" Your response slurs in babbles. You feel it crawling up your bones, goosebumps prickling your skin. "Gonna cummm, cumm—Ahhhhh!!" Unbeknownst to you, Geto snakes a hand down to your clitoris, using his middle and forefinger to swipe and grind on the tender bud. And when he flicks and pinches it, your orgasm is finally granted to you.

Your legs shake and tremble around the black-haired man, gripping his shoulders as the walls around his girth contract around him as you experience your crescendo. With the flutter of your cunt, a few deep thrusts are propelled into you before he removes himself from your embrace, taking out his cock to ejaculate his seed onto your stomach. His come paints your tummy, feeding more to your disheveled appearance.

The two of you look deep into each other's eyes while experiencing the final shocks of your climaxes; heaving bodies eventually calm down and fall back to regular breathing. And when it vanishes altogether, the sun has already submerged below the horizon line.

"Hmmm, well," Geto is the first to break the silence. "That was better than I expected. Thanks for indulging my curiosity."

You shake your head and laugh short-winded. "Glad I washed your expectation." Your smile grows larger when he winks at you.

"Think we should start heading back?"

"Mmmm, yeah. But can we just stay here for a few minutes? Kinda like being in your secret spot."

Geto chuckles while positioning himself to lie next to you. "Sure thing. And don't worry, I won't say a word about this. We're in my secret cave for a reason." He laughs harder when you roll your eyes, his hand finding yours to hold again. This time, you reciprocate.

"Yeah, I'd hope so."

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The pen in your hand stops writing when a sound from behind alerts you of someone's presence. While seated, you turn to see Gojo in a more comfortable change of attire — swapping his trunks for black basketball shorts and his blue Hawaiian shirt for a dark blue zip-up hoodie, although it wasn't zipped at all. He's very much casual with what he wears, especially when guests are in the house...

"Found you~ Itadori has been asking for you, and everyone's gathered around the fire pit outside," he takes a few steps into the guest room where you've been cooped up. However, you turn back to the desk in front of you and continue writing. Aware of your reluctance to look at him, he brings it up.

"Y/n~?" Your brows furrow at his sing-song attitude, relying on annoyance to have you speak with him. "Are you mad at me about something~?" The sigh you let out has to be about the tenth time from this day, shaking your head while sucking your teeth silently. You know what, it's just the two of us in the house...

"Yes, Gojo," your face doesn't leave the diary on the desk, but your hands stop writing. "I am mad at you."

"How come?" He adjusts his dark shades and then jerks at the sudden sound of your pen slamming onto the desk surface. And he's never seen a look that could kill on your pretty face before.

"Why don't you go ask Geto why I'm so mad," your tone isn't entirely furious; if anything, it's calm. But its connotation doesn't go unnoticed by Gojo. "Or better yet, why don't you retell him all about how 'y/n's blowjobs are like this' or how I'm 'so tight it's insane.' Surely that'll refresh some memories, huh?"

The room isn't completely silent, apart from the ticking noises of the clock on the wall by the bed. Gojo stands utterly still — same for you. The only thing that will activate any movement depends on his answer.

"....Ohhh!" He starts off as if a lightbulb just went up. "You mean he told you I told him—"

"Yes." a blunt response stops him from finishing. "I'm not mad about you telling him about what I did on that date. But would it have killed you to use probably another name for me? My friends don't know about you, but imagine my surprise when I found out your best friend's first impression of me is how I bounced on your dick!" It's commendable that he doesn't interrupt you while you speak because you might throw something at him if he did. And you're sure he knows it as well. "Does that give you a better idea as to why I'm mad?"

"Yup, loud and clear..." Now that you two are on the same page, you turn away from him again and return to writing, aware that the tall other is still behind you in the room. Especially when you hear him take a few more steps close to you, it takes everything in your power to not headbutt him when he places his chin on top of your head. This guy and his lack of respect for boundaries...

"Aww, come on, Y/n. I didn't mean to upset you like that." His usually loud voice is hushed for you, as if someone would come up and see the two of you like this. "It's a big surprise for me that I'd ever see you after last time, and I guess I figured I wouldn't. Which is why I told Suguru about you. Sorry about that, honest."

You couldn't focus on writing since he called you by your name, listening to his words and the sincerity they carry. And for a moment, you almost give into his sweet voice. But you held on strong for your dignity. "Apology accepted, but I'm still mad at you."

"Whaaaaat~, what was the point of accepting my apology then!?" You can't lie; it's cute when this tall man complains like a child. His giant hands move to your shoulders, massaging them to ease tension. "I'll make it up to you. You'll be here for a weekend, so let me treat you!"

A brow lifts up to that offer. "Treat me how?"

"I can start by going out there and having a s'more ready for you if you finish up whatever it is you're doing."

Five seconds go by. Ten. You exhale heavily through your nose, but a small smile creeps up on your lips. "Fine."

"Nice!" You roll your eyes when he fist-pumps the air. "By the way, what are you doing?"

Oh shit!! You immediately cover the pages of your diary. "Nothing."

"Is that a diary?" The giddiness in his tone crawls back up, much to your dismay. "Am I in it?"

"No, you're not!" You flip the diary with the pages on the desk surface, hiding the contents entirely. I already wrote about you before, anyway!

"Woah, I saw my name!" You get up from your chair and push Gojo out of the room. "D'aww, Y/n, you're such an angel thinking about me so much that I'm in your diary~."

"Shut up, Gojo! Go make me that s'more already!" You pushed him back out of the room, your face hot from embarrassment. And it gets even hotter when you see the huge grin plastered on his dumb face.

"You know you're cute as hell when you're flustered like this, right, dollface?"

And with that, you slam the door on his face, not caring about the groans of pain that he expresses. Waiting for his footsteps to draw away from the room, you sit back at the desk and groan into your hands for a few seconds. When you feel your composure is confident enough, you grab your pen and finish writing the last statements in your diary.

...Needless to say, being involved with Satoru Gojo undoubtedly has its consequences. I had said I'd love to see him again, but this was not the second meeting that I had in mind...But not gonna lie; it's nice to know that he was thinking about me while I was gone. Can't be mad at that handsome man-child for too long.

As for his friend, he truly is a mysterious person, knowing more about me than I do him. And for him to say that he was interested in me not just by Gojo's account but from seeing and hanging out with me? With what happened a few hours ago...I'll have to keep my guard up with him this weekend.

One thing is for sure, though: this is definitely a beach experience I'll never forget. Oh, Suguru Geto, you made sure of that. And just like your pleasant smile and purple eyes, I'll treasure it deep within my heart.

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The weekend has finally come to an end, the Sunday sun coming down to bid farewell on the beach setting, and you and your friends say goodbye to Shoko and thank her for letting her stay at her beach house along with her friends ("No worries, any friend of Geto and Gojo's is a friend of mine." The older brunette said sipping her juice from a pretty glass. "Stay safe out there.")

The drive home was fun, blasting music from the radio of Nobara's car while feeling the wind from the windows as everyone gets dropped off. The first to go was Megumi, then Yuuji at his grandpa's place. All that was left was you and Nobara, the two of you enjoying the calm drive to your house as the moon watched over your return home.

When she stops at the front of your home, you express your thanks. "Thanks for the ride again, Nobara. Had a great time with you and the guys." But she doesn't respond, just looking at the steering wheel. Concerned, you question her. "Nobara? You okay?"

It's evident the brunette has something parading her thoughts, because she lets out a massive sigh before facing your direction and asks the following question. "Did you go on that blind date with Satoru or Suguru?"

One blink goes by. Two blinks. ".......Huh."

"Don't 'huh' me, Y/n; I know ya heard me!" She smacks the steering wheel in slight exasperation. "Don't make me repeat myself."

You internally groan at the situation you're in. You knew this talk was bound to happen, but God, you just wanted to get in your bed and go to sleep after this very exhausting weekend. Okay, think, Y/n, think!

"...No," you avoid eye contact answering. "No, I did not."

"Are you sure about that?" Of course, the other has more questions. "Because when you told me about your blind date, you said they were tall with their first name starting with an 'S' and their last name a 'G.' And low and behold, we go to the beach, and I'm met with not one, but TWO fairly tall men who both check those boxes. Not to mention that the date was at a diner, and they both just happen to have met you in a diner?"

Oh, for fucks sake, God, please just strike me down right here and now. "What? Am I not supposed to meet people at a diner? Or go on a date in a completely different diner?"

The brown-haired woman furrows her brow before continuing on. "I don't know, you tell me. Those two seemed quite friendly with you all weekend, especially that lanky sheep, Gojo. The way those two looked at you or how oddly close they got. Looks and sounds fishy to me."

You scoff at her observations as they are accurate and are doing a remarkable job of making you nervous right now. "Nobara, many people in this world have those initials. For all you know, I probably went on a date with Selena Gomez or Seth Green. I mean, when you say you're crushing on M.Z., I don't immediately think of Maki Zenin. My mind goes straight to Mark Zuckerberg."

The disgusted look on Nobara's face almost had you laughing on the spot. "Don't play with me, Y/n! And don't you dare disrespect my queen's beauty to the looks of a pale salamander, or I'll smack you. I'm gonna ask again: did you go on a blind date with either of those two?"

"No!" It's amazing how quick you went with a lie. Who could blame you? It was easier than telling the truth, especially with what happened this weekend.

The two of you hold a mini staring competition, Nobara searching for any tale of a lie on your face. But with another sigh, she gives up interrogating and stares at the roof of her car, followed by you leaning back on the passenger seat while your brain does mental gymnastics in victory.

A few seconds of silence goes by before your friend says anything more. "Hmm, that's a bummer." You peer at her with bewilderment painted on your face. "They both looked like they got some good dick."

"Are you fucking serious— You know what, goodnight, Nobara." You don't bother listening to her try to back herself up on her statement, just grabbing for your stuff and closing the passenger door. Ignoring her shouts as you walk to the front door to unlock it and shutting it to finally free yourself from this weekend-long nightmare.

You groan to yourself as you slide down the door. Honestly, fuck this summer...

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Stalker Hayden ⚠️

I was inspired by the amazing @xzaddyzanakinx please be sure to go check out their writing, it’s incredible!!

Warning: 18+, being stalked, swearing, smut (getting watched while masterbating, p in v penetration, hand job, slight edging, cream pie, slightly sub Hayden, slight oral (m receiving) - I think that’s all

Not proofread - I was going back and forth adding more between diary entries and y/n pov, and I’m hoping that it’s in order and makes sense.

Word count: 6.9k

Enjoy

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Y/n pov

17th February

You have been living in New York for about 6 months now, working at a cafe. And it wasn’t the greatest job but it kept you going financially. You would have days where customers would come in to get there usual, and other customers would verbally abuse you because they didn’t get their coffee 2 minutes after they ordered at busiest time of day. But anyway there would always be people that would come and go, only recognising a few of the regulars.

But him! Oh him.

Hayden

He was perfect. The way he would tilt his head as he admired at you with a smirk. Making you not want to break eye contact. The way is soft lips moved when he talked. The way his voice made your knees weak. You wanted him bad.

You remember the first time you saw him. Oh my god. The way he smiled at you with such kindness and warmth and his deep voice left your ears ring, wanting to hear him speak more. He came into the cafe about a month after you started working there and you hadn’t stop thinking about him since. And every time his face would light up with a smile as soon as he saw you.

Though you didn’t know much about him, he’d only come in once a week to order from you. And some days being especially busy you didn’t have too much time to chat. You knew that he worked at as bartender a few streets away from where you live. He would almost always say that you should come over to the bar to say hi, but you were never able to work up the courage to actually go.

But today was different. You finally felt confident enough to go. You asked your friends Sam and Tara to tag along for support. They were so excited for especially because they had also been trying to convince you to got to the bar. They knew what knew about Hayden, you could not stop talking about that man. He was driving you insane.

As you got home from work you got ready to go out. You curled your hair and decided to keep it down. You did your makeup how you usually do when you go out. And then slipped on a mini tight black dress with a small slit, and a leather jacket to go with it. As well as some black dr martens. Wearing a lacy red matching lingerie set underneath.

Sam and Tara were waiting out in your living room waiting for you to finish getting ready. You walked out of your bedroom serving cunt. Their jaws dropped, when they saw how you look.

“Girl if you don’t get laid tonight, I will do the honours,” Tara claimed as she hyped you up.

“No seriously, she’s right.” Sam assured.

“Really.” You hesitated

“YES!” Both of them cheered

You all took off and headed to the bar. Your heart was racing. And your mind was running 100 miles an hour. You finally arrived at the bar and followed your friends in.

There he was. Holy fuck.

He was wiping a glass with a towel, and how his hand was going in and out of that wet glass made your knees weak. Oh how you wished you were that glass. But your thoughts were interrupted by Tara pulling your arm and taking you to the bar. You all sat down and Hayden looked up at you and smiled. “I thought you’d never come.”

It took a second to process what he had said. “I’d come for you anytime.”

Your friends snickered quietly. Realising what you said, you felt a bit flustered, but I was true. He smirked

“So what can I get you guys to start.”

“What do you recommend?”

“I can do good sex on the beach, if you’d like.”

“Yes please” You lightly whimpered.

Another smirk revealed on his face as he lightly chuckled.

“And what about you two.”

“I’ll just have a Diet Coke please, I’m designated driver tonight.” Tara stated

“And I’ll have margarita please.” Sam said

“Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks in a minute.”

Hayden left to go make your drinks, when Tara and Sam turned to you.

“Holy shit, do you see the way he looks at you. You are definitely getting that dick tonight.” Tara said

“Shh, what if he hears.”

“Oh please he wants you bad.”

“Yea there’s no way that man hasn’t got a thing for you.” Sam ensures

A minute later Hayden comes back with the three drinks.

“Alright here you are.”

“Thank you.”

“So what made you decide to come visit tonight.” Hayden asks

Sam grabs Tara’s arm and drags her away so you and Hayden can talk.

“Uhm, I just wanted to see you. So maybe we could get to know eachother better”

“Well you came in on the perfect night, it’s not too busy.”

You blushed at the lustful eye contact you held with him.

“I’m glad to see you here princess” he smirked

A couple hours later

Time had flown by as you two had been talking for over two hours now, things just really seemed to click between you two. You got to know him, and he got to know you. He actually asked you questions about you, instead of just blabbering on about all the stuff he likes to do, unlike all the other guys you had met. Hayden actually seemed like he wanted to get to know you better. Suddenly Tara taps on your shoulder.

