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mallowsweetmiri · 4 months

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• One of the Boys •

Reader x Fred Weasley

Based off of Katy Perry’s song “One of the Boys”

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: You’ve always been one of the boys. That was until you came back from summer break looking a bit, different, as Fred puts it.

Warnings: cursing, mildly steamy scenario

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One of the boys

“Today was bloody brilliant!” Fred cheered and clapped you on the back as he raised his cup to Gryffindor. Practically the whole school was shoved in your common room to celebrate the quidditch cup.

“To Gryffindor!” Oliver bellowed drunkly as everyone drank and cheered.

“Seriously, Y/N, you played fucking amazing today,” Angelina bellowed, downing the rest of her drink.

“I can second that. Since when did you get so bloody good, little one?” George smiled as he put his arm around you. The twins had always been your good friends, the three of you joining the Gryffindor quidditch team in your third years. They’d often referred to you as little one, due to the fact that they towered over you. They constantly teased and pranked you, but you would also join in on their antics. More often than not, you guys were playing quidditch during the warm seasons and pranking Filch in the winter. You were really just one of the boys and you couldn’t be more happy to be a part of their mischief.

“I’ve always been good, Georgie. But I will admit, this was probably my best game yet,” you beamed as you joined the rest in downing your drink.

“You’re only that good thanks to our rigorous coaching throughout the years,” Fred smiled wryly, filling his own cup up again. You rolled your eyes.

“Yea right, Weasley. The two of you combined still wouldn’t be as good as me,” you challenged. The three of you went back and forth all night, drinking and laughing and celebrating Gryffindors victory. The high spirits continued throughout the week and before you knew it you were saying goodbye to all your friends at platform 9 and 3/4.

“Oh! So good to see you sweetie,” Molly smiled warmly as she dragged you into a tight hug, “Have a good summer, we’ll see you in the fall! Say goodbye boys.” Fred and George both approached you and each gave you a quick hug before heading out with the Weasley family.

“See you next year little one!” George called out.

“Don’t skimp out on the quidditch practice, Y/N! You could use it,” Fred shouted, giving you a cheeky smile and a wave. You rolled your eyes and sent a smile back before meeting with your own family and heading home for the summer.

3 months later

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time and smoothed the top of your hair flat.

“Come on, Y/N! You’re going to miss the train,” your dad called from downstairs.

“Coming!”

Over the summer you had grown a considerable amount. Your dad had been teasing you about how much time you spent in the bathroom getting ready, but you didn’t care. For once in your life you actually felt pretty. Your body had begun to fill out in all the right places and your hair had grown out well past your shoulders now. You had started to shave your legs and wear perfume. You had even bought new clothes as you had outgrown your old wardrobe. All of this had instilled you with a newfound confidence that had you beaming. As you walked onto platform 9 and 3/4, you wore a fitted long sleeve shirt and some new low waisted jeans. You had blown out your hair into soft falling curls and you had even applied some lip gloss. You were excited to start your sixth year with all your friends and your new look.

“Bye guys! I’ll see you for Christmas,” you hugged your family before loading your trunks on the train. As you put your final trunk into the train, someone called your name from behind.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Fred and George standing behind you, still towering over your frame.

“Fred! George! How was your summer?” You bounded towards them and hugged George. When you pulled back to hug Fred he just stood there with his mouth slightly agape. George nudged him and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and leaned in to hug you.

“You look… different,” was all he could manage to say. You chuckled and put your hands on your hips.

“Yes, I’m not so little anymore. You guys can stop calling me little one now,” you teased.

“Nah, you’re still tiny,” George brushed you off as you all started to head onto the train to find a compartment. After walking down the length of the train, you had finally found the compartment where Lee and Angelina were.

“Y/N! How was your summer! Oh my gosh, you look absolutely stunning,” Angelina beamed as she hugged you and pulled you down to sit next to her.

“Thanks Angie, I can say the same about you! And my summer was amazing,” you guys chatted back and forth, catching up on all the latest gossip and all the fun things you did over the summer. Fred and George beamed about the Quidditch World Cup and soon the five of you were full of sweets and ready to take a quick nap before you had to change into your school robes.

“Every year I tell myself not to eat so many chocolate frogs, and every year I eat more than I did the year before,” Lee groaned, leaning back and rubbing his stomach. You laughed and slid down in your own seat, leaning your head against the window and looking out across the green landscape. You were so happy to be back with your friends. The summertime was amazing, but there was nothing like Hogwarts. As you smiled to yourself, you looked up from the window to see Fred staring at you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just shook his head and looked out the window. That was weird. You shook it off and leaned your head against the window again and nodded off.

Before long, the train had pulled into the station and crowds of students were piling out into to the night to go to welcoming feast. As you filed out of the train and towards the carriages, Fred and George lagged behind a bit and whispered to each other.

“Do you think they’re acting a bit strange?” You leaned in towards Angelina, sending another glance back towards the twins.

“Aren’t they always?” Angelina shrugged as she stepped into the carriage. She had a point.

After a few minutes, you found yourself at the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledore announce the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everybody increasingly getting excited as his speech went on. The excitement reached its peak as piles of fresh food appeared in front of you and everybody dug into the feast.

“Oh how I missed this food,” you groaned, piling food into your mouth. George hummed in agreement as he piled more potatoes into his mouth. You could feel Fred staring at you again but you decided against meeting his gaze this time. Were they going to prank you or something? He was acting so weird.

Shortly after dinner, everybody headed up to their dorms. Despite wanting to hang out together in the common room, the long day of travel and the large feast caught up with the Gryffindors as the students filed up the winding stairs to their rooms. You had just gotten to your room when you realized you left your book in the common room. You turned around and quietly padded down the stairs to retrieve it. You slowed your steps as you saw the twins huddled together on a couch with their backs turned from you.