“Umm, hey I don’t mean to bother you but Sam is currently in the bathroom puking.”

“Oh fuck, ok well we should get him home soon.”

You looked up at Hayden and he smiled.

“I’m sorry we should take him home, he gets pretty out of hand when he’s drunk.” You murmured

“It’s okay, no need to apologise. Not a lot of people would care for their friends like you do.”

You smiled at him and said “well thank you so much for drinks they were so good. We’ll have to do this again someday.”

“Yea definitely…” he said before Tara interrupts.

“Y/n” Tara yells

You look over to see that Sam is on the bathroom floor screaming that he wants to nap.

“Oh shit, I better get going.”

“Alright, well I’ll see you next week.”

“Alright, can’t wait.” You said excitedly

You paid for the drinks and went to get Sam out of the toilets, when he comes busting out the doors yelling “I-I’m fine guys… really.”

“No come on, we gotta get you home.” Tara says while trying to help him stand up straight

“Ugh, but y/n hasn’t got that dick tonight.” Sam yells pointing in Hayden’s direction.

Red flushes over your face as you turn to Hayden. He tilts his head in your direction chuckling with a mischievous smirk. You got nervous and ran over to Sam to help him up.

“Alright time to go” you reinforce.

You smile at Hayden while exiting the bar. “Bye.” You whisper. He gently waves goodbye to you as you leave.

Tara drops you off and lets you know that she’s gonna stay the night at Sam’s so she knows he not choking on his own vomit.

You walk into your apartment and set your bag on the kitchen counter, and taking off your boots and chucking them on your bedroom floor. Taking off your jacket and dress to reveal the unseen lingerie you were hoping to get torn off you tonight.

You took a quick shower to freshen up before heading into bed. You wore nothing but crop top and underwear.

You stared at your roof and sighed when all of a sudden you hear a loud clank coming from across the street. You got up and opened your curtains to see what it was.

Is that?

No it couldn’t be?

Hayden?

Holy fuck!

What was he doing?

He looked up and you made eye contact for a split second and immediately knew it was him. You only got a glimpse of the shadowed figure before he disappeared behind a bush.

Is he watching me?

No don’t be ridiculous, he lives in this suburb he’s probably just walking home.

But…his house was in the opposite direction of yours from the bar.

Your heart dropped, this couldn’t be. Why was he here? You were so confused. Why didn’t he want you to see him?

You thought that you were overthinking and that it is probably just your imagination and that it’s probably just someone who looks like Hayden. Maybe it was one of your neighbours and you thought it was Hayden because that’s what you were hoping.

You closed your curtains and tried to go to sleep. Still thinking about who that was. But the thought of it being Hayden turned you on, you slipped you hands down your panties and toyed your clit while thinking about him.

Hayden’s Diary Entry

February 17th

What a surprise. You actually came to the bar today. I didn’t think you would actually come, especially since you have been saying that you would for so long and never did.

Unless that was just part of your plan to get me all riled up and make your appearance at the bar unexpected.

My darling I’ve been watching you making sure that you are safe. I walk you to and from work everyday. And you are so oblivious. It’s been nearly five months since I first saw you, and nearly four since I’ve kept my eye on you. Making sure that when you are walking home late at night no one is following you. On days that I’m working and can’t walk you home I ensure to keep checking my phone to see where you are. I have your location 24/7 in the palm of my hands. I need to know that you are safe because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.

I want you. No… I need you!

I crave your touch and love. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you laugh, I want to be there for you when you cry, and I want to make you cum so fucking hard.

But tonight…fuck. That tight dress had me weak. I could see that you were planning on getting something from me, when you leaned over and I could see the top of a lace bra. I would have taken it off with my teeth if you let me. Everything you told me tonight. I already knew. My sweet girl, I love you too much not to know about your life. And then when your friend yelled that snarky comment, I knew for sure that you wanted me.

I got off my shift half an hour after you left, so I came to your house to see what you were up to. Your curtains closed as usual, but the soft very soft shadows in your room gave me an idea of what you were doing.

As I went to my usual hiding spot, a fucking cat came out of know where and scared the shit out of me, I ended up tripping over and knocking a bin over. I got up to see you staring out your window at me I immediately hid when we made eye contact. Hoping that you didn’t see that it was me. I looked up from to see that you had gone back into bed and the curtains were closed.

But that light in your room allowed for a shadow on your curtains to show that you were playing with yourself. I could see your back arch and the sheets move swiftly. I knew you were thinking about me, with what you were wearing. I bet you were wearing a matching set of panties with that bra. So desperate for my touch.

But nothing will ever feel I good as I will make you feel. Not today but another day my love.

Y/n Pov

25th February

It had been about a week since your encounter with what you thought was a hallucination. You were coming home from work and were held back yet again, it was around 6:30 by the time you got to leave. The street lamps were lit up and the sky was dark. You walked home with your music blasting as usual fully unaware of your surroundings. You were too tired to care, usually you would be paranoid walking home and would just have music playing in one ear. But after a long day you couldn’t give a fuck.

As you got home and took a shower almost immediately to try and relieve your stress. But that didn’t work to great, so you put on your favourite show you binged watched too many times on your laptop and cuddled up in bed with your favourite hot beverage.

Several hours went by and it was now 12:00. You still didn’t feel a great deal of stress released, so you closed your laptop and grabbed your vibrator out of your draw next to your bed.

You slipped off your panties, turning on the vibrator and placing it against your clit. The pleasure vibrated through your whole body. You thought about Hayden. As if it was him telling you that you were so wet, while pressing the vibrator harder against your now throbbing clit. Telling you that you were a good girl, and that you were doing so well. Oh how the thought of his voice alone made you wanna come. After finally reaching your climax, you felt that the stress had been reduced significantly, but it wasn’t enough. If Hayden was actually there it would have been better.

After cleaning yourself up, you heard yet another noise coming from outside . You got up quickly to open the curtains. You look out the window trying to see if you can see anyone but no one was in sight. You head to bed curious yet again.

Is there someone watching me or am I going crazy?

You fell asleep, dreaming about Hayden touch.

Hayden’s diary entry

26th February

You scared me today baby.

I thought you would have seen me again. You looked out your window and looked disappointed when you didn’t see anyone. But I was right there. You couldn’t see me of course, I was hiding. Your eyes seemed desperate to see me.

The thing is I don’t want to startle you. I just want to protect you. This suburb isn’t exactly the safest in New York. But it is the best only because you’re in it.

I could see you toying yourself again, when I got closer to your window I could hear the gasps that left your mouth. And the shuttle moan of my name. I knew you were thinking l about me. I know how much you need me. But trust me I’m going to make all this waiting worth while.

Y/n pov

March 1st

Hayden come in on his regular days to order his usual, but you were to anxious to ask him to hang out again.

It was just another day, you got off work on time and decided that you were going to the bar tonight. But Sam and Tara couldn’t stay, Sam got called into work and Tara had a family dinner. You asked Tara for a lift there and back. And to help you choose an outfit. She ended up picking a mini red dress that sat low on your chest, red heals and a necklace that fit perfectly between your breasts. You never usually wore heals and you wondered if it was too much. But she insisted.

Tara dropped you off and they were on her way, wishing you the best of luck. You entered the bar and it was fairly crowded. People playing pool, groups of girls doing shots and heaps of people in a group. Which was the first thing that enters your mind, you were at this crowed bar by yourself. You walked up to the bar where another bartender smiled at you.

“Hi.” You say shyly.

The bartender turns around

“Hi, can I get you a drink.”

“Umm, I was actually wondering if Hayden was here.”

“No sorry, he called in sick.”

“Oh”

“Did you want a drink?”

“No thank you, um I’ll probably just head out” You said awkwardly

“Well next time he’s in I’ll let him know you popped in. .”

“Ok thank you.”

You went to the bathroom to call Tara, but remembered that she was at the family dinner and she wouldn’t be able to come pick you up till at least 10:30 and it was only 8:02. Fuck it. You’ll just walk home. Yep walk home from a bar alone with a bunch of drunk men wondering around. Plus it was only a 55 minute walk. You had walked further before at night, but you were also with Sam and Tara when you did.

You left the bar and started heading home. You felt uneasy, you felt like you were being watched. You kept turning around to ensure you weren’t being followed. And in heels what if some was to run at you. You would trip just trying to take them off. You were now only a few blocks away from your apartment, it was the final stretch. When you suddenly hear light foot steps. You stop and look around, and the steps stop. Your heart drops and you immediately feel uncomfortable. You freeze not knowing what to do.

I need to get home now.

But what if they follow me home and then know where I live. And that I live alone.

Your hands began to shake. You took off your heels, and started walking home again. Your head was spinning and your heart was racing. Only two more blocks you said to yourself. You hurried towards your building and finally got to your door. Quickly going inside and locking the door behind you. You through your heels on the ground and ran into your bedroom slumping yourself onto the bed in relief that you were finally home. You texted Tara to let her know that she didn’t need to pick you up anymore as you were at home. You sat on your bed staring into nothingness for a few minutes before you heard a knock on your door. You strained your hands and they began to sweat as anxiety consumed you. Shit.

“Was someone actually following me?” You thought

You peeped your head from behind the curtain to see who was standing at your door. It was a tall man, you couldn’t seem to make out his face.

Another knock occurred, and you hear “y/n it’s Hayden.”

You sighed in relief, you got up and went to your door. He knocked again before it was interrupted by you opening the door. His tall figure stood over and he smiled.

“You left your purse at the bar.” He states as he holds up your purse.

You looked at him confused

“Wait I thought you weren’t there.”

“No I was I was just getting ready to leave, my shift had just finished. I’m guessing you asked one of the other boys where I was.”

“Yea?”

“Usually when we just finish our shift, we’ll just tell whoever is asking for us they we aren’t in or are sick so we don’t have to stay back longer” He chuckled

“That’s fair, I know how it is to have to stay back longer than scheduled.”

“But I would have stayed back for you.” He smirked “Any day.”

You smiled at his comment. And he hands you his purse and his hand lightly brushes against yours as you take it. Your face turned red like your dress.

“Wait. How did you know where I live?” You asked

“Drivers license.”

“Oh of course,” you laugh.

“Maybe one night we could get together and hang out.”

“Yea I’d love that, I’ll give you my number.”

“Ok.” He seductively whispered

“Let me get a pen.”

You quickly ran to the kitchen to grab a pen and turn around to see Hayden desperately looking you up and down. You slightly grabbed his hand and wrote your number on his palm.

“There you go.” You said tilting your head slightly.

“I better be on my way, I’ll make sure to text you.”

“Yea, ok” You smiled

“I’ll see you later alright.”

“Ok, bye.”

He left your door as he got to the foot path he turned around.

“You look beautiful in that dress by the way.”

You had your head leaning against the door frame and covered your smile with your hand, then waving him goodbye. He smiled and continued walking away from your house.

You then closed your door and locked it before jumping up and down and squealing. You placed your bag on your table and you ran straight to your room and grabbed your vibrator out of your draw and got straight to it.

Thinking about how Hayden would talk you through it, how he would edge you to make your orgasm feel even better. And how big and veiny his hands were, compared to your small hands. How he would be able to pin you down with one hand while his other played with your clit, all while he fucked you. After coming to your release you get out of bed to stretch your back.

You went for a quick shower to remove your make up and freshen up a bit. After getting changed you opened the curtains slightly to see a man’s silhouette in the bush. You immediately closed your curtains and got too scared to look again. Quickly jumping into bed covering yourself with the blanket, trying to go to sleep.

Hayden’s diary entry

1st March

You came to see me at work again, but of course I had finished early. But fuck… you looked so beautiful. The way your hair sat. The way the dress sat low on your perky breasts, and how it snatched your waist. And you wore it for me, I mean that’s why you came to the bar.

And I did follow not just because of your purse but because I needed to make sure you got home safe. I could tell you were nervous and I was going to go up to you to walk you home but I just loved watching that tiny dress ride up slightly every so often. Even when you were talking to me you were nervous, but I promise you don’t have to be nervous around me. I’ll always be here to comfort you.

And fuck I knew you were desperate when I came back to your window I could hear your soft whimpers and your vibrator. Couldn’t even wait five minutes after I left, I promise just my hand alone would be better. I know and you know it. The desperation in your voice when you speak to me is so loud. Yet your voice is so soft. When you tell me you want me, will be the day that I give it to you.

Sit on my face, devour your pussy, finger you, fuck you from behind, sideways, standing up. Anyway and anytime. I’ll make your legs shake they never before. I’ll have you begging for more, I’ll have you come so hard. That’s a promise my princess.

No one will ever love you the way that I do.

Y/n pov

March 9th

You hadn’t heard anything from Hayden, except for when he came into your work. But you were expecting a text to ask you out.

Fuck what if I wrote the wrong number down.

What if he’s out in the wrong phone number

Maybe it rubbed off before he got home

You needed to stop overthinking, you laid in bed after calling Tara and Sam to tell them what happened. You guys had been so busy that you hadn’t had time to catch up in person. After the call ended you put on your favourite show again. You stayed up in bed for a few hours. But you had this feeling like someone was watching you. You kept getting up to look out your window to see if anyone was there. From what you could see no one was in sight. Until about the 7th time you checked your window you see a man sitting behind the bush across the street. His head pops up and.. wait Hayden?

You couldn’t believe it. You rubbed your eyes to ensure that what you were seeing was actually him or if you were just hallucinating. But it was him at sat across the street with a cigarette between his lips. He looks over at your window and immediately ducks down as he’s realised that you’ve seen him. But he didn’t run, you opened your curtains completely you made it seem as if you were looking for something else outside your window, as if you didn’t just catch him. You popped backed into bed trying not to glance over. He was still watching you, you could feel it.

Well if he was watching you, then why not give him something to watch maybe he was as desperate for you as you are for him. I mean your curtains were almost always closed. You didn’t even think to ask any questions about the fact that he was just across the street watching you. It made you feel released that you weren’t just going crazy. The thought of him watching you touching yourself, made you wetter. The lighting was dull, but still put on a show for him, while trying not to glance across the street.

Hayden’s Diary entry

9th March

I thought you saw me for second. You scared the shit of me. I guess that you thought you heard something again. You looked yet again disappointed to not see anyone, more specifically me when you gazed out your window.

I looked up to see that you had gone back into bed, but the curtains were open and the room was dull, but I could see your face and white sheets. You got back into bed and I saw your hands slowly remove your panties.

Were you? You were playing with yourself, with the curtains open. The light from the lamp across the street lit up your face slightly, I was able to make out your facial expression, I could see the lust and desperation in the way your mouth moved. I could feel my cock twitch when your back arched and when you got up and rode your pillow, pretending that it was me. Weren’t you?

I want to be the one to make you feel pleasure in way you’ve never felt. Seeing you like this did something to me. It felt so wrong I wanted to give you privacy. But you opened your curtains and then started playing with yourself you were basically asking me to stay. But not to long know before I’ll have you.

Hayden’s diary entry

2nd April

Silly girl. You keeps leaving her curtains open. My darling y/n. What if someone was to walk past and see. You have no problem playing with yourself for everyone to see. That’s why I am here standing across the street from you making sure no creep is perving in you. Your legs spread with your hand between your thighs, wearing only a bra. I can see the blankets move softly as small gasps exit your mouth. Your legs spread with your hand between your thighs, wearing only a bra. Craving that release. But I promise you princess if those were my hands down there you would be a moaning mess, begging me not to stop.

I could give you the release you need, I would make you cum so hard, that your eyes would roll back as far as they could. I would make your swollen clip so sensitive that your legs would shake. Look at you, hands down your panties softly rubbing your clit in a circular motion for the world to see, but you’re mine. The things I would do to you, I would make you feel so good princess.

Hayden’s diary entry

April 20th

You got held up at work again, and we’re late to arriving at home. So I made sure to stay back and wait so I could make sure you got home safe again. I followed from a distance as usual, but didn’t have a care in the world. Just blasting your music through your headphones and not even looking around once. You don’t know how many sickos are out there, you need to be more careful.

But that’s why I am here. I can see you had a hard day, slumping your bag on the counter as soon as you got home. Your bedroom curtains were closed as they usually were throughout the day. I could see you looked tired. You opened your curtains after your shower and I see you. Just standing there staring out the window. God, look at you, hair damp, water glistening on your chest and only wearing a towel. Your lips slightly parted and eyes looked lustfully across the street.

Only if you had taken it off right then-

But you did.

You just dropped your towel. Revealing everything. What if someone was watching. I would have to do something about that. But seeing you like this made me feel full of adrenaline,I wanted to run over to your house and have your begging for my cock.

Did you want someone to see, or are you just hoping that just so happens that I come over and fuck you senseless to make you feel better?

Fuck. Everything about you makes me so fucking hard. I crave your body and seeing you like this made me want you more. You only stayed for a few seconds, before turning around and turning off your light. The room was dull but I could still see your blanket move swiftly, you were desperate.

Y/n pov

April 24th

You knew. You knew he could see you. He had been doing it for about 2 months. At least that I know of. I make sure he’s there. Watching you when you play with myself. Sometimes you would tease him and just have the curtain open slightly, which is what you did most nights because you were scared someone else was going to see. You can’t stop thinking about him when you do it. You knew he was there when you dropped my towel. You wanted to see if you could see him but you got too nervous, you didn’t want to scare him off. But you’ve considering trying to confront him.

You still have our regular chats at each other’s work, and last week you even got drinks together again. You had gone out with him at least once a week since you gave him your phone number. And every time he would bring you flowers. The sexual tension, was killing you slowly, it was his eyes and the way he smiled at you, that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You still didn’t have the courage to ask him to actually come over to you’re house. You weren’t sure why though. I mean he’s literally seen you play with yourself. And you were becoming too desperate for his touch and wanted to do something about it. You wanted more than just the subtle hands brushes, like how he would caress your hands when he spoke to you. Or when he would tuck your hair behind your ear. You needed more.

Today after coming home from work it was late, got held up by some customers that decided to order 13 hot chocolates 3 minutes before we closed. Like where is the respect for fuck sake. Anyway I got home and showered, and waited for Hayden to show up.

Around 1:00 he showed up, which was later than usual. You looked at the window trying to avoid looking at where he was hiding. You were wearing a matching set of lacy black lingerie. You closed the curtains and dressed in a hoodie and some sweatpants and walked out of the house. Hayden’s figure quickly scurried down the street, as soon as you opened my front door. So you followed him.

You followed him for about a mile without him noticing, making sure to keep your distance and hide when he looked in your direction. You finally reached his apartment, where he entered his house in a hurry. While you hid behind a tree across the street. His apartment was the first floor making it easier to see in between the slightly opened curtains.

You could see slightly into his bedroom as it lights up, he enters pulling off his hoodie. You hurried across the road, and climb up to his window. And knock on it lightly. He jumps and opens the window to see me glaring into his eyes. He opens the window with a frightened look on his face.

“What are doing here.”

You enter his room as he helps you up. You stares at you with a blank face, unsure of what’s going on.

“I know what you’ve been doing” you whisper as you move closer to him.

“I don’t know what you’re taking about.” He hesitates

“Mmh, you sure?”

He stands closer to you, now towering over you looking down at you full of desire.

“What is it exactly you think I’ve been doing?”

“You’ve been watching me do some naughty things.”

He couldn’t help but smirk.

“What naughty things,” he teased as he lifts up your chin with his index finger as his stare softens and you feel your panties become wetter.

“You’ve been watching me play with myself while I thought about you, and you never even offered to help me. Because I know that I could fulfil your desires and you could fulfil mine.”

He tilts his head and lightly bit his lip. You pushed him onto the bed and slowly climbed onto his lap while running your fingers up his bare chest, sending shivers through his body.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since I first saw you.” You said as you took off your hoodie revealing your lace bra. You felt his half hard cock turn fully hard beneath you. His hands slowly moving up your thighs to your hips caressing your soft skin with his thumbs, rubbing them gently across your soft skin.

You slowly started grinding against his hard on in his pants. He gasped softly. You stopped momentarily and took off your sweatpants chucking them across the room. Leaning down to his ear and begun to unzip his jeans.

You whispered “I gonna make you feel so good.”

Before he had a chance to say anything you pulled down his pants, along with his boxers. Revealing his long, thick hard cock with pre cum resting in his tip. Shock flooded your face when you saw the size of it. Hayden smiled at your reaction. You went down and licked the pre cum of his cock, sucking the tip of his dick made it twitch, as your hand wrapped around the bottom slowly stoking as you teased his tip with your tongue. Small whimpers left his mouth, which made you hungry for his cock. But you wanted to tease him more than ever now that you had him.

You removed your mouth from his cock, and leaned back over to his ear. You licked your hand before bringing it down to his dick. Stroking ever so slowly. His chest now moving up and down from breathing so heavy. He caressed your body with his hands moving them from your hips to your tender breasts. The way his mouth slightly parted made you soaking wet.

“Tell me what you want.” You asked

“I want you.”

“You can do better than that.” You started stroking faster. Whimpers left his mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to fuck you so hard, I want you to cum on my cock and show how good I can make you feel” He spat out.

“Mmm, really.”

“Yes, i want to be inside you so fucking bad.”

You stopped stroking his dick and he moaned at the loss of your touch.

“Don’t stop.” He whimpered

“Why should I keep going.”

“B-because I want you so fucking bad please.”

You started jerking his dick again as whimpers started escaping his mouth with every stroke.

“Tell me again”

“I want to make you cum so fucking hard, rub your clit until it’s so sensitive and your legs are shaking, fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk in the morning-“

You cut him off again by stroking his cock faster. He became a whimpering mess.

“Uuuh, f-fuck.”

You could feel him twitch him your hands you know he was close. So you stopped.

“So needy” you laughed “Show me. Show me what you want to do to me.”

Without a second thought he grabbed your hips and flipped you over so now he was on top of you, he shuffled his pants and boxers all the way off. Before slamming his plump lips into yours. The kiss was unimaginable, so messy and sloppy, yet so gentle and lustful. His tongue was fighting for dominance and won easily, slipping in and out. He lightly bit your bottom lip and pulled away slightly and you moaned at the sensation.

He started kissing your neck leaving small hickies all over.

“You’re mine and I’m gonna show everyone that.” He said with his lips pressed against your neck.

He started moving down to your breasts where he lifted you up to unclasp your bra. Be for you knew it he had taken it off and thrown it across the room.

Leaving hickies all over your tits. He grasped one breast and lightly twirled your nipple between his fingers while sucking on your other nipple. He lightly bit your nipple making you moan, he did then moved to the other one to do the same thing. Your breasts felt tender and your nipples were hard.

He moved down your stomach leaving love bites all over while caressing your tits. Before he reached your panties. He ran his fingers along the brim of your panties and teased at them. You could feel your pussy throb as he got closer.

He bit on your panties and grabbed the sides sliding them down of your ankles. He came back up and spread your legs, and kissed your inner thighs leaving more hickies all over you. He leaned moved up so his face was inline with your pussy and placed a gentle kiss on your clit.

“Please Hayden.” You moaned

“Now look who’s the needy one” he snickered

He leaned in and placed another kiss on your clit, sloppier than the last. Before his tongue between your folds. You squirmed and whimpered at his touch.

“You’re so wet for me baby.” His said against your sopping pussy. Sending vibrations through your whole body. His voice and those words together made you feel so weak.

He moved back up to your level and smashed his lips into yours. You could taste your residue on his lips.

“Ready baby.”

You nod as he begins to align his cock with your entrance.

“Use your words darling.”

“Please fuck me Hayden.”

“Good girl.”

Before you could say anything he slammed into, and began pounding into. Tears filled your eyes while moans escaped your mouth, you had felt nothing like it. How his big dick filled you up completely making you feel light headed. You swear you could feel it in your stomach. He tilted your body up to get deeper inside you, while his hands rested on your hips moving to and from your ass. While your hands explored his hair yanking it slightly and him moaning when you did it.

Pleasure coursing through your whole body as he would almost pull his cock all the way out before slamming back into hard. Leaving no room for you to form words. Just moans that echoes throughout the room. Hayden’s grunts and moans becoming more aggressive as he sped up.

“You’re taking me so well, you feel so fucking.”

You moan louder at his words, his voice did something to.

“Yes…Hayden,” you moaned as he hit your g spot.

His thrusts began to get sloppier and you could feel his dick twitch inside you. You knew he was close and you were too as your pussy clenched.

“Fuck… Hayden I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too princess.” He moaned

He moved his right hand to your throbbing clit and started rubbing circular motion over it bringing you to your climax. Your juices spill all over Hayden’s cock as you moaned his name, stars entered your vision as the pleasure coursed through your whole body. As Hayden was about to pull out you spat out desperately “No cum inside me.”

Hayden smiled and only took a few more pumps before his cock twitched and his warm seed filled you up as he moaned. It oozed out of your swollen pussy. He pulled out and laid next you as you both tried catching your breath.

“Holy fuck. That was incredible.” You managed to spit out

“I told you I would make you feel amazing.” He smirked “You took me so well darling.”

You squirm at his words and lay your head and his chest. Simply at a loss for words for what just happened.

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Please let me know what you think, I’m sorry if it isn’t great this is my first time writing smut :)

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afatallovesong · 2 years

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Dear Diary

An Ashton Irwin one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Super short overstimulation fic bc I could

Word Count: 1024

You took a mental picture of the situation. You could see the note already scrawled out underneath it, like the entry to a diary. It was a confession, a shocking event worth documenting. Your body had never reacted to him like this. Where your legs usually split like an open invitation for his love, today you found them fighting to close. To force him out. To take a breather from his torture. You’d ached around his fingers. You’d given him the best that you could. Your hips no longer wished to shake. Your core no longer enjoyed the burn of a coming orgasm. You were spent. Nothing left to give but the twitching if your hips, the involuntary clenching around his already soaked digits.

“Come on, open up for me.” He beckons you. He toys with you. Both your thighs were tightened around his arm and yet he had enough strength to remain in place. “Feel you pulsing.” His other hand trickles down your thigh, toward your hip. Chills run across your scorching hot skin. “Know you can give me more.” Despite his threats before he’d softened to reel you in. “Just let me in.” He’s caressing your hip, grabbing, and releasing, kneading into you with his soft hands. Your legs loosen their grip against your will. He’d smile but the battle wasn’t over yet.

“I can’t, I can’t.” You’re panting, writhing as his fingers curl inside you. Your head is spinning, you’re thrashing around, and he just used his spare hand to fasten you into the mattress. You’re enthralled at the strength he’s shown. You’d appreciate it if he wasn’t overstimulating you. You hoped you’d go numb. He’d worked you so hard you broke and couldn’t be used anymore. You wouldn’t have to fight against your next orgasm and the toll it took on your body. The absolute wreckage of them.

“You wanted this; you wanted me to use you.” You blocked that conversation from your mind 3 orgasms ago. You’d said something vaguely along those lines, you couldn’t quite recall it at this moment in time, but he’d certainly help you with that. “Need you so bad,” he mimics, leaning down, his face lowering to the crook of your neck where he kissed between sentences. “Need you to fuck me. Need your cock.” You’re shaking your head, you refused to acknowledge it even if that was the truth. “Want you to use me baby please.” He whines and pouts towards the end and your legs are loosening again, letting him fuck a little deeper. Did you have any power at all?

“Well, I’m going to use you, and you’re going go like it.” The breath fluttering over your earlobe has your cunt clenching. You feel his smirk against your skin, and he thinks he’s won but he’s not there yet. You didn’t have it in you. You thought you’d never cum again for the rest of your life. You just throbbed and burned, maybe even stung from the constant pounding. You were soaked for sure, no doubt about that, but the consistent motion and friction, you’d be sore for days, limping too probably. “Thought you were there, weren’t you there sweetheart?” You shake your head with a sob. When he pulls back, sitting up again, you think he too, might be ready to cry.

“You want me to fuck you all night but don’t have the decency to cum on my fingers? Hmm. How will I know you can take this cock if you can’t even take these. So, fucking ungrateful baby, that hurts.” You let out a choked sob at the thought of him fucking you even after all this. Never mind aching for days, it’ll be weeks, months, and years. You could say goodbye to walking ever again. There was no way you’d see the outside of this room for at least 3 years at this rate.

He’s bending them gorgeous fingers inside again and your pulse skyrockets before your back arches from the bed beneath his grasp. “There it is, let it out baby.” You’re trying to squeeze your thighs again but it’s no use. Its hurtling towards you and there’s no signs of stopping it. “Come on baby that’s it, good girl, cum for me.” You’re crying, tears burning down your cheeks as you feel your whole body burst before disintegrating into nothingness. It’s as if you pushed yourself over the edge of a cliff, to fall and not acknowledge the trip down. You were in your subconscious. Here but not here. Floating away from him. You saw him but couldn’t register his voice, just this ringing in your ears, the blurry noise of the images before you. Your lover stroking your cheek, no longer talking, just looking at you with nothing but kindness and concern.