“Well yes, I’m not disagreeing. Any bloke can see she looks good, so what? I mean, what are you trying to say?” You managed to hear George say as you approached the coffee table.

“Ooh, who looks good? Does someone have a crush?”

The twins jumped as you grabbed your book next to them.

“Bloody hell, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed with wide eyes. George laughed.

“See, you say you’re no longer little, but you’re so tiny your footsteps don’t even make a sound,” George teased, leaning back into the couch and tossing his arm over it. You rolled your eyes.

“You guys just stomp around like ogres, I walk like a normal human. Anyways, I’m heading to bed. Try not to drool over Angelina, Georgie. It’s only the first day back,” you teased as you turned to head up towards the girls dormitory. You heard George let out a loud laugh before hearing a loud slap and more commotion. You just smiled to yourself, oh how you missed those two. You entered your room and placed your book on your bedside table before going to your wardrobe to change.

“I think George likes you,” you nodded to Angelina as she shot up in her bed.

“Really?” She said with a slight smile. You just chuckled. You were so happy to be back.

The weeks flew by and soon the other wizarding schools had arrived. The only thing that sucked about this whole tournament was that there was no quidditch. It was a surprisingly warm November day when you bounded into the common room looking for a certain pair of red heads. You spotted them huddled up in the corner of the room, probably working on one of their pranking products as you had learned of recently.

“You two,” you pointed at the twins as they whipped their heads up, “wanna play quidditch? Two on two, George and Angelina, Me and Fred.” A cheeky grin immediately grew on George’s face as he turned to look at Fred. A more sheepish smile appeared on Fred’s face as he stood up.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s kick some ass.”

The game had turned out to be exactly what the four of you needed in midst of all the school work that was being assigned. You and Fred flew seamlessly together, scoring over and over again on George and Angelina. They were putting up a good front, but your flying skills were outmatched. You had even attracted a small crowd of students by the time the game ended.

“Good game,” you said, landing onto the field and sticking out your hand for Angelina.

“Yes, valiant effort you two,” Fred smirked, shaking Angelina’s hand after you.

“Merlin, Y/N, I forgot how good you are,” Angelina mumbled as she took her defeat in stride.

“Yeah, shes bloody brilliant,” Fred mumbled with a reserved smile. You looked up at him, beaming at the compliment but he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

“Gotta admit it, little one. You sure can fly,” George clapped you on the back before following Angelina off the field.

“We make a good team, Freddie,” you smiled, patting his arm before beginning to walk off the field as well. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Why was Fred acting so weird around you? Did he not like you anymore? He had been so distant this year, choosing to spend his time with George and whenever you came over to join them, he seemed to shut down and become reserved. And Fred had certainly never been reserved before. You shook your head and walked back to your dorm to shower. You decided you��d ask George about it that night.

After dinner, you sat in the common room working on some homework with Angelina. You tried to focus on your assignment, but your eyes kept drifting over to the pair huddled in the corner. How in the world were you going to ask George about Fred when they were always together? As if your prayers had been answered, Fred stood up and walked out of the common room. Your eyes followed him until he disappeared through the portrait hole. You took no time waiting and began to walk over to George.

“Ah, Y/N, what’s up?” George closed whatever he was working on and put his arm over the back of the couch. You took a seat next to him and turned to face him, nervously playing with your sleeves.

“Um, I actually had a question for you,” you stammered, looking up towards the portrait hole to make sure Fred wasn’t coming back.

“Spit it out, Y/N. What’s up? You’re making me worried,” George laughed, scooting closer to you. You cleared your throat.

“Does Fred have a problem with me? I dunno, it just seems like he doesn’t like me around anymore. He’s been acting so weird and I don’t want to bother him if he doesn’t want me hanging out with you guys anymore,” you trailed off, looking down at your legs. George put his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N, I can promise you that is not the case,” he sighed, “we both love hanging out with you.”

“Really?” You let out a breath and chuckled.

“Yes, really. Merlin, he is such an idiot,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him when Fred walked back into the common room. You looked up and your eyes met his. As he got closer to you and George, his brows furrowed. George took his arm off your shoulders and you shifted your body away from his.

“What are you guys talking about?” Fred questioned, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms over his chest, looking mildly annoyed. Why were his forearms so ripped? You shook your head and cleared your throat.

“I was just bugging him about the herbology assignment, which he hasn’t even started,” you glared at George. It was true that he hadn’t even started the lengthy assignment that was due by the end of the week. George chuckled.

“Did you set it up Freddie?” George questioned, probably about a prank, looking up at his twin. Fred still looked visibly annoyed.

“Yes. I did, but I should’ve made you do it.” Fred said dryly, his jaw clenching slightly. George rolled his eyes. You looked between the twins with a confused expression. You rarely saw them annoyed at each other.

“Alright, well I’m headed upstairs. Goodnight you guys,” you ducked out of the awkward atmosphere and towards Angelina to grab your books.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” George said as Fred sat down in your seat and began to whisper something to George. What was that all about?

A few days went by and Fred was still acting distant. You wondered if George had even said anything to Fred about it. If anything, Fred was avoiding you even more. George tried to give you passing smiles and waves, but anytime he passed you in the halls, Fred would completely ignore you. Even at dinner, he would rarely engage in conversation with you and you were starting to feel really hurt. After this particular night where he purposefully avoided your gaze the entire dinner, you were actually angry at him. He’d been acting so weird all year and then as soon as you talked to George about it, he started completely ignoring you. That night, you left your dorm and stomped up to the twins room. You knocked on the door and stood there with your arms crossed waiting until George opened it. He looked taken aback by your angry presence.

“I need to talk to Fred, alone.” You stated. George gulped and turned to Lee.

“Let’s go to the common room,” he grabbed Lee and pushed past you. Fred was now looking at you from his bed. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. It looked half scared and half the nonchalant expression he’d been giving you the past few days.

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” You stomped over the his bed where he sat. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms.

“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. What are you talking about?” He shrugged as he looked up at you nonchalantly, but you could see his jaw tensing.

“Are you serious right now, Fred? You know exactly what I’m been talking about. You’ve been avoiding me all week, ever since I talked to George about you. I don’t know if he even mentioned it to you, but I thought you didn’t like me anymore! He told me that wasn’t true, but now I’m not too sure anymore! You’ve been acting like a prat all week!” You were fuming at this point. You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to pretend like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.

“That’s not fuckimg true! I told you I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N,” he jumped up off the bed and stalked towards you, “why can’t you just take my word for it?” His height became apparent as he loomed over you. You only stood up straighter and kept your arms crossed.

“Well then what’s your problem? Why don’t you like hanging out with me anymore? Why are you avoiding me?” You questioned, your anger slowly seeping away and being replaced with the hurt you’d been feeling. Fred sighed, his posture relaxing as he saw your eyes fill with sadness. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I do like hanging out with you, Y/N. Merlin, I’ve been missing spending time with you, I just…” he trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor.

“You just what, Fred? Since when are you so shy?” You asked genuinely. That only made Fred groan and run his hands roughly through his hair again.

“Since I started liking you! Since you showed up on the platform looking like that and now I can’t even look at you without thinking you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” the words tumbled out of his mouth and left you standing there with your mouth open. Did he just say he likes you? Did he just call you beautiful? “I miss playing quidditch with you and coming up with pranks together but fuck, Y/N. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I want to be with you.” You stood still for what felt like a long time. Were you dreaming right now? Your brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. I mean, Fred was standing in front of you, confessing his feelings to you in a very real way. But you’d been friends for so long. What if this ruined everything? But he was standing right in front of you with his messy hair and his freckled face and his furrowed brows and he just looked so good and he was finally talking to you again and

“Oh, fuck it,” you breathed out, closing the space between the two of you. You were kissing him. And it felt so good. He groaned into your lips as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body as his lips worked against your own. Your hands tangled in his red locks as you pulled at his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands slid up your body until he held your cheeks. He kissed you softly one more time before pulling back. You face was blushed red as you stared up at him with wide eyes. He finally let out a breathy laugh and his lips curved up into a crooked smile.

“You’re so cute, fuck,” he laughed, still holding your face in his large hands, “I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a prat. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But after kissing you, fuck, I should’ve ruined it a long time ago.”

“I just wish you would’ve told me earlier. Had I known you liked me, I could’ve had you kissing me all year,” you smirked as you walked him to the edge of his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you down with him.

“Let’s make up for lost time then,” Fred whispered as he pulled you to his lips. You groaned as you straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. This man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands found their way to your ass. He chuckled as his grabbed your hips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you bent over your luggage on the platform,” he breathed out with a smirk as he slapped your ass. You gasped and hit his chest.

“Freddie!” You scolded, but it didn’t last long as he pulled you back to his mouth, making you moan as his thumbs rubbed over your hip bones.

“Bloody hell,” you heard someone say from the door. You gasped and pulled away from Fred only to see George standing in the doorway with his jaw wide open. Fred’s smirked stayed plastered on his face and his grip held you tight on his lap.

“Sorry Georgie, think you can give us a few more minutes? We’re still talking.”

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jupitermoontarot24 · 3 months

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💗18+ What Makes Your FS Jealous + Their First Time??👀💗🔥

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Intuitive messages.

Your fs hates jealousy; they don't like the emotion at all. it feels exactly like the picture to them yucky. Not only do they not like it, they feel like it doesn't look good on them either. You would never see this person being jealous ever.If your fs felt like you were trying to make them jealous on purpose they would walk away. they wouldn't even hesitate if they knew you were doing it on purpose because they feel it's just so immature to do. they wouldn't want to be with somebody that is emotionally unevolved.This person would drop you like a hot potato, but it's not just you that they would do this to but everyone. it's not personal they love you but they love themselves more to not deal with stuff like that because it's hurtful to them and it's triggering. Making them jealous wouldn't be sexy or as appeasing to them, like how it might be with other people. Some people lean more into jealousy. Don't get me wrong pile 1 they would heavily contemplate staying with you a lot though lol. “Pile one is perfect tho”..”maybe they just made a mistake?”. This person can be a overthinker so they would leave you then feel sad and torture themselves by overthinking if they made the right decision or not. Making this person jealous would just be sad for everyone. They would get over it though and continue on with their life. Lol not many giggles w their jealousy.

The first time your FS gets jealous it feels foreign but dark. it puts them in this dark energy I'm seeing Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas, it gets this person in their Shadow side. this person will be there physically but their feelings will be really distant. This could be an air sign or somebody with an air Moon. At some point if they were made jealous they would tell you how they felt have a conversation with you. they would contemplate how to tell you though, they would think, and they would practice it. they might write you a letter and make you a playlist. the first time you make this person jealous they might marry you. like “no single muah ifykyk “. LMAO They could have a breeding kink so marry you and try to get you pregnant that night. Go to the courthouse vibe.Putting your fs in their shadow side leads to stability but also more responsibility. Playing serious games get serious prizes is how this person feels. So the first time your future spouse gets jealous y'all could have sex but they feel a little distant tbh and they're kind of angry. Then after the sex, the next day they'll tell you how they feel, then maybe propose going to the courthouse or just proposing in general. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!