You’re drifting away. You hadn’t felt your rapid breaths, your panicked expression, nor the way your hips were cracking as you dropped them to the mattress. You’re so faded you took a while to notice he’d slipped from the room to grab a hot flannel for you. He’s cleaning you up, rubbing over your bruised cunt, your soaked thighs. He’s swapping the flannel for a cooler one, tackling the sweat coating your chest, just dabbing it away before moving it towards your brow, then to pat your nose as you stir back round.

He’s ogling at you, but you feel like a sick patient with a nurse here to tend to your every need instead of a cared for girlfriend. “I love you.” Is what you try to say but with the coarseness of your dehydrated throat, you hardly say a word at all. He’s already hopping off the bed to grab a glass of water before you even attempt to request one. He’s slipping his hand under your neck, lifting it toward the glass he leant softly against your lips before tilting it, allowing the water to flow between your puffy pink lips.

Your eyes roll back at the sharpness of the cool beverage. The water soothed the scratchiness in your throat and the dryness of your tongue, proving a hero for your oral needs but God there was so much it couldn’t do for you. You could scarcely move, feel your limbs at all actually. Not to mention you couldn’t focus on anything but the stray curls sticking to his forehead as if they were glued there purposefully. “I love you.” You croak again. He’s fighting a smile at your poor attempt. “I love you.” He says sweetly, eyes raking over your face, memorising each feature exactly as it was now, natural. He’d also be taking an image for his diary entry. “I’d love you more if you were hydrated.”

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popcornforone · 2 months

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MARCH

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

Masterlist

February

How are we already in March? Must be time for another diary entry from our writer about her exploits with Marcus.

Synopsis:- Marcus is working away on a case & you just want to chat to him on a Saturday night.

Word count:-1900

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Phone sex,masturbating, innuendo, talk of piv & oral, sexual video, swearing, drinking, pining. remember this is a diary so from the readers point of view.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feedback is always welcome. I hope you enjoy.

I hate it when Marcus is away. It not that I don’t like doing my own thing, but I miss the cuddles. I love that I can watch what I want, can eat what I like at a time that’s good for me & not have to worry if he’s going to randomly message going he needs dinner, or planning something & then him last minute saying actually. But I miss his little smile. I miss little suggestive winks. I miss the way he makes me cum. I miss the taste of him spilling down my throat. I just am missing him so bad.

I know it’s only 10 days & it’s important for his job & career but it’s just a huge hole in the bed next to me. I can starfish all I want, but I’d much prefer to be sinking into the mattress with my feet on his shoulders as he asks me if I can take more. Don’t tell Marcus this, I mean you’re a diary so you won’t, but I use his pillow to sleep on when he’s not here. I always make sure the bedding is fresh for when he is back but no I want to smell my man. I have needs & his scent helps me with some of them.

It’s not like we don’t see each other though. We face time & text & send photos to each other, but he’s often tired & a little grumpy. Works stressful when he’s home let alone working on something else where.

I knew he had Sunday off last week so I asked him to have a chill Saturday night & get ready for a phone call. I wanted his soothing voice to send me asleep. But I also wanted to see if he was up for something.

First call he doesn’t answer at 10pm. Maybe he had already fallen asleep. But the second call he answers.

“Hey sorry was in the middle of cleaning my teeth baby”

“I hope you didn’t swallow”

“No swallowing toothpaste isn’t that good for you” I am glad it’s not face time. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to see if things could get spicy. But clearly he was being practical. Yep that was my man there, not taking a hint unless it’s bleeding obvious to him.

“How was today?”

“Good, we think we might be on the red eye on Tuesday if we’re lucky. Latest is still Thursday night which is meant to happen” I can hear a tap turn off in the back ground & the bathroom light button click. I know he’s got ready for bed. I am already in bed. I need to clean my own teeth once the call is over but it won’t take me long. I’ve got a glass of wine on the bed side table which I’m sipping. I’m also in just my dressing gown, & I know I have something to pleasure myself with after hearing my man’s delicious voice.

“What about you beautiful, what did you do today?”

“Saw my mum took her shopping, she wanted a new handbag, she treated me to lunch & then I decided to start sorting out junk in the study”

“junk?”

“Yes junk” I giggle”you know all the stuff we said we’d sort out when we moved i together nearly 18 months ago that we didn’t need or were duplicates”

“Please tell…”

“Don’t worry don’t worry” I hear the panic in his voice “I didn’t touch the comics or anything that wasn’t mine, that’s still for you to sort”

“Oooh thank god…” I hear a sigh of relief down the phone & hear him sit on the bed “because”

We then say in unison “some of those comics are limited print”

“I know Marcus I know, you need to have them valued for insurance purposes” we talk about this every now & then. I have a couple of original art pieces that I got insured last year, after they had just sat in a corner & told Marcus he could do his comics & collectibles at the same time but he said he’d need to go to a specialist. He’s never been.

“So what are you going to do on your day off?” I ask as I sip more wine.

“I want to go to that new art exhibition that’s here…” Marcus has always loved weird art & he knows I appreciate it but not to his tastes it’s a bit to gloomy what he likes, not what you should put up in the house, not that we could even afford it. I let him talk about a few other things too.

“Well on Sunday im going to write in my journal & then I’m going to get on with building those Lego flowers you got me for Christmas, I can’t kill them can I” he giggles down the phone at me.

“Oooh no you can’t murder those. Thank god. I recon you could try tho”

“Would you have to investigate & come home if I did?”

“100%”

“Then I’ll go commit some crime” we both laugh & then sigh. The silence between us on the phone for a few seconds is just perfect. Hearing him breathe is a joy.

“Marcus…”

“Yes baby” I smirk as his voice seems deeper for some reason. I’m going to try something.

“What are you wearing?” I lick my lips as I say it.

“My jammies… you know the blue & black striped ones…I’ve also…” he then goes on to talk about if it’s okay to wear socks in bed or not as his feet feel cold. I’m a little bit gutted. I know he takes things literally but I wanted more or maybe something sexy. Also Marcus only wear his Jammies when he’s away incase he’s woken up at 3am to go look at something. He’s shy at times & doesn’t want any work colleagues to walk in on him hanging out, or with his naked arse in the air. What a peach they would see. I sigh a little which he picks up on.

“Was that the wrong answer?”

“No I just… I wanted something more adventurous.” I’m always honest with Marcus.

“Okay so then what are you wearing baby”

“Well…”I then untie my robe “say the words baby & I’ll start to moan for your listening pleasure”

“Why are you hurt?”

“Marcus!”

“What”

“Is your line tapped?”

“No”

“Well I’m just taking my robe off & am going to enjoy myself in bed” I slip the robe off. “Imagine if we were face timing baby” I whisper “you wouldn’t be seeing my face”

“Well erm…” I can tell he’s flustered & trying to work out how to say some spicy stuff. “Ermmmm… I”

“It really is a good thing we aren’t looking at each other” I smile trying to reassure him that it’s okay if he doesn’t want to.

“No I… I’m just having a moment” the phone line falls silent for a second before Marcus speaks. “Does the bed still smell of me”

“Yea baby”

“Then sleep on that side when you have fun later, I want my side to be a little damp” he’s getting into it even if shyly.

“Do you think of me?”

“Yes baby” he’s dropped his voice it’s getting sexier.

“In the shower?”

“Why do you think I’m always so clean when I come back from a job?”

“It’s not as good as me though…”

“Oooh fuck no!” Is his abrupt response “I might moan & fist harder but it’s not like your bending over in the shower is it”

“I always like to wash your chest, lather you up, caress those broad shoulders…”

“& then drop to your knees like the naughty little slut you are”

“I…” I was not expecting Marcus to get into this so quickly. All it had taken was a few back & forth & he was now calling me a slut down the phone. “Do you like me on my knees?”

“I like you in any position, begging for me”

“The way you face fuck me…”

“…oooh when I can’t tell if it’s spit or my cum or shower water…”

“Getting clean is always such a dirty task”

“Oooh baby” I hear him moan.

“Yes baby, my fingers in my cunt, my lips at your base, in your pubes, steam building up in a hot shower, you gripping my chin thrusting away”

“Down your throat, good thing you had your tonsils taken out, they’d be so swollen” as this conversation goes on, I’ve starting pleasuring my clit, I’ve not used my vibrator yet I think I will need that when the call ends.

“Marcus, tell me I’m a good girl”

“No…” he’s panting”you so naughty, good girls wouldn’t be masturbating on the phone”

“& what does that make you…?” I gasp, arousal is seeping.

“A very bad boy, a bad boy who wants to get on the next flight & wishing his penis was satisfying you instead.”

We moan down the phone at each other getting off to each others seduction.

“I need your mouth”

“So do I”

“69?”

“Oooh baby i’ll get on a plane to you”

“Naked?”

“If it meant quicker pleasure yes”

Eventually we both finish out sexual discussion. For a man who was shy to start with Marcus got into it. He screamed my name as he obviously climaxed & spilled into his hand.

“I think I need a shower” he says breathily “I’ve made a right mess”

“Hmmm” I reply back, I’m contemplating do I clean my teeth now or do I hang up & use the vibrator. “I’m so glad you got into that Marcus”

“I am too, we should try that again sometime”

“Maybe next time we do face time in”

“& me see your pussy gushing without me being able to taste it?” He scoffs “that’s not playing fair.”

“Well finish this case quickly & you can come home for all the shower sex in the world.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that sexy” I know the face he’s pulling even without seeing it it’s a soft but sexy smirk.

“I’m gonna go clean my teeth & actually go to bed now Marcus” I say “thank you for everything baby”

“For once I’m gonna ask you to spit not swallow, it’s not my cum that will be foaming at your lips” I gasp. Marcus finally got my line from earlier.

“I only swallow what’s good for me”

“Oooh you’re so good being bad”

“Night Marcus I love you”

“Not as much as I love you”

Yea that was a fabulous time on the phone to my Marcus. Someone so shy then got so into being so naughty. & I think I unlocked a sexual beast, because once my teeth were clean there was a text on my phone. An encrypted video. With a message underneath.

“Because your vibrator won’t be enough” & the video in question was Marcus handling his throbbing penis, angry & wanting to be buried somewhere soft & warm. It gets me off on both Saturday night & Sunday morning.

April

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cinnamon-sticks-and-coffee-cups · 2 years

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salut mes anges! today i thought i’d share some tips for learning french (or any language really)! please enjoy lovelies <3

⁎⁺˳✧༚ form a book club!

this is a great way to improve in all areas of language learning (reading, writing, speaking, listening) and make it fun and social! if you have a few friends also learning the same language as you, why not try to read a book in your target language every month? you can get together to discuss your favourite parts, what you did and didn’t like, and even write a review at the end! this works well both irl and virtually (discord would be a great platform for this <3)

⁎⁺˳✧༚ listen to music!

finding some good songs in your target lang can be really helpful! singing along in the car improves your pronunciation, you can note down new vocab as you encounter it, you could give translating the lyrics a go and learn new idioms/metaphors or you could just sit back and enjoy being immersed in the language you’re learning ! i found this one super fun and relatively low effort so maybe give it a chance :D

⁎⁺˳✧༚ speak!

this sounds basic af but i promise there’s actual insight here. speaking whenever possible means you apply all new grammar and vocab you’ve learnt to real life situations! you can chat to your friends, to your pets, record voice memos with shopping lists/notes/observations/diary entries, converse online, read passages of books aloud in your target lang, talk to siri in ur target lang, sing whilst you do mundane chores etc. speak every opportunity you get, because it really does improve your fluency!!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ change your phone settings!

when I first did this, it was definitely scary but ultimately really useful. it forces you to interact with the language daily, and even if you don’t understand everything at first, context and previous knowledge helps you to piece things together. also, your phone has a lot of high-frequency words that are insanely useful in everyday life!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ keep a diary!

this helps you improve fluency and express yourself better, highlights gaps in your vocab, means you learn all your most used words in your target language, helps you to learn how to apply grammar rules and form sentences that sound natural and gives you a record of all the progress you’ve made! you can look back at how far you’ve come which is honestly one of the most rewarding experiences :D

⁎⁺˳✧༚ don’t give up!!

when you’re a beginner, everything feels new and exciting and you feel super smart because you’re learning so many new words! however, as you improve, you’ll realise just how much you don’t know (“i can carry a conversation, sure, but what if i wanted to talk about something specific, like philosophy or biology? there’s just so much i still have to learn!”) don’t let this discourage you! it’s a sign you’re improving :) just try to interact with the language often and keep up the good work <3

i hope this was useful! sorry for the long post lmao T-T je t’aime!!

#cinnamon’s french posts #français #french #frenchblr #langblr #polygot #language learning #language learning tips #studyblr #apprendre le français

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[CN] Victor’s Ranch Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 牧场之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

It’s very important to read the PROLOGUE and the DIARY ENTRIES before the date. Remember to read them first! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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✧ [PART 1] ✧

The awning overhead under the bus stop next to the ranch renders shade in the fervent summer sun.

I look at the time on my phone screen and can’t help but sigh.

MC: What’s taking him so long...

I set several alarms before going to bed last night, wanting to give Victor a “surprise,” who specifically reminded me not to oversleep.

As a result, I rushed to the bus stop where we planned to meet with my heart abounding in excitement, only to find that I’d arrived a full hour early.

Staring at the chat box, I debate whether or not to send Victor a message.

MC: No, nope, can’t! If I did so, there would be no point in getting up early today!

I release a gigantic yawn, my gaze wandering over the passing crowd in my surroundings.

Passerby: Darling, let’s go milk the cows first! That’s the ace of the items here!

I look around at the sound of the voice, watching the young men and women walking toward the gate of the ranch as they chat and laugh.

On the huge billboard at the entrance–– adorable cattle and sheep are roaming among the vast pastures, looking carefree and at ease.

My heart, which has grown somewhat restless from the wait, gradually settles down under the influence of the relaxing ambience.

I casually pick up the guidebook that’s placed by the bus stop and look at the tagline on the cover.

MC: “Experience close interactions with the animals to your heart’s liking, and enjoy a relaxing holiday that allows your heart to fly freely.”

I mumble to myself as I read through the guidebook, inwardly figuring out what items I want to experience with Victor today.

MC: …let me find that ace event… ah, here it is!

MC: “Taste the exclusive mellow reward with the milking challenge,”…it really seems that they weren’t wrong.

MC: Wow~ The ranch’s special offer, “Bunny Pasta,” looks so cute and delicious!

Each of the unique experiences offered by the ranch makes it difficult for me to choose as I’m constantly weighing the order of priorities.

Perhaps it’s the brain operating a brief “job,” or perhaps it’s the warm sunshine–– I find that my drowsiness has been set off.

I yawn again, though only ten minutes have passed.

MC: How about I shut my eyes for a little while…

With this thought, I close my eyes. The vision of a brilliant summer day appears in my mind as Victor brings out a chilled pudding from the kitchen.

MC: [eyes still closed] …it’s such a hot day. If only I could pull out a chilled pudding from my bag at any time.

?? (Victor): You’re the first person with the ability to “talk in sleep” while being awake.

A deep, low, helpless voice resounds in my ear, forming a wonderful overlap with the scene in my mind.

My eyes snap open–– the familiar figure standing in front of me just happens to screen off even the last beams of the blazing sun.

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✧ [PART 2] ✧

Seemingly because of my “sleep talking” just now, Victor brings me straight to the “Bunny Restaurant” after we walk into the ranch.

The not-so-big restaurant is decorated with a few tables, and the soft tablecloths are trimmed with various cute bunny prints.

Waiter: Soft-boiled eggs for two, and our signature dish, “Bunny Pasta.” The chilled pudding will be served at the end of the meal. Please enjoy.

The pasta on the plate is orchestrated in the silhouette of a rabbit, with carrots and broccoli embellishing the rather soulful features.

The steamy soft-boiled eggs sit on small rattan-woven trays, representing a rather ranch-like style.

MC: [to the eggs] Let’s start with you!

I reach for the steaming hot egg, but am captured in the air by another hand.

Victor: Not afraid of the heat?

MC: If I get burned, I will pinch the ears.

I speak in a serious manner. However, I still can’t resist the gaze Victor casts me; obediently take out a tissue and wrap the egg.

The heat travels down my fingertips. I subconsciously pinch the two corners, unexpectedly drawing out the shape of two cat ears.

MC: Pfft. Victor, don’t you think it looks cute?

Victor: Are you planning to pinch the egg’s “ears” if you get burned?

MC: I can also eat it and take revenge “for the burn.”

Victor: You’re quite vindictive.

MC: I call this fair and aboveboard “revenge.”

I lightly knock the egg twice on the edge of the table as I speak. The fine cracks spread irregularly across the eggshell, a familiar-looking pattern intruding into my line of sight.

MC: This pattern...

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━━━ [FLASHBACK BEGINS] ━━━

A month ago, I was at Souvenir for Victor’s “new dish tasting session.”

As the sole tasting official, I’d availed myself of Victor going out to answer a call and treated myself with an extra pudding.

I snuck into the back kitchen with an absolutely empty plate and quietly cleaned it up.

MC: Why are they here? They shouldn’t be expired, right?

I picked up the eggs and sifted through them. The date of manufacture on them was the day before, so I guess Victor had left them here.

With this thought in mind, I opened the fridge door to return them to their original host when I unwittingly glanced at an inconspicuous pattern next to the date.

A chick half squatted in an eggshell, the simple lines were nifty and exquisite, and appeared to have been designed with care.

MC: What on earth is this chicken pattern for?

Victor: It’s a logo.

MC: !

I was given a scare by the sudden sound behind me, causing the egg in my hand to be tossed in midair.

In the next second, Victor caught it steadily, looking at me with a more roguish, playful look in his gaze.

Victor: Is this your new method of “blowing up the kitchen?”

MC: No, of course not. It’s cause you appeared out of nowhere and startled me.

Victor: What are you doing sneaking around here.

Victor: Staring at an egg in a daze?

MC: I-I was just here to wash my hands, that’s all. I cleaned all the dessert plates while I was at it!

Looking into those inquiring eyes, I hurriedly diverted the topic.

MC: The chick logo on this egg is so unique. Are those very special eggs?

Victor: Not really. It’s just that their manufacturing ranch doesn’t supply goods to the outside world. As a result, they can’t be seen on the market.

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This pattern… is the same as the one I’ve seen previously at Souvenir. As I recall this scene, I can’t help but be entranced.

Victor: Why are you staring blankly at the egg again?

MC: Where was the “again”…

Victor: It was the time when you ate a pudding on the sly, snuck into the back kitchen, and were discovered by me.

MC: D-Do you have any evidence!

Victor: Nope. But the glass of the external wall is transparent.

MC: …

After suddenly being struck by the tale of being caught in the act after a month’s time, I lower my head and peel the egg, knowing that I’m the one in the wrong.

Victor: Take this one.

Victor naturally puts his peeled egg into my palm and takes away the one I was peeling.

MC: So… is this the ranch you were talking about that doesn’t supply goods to the outside world?

Victor: Your mind’s turned quite speedily this time.

MC: In that case, let me make another reasonable speculation…

MC: Was LFG among the investors who supported the redevelopment of this town?

Victor doesn’t reply, just softly hooking the corners of his upward. The answer already needs no explanation.

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✧ [PART 3] ✧

[T/N]: Sorry, but the first section without any context is just–– skfksjzpwk my head went straight into the gutter LOL and HIS VOICE ACTING DOESN’T HELP!!! (//◎/o/◎//)

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After brunch, Victor and I enter the stall barn to experience the “milking challenge,” the one I’ve been looking forward to the most.

Staff Member: ...before milking, create distractions for the cows with food, then gently stroke their backs to build trust.

Staff Member: During the process, as long as you don’t pull too hard and apply the appropriate amount of pressure, it’ll be fine.

I lean on Victor and listen attentively to the staff’s explanation.

At the thought of doing it myself later, I can’t help being eager and squeezing my palms.

MC: How much is the “appropriate” amount of pressure?

Noticing my muttering, the staff member smiles and winks, pointing to Victor beside me.

Staff Member: Miss, you can try it out by squeezing your boyfriend. He will feel just a little amount of pain, that’s all.

I tentatively look at Victor as I conscientiously contemplate this suggestion.

My eyes travel from his fingertips to his forearms, to his shoulders, then to his chest and his slightly peeking out collarbones through his half-open neckline.

Finally, my gaze meets those ever-calm and deep eyes. Sure enough, he knits his brows into a frown.

Victor: What’s on your mind?

MC: No-nothing.

Victor laughs out loud, a little helplessly. He then inches a bit closer to me.

Victor: Squeeze anywhere you like.

Victor: However, there’s a condition.

MC: What’s the condition!

Victor: It’s confidential for the time being.

I pout, but lean over anyway, ready to seize this rare opportunity.

My gaze cruises along the tips of his slightly damp hair, and lands on the exposed half of his arm. I raise my hand and gently squeeze an inch of warm skin on his arm, exerting slight pressure.

MC: Is this force okay?

Victor: Too gentle.

MC: Ah, how about this?

Victor: [sexy gasp] …too strong.

MC: Then, I’ll change the position again.

Victor: [laughs helplessly] Do you think you’re kneading dough?

Though a little helplessness is evident in Victor’s tone, his eyes reveal a tinge of laughter. He takes my hand in a smooth motion and squeezes it twice in his palm before holding it firmly in his grip.

Victor: This is just right, got it?

Soon, we grab our tools and make our way to the fenced-off area on the outdoor lawn.

As I rest my upper body on the fence and enjoy the relaxed and contented “cow walk,” my eyes fix themselves on a pair of relatively docile-looking mother and child.

But unexpectedly, as soon as we walk into the enclosure, the little cow continues to make a low, vigilant “moo” sound.

MC: Why does the calf keep shouting? Is it afraid or…

Victor: Wait a moment first.

Victor pulls me behind him and takes two steps toward it. The little cow’s bellowing grows more and more high-pitched.

He creases his brows, as though he already knows what the problem is.

Victor: This should be a stress response. It’s afraid that we might hurt its mother.

Victor: A little appropriate appeasement will do.

MC: Soothing seems to be done with feeding it first, and then, what should we do?

Victor: Weren’t you quite engrossed when listening to the briefing?

MC: How can you remember if you only listen to it once…

I poke Victor’s arm with my finger, tossing a look of “I’ll leave this in your hands.”

Victor curls his fingers and taps me on the forehead, leaning down to lift the milk jar.

He places the milk jar in front of the calf and successfully attracts its attention. Then squatting down, he raises his hand to the calf’s back and strokes it gently.

Along with his action, the calf gradually quiets down, letting out a relaxed “moo” sound from time to time.

Looking at Victor exuding an air of such proficiency, I can’t resist poking fun.

MC: I didn’t expect CEO Victor to be so experienced in milking cows. Could it be that he’s learned this before?

Victor: I’m not like a dummy.

Victor: Once you’ve understood the demonstration, come over and give a hand.

He straightens up as he speaks, preparing to stand up. But at some point, the mama cow suddenly appears behind him.

MC: …Victor, behind you!

I open my mouth nervously, subconsciously freezing where I’m standing. Victor’s hand pauses in mid-air, still holding the posture of appeasing the calf.

In the next second, the mama cow’s curled tongue is licking at him as if thanking him for soothing the calf.

Victor smiles. As though thinking of something, an unbridled tenderness streams through his eyes.

I heave a sigh of relief, my footsteps immediately becoming relaxed. I promptly take the milk bucket, which Victor stuffs into my hand.

Victor: It’s time for a certain someone to go into the battle personally.

MC: I’d still like to ask “Teacher Victor” for more help!

I imitate Victor’s movements and squat down next to the cow, and the soft yet solid sensation unconsciously makes my hands shudder a little.

After a few very careful squeezes, there is not even a single drop of milk in the bucket.

MC: Victor, what should I do? Should I use a little more force?

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[T/N]: LOL this cracked me up, remembering his MC imitation of the same sentence hahaha 🤪

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Victor chuckles softly and slowly crouches down beside me.

He lifts his hand and covers the back of mine, softly nudging my knuckles twice. As the familiar warmth spreads along my palm, I tilt my head and look into his eyes.

Victor: You were panicking just now.

Victor: I don’t see you thinking this much when you’re pawing at me.

MC: That’s because the object is you. How can this be the same!

Victor: Remember the strength I used just now?

As he speaks, he clasps my five fingers with slight force, a little more, and a little more.

As I watch the pure white milk slowly fill the iron bucket, my heart also becomes wonderfully crammed and heavy.

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✧ [PART 4] ✧

By the time we come out of the stall barn, the color of the sky is already gradually turning dark.

The deep twilight tinges the distant pastures with a smear of crimson, and even our overlapping shadows become softer.

I take Victor’s phone and admire the photos he has taken during this time.

The kitten hiding in the cardboard box, the scenery of the streets, the restaurants he’s visited–– each of them corresponds to the “tasks” I assigned him.

MC: It seems that CEO Victor has completed his tasks properly.

MC: I actually thought you’d been so busy with work that you wouldn’t have the means to complete all these tasks.

Victor: Since I’d promised you, naturally, I’d fulfill it.

MC: I should have known to give you more tasks!

Victor: The vacation isn’t over yet. It’s still within the period of validity.

MC: In that case, I want to have caramel pudding tonight! The extra-large kind!

A soft laugh spills from Victor’s throat, as though he’s already guessed my childish desire long ago.

Victor: You can have whatever you want tonight.

MC: Then I’ll have the spicy crayfish, aromatic pan-fried steak, and better yet, some fried chicken!

Victor: You do know how to seize the opportunity.

Victor: Go on, what else do you want to do?

MC: I also want to decorate the dinner setting a little! After all, I’ve chosen a delicious bottle of red wine. So, of course, we have to complete the sense of ceremony.

MC: Consider it our celebration party~

Victor: What are we celebrating?

MC: Celebrating that… the both of us have completed all our tasks perfectly.

I take Victor’s to-do list, preparing to tick the last one–– “spend a wonderful vacation together with MC at the ranch.”

At this moment, the sudden “baa baa” sound drifting to my ears captures my attention. But when I look around, I find no sign of a sheep.

MC: Victor, wasn’t that the cry of a lamb just now? Or did I hear wrong?

Victor: You’re right. I heard it too.

MC: But there’s nothing around here.

Victor: A flock of sheep passed by not long ago, and a lamb may have wandered off and got lost.

MC: So, shall we look for it then!

Victor arches an eyebrow, displaying an expression that he’s already guessed my thoughts long ago. He takes my hand and walks down the slope towards the depths where the wildflowers are luxuriant.

MC: Baa baa, baa baa~

Lamb: Baa~

The sound of a lamb crying finally rings out again in the underbrush next to us. I hurriedly brush aside the sawdust and wildflowers, and a tiny black-and-white lamb emerges in front of us.

Seemingly wounded, its body shudders faintly, but it’s not afraid of strangers.

Victor bends down and cradles it up. The little lamb lies quietly in his arms, making a feeble “baa baa” sound.

Victor: [HOW CAN YOUR VOICE BE SO TENDER AKASKVKD] Its hind leg is injured, nothing serious.

I scan the surroundings to see if there’s anything I can find to help cheer it up. The blooming small, pure white flowers ineffably seem a little familiar on the endless field.

MC: I think I’ve seen this kind of flower in the guidebook… are they alfalfa flowers?

MC: This one is food for the lambs!

Victor: You really do have a good memory when it comes to food.

I smile mischievously, pluck an alfalfa flower and bring it to the lamb’s mouth. The lamb, which has been lowering its head till now, is instantly drawn to it.

MC: As soon as you’ve seen food, you’re in high spirits! There’s such a large area of alfalfa blossom here…

MC: Victor, do you think this little fella sneaked off wanting to eat at the buffet?

Victor: Is this also a resonance among the foodies?

MC: It’s a cross-species communication regarding delicious food!

Victor: Sophistry.

Victor hooks the corners of his lips upward in an evasive manner.

After he calls the staff, we sit together on the ground and wait for them to come over and pick up the lamb.

Enjoying the last smear of the indulgent sunset of the day, looking at the lamb resting comfortably in our arms, and this pastureland atmosphere, I can’t help but open my mouth.

MC: Victor, investing in small towns to help them restore their industry… it’s unlike the usual style of your business ventures.