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Pile 2 your future spouse gets jealous when they're not invited, or when they're not in the loop. They feel like you guys are best friends so they get jealous if you ever get mad at them or you get too cool with them “too cool for school” is what I heard Lmao and you don't tell them about stuff in general. you don't tell them where you're going, who you are hanging out with. even if it's not on purpose they still get jealous.They just want you to talk to them how you would tell your best friend basically.They really get jealous if you give them the silent treatment though, you could be good at the silent treatment. if you don't tell them what you're gonna wear or your plans seriously, they feel a little jealous Lol. They wanna know about the different phases you go through.They think you are so cool, almost like a lil sibling to a cool big brother/sister. That's probably why I channelled too cool for school lmao. They don’t ever wanna seem lame to you

The first time your future spouse got jealous could be the first time they ever seen you. maybe you were out and this person saw you but they also saw other people see you and be attracted to you. it's like when this person's first met you they were like I need to be in pile too by the end of night and not even in a sexual way but just like I can't live without them going forward.Yeah this person was jealous because they wanted you and they want to be the only person that has you.They immediately go into that king of wands energy which is very passionate, can be aggressive and can also be possessive especially with Leo energy. they're competitive nature came out the first time they met you so if anybody looked at you, if anybody talked to you they were jealous.This person could have also thought of what you like in bed and what you look like modelling for them or being naked or even being in relationship with them. This person saw you and you guys' future life flashed in front of their eyes,It could have been a whole room full of girls/men but they only saw you. If you got drunk they were jealous of the liquor that got to coat your throat lmao jealous of the glass, jealous of anyone you danced with.They just had a burning desire to be with you they could have watched you for the rest of the night like a hawk even if you didn't notice this person will or did watch you.Seen you and knew you were their wife/husband. This gives love at first sight vibes. So this person was jealous of anyone you've ever been with before they saw you and jealous if anyone else spoke to you this night.You could have had a past life with this person. G eazy-Provide. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!

Pile 3🤑

Intuitive messages

If you make music or do something creative ur fs gets jealous if you make songs/paintings with someone else or you went to the studio by yourself or with someone else. Your fs gets jealous if you have a girls / boys night.If this person gets too jealous they will blank out.They feel like you should be at home under them and they can be making love to you but instead you’re out.They get jealous when other people see your face when they’re not there to see it too. They are just jealous and possessive in general lol they can lean into tho. They get jealous when you go out and party. “I am so much better than a party” is what I heard lol they wanna run you bath water and rub your feet instead.. you could be younger than this person, but they see you as their baby lol so like “ why is baby outside?” Who let baby outside? ” Smh baby needs to be in the house”. LMAO Like a worried father! They think you are too sweet for the world. 🙂 No co-workers is what I heard, that makes them jealous. so I don't know if you do this or not but no work buddies, no lunch with them, no breakfast nun or that.They would do anything to keep you around and that's including “put someone in a bodybag” is what I heard.😳They are determined to win so jealousy is only fuel for this fiending addiction to you. They aren’t shy about it either. They can be scary when they're jealous because they have a soft spot for you. But Definitely don't make this person jealous on purpose because someone “could die”. WHEWWW they are like a bear, can be friendly but deadly real fast.Body2body-Acehood

The first time your future spouse gets jealous pile three it could be around other people. maybe y'all are out and you have a conversation with somebody too long or you look at somebody for too long and they get jealous. this person watches you very closely so if you stare at somebody for a long time they would know cuz they're focus is always on you. This person probably could start touching you and showing PDA so everyone knows that you are theirs. kissing you, your forehead rubbing on your legs. this person could knock out the person that's talking to you or something. This person really can black out; they really see red when they get too jealous. they could want to have sex in public like they take you in the bathroom and do it. they might tell the person you talked to that you didn't mean what you said lol like if you said something you look good or we should exchange info something they'll be like “pile 3 didn't mean that.. leave “ even if they didn’t know what you said lol. Yeah I think you guys first time they will definitely take you in the bathroom or take you immediately home and put it on you. this person will be angry but they're just going to take their anger out by having multiple rounds of sex with you and probably buying you something too. Ur fs is okay with you being admired but as long as they're around.They would hate to lose you so they don't even want to risk it. You might even feel some type of way about how they act because I don't think you like how they act when they get jealous because it really is scary and you might end up just feeling some type of way. They give bull vibes.You don't want to make this person too jealous they might get suspicious of yoo. they will stay with you forsure but they will go so detective on you it's crazy, they will track you, know your every move. they would go some crazy lengths to know what you're doing. So be careful!!! Rihanna-unfaitful but they might take someone's else life. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!

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Intuitive messages

It makes ur fs jealous when you won't kiss them in public. This person could like PDA so when you don't want to hug them or receive kisses from them in public it makes them feel jealous.They feel jealous when you don't want to coordinate outfits or wear things that they bought you.

They give this energy lol how cute.Ur fs gets jealous when you don't want to drop everything for them and go on vacation or be spontaneous because of other responsibilities/people. They are jealous if you don't want to take pictures or if you want to take pictures and they aren't in it or they aren't in the background.They get jealous if you get extra dressed up for other ppl but not for them too. Or do your makeup different for someone else. If you call and tell news to others before them. When you dont wanna wear their clothes or scent wink wink ;). If you model your clothes to someone else before them. They adore you and are proud to be a couple/married.

The first time your future spouse got jealous could have been during an intimate moment. maybe they wanted to make love or have a quickie and you had to cut it short due to other responsibilities. like maybe you guys started making love and then you check the time and you're like oh I gotta go I have a lunch with my friend or another obligation with someone else and this person gets jealous.Don't let you put on an outfit they haven't seen you wear before either they're going to be jealous too LOL. This person loves making love to you so they don't like it being cut short at all; they don't even like seeing you get dressed or put on clothes really. They would like you to be home with them all day and be naked. or maybe you guys did have sex and they put in a lot of work. It was a good session but then you get up and you're like I have to go. My friend is waiting for me at the mall. They would never stop you from leaving but they would just get a little jealous. this person can even be jealous when you go to work instead of hanging out with them, especially if they make enough money to take care of you.They would rather work hard and do everything they can in order for you to be available for them.This person sees you as the Queen of Pentacles. This person's love language might be quality time. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!