Victor raises his eyebrow at me, wearing an engrossing expression.

Victor: What do you think I was supposed to do?

MC: Meticulous planning and earning money speedily.

Victor: Well, that’s exactly what it’s doing now too.

MC: But, this is also the supplier of Souvenir.

MC: You wouldn’t just stock causally at such an important place, right? There must be some special reason.

Victor: Take a guess.

MC: Can you at least give me a hint!

Victor: The answer lies in the places we have visited today.

I carefully search my mind for the memories of today, looking for anything “special” within this context.

My train of thought skims over every stretch of road from the bus stop, to the restaurant, to the ranch, until it finally rests at the milking scene.

MC: Is it the milking? Milk… could it be pudding! Is it the raw material for the pudding you make?

Victor: To be precise, it’s part of the material.

Victor: For the purpose of restoring an irreplaceable part of the memory to its original state.

His voice is light, and his entire being seems to have shed its sharpness and is enclosed in a soft layer of gentleness.

I recall the story he told me about learning how to make pudding. I suddenly realize what’s going on.

For a while, neither of us speaks. I follow his gaze into the distance as though I, too, can see that distant place wholly tinged with the colors of memories.

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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to Victor’s 5th Birthday ASMR, where he tells MC how his mom taught him to make “the most delicious” pudding in the world when he was a lil kid. And, today, if she knew just how much MC loves his pudding, she would be very happy~ 🥺❤️

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I lean on Victor’s shoulder, speaking in a half-joking manner.

MC: How about making some extra puddings for me tonight then?

Victor: Nope.

MC: Why! I’m exercising my right to continue mentioning tasks during this trip!

I poke his arm in feigned dissatisfaction, only to be caught by a hand in mid-air.

The only remnants of light scattered on the horizon reflect the premeditated smile hanging at the corners of his lips.

Victor: I’ll decide the menu for tonight.

Victor: This is the condition under which, earlier, you were allowed to run amok on me.

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[T/N 1.0]: Me sobbing at how not only MC cherished the taste of his pudding for 17 years, even though she couldn’t remember his face, but she also tried her best to replicate that flavor, possibly so that boy in her memory would still be with her! Throwback to 泽言哥哥!!! 😭

[T/N 2.0]: VICTOR!!! I can’t with the depth this man’s love!!! This reminds me how–– because his mom took him to that designer’s exhibition as a kid and said she really liked the “Heart Of Eternity” earrings–– many years later when he’d become his own person and had the ability to do so, he purchased and donated those earrings to the museum– (Dazzling Date + Only Tonight MQ).

[T/N 3.0]: Not to mention how he suffered and carried the burdens of travelling through time and space for his mom too, as a kid (R&S Fleeting)🥲 And adding to that the emails his mom left for him and how he still calls her number to let her know about the minutes of his life HHNNGGGNNN AND NOW THIS!!! Zero was right and truer words have never been spoken!!!😭

“Victor, I am afraid even the gods don’t have such a heart of tender affection for the world as you do, do they?”

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#On the date: please do read the diary entries beforehand. THEY ARE JUST SO— 🥺💘#Also I just wanted a nice fluffy date. I DID NOT ORDER TEARS!! VIC MOM! VICTOR WHY ARE YOU SO— YOU ARE NOT AT ALL GOOD FOR MY LITTLE HEART—#he’s just way way WAY TOO much for my little heart hnngnnn 🥺 the “GRAND MIRACLE” indeed– ಥ‿ಥ❤️#P.S. YESSSS you’re one big sexy dough LOL ⁄(⁄ ⁄@⁄▿⁄@⁄ ⁄)⁄#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mr love victor #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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tyy @phoenix666stuff for requesting! i rlly loved writing this, hope you enjoy <333 also reqs are open!!

pairing. atsumu x gn! reader

word count. 794

synopsis. you’re new in town and japan as a whole. lucky for you, your assigned guide knows all the best places to take you...

a/n. this is so not proofread so if you see a spelling mistake or a grammatical error i want you to pretend it’s not there, if it’s negligible; but if you genuinely don’t understand what’s going on lmk and i’ll fix it <333 this is so bad, i promise i don’t always write this badly T-T ++ idk why i included diary entries lmao i just didn’t know how to show the passing of time without literally writing *time passes* sorry it’s so short :(((

cw. swearing, one mention of death

p.s. red camellia also symbolise love

dear diary,

i’m in japan now! it’s nice to be in a different place. home is safe and comforting but the uncertainty of an entirely new country is just as exciting. the anxiety is eating away at my stomach but it’s almost comforting at the same time, i’ll overcome it. i’m about to immerse myself into a whole new world, a new beginning, so many new possibilities.

the school’s assigned me a sort of guide to help me with the language and the cultural barrier. i think his name’s atsumu? i’m not sure. i’m meeting him in the library tomorrow.

wish me luck!

goodnight diary, speak to you tomorrow, love [name]

“atsumu miya, nice to meet you, and you are?” his hand’s outstretched. his entire vibe felt so comforting, it reminded you a bit of home; you could already feel yourself warming up.

“[name], [surname]. it’s nice to meet you too.”

it was sunny that day; it honestly felt like the sun was always out when you were with him. you didn’t understand why, but he genuinely felt like home away from home. your soul was serene and there was already a sense of familiarity between the two of you.

he had picked kitchen by banana yoshimoto, telling you it was the only book you’d ever need, and somehow it really was. the two of you sat at those uncomfortable desks for hours, yet the sun still shone and neither of you wanted to leave. by the time you had finished you could feel your heart break. ‘it must be because of how beautiful the book was…’

“when will we see each other again?” the sound of your own voice made you cringe. ‘that sounded too desperate.’ but he just laughed. he just fucking laughed what a cute, cute laugh. maybe your heart was already healed.

“tomorrow i hope.”

“yes!” you didn’t even care if you came off as overly enthusiastic, you just wished he’d laugh again.

dear diary,

he’s so beautiful, his face, his eyes, oh darlings his eyes, especially when he laughs. and his laugh!! it could bring me back from death…

we’re going to the national museum of japanese history tomorrow, i’m so excited, gosh what should i wear?? i’m so nervous…

again, i need your luck so please pray for me

goodnight my dearest diary, love [name]

today he was holding red camellia; he looked pretty; the red of the flowers complimented the red on his cheeks, just like the red on yours.

“why the flowers?” you asked.

“flowers are very important to japanese culture and they’re very symbolic.”

“and what do red camellia mean?”

“it symbolises a noble death among japanese warriors.”

“how gruesome…”

“it has other meanings too.”

“like?”

“cmon these tickets do expire.”

dear diary,

i had katsudon today, just like mirage sakurai from kitchen! it was so good, i can really feel myself getting used to japan. everyone’s so nice (nice honestly doesn’t even begin to cover it).

and atsumu… every time i’m with him i feel like i’m having tachycardia. in a good way. i feel like my face is always red, i wish i was better at hiding it.

what should i do?

please get back to me diary, love [name]

p.s. why am i asking as if an inanimate object is gonna tell me what to do…

one day you found yourself in his kitchen. baking. there was flour everywhere, eggs cracked on the floor and sugar spilling from the counter. it was a mess. a mess atsumu had created. the moment he saw you he had slipped, dropping everything he was holding. you both were also messes, laughing messes, and stupid pining, lovesick messes.

the days you spent with him felt endless. you couldn’t remember a time you weren’t with him. everything passed so quickly. the truly happy memories you had were always with him. why was it that everything you ate when with him was so delicious? why was it that every negative emotion was dulled when he was around? every moment glowed in your heart, it ached by how full of love it was. the boy had infused himself into your soul, he was a part of your being.

“aishiteru yo.”

“what does that mean?” you knew exactly what it meant. you’d heard it before in the two months you’d been here. you just wanted to hear him say it again. it felt unreal, you were just verifying this was real life and not a dream.

“it means i love you. the place i like best in this world is with you. no matter where it is, no matter why, if it’s with you, if it’s a place where i can be with you, it’s fine with me.”

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Mirrors of Night - A Regret So Deep

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Character(s) - Lucifer

Warnings - Angst and sad!Luci

Wordcount - 600+

A/N - I've wanted to write this for a while. And tbh idk what this is. Originally this was supposed to be a letter but it ended up being a diary entry instead. I wanted it to be more angsty but *shrugs* maybe I'll make this a series or something, tell me if you'll like that. Also please don't ask me about the title, I just wanted it to be that. Enjoy a father's agony!

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September 15, 2022. 2:32 AM

It has been a while since I’ve written an entry like this. Events leading to emotional turmoil have been rare, but today I couldn’t resist penning down my thoughts.

While going through the trunk in my room I came across many of our family albums. One in particular really pushed me across the stream of memories. It was filled with Satan’s childhood pictures. He is so young in them, naïve, free. His eyes big with curiosity and mischief. I suppose that is something that time has been unable to change. He’s still just as curious and naughty.

Looking through them affected me more than I had anticipated. I have clicked many of these pictures, flipped through this album a dozen times, and yet, today, upon going through it again all the emotions swept over me with a frenzy.

There’s so much happiness in these pictures, moments of genuine laughter frozen in time. All of us look so young, less weary and coiled. And yet, there’s also a sadness in these captured memories. A raw grief recognizable in every alternate picture. A grief that is very much like mourning.

When Satan had been born, more than five millennia ago, I had felt no love for him. I was in pain and aching severely, I had also been in anger but by then Satan had taken and absorbed most of it. In the absence of that explosive emotion all that was left was guilt and my raw and bleeding soul. We had failed and fallen into a realm so different than what we were used to. We had been condemned and cast away and it was all my fault. I didn’t know how to cope with that.

For a while the date of his birth was synonymous with pain. He, himself, was synonymous with pain. A living, breathing reminder of all we had lost, all we had become. For a while the sight of his full grin and bright eyes were the trigger to the phantom pain in my scars. The sight of him used to tear open the scars of wings he had been shaped from. He was the personification of the wretched horns on my head, the dark color of my wings, the filthy thing I had become.

Then, with time, things changed. The searching touch of his fingers on my eyes didn’t seem so annoying anymore and his wheezes of joy became the reason I woke up every day. Reading bedtime stories to lull him to sleep became a peaceful tradition and the sight of the excited swishing of his tail started to bring me immense joy. He loved the bumps on my horns and feel of my feathers against his palm, and so I started to appreciate this new existence I had been granted.

There was still a glaring chasm of loneliness in all of us, the absence of our eighth member was consuming. Satan lessened it though, that loneliness that we were all drunk on. Recognizing that same loneliness in these pictures brings me regret now. I should have savored the closeness of him sooner, not spent so much time despising his mere existence. He was but a child, my child.

Today we are farther apart than I could have ever fathomed. So much distance separates us, animosity like no other piercing it. Sometimes, I wonder exactly when we fell apart. When exactly did all the love turn into such bitterness.

At the end of the day, however, he is family. Child or brother, he will always be family. Protected from afar. Loved from afar. I just wish things were different. I just wish I were different.

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mauannacreates · 1 year

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Fluff Monthly April

Hi guys, this is my April fluff monthly made by @flufftober.

I had fun writing this, and it's a bit different to other months. Doing a journal entry before getting to the story and also doing fluff with multiple characters. 🙃 And I guess completing some bingo spaces twice over...?

Anyways, enjoy reading this month's story.

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April 2nd

Dear Diary

So today, something unexpected happened. We were supposed to hold a scavenger hunt for Braedon. And I thought, since it’s a week until Easter, Magnus and I thought of revealing what’s happening next week as part of it. But to my surprise, he took it really badly.

And well, let’s say I got Jules involved, and they weren’t pleased either! They took me to Braedon’s room and tried to sort things out, but I think it frustrated him more.

I tried to intervene and… Well, he said he was still upset about what happened a couple months ago. About me lying to him.

So, as he told us to leave. And Jules mentioned they were going to do the scavenger hunt with me… And eat all the salmon cakes that Braedon likes while they’re at it.

I was hesitant, but Jules said the plan might work, as they said Braedon wouldn’t give up on salmon cakes, me and them.

So, we’ll see how that turns out. I really hope it works.

Five days later…

“Hey Lulu!” Jules’s grins as their face glows, waving hi to her. She couldn’t help but wave and give her a smile back as they ran closer to her. Their green hair sways along before they reach towards her and give her a quick hug. “It’s so nice it’s finally easter.” They say as they touch her shoulders with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We can both finally annoy the hell out of Braedon!” Lucie starts to laugh along with Jules’s enthusiasm. As much as she doesn’t like the prospect of annoying Braedon, somehow, they made it like the activity’s fun to do. And they are laughing too.

She glances at the simple white but neat t-shirt with their black and white pendant on around their neck. Dark gray skinny jeans hug through their legs with black shoes but surprisingly, there is no sign of leather around them today.

“You’re not wearing your jacket today?” Lucie asks. They looked surprised for a second. But then, they wore a smaller smile.

“No, not for today. It doesn’t suit the theme.” They pause, looking to the side. “And a leather jacket on a hot day…? No thank you.”

She smiles, but the air around them didn’t feel burning to touch, but neither did it feel the coolest either. Lucie tilts her head “But, it’s not hot today, is it…?”

They put their arms off her, and glance around the furnished corridors before they glimpse back at her. “No, not exactly. But, volcanoes are hot y’know.”

“And the room is colder than a volcano, isn’t it?” Lucie asks. “Wouldn’t it mean that-”

“Let’s just say I don’t need the jacket, ‘kay?” Jules’s smile tenses until Lucie nods. But then they lean back and brush their hands on their shirt before glimpsing at her. Lucie gives a brief smile back.

“It suits you.” Lucie says. Jules flickers up to her gaze, and Jules’s eyes widen.

“What? Me with…?” They stare as if they had lost their trace of thought.

“Without it. It’s nice.” She smiles, and to her surprise, their face glows crimson. Jules breathes out heavy before a grin trails their face.

“Anyway, let’s go. We gotta find it before Brae Brae does.” She nods. That’s right, for the salmon cakes. They travel through the dark red corridors and when they turn towards the stairs, Lucie glances at Jules.

“So… Where are we going?”

“The kitchen.”

Lucie’s eyes widens. “But wait, isn’t the kitchen downstairs…?” They grasp on the wooden railing, as they turn towards Lucie. “There’s another one upstairs.” What… Another one upstairs? What could they be talking…?

A small pink hand comes to her view, and when she glimpses up, a small smile trickles their face. “Come, I’ll show you.” She glimpses at their hand before she touched their smooth hands. They grasp their other hand on the railing as they climb up. “Actually I wouldn’t technically call it a kitchen, but…” When they climb the set of stairs, Lucie glances at the space around them.

They are right. It’s like a kitchen, but… It’s not?

“King Magnus set some huge dining area with a kitchen to use, just for today.” They took a few steps as Lucie drops their hand. “And they have salmon cakes hiding around the room... You wanna try?” Lucie nods.

Another person marches up the stairs from the distance. A big orange bear with those familiar sharp eyes and… Braedon!? Lucie takes a glimpse at Jules as they cooly smile at him.

“Hey Brae Brae. What ya doing up here?” Jules coos. As Braedon walks past. He turns around and his cerulean eyes stare hard at them.

“You know what I’m doing here. Don’t try playing cute with me.” Braedon replies.

Their smile wilters for a bit. “Well… I look forward to beating you on the scavenger hunt today.”

“Sure.” And before he walks past, Jules squeals as his big hands scrub through their green hair and he walks towards the table. They blow a strand off their face, but it comes back down.

“Oh, we’ll beat him.” Jules says. Lucie giggles until they fix the strand on their face.

They walk towards the table, to meet with Braedon and a brown rabbit. Fluffier than other rabbit people she’s seen, but not the fluffiest either. Their dark brown eyes glances at them with appreciation as they platted their light purple sleeves on the side and clasps their hands together.

“Hi all, nice to see you all coming for the world’s royal scavenger hunt!” The rabbit says in a playful voice when Braedon bumps their arm.

“Val. It’s not the world's Royal scavenger hunt.” Braedon says.

“Brae Brae, I’m setting the mood here. Hush hush.” They smile at him and chuckles as they put their hand up as an additional reminder. Braedon crosses his arms with a slight smile, flickering between Jules and Lucie before looking back at his sibling.

“Anyway! Let me tell you guys the rules! First, The aim of this is for bonding, not for fighting.” They take a glimpse at Braedon. “I’m looking at you Brae Brae.”

“Hey! What!?” Braedon starts and everyone else lets out a chuckle before Val smiles.

“Next, you need to find as many of these salmon cakes as you can.” They held out a golden patty. The ones that Braedon likes. He is glancing at it with his eyes narrowing at it.

“And finally, have fun!” Val goes to the side of the wall and waves at them. Lucie waves back.

“Oh, I am beating you guys. Whether it’s friendly or not.” Braedon says.

“Careful Brae Brae, you might break rule number one; to not fight. And then we’d win.” Jules gives such a smile that they are messing with him. But Braedon narrows his eyes as he steps closer to Jules, leaning towards them with a smirk riding his muzzle.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” They say with an amused smile on their face. “Your sibling’s keeping a close eye on you.” He glances at them before he leans away from them.

“Ok, be prepared to feast on some of the salmon cakes when you lose. I’m sure you’ll both love it. Especially you, Luce.” He laughs as he walks to the end of the room.

Lucie shivers. She would not like that!

When she glimpses to Jules and their mouth tightens as their eyes narrows, watching Braedon.

“Uhh, Jules?” Their ears flings up, jerking towards Lucie, and they laugh as they put their hand on the side of their face.

“Sorry Lulu, got caught up on something.” Jules says. “Anyway, lemme tell you something. I asked Val to help us win.” They whisper, but Lucie’s eyes shoots open.

“You what…?!” Lucie squeals, trying to whisper, but a bit of laughter escapes her.

“Bear with me Lu, bear with me!” a smile brightens their face as they laugh too. “Cause since Braedon can practically sniff them out, I asked them for a few hints.”

“Oh my god…” Lucie looks down, is this even a good idea? She glimpses back at them, with a smile tensing her face. “Isn’t this against the rules?!”

“No. No rules state it. As long as you’re nice and find the salmon cakes, it’s fine!” Jules chuckles as they lean towards her. “And I double checked with Val for you. They said it’s ok.”

Lucie glimpses behind to see Val on the side of the wall, looking around the area, then their gaze lingers to Lucie and they give her a wide smile.

She glimpses back at Jules. “Does… Does that mean we’re partners?”

And their face flushes as their eyes goes wide.

“Oh my god, I-I didn’t mean it like that!” Lucie laughs, Oh why did she say this!? “I mean…” She couldn’t get the words out and she breathes, “I mean for the scavenger hunt!” Oh, did she actually offend them? Why are they looking at her like that!? “I’m so sorry it was such a strange question,” she gives an unsteady laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that! And-”

“Lucie.” Jules says. She glances at them with jittery silence filling the air. But then they give such a sweet smile, her heart skips a beat. “It’s ok Lulu. I’ll be your partner for this time round.”

She couldn’t help but smile at them as she nods. Her face heats up. ”Aaa… Thanks Jay.” For a second Jules’s brows shoots up. But then they swing their arms over her shoulders.

“You welcome Lulu.” They corner of their mouth twitches, “Now let’s beat Brae Brae, hm?” Lucie laughs as Jules leads Lucie towards the cupboards, and they both peek up there. And Jules stretches their arm out to the second shelf, and there is a small container. Lucie opens it, and inside there’s plenty of salmon cakes. There had to be at least ten in there. How couldn’t Braedon spot it?

She glimpses at Jules giving a thumbs up towards Val and they’re laughing back.

“How…?” Lucie says.

“Containers. But anyway, in a minute, Val’s going to put on some music.” Jules whispers.

“What’s it called?”

“I don’t know, they didn’t tell me. But… They said I might like it.” Jules’s hands trails behind their neck. “And, if I did… Val dared me to sing it aloud.”

Wait… Jules can sing!?

“Lucie, don’t look at me like that! They told me to just sing a part of it, not the whole thing.”

Lucie gives a smile to them. “Well, I’m sure you’ll do great.” Lucie says and they give a small smile back.

“Thanks… I…” Their back stiffens as they step back. Then they ran and jumped onto the countertop. They start to sway as they hold the doors of the cupboard.

“Jules!” Lucie says. Oh goodness... Are they going to injure themselves!? But surprisingly, they stayed steady on the countertop as they grabbed two… Oh my, three containers!?

Then they turned around… Then the sounds of gentle piano playing. And their ears perks up, and they freeze.

“No way…” Lucie thought she hear Jules mutter as they cover their face. And, are they laughing?

“Share my life,

Take me for what I am

‘Cause I’ll never change

All my colors for you.”

They look as if they’re laughing with a big grin on their face, then they continue.

“Take my love

I’ll never ask for too much

Just all that you are

And everything that you do.”

“I don’t really need to look, very much further

I don’t wanna have to go

Where you don’t follow

I will hold it back again

This passion inside

Can’t run from myself

There’s nowhere to hide”

“But don’t make me close one more door

I don’t wanna hurt anymore

Stay in my arms, if you dare

Or must I imagine you there?

Don’t walk away from me

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don’t have you…”

Their strong voice went to a whisper like the song did, but then they glance at Lucie as they sang the next lyrics…

“You see through

Right to the heart of me

You break down my walls

With the strength of your love mmh,

I never knew

Love like I’ve know it with you

Will a memory survive?

One I can hold to”

Her heart flutters the way they’re looking at her. It’s almost as if… They’re trying to say those words to her. Lucie's face burns like it's in flames as they continue to hear them sing through the rest of the song, becoming more passionate as the song goes past. Then, when the song finishes, they get down from the countertop, laughing.

“Oh god. Really didn’t expect that song to play of all songs…” Jules says. Lucie couldn’t say anything, all she could do is stare. How did she not know about this? But then Jules stares back at her. Sparks burns around them. Lucie steps towards Jules.

“I didn’t expect you to sing so well. And it’s… Touching.”

Their face went red, but they went and pulled her towards them. Jules gives an awkward laugh.

“Thanks, I don’t know what got over me… I…” Jules’s eyes lingers on her. Looking at her lips… Lucie leans closer to them, as they glance down towards her. And they tilt their face…!

But then Braedon yells his siblings name. She nearly forgot they were doing this scavenger hunt with them. Val is saying something back, but she could only focus on the corner of Jules’s mouth tenses as they slide their hands to her hips.

What are they going to do…? They wouldn’t possibly kiss her in front of him, would they?

Jules’s dark eyes searches around her and they place their hands off her hips. A swirly feeling rouses in her stomach. Oh goodness! They’re touching her face…!? And, they’re leaning towards her. She closes her eyes, her heart beating out of anticipation.

But soft lips press strong onto her forehead.

Telling her that everything is going to be ok.

That they will protect her…

And, that they’ll love her until the end of time…

When she no longer felt their touch, Lucie opens their eyes, with a big smile glowing their face. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Heavy footsteps from behind comes towards them, and she pivots in haste towards Braedon. His eyes flickers between the two of them with a raised brow. “You two look awfully happy. What happened?”

Lucie couldn’t get her mouth to work, she doesn’t even know if she can say anything without laughing or getting all flustered. She glimpses at Jules and surprisingly, they are grinning from ear to ear, and laughing too.

“You know Brae Brae. We’re just really relishing the fact that we’re going to win.”

“Oh, really? So, how many of these salmon cakes did you get?”

“I think, forty…? Wait, lemme count.”

Jules brings the boxes of salmon cakes to the table and starts to count them, and after a minute, they glance up at him. “Fifty one.”

His eyes widens. “Fifty one!? No!” Braedon grabs the boxes Jules has and starts counting. He grabs a few pieces as if he is going to put it in his mouth and Lucie grabs Braedon’s arm as she tugs his arm back. He snickers. But by the time he finishes, he glances between them. “How…”

Then Val comes towards them with a smile. And Braedon points to them. “You. Why!?”

“Why what Brae Brae?” Val looks as if they are going to laugh.

“Valley, don’t mess with me.” He points at both Jules and Lucie. Jules is covering their mouth laughing and Lucie couldn’t help but smile. “You rigged the game for them, didn’t you?”

They gave a gasp, “Brae Brae, such a wild accusation!” but they are laughing too. Val’s brown eyes glimmers. “Yes, I rigged it. But it’s not cheating.”

“What does that-”

“What were the rules, Braedon?” Val’s brows lifts to a questionable brow. If anything, Braedon’s jaw tenses. And as much as Lucie hates to admit it, she feels a bit sorry for him. Braedon sighs.

“To bond, find the most salmon cakes…” He glimpses at Lucie.

“And?”

“To have fun?”

“Mhm.” Val nods, with their left ear flipping around them. They gave a smile to him. “And, I’ve got to admit Brae Brae, you looked like you were having a lot more fun compared to other months.” They start to laugh. “Especially when --”

“Val, stop.” Braedon says. Jules’s eyes widens, before their muzzle swishes away from Braedon and their ears going red.

“And, you know Braedon… Lucie is also the one who planned this scavenger hunt for you.” His eyes widens as he flickers to her. “I know what she did hurts, but everyone has made some lies in the past. I’m sure you’ve lied in the past too Brae Brae…” His eyes bores into Val’s but Lucie is surprised when they continue. “And you and Lucie are partners within the great scheme of things. Maybe not in a romantic sense, but… Wouldn’t it help to get along a little bit more?”

He glances at Lucie, looking at her face for a few seconds. His eyes squeezes shut then he turns to Val. “Ok, I need you two out of here.”

“W-What!” Jules blurts. “What do you…?” But he turns to them and their eyes flickers around him before they give a brief nod. “Ok. Just don’t hurt Lucie, kay?” And whatever expression Braedon give, Jules has a slight smile on their face, and flickers towards Lucie.

They turn towards Val as they touch their shoulder. “Kay, let’s go bunbun.” Val nods as they follow Jules out.

Braedon glances at Lucie a while after they left. What is he going to say to her…? The last time it ended up as a disaster and-

“Lucie, I’m not going to hurt you.” She glimpses at Braedon, putting his arms behind his neck. He darts his eyes away from her. “God, I knew you planned it, but I didn’t expect it to be… Fun.” He pauses, glancing at her. “I thought it’s just another one of those parties you’re forced to attend. But the salmon cakes… Jules got me good.”

Well, Jules is right about that point… But where is he?

“Look, I know after what happened months ago, it was hectic. I still can’t completely process it, but… After you left with Jules, I did some thinking.” He pauses. “And, it was a hard hit, Luce…” He glances down, his eyes flickering. “I know, I was being unreasonable. The way I reacted was horrible. And, I’m absolutely tired of the fighting."

Braedon glances at Lucie, and… She's never seen him looking so… Lost. Her heart squeezes seeing him like this. "I will not ask for your forgiveness, but…” Lucie grasps both of his hands and Braedon's sharp eyes widen, glancing at her.

She gives a small smile. "Braedon. I'm just glad you're ok." His eyes flickers around her face as if he's checking to see if she's lying…but then, Braedon's face tints red. And he breathes out, before extending his hand out to her.

"Partners?"

Lucie gives a small smile as she clasps her hand onto his. "Mhm, to the end of time."

He returns it. "I'm glad."

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whyareyouhere66 · 2 years

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Steve [Randle] x Fem Reader - Wrong Direction

Steve Randle x Female Reader [request]

Song Fic - Wrong Direction [Hailey SteinFeild]

@navia3000 - apologies in advance, not only for taking a while but also cause I went in a slightly different direction then what you might’ve meant? I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless

Angst

Warnings: mentions of smoking, slightly unedited, shitty writing in my opinion note: Anything written with Italic and Bold is memories, anything solely Italic is song lyrics.

I don't hate you

No, I couldn't if I wanted to

He was your best friend. You’ve done everything together, ever since you met back when you were 8. He was always there for you through it all, which was yet another reason why you simply couldn’t be mad at him for this.

I just hate all the hurt that you put me through

And that I blame myself for letting you

But that doesn’t stop it from hurting. The feeling of losing him, in any sort of way .

Did you know I already knew?

Couldn't even see you through the smoke.

Lookin' back, I probably should have known.

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

His longing stares at her should have been obvious, but your love struck eyes just refused to notice them.

In fact, they sometimes were directed to you. Did he love you too? He had to, right?It made sense to you, and your 10-year old brain.

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

It did, however, become more and more undeniable as time went on. The longing stares finally turned into something real, not even 10 year old you could ignore it.