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seolpsy · 6 days

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ZEROBASEONE # RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEM !

notes: first post, my writing’s a bit rusty!! happy 1 year to zb1, i couldn’t be happier to have supported my boys since the beginning :)

word count: 836

warnings: none

% KIM JIWOONG !

to be honest, you guys would be a pretty chill couple. outside of casual dates or romantic dinners, you prefer to stay home and watch a movie together. kissing isn’t your thing, but you love sharing long, deep hugs with him. nonetheless, jiwoong would take amazing care of you, always checking up on you and comforting you when you need it. even though you guys don’t express your feelings all the time, you find comfort in each other’s presence.

% ZHANG HAO !

sassy couple!!! you guys give attitude and bitch as a joke but is it? all jokes aside, hao loves to help you in any way possible and vice versa. even with your busy schedules, you always find ways to make time for each other and go on dates. at the end of the day, zhanghao loves to lay in your arms and listen to how your day went. in your free time, hao would teach you how to play the violin or offer you his endless knowledge on random topics.

% SUNG HANBIN !

hanbin would be the absolute sweetest. he would do things without you having to ask and look after you if you’re not feeling well. you guys love to match outfits from head to toe and do cringey things all couples do. y’all would definitely have a couple's instagram. hanbin makes you feel so loved and treats you to so many nice things you're wondering if you even deserve half of it. hanbin would love to teach you how to dance because it’s something he enjoys so much. before going to bed, hanbin likes to spoon you and snuggle his face in the small of your neck.

% SEOK MATTHEW !

you and matthew are an adventurous couple. most of your dates consist of trying new foods, going to the gym, or sleeping. you guys would make mini vlogs about your adventures (the next best food bloggers/gaming nerds). anyway, you aren’t one for skinship but you have other ways of showing your love. matthew likes to leave you notes before heading to work, while you cook him his favorite foods for dinner. a relaxing but enjoyable relationship.

% KIM TAERAE !

you guys would be a calm and collected couple for the most part. words don’t have to describe how you feel for one another. however, there are times when you get silly, and that energy radiates off of taerae. besides this, you guys enjoy spending time together doing nothing but watching your favorite tv shows and snacking. for dates, you guys would go to karaoke and compete for the highest score (taerae wins obviously because his voice is like perfect!?). you’re never not smiling with taerae.

% SHEN RICKY !

ricky is everyone’s dream boyfriend, let’s be real. he would spoil you so much. you name it, he’ll buy it. apart from this, ricky loves his quality time with you. he will constantly make excuses to hang out with you (he’s so obsessed with you there’s no hiding it). he loves it when you compliment him, it brightens his day and he can’t stop smiling. ricky has such a soft spot for you and you’re the only person he’s this comfortable around. he likes to wrap his hands around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder.

% KIM GYUVIN !

being in a relationship with gyuvin would be so chaotic and fun. every day is a new adventure… what interesting journey will gyuvin embark on today? but seriously, you guys would go on the most fun dates; roller skating, ziplining, going to an amusement park, you name it. he can never take his hands off of you, constantly lifting you off your feet and peppering your cheek with kisses. when you’re feeling down, he does his best to cheer you up (and succeeds because who can resist gyuvin?). there’s never a dull moment with gyuvin.

% PARK GUNWOOK !

hanging out with gunwook makes you so smiley. no matter how long you guys have been together, you still feel giddy and nervous around one another. one tiny gesture can make you blush. small things like taking a walk or sharing a meal are enough to convey how much you guys love being together. but honestly, y’all get crazy around one another. your energy bounces off of each other so there’s no stopping once it starts. he loves kissing you on the lips when you’re distracted to see your flushed face. being with gunwook heals your inner child.

% HAN YUJIN !

yujin is so so shy around you. he never knows how to clearly express his feelings so when you tell him how good he looks or say something nice about him, yujin literally can’t function. aside from that, yujin likes to buy you small treats or write notes to you (loverboy). he’s not big on skinship because he’s afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable, but you love to hug him or boop his nose to see how he’ll react. when you’re unsure of his feelings, yujin reminds you that he’s only yours.

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juanarc-thethird · 2 months

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If interested please DM him

Nora: How was your Valentine's Day?

Jaune: Um... Normal.

Nora: You didn't ask a girl out?

Jaune: No...

Nora: Why not?

Jaune: Because no one is interested in me?

Nora: What?! How is that possible?!

Jaune: Trust me, it is possible.

Nora: Not on my watch! *Leaves*

Jaune: Hey! Where are you going?! *Sighs* Whatever, it's not my problem.

The next day....

Jaune: *Reading a book*

*Ting!*

Jaune: Huh? *Checks his phone* An unknown message?

*Ting!* *Ting!* *Ting!*

Jaune: More?

*Ting!Ting!Ting!Ting!Ting!Ting!*

Jaune: What the?

*TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!*

Jaune: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!

Momentas later

JNPR's Room

Nora: *Playing games on her phone while lying in bed*

Jaune: *Shows up* *Angry* What did you do?!

Nora: Do what?

Jaune: You know very well what I mean. What did you do?!

Nora: I seriously don't know what you're talking about.

Jaune: I'm talking about this!

Jaune shows his phone, still being bombarded by messages from unknown numbers.

Jaune: Why do I have a bunch of strangers asking me on a date?!

Nora: *Excited* Really?! That means that my post worked!

Jaune: *Confuse* What post?

Nora: This one!

She selects something on her phone and shows it to Jaune.

"Do you want a Man that has abs? Do you want a man that can cook? Do you want a man that is literally the dream house husband?! Well look no further.

Jaune Arc, the only son of the Arc Family.

Let's talk about features: - Power: No - Money: No - A car: No - Great confidence: Nope... but he has a humongous dick that makes up for everything else.

Let me tell you a story. One day I entered the bathroom without checking to see if anyone was there using it. And when I did it, he poked my eye. "With what?" you might ask. I think we both already know answer to that.

You can present him to your parents, to your sibling who never stops bothering you that you are single and alone, to your weird creepy uncles, to your gossiping fat aunts, to your racist grandmother who no one dares to tell her to stop saying rude things, because for some reason everyone is afraid of her. And I can assure you that all of them will change their ways when they see what a good boy this man is. God damn it! Everyone will want to protect this golden retriever of a person!

Good boy Approved!!

Things this man is old enough to do: - Vote: Yes - Consent to Sex: Yes - Becoming Huntsmen: HE IS ALREADY A HUNTSMEN!

This man has history. He's seen some shit. He has done "things" for his friends. He has killed for his friends. He will not judge you like other people.

Interesting facts: - He is a good boy on the outside, but he is a beast on the inside~ *Wink* *Wink* - He is an Arc, so he is designed for breeding. - He holds the record for most boxes of cereal consumed in one day!

What more can you ask for?!

Look...

Let's face the facts. He may not be the most beautiful person in the world, but you aren't either (I mean that's why you're still single). So stop lying to yourself and stop lying to your mom about that "guy" you met at the supermarket. (We both know that's a lie). He may be too good for you, but he's really desperate. So send him a message and try your luck.

Jaune Arc 206-XXX-XXXX"

Nora: What do you think? Very cool, right?

Jaune:...

Jaune: Am I a joke to you?

#jaune arc #jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #nora #nora valkyrie #rwby nora #rwby nora valkyrie #rwby #rwby shitpost #I don't know what the hell I'm doing

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ktaerssoi · 6 days

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same team, different goal

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

summary: the three weeks leading up to the draft, or the three times you realize caitlin isnt all that bad.

(2k)

week one

march was coming to an end, and Iowa had made it to the elite eight. tomorrow you would play against LSU, and you were a little nervous. your nerves didn't ease up when you were practicing the night before on an empty court.

it was almost ten, but you hadn't eaten or even thought about anything but the game tomorrow until you heard someone enter the gym, and then you weren't alone.

looking up from the ground, you shot the basketball towards the net, your arm stretching out and your feet coming off of the floor for a moment, but to no avail, it hit the backboard and bounced back to you.

"you should ease up your arm, you're too tense to be playing to your full ability." you turn to see caitlin standing by the court's edge, a calculated look on her face. "clark, I really don't need your help, I just need to practice. you're not exactly helping with that by the way."

she put her hands up in defense, "Actually that was exactly what I was doing. Plus, this isn't your gym, I can come in and practice too if I want." and that's what she did. every time she threw the ball you heard a faint swish and turned to see her lazily going to retrieve the basketball. she's some freak of nature really.

"wanna run some defense real quick?" she throws the ball to you, which you catch with an annoyed look. "sure," the tone of your voice would be enough to turn anyone away normally, but caitlin was one to never quit.

you guys had been trying to block the other on and off for about an hour, caitlin having more success than not. "seriously caitlin, I don't get how you just walk in here and play so easy." you guys were over by the benches, getting some water and checking your phones.

she looks up at you, shrugging. "no I mean seriously, if I told you to stand anywhere on the court you could make it. you practice infinite hours and yet your grades almost never falter." you hadn't really realized that you were going on a rant, but you were nothing but amazed by her talent. well maybe a little jealous too.

"wow l/n, I didn't know you were that big of a fan, do you want me to sign a shirt or something?" you would usually be annoyed by a snarky statement like this, but something about the exhaustion of practicing and the smile on her face made you smile a little too.

you woke up the next morning feeling less nervous about the game. practicing with caitlin was helpful, even if you swear for the rest of your life that it wasn't. She had told you about herself, in between breaks you guys would talk about what it was like playing basketball growing up.

she was easy to talk to.

you had been warming up for a little, talking to kate and trying to relax, like caitlin said. by half, both teams were tied at 45, and you were trying not to stress. you knew that you had a good team, and you knew that even if we were to fail it wouldn't be the end of the world.

you had a short water break at half, and caitlin came up to you, leaning down and whispering in your ear. "hey just relax, we got this, just get out of your head." you nodded, looking up and her. kate had given you guys an odd look, along with the rest of the team.

once the third quarter started, you were trying to guard angel resse. she was a difficult player to block, but you had managed to stop a few points and by the end of the third quarter Iowa was up by 11.

you could tell caitlin wasn't happy that we were so close to the end of the game and we barely had a lead. "c, just play like you did last night, don't think just play. you're not the best at thinking anyway." she rolled her eyes at your comment but smiled nonetheless.

"That's not what you said last night," she said as the whistle for the fourth quarter blew. your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, one that you hoped you could play off as a tough game. you hadn't been put in for the fourth quarter coach opting to put someone else in and give you a break.

"since when have you and caitlin been friends?" you turn to see jada, confusion written on her face. "um, we've always been friends, just, not like good friends." you say, taking a sip of your water. "not "good friends?" you guys fight like there's no tomorrow. something happened and I and kate will find out." you shake your head, a smile on your face as you picture her and kate in old-timey investigater outfits.

"you have fun with that."

the game ends quickly after that, Iowa winning by 7 points. you smiled as you saw the team celebrate on the court, still holding good sportsmanship to LSU (for the most part..), you walked by the other team, high-fiving and telling resse that she's a tough player to block. you guys chat for a little before you say goodbye and walk into the locker room.

"what were you talking to resse about?" you hear caitlin before you see her, but when you do see her she's in the middle of changing out of her jersey into some random shirt. "nothing really, I was just telling her that she played well." you shrugged, walking over to your bag to get changed as well, trying not to stare at anyone.

"yeah, she played well I guess, we still won though." caitlin grabbed her bag in a huff, seeming to be a tad annoyed. "if I didn't know any better I would say you're mad I talked to her," you mumbled, but caitlin still heard.

"I'm not mad I just don't get why you don't treat our team like that, I mean you didn't congratulate any of us and we were the ones who won." caitlin's voice was raised now, you weren't sure where this was coming from but it ticked you off nonetheless.