You had no choice, but to pull the “I’d rather be friends then nothing” card. Much easy to do at the ripe age of 14, then for 16 year old you, who cringed even hearing her name from his mouth,

Love me with your worst intentions

Painted us a happy ending

Reading back on old diary entries, and finding long paragraphs of “evidence” that Steve liked you, probably just made it worse. Just lines and lines of “he winked at me in class today” and “I caught him looking at me a couple times…that’s gotta mean something!”

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

Reality hit you hard, when him and Evie started dating. Everytime you hung out with him, Evie, Evie, Evie.

But you needed to pretend like all was right in the world, all the matter. He had no idea, he was too blinded by her to even notice anything in your life.

Sounds familiar

And it's so gut-wrenchin'

Fallin' in the wrong direction

It was so hard, to always see them together. But they looked so happy, you didn’t want to ruin it. Both Steve and Evie were your friends. You couldn’t mess this up for them.

But of course, you just had to let it slip.

“…you what?”

You stare at Evie wide eyed, realization of your confession sinking in. “Um, I-“

She stands up abruptly, staring at you. “..you like my boyfriend?”

“Evie please-“

But once again, she hears none of it. Instead turning and rushing outside of the Dingo, you following close behind as Sandy sits at the table awkwardly.

On my tip-toes

But I still couldn't reach your ego..

Guess I was crazy to give you my body, my mind

Don't know what I was thinkin' 'til now

Rain fell from the darkening sky, hitting the pavement surrounding the diner. “Evie please let me explain!!” She finally turns to you once again, lips turned down into a frown. “I was afraid of this happening…” you look at her in confusion. “Look…he’s had a crush on you before, and I can’t risk it happening again.”

These words shook you, fear challenging the confusion in your head. “Evie!!”

“I’m sorry, y/n….” And she leaves you there, standing in the pouring rain with only the lights and music from the Dingo to accompany you, aswell as yet another fear.

‘She’s gonna tell him….’

Everyone thinks that your somebody else

You even convinced yourself

And, you were right. Steve hasn’t talked to you in days, always avoiding your gaze. You couldn’t find him at the DX, the dingo..golly you couldn’t even find him at the Curtis house, despite it being his second house.

You tried convincing yourself you were solely being paranoid, it was the nerves.

But the others noticed it to, Ponyboy had just asked you the day before why you two weren’t talking.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

Couldn't even see you through the smoke

Lookin' back, I probably should have known

You were so young, naive..stupid.

Staying up at night, fantasizing and romanticizing every aspect of the relationship..and pushing away the mere thought of him and Evie.

You were too good at ignoring your problems. Even when they were sitting in the chair right next to you.

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

“…Evie told me what you said.”

“…do you believe her?”

You ask with a low voice, heart speeding faster than a race car against your chest. The look on his face says it all, dread and regret overwhelming your senses. “Steve, I want you to be happy, and I know you are with evie…”

“You’re right…so, you’ll understand…that I’m gonna have to distance us now..right?”

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

You didn’t understand. Well, you did but you didn’t. “You can’t be serious..”

“She feels uncomfortable with it-“ you shake your head, eyes flooding. “Well she shouldn’t!” Steve stands up from the couch, hollering a comeback that you are quick to counter.

And what started as a friendly meet up, is quick to turn into a screaming match.

Love me with your worst intentions

Painted us a happy ending

You walked out, ears ringing, face wet and fists clenched. He was watching you, from his door frame, dry and cracked tears staining his handsome face.

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven…

“I’ll race you to the swing sets!! //“please, I’m way faster than you y/n!”

“I don’t get why math is so hard…numbers are numbers, just leave it at that.” // “I know, school sucks…”

“I think I’m gonna drop out, 6th grade sucks.” // “leave me here and I’ll jump you.”

“I don’t get why Soda gets all the girls and I don’t” // “Steve, we’re 13. It’s fine…plus you smell weird.” // “excuse me-“

And it's so gut-wrenchin' (ooh, ooh)

Fallin' in the wrong direction (ooh, ooh)

“I don’t think you’re smoking that thing right, dude…” // “eh it’s fine. Tastes weird though.” // “you shouldn’t be able to taste it.” // “…oh.”

“I got a job!!” // “sick! now I can bug you and soda all the time and you can’t leave-“ // “oh lordy”

“I”

“She’s gorgeous, prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” // “must be special..”

“Love”

“Sorry man, I’ve gotta date with evie..” // “oh..”

“You”

“Evie told me what you said…” // “..do you believe her?”

How did you sweep me right off my feet?

Baby, I can't keep falling in the wrong direction

Nearly every other day, you’d see them together. Now they were rid of you, they could finally be happy. You were just holding them back from that, right? Why else, would he look so happy with her, despite how you looked like a literal train wreck 24/7.

How did you sweep me right off my feet?

Right off my feet…

“He liked you once…”

That couldn’t be true, could it?

Years you’d spent, over thinking every single compliment. Blushing at every word. Coming up with scenarios for when you were older.

Well, now you were older. But instead of dates and kisses like 10 year old you wanted, it was crying and walking away.

“We’ve been friends for 8 years, and you’re gonna get rid of me just like that?”

“I don’t have a choice, I love her!”

Couldn't even see you through the smoke

Lookin' back, I probably should have known

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

He was so happy with her, was it really worthy throwing your whole friendship away? And better yet, how could she do that to you? She knew how close you two were…which might have been the problem, thinking back on it.

You laughed at the thought bitterly.

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

‘Was it for the better?’ You couldn’t help but think, leaning against your wall with tear tracks and a long since forgotten book laying open on your lap.

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

Love me with your worst intentions

You began shutting out the gang aswell, they were much closer to Steve then you were to them.

They all believed the act you forced upon yourself for so many years. You weren’t sure, if that’s what you wanted or not.

A small part of you wanted someone to notice, someone to care that you were hating yourself everyday for letting him go.

Painted us a happy ending

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment, it felt like heaven

But no one did. Which got you here, now, sitting alone in your bedroom, wallowing in self pity and getting lost in Mickey reruns.

And it's so gut-wrenchin'…

The sound of a knock rings through your living room, disrupting the sounds of Mickey on your television. You reluctantly pull yourself up from the couch, and approach the door.

“…what do you want?”

Fallin' in the wrong direction

It was a surprise, seeing the brunette male who stood at your door. He looked almost nervous, wearing his classic unbuttoned DX uniform and skinny jeans. His face showed an anxious smile, sheepish perhaps?

“…can we talk?”

#Steve randle #steve the outsiders #steve randle x reader #fem reader #song fic #wrong direction #navia3000 #whyareyouhere66 #kinda hate this one idk #66-recs&replies

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Uncle Nina Mental Health Check! How are you?

hi, angel. thank you for checking in; i really needed this today. <3

and before i dive in, i just wanted to say that the outpouring of love and support in my inbox for my fanfictions and my well being in general, now and always, is the closest thing i have felt to magic. :')

your sung praises and whispered well wishes comfort me ten million times more than cherry nyquil. you are more than medicine to me. every single one of you is proof to me that angels exist. i mean that.

every single time i get an ask message, regardless of what it is, it makes my bad days a hundred times better and pours sunlight into every shadowed part of my existence. thankyouthankyouthankyou.

i know it may not seem that way because i have so many asks in the box atm, but please, please know it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me being extremely overwhelmed. </3

i'll go into that a little later, but again! thank you for wondering about me and here is how things on planet nina have been lately! xx

( also this got very, very, VERY long and i just used this basically as a stream of consciousness diary entry where i troubleshooted how i was feeling about writing atm. its very repetitive, runs in a circle and is all babble really, but if you enjoy my madman ramblings. here. <3 )

about a week ago, i travelled back home for the holidays to visit my family and it's been...very healing and restorative for me. i haven't been home in a very long time and i'm happy for the small change.

( also, small side-bar that might be overshare. if i seem extra nervous lately...i am having a sort of frightening go of being stalked by a man that i ghosted on a dating app for being scary/very weird with me. :( i've blocked four separate numbers of him aggressively messaging me, demanding to speak with me...i am...um...worried i may have to go to the police soon...it is a very stressful situation for me. :////

so, ahaha! if you don't hear from me! dox me and find me, pls! /hj

on top of that, i'm still navigating a breakup with my ex who is my best friend who sometimes accidentally still acts like my boyfriend. also dealing with my physical health, trying to figure out what i want to do in this big wild world and in the future, which is scary. but!

irl is messy sometimes and that's okay. everything will work out. <3 )

but back to the tides of change! and how that affects me!

for me, nuance and change is important and crucial to my wellbeing. unfortunately, i am a hermit crab girl and if you don't pull me out of the crevice, snipping and snapping, i will hide forever and collect algae and dust on the ocean floor, stuck in my hurt/comfort zone.

for me...writing in general...is my hurt/comfort zone.

it brings me immense and infinite joy that so many of you enjoy the things i write, the universes i've created, the characters i adapted, my creative visions, my run-on sentences, and of course...me. <3

( i will say, a lot of fanfic authors are more ~anonymous~ i just wanted to be more down to earth with all of you, but as we saw from me melting down over pep...i was not really made for lots of eyes on me so the mortifying ordeal of being known is a little scary. its dumb, but i really do hope you all find me friendly and pleasant. )

in that vein, as a stanley marsh girl, i am also a people pleaser, scared to let people down and as a kyle broflovski girl, i am terrified of failing and not doing my best at the thing i do all the time. which...is bad.

for my brain and my mental health, mostly.

i'm finding that i am getting extremely overwhelmed with writing again which...i cannot tell you how frustrating that is. but i often bite off more than i can chew because i love you all so much and i want to deliver you this thing that you deserve more than anyone :(

and because of my excitement and your excitement about my fics, it makes me want to put my work out, but it puts me in a position where i start to rush and panic and spiral out of control. this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my bad brain.

i find my being overwhelmed often comes hand in horrible hand with giving myself a deadline, making a crazy promise, setting a goal i might not reach, writing as work and not as pleasure.

i'm finding this is happening with nanowrimo which i wanted so badly to be fun, but actually is stressing me out so badly because i'm racing against the clock, terrified i won't finish even though i promised. my mental/physical health is suffering again as well as the quality of my work which...as you guys know well...i do not like to put out lowqual.

i feel like i'm going too fast and kind of stuck in a perpetual panic. which as far as nanowrimo goes, i did write my post on the 5th and really didn't start writing until a couple days ago, so really i should be allowed to write until dec 10th but...also...

...why does it matter?

sorry, this is kind of becoming my deranged existensial jersey journal, but like why the fuck am i punishing myself for actually no reason???

really...who gives a flying fuck about nanowrimo?

tbh, i think its less about the challenge and more about the fact that i make promises to you guys that i can't keep, which makes me upset because that's so...whackadoodle to not follow through. ugh! </3

but i think i'm going to bin the deadline...for now. and write...slowly. and maybe not write today or really, until i feel calm and happy again.

because right now, i am writing dialogue on the fly that is just...so not planned or confident. i'm feeling insecure about things not making sense and there being plot holes and too much mess, idk. very ew.

so i think i'm going to take a little breakski again...

sigh. :///

it sucks a lot but also...i have to remind myself that not everyone is writing two seperate fanfics with several chapters/story to go, with every chapter featuring very extensive detail and like multiple different scenes, totallying up to anywhere between 10-20k which, i'm finding is a lot more than most people are writing in their updates.

i've gotten anons about it and i hear you...like you are correct, i really do not give myself enough slack, credit or kindness and i'm trying to break that cycle...your messages do a lot of that carrying, thank you.

one of the main things i'm going to try to do besides being slow and taking a super long time if i need it with no punishment is...i think i am exiting my nina formatting era?

...weird, right? for one it was very taxing, very stressful but also...while creative, i literally just think it's overstimulating and not that helpful? i still like the spacing, italics, occasional underline/strike but i really think the rest of my fanfics are going to be close to bare.

i want my writing to speak more. i think doing all that dramatic, dizzying stuff with the text was a crutch/phase i'm growing out of.

i know a lot of you liked it and i am sorry i am axeing her...but at the end of the day...it was something that was way too laborious for me.

but! i will be okay! i am okay, friends! thats one promise i will make!!!

i know this was long, but i like to be immersive and honest with you.

please know i am working on pep12 and rm6p1. but for quality purposes and because i want to put out something you deserve to read and i was happy writing...it will take however long it takes.

my fear is that i'll finally post and you'll all be bored. but your many asks say otherwise! you are all so cute! i love you! i know i seem mean or scary in my asks, but i promise it's all for teehee hahas and i am nice and not scary at all. i cry everytime i hear a loud noise. lmao. :)

with that said! do nice things for yourself. unwind. do not hold yourself to any standard. do only what nourishes you. listen to your heart body and soul. and know i support you 100% of the way.

i hate thanksgiving ( lame ass trick ass fuck ass colonizer holiday even tho all the food is dank, i am a candied yam queen ) but i hope you enjoy the togetherness part that underlies it. i hope you see your family. but remember that family is not just the people you are born with, but are the people that you choose.

also know that if you feel alone during this fall/wintry stan season, that you have me, always. all my dms and my heart are open to you.

on that note, i am thankful for all of you this year. thank you for taking care of me and in turn, reminding and teaching me to take care of myself. i'm going to try not to repeat history and take a breath.

thank you for reading and as always, from what harms or pains you, past, present or future, from the bottom of my cold, black heart...

i love you and i hope you heal,

-uncle nina

#i apologize if this was long #i used this kind of as a vent space #feel free to ignore this but it is a bit of a status update #unfortunately i do this to myself a lot #where i kind of come off a high of posting something cool and then act all big and tough and cant back it up #so i rush and freak out and sprial and write things im not proud of i dont like that at allllll aaaaa #so im gonna take a small step back and regroup #i really hate when my updates arent outlined correctly and the dialogue is weak...i also hate when i feel unsure abt the plot #so i want to smooth that all out and be careful and precise so i feel confident and this doesnt happen to me again #especially with rm because the plot is complicated and semi unfinished and that gives me anxiety #i dont like when things feel out of order or Wrong kylepile L moment! gonna take care of myself and then the plot/chapters until i like the #i really do in my heart of hearts think that either rm or pep will be updated within novemeber they are both abt halfway done #but no promises ofc im trying to be firm on that thank you for waiting but im cutting myself loose of invisible consequence #thank you for your love light and support i adore you send as many asks as u want and if i go dark know its bc im taking care of me #and please take care of yourselves the way i would #ilyilyilysm #also sorry i killed the format but oh my god it feels so much cleaner to me its so much more readable #ok done now toodaloo!

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