"fine, you need some praise? good fucking job caitlin, our very own lord and savior." you rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag, and walking out to the bus to head back to campus. sitting down in the seat next to kate you were silent, not wanting to talk to anyone.

one thing though was that you most definitely hated caitlin clark.

you had gotten to Cleveland earlier that day, you had talked to the UConn team, since you used to play for them it was fun to chat with old teammates and meet the new players. you knew that caitlin and paige were friends, they used to play together and were a great duo. That's why you weren't surprised when she came over and started making her presence known, shutting down the conversation you were having with paige.

"yeah and then she had the audacity-" you were cut off by caitlin, smiling as she walked over and hugged paige. "hey bueckers, you better be ready to lose tomorrow." you glared at her not so subtly, sighing. "clark I was kind of in the middle of talking." she looked down at you, rolling her eyes. "yeah because you always have to talk to the opponents?"

paige had turned away at that point, talking to ice because she knew it was bound to be awkward if she continued standing there. "what is your problem? just because I didn't feed your ego one time im a problem? you need to get a grip." her jaw tightened at your words, you hadn't spoken loud, not wanting to draw too much attention to you guys.

"me? I'm not the one with the issues, you just seem to hate me for no reason at all. seriously, ever since you transferred to Iowa I've been trying to be your friend but you've taken everything I've done as an attack on you. me getting you dinner was not meant to send you into an allergic reaction and get you out of a game!" she hadn't taken into consideration that other people were around and she was talking at a voice level far too loud for the small area you were in.

you had dragged her to a corner, deciding it would be the easiest way to defuse the situation. "okay I'm sorry, you're just good at everything, and it's kind of hard to be friends with someone like that. it makes me feel like I have to prove I'm better which usually doesn't go over well. also, it wasn't even about the allergic reaction I just don't know why you got me dinner. I was fine by myself." caitlin rolls her eyes at your words but nods regardless.

you guys had won the game against UConn the next day, and you and caitlin finally working well together and not arguing throughout the game. there was a sort of understanding between the two of you guys now.

week two

you guys had ulitamtily lost the game against NC state, it was close and you guys had played hard. caitlin was anything but happy by the end of it, and not even kate or gabbie could fix it.

"clark, like you said, its not the end of the world. there will always be another game." you had said it to not only help her, but yourself. you weren't exactly pleased with the outcome of the game, none of team had been.

for caitlin it was different, she was going to the draft next week and losimg her lat college game wasn't something she could live with. but she would have to.

even though you hadn't really meant to, you had cheered caitlin up. even if it was only a little bit, her mood had improved and she was able to talk to the team with out an undertone of anger. the ride home wasn't the best trip of your life but you guys had managed to make the best of it for everyone sake.

seeing caitlin sit quietly on the bus made you start thinking about what it wold be like on the team with out her next year. with out her it would be so different, not to mention you were losing a bunch of other great players. but with out caitlin who would you compete with? she wasn't just a teammate, she was a friend, whether you guys were fighting or not you would miss her. plus she was nice to look at.

half way through the trip back to campus you guys had stopped to stretch your legs. when you got back on, you sat next to caitlin before she could put her feet up and block the seat.

"hey c," you smiled at her, and though she didn't show it you could tell that she was okay with you being there. you had looked over at what she was doing on her phone and you saw she was looking at her possible outfits for the draft.

"i like that one." you had pointed to your favorite of the options, a sparkly cropped top with a white button down and a skirt. it would look good on her.

she nodded, and quickly sent a text to her stylist that that was the one she wanted to wear. you had just picked out caitlin clarks wnba draft night outfit.

"i don't know what im going to do next year. i mean, the wnba is going to be great but seriously this team is to good to not miss." caitlin was picking at her fingernails, a bad habit of hers. "even though im on it?" you laughed a little, you knew she hadn't always liked you.

"no i think especially because you're on it. you've really been my number one compeition and with you gone i don't know who's going to keep my ego in check." she smiles at you, and you shake your head. "trust me clark, someone is going to get fed up and humble you."

something about the way she smiled the rest of the way home made you feel good. you really were going to miss her.

week three

it was draft night, and you had been invited along with some other team members to attend for caitlin. she and everyone looked so good, and the outfit you had chosen definitely distracted some people. (you included)

the draft was about to start and caitlin had been standing with you, kate, gabbie, and jada for a while before she finally had to leave. your leg was bouncing with anticipation when the commissioner came on stage with the first pick, but instantly cheers erupted from your group and many others in the room.

you were surprised when caitlin didn't instantly get up and head to the commissioner, instead, she hugged her family, stepped down off the stage to hug you first, and then, kate, jada, and gabbie, and then finally went to the commissioner. that's going to be in an edit.

the night went smoothly after that, you were getting texts from her often, and one of the commentators had pointed out that you both both on your phones. when the cameras panned over to her and you, the crowd cheered and you both waved. you felt your phone buzz a few seconds later with a text from caitlin, "they're watching us 😉" the cameras were still on you, so you flipped your phone showing the camera her message.

later that night, at the after party you were talking with Nika when caitlin had excused you both and you walked over to some corner. "hey, you know I was tal-" you were cut off by caitlin's lips on yours. it took you a moment but you kissed back.

what the fuck was happening.

she pulled away after a second and you looked at her stunned, confusion evident on your face. "um, so like why did you do that?"

her face guys pink, and she looks confused as well. "I, um, i don't know why i did that. i just really wanted to kiss you." you nodded at her admittion, yet still confused.

"i think i've liked you since you transferred. i mean, i just like, i think that's why I've always competed with you, i just wanted to show off. It's why i got mad the other day, sorry about that by the way-" she was the one to get cut off this time as you kissed her again.

pulling away after a few seconds you smiled up at her, taking in your high difference for what seemed like the first time. "you're not all too bad either clark." you gave her one more peck and your smile widened even more if possible. "congrats on getting drafted by the way. I'll have to get you to sign a jersey for me."

CHAT I HATE THIS SO MUCH SOME ONE END ME. no like all jokes aside this is actual dookie. but i finally finished this little side blurb thing so yay!! making brownies rn i will update you on them! thats all chat, once again sos. - kate

#wcbb #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #paige #kate martin #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #i love her sm

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nhlclover · 2 months

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bruised | arber xhekaj

word count: 0.88k

summary: arber gets bruised from a fight during a game, leaving you frantic for answers and reassurance.

warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, semi nsfw toward the end?

notes: repurposed and old + deleted fic so if it’s familiar that’s why :)

You paced around the kitchen, your phone tight in your grip. Yours and Arber's text messages open on the screen, your four consecutive texts going unanswered. The TV was now playing SportsCenter, the Habs game having ended about an hour ago.

As per usual, you spent your evening after work watching your boyfriend's hockey game. However, instead of watching a productive game including garnering an assist or a shot blocked, you watched his night come to an end earlier after he was skated off the ice following a fight at the end of the second period

Nothing much had provoked the fight, the previous period and a half being rather tame. However, after a couple of less-than-favourable games from the team as well as his time on ice being reduced, Arber’s frustrations had hit a boiling point.

Arber had laid a couple of hits but after being knocked down next to the boards, Arber charged after his attacker, cross-checking him from behind. The two of them exchanged a couple of jabs, with Arber’s opponent getting in a few more than he did resulting in a rare defeat, before they were separated by the officials. As he was skating off, the camera gave you a good look at his split brow and bruised face, blood leaking down his face and dripping onto his jersey.

You found that you stopped paying attention right at that moment, your focus solely on the wellbeing of your boyfriend. You’d seen him get in fights before but not once had you seen him get in a fight that resulted in such damage to his face. You sent a text a few minutes after watching the altercation, expecting him to reply a little later. When you didn’t get a reply, you sent another text, hoping the first one just got lost in other notifications. Normally, Arber would send you a text right after he gets out of a game, letting you know he’d be home shortly.

Almost an hour and a half after the game had ended, you heard the front door open. The sound of shoes shuffling against the hardwood in the hall echoes through the house, accompanied by the sound of his bag slumping to the floor. He finally comes around the corner, meeting you in the kitchen with a nervous expression on his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask, approaching him and examining the wound in his brow that has begun to cause his eye to swell. It’s been properly stitched up and cleaned by the medical staff.

He lets out a sigh of relief, hands settling on your waist. “I’m fine, y/n.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask him again.

“Yes, one hundred percent they-”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout, slapping his chest.

“Ow, what the fuck?” He asks, dropping his hands from your waist and instead protecting himself.

You groan loudly, stepping away from him and pacing around the kitchen. “Why the fuck did you fight that guy?”

He sighs, pulling his beanie off and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know…” He huffs. “I was pissed, I’m not doing jack shit when I’m on the ice. I didn’t know what else to do, I had to make an impact somehow.”

“Well, you can't just lose your temper like this every time you get upset!” You shout. “You know how stupid that was? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t have gotten that badly hurt they wouldn’t-”

“I don’t give a shit, Arber!” You interrupt, your voice getting increasingly louder and your breath more ragged. “On top of that, you don’t even text me to say you’re okay!”

“Okay!” He stops you, coming over and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He shushes you, attempting to soothe your ragged breaths. “I’m sorry. I should’ve texted you when I got out. It’s just… you know how stressful it's been… not putting up points and not getting any ice time. It's not helping me especially when I’m trying to stay up with the Habs.”

“I know,” You say softly, nodding against his chest. You stand in his arms, your temper coming down.

“I’m sorry, again.” He says.

“I know, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been that upset.” You reply.

“No you had every right, I shouldn’t do stupid shit like that.” He says. You chuckle softly, leaning back and eyeing his wounds once more. You wince at them, knowing they’ll be much worse in the morning.

“I hope I didn’t piss you off too much,” Arber says. You give him a look and Arber can read it. However, Arber plays dumb. “What’s that look on your face?”

“You know. Don’t make me spell it out for you.” You say, running a hand through his hair.

“No, I don’t. I think the fight knocked out a few brain cells.” Arber said, feigning confusion.

You rolled your eyes, going up on your tip toes to bring your lips to his ear. “You know I want you.” You say in a whisper.

A smirk pulls on his lip. Arber bends down, picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal, feet kicking, as he walks down the hall to your bedroom.

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj x reader #arber xhekaj imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #montreal canadiens #hockey imagine #habs

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sturniolos-blog · 2 months

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Hii can u please do a dad matt story when estrella is 13ish and upset over boy problems and matt is there is reassure her ?

Boy problems - Matt sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - cute, swearing, ella being upset

quick disclaimer (important‼️‼️): the other request under the first one asked for when she like has a boyfriend but i mixed the two requests together so this story is about ella with boy problems and then matt and y/n realized she’s growing up, hope you enjoy ‼️‼️

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2:14pm

It was a Friday afternoon and I was sweeping in the living room when the front door opened, Ella and Mailo both walked in but Ella slammed the front door shut, dropped her back pack and ran upstairs, not giving me a word to speak.

I look at Mailo as i turn the vacuum off, “What’s wrong with your sister?” I ask him.

Mailo shrugs, “How should i know? She didn’t talk the whole bus ride home!” Mailo says, kicking his shoes off and walking to the kitchen to get a snack.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “I thought you guys don’t sit near each other because you both needed ‘space away from each other’?” Making quotation marks with my fingers.

“We don’t, but she didn’t talk to anyone! Not even her friends.” Mailo said, coming back into the living room with a bag of chips.

“Seriously dude? I just spent the whole day cleaning.” I pointed out.

Mailo looks at me then back down to his chips, “I’ll be neat.” He says, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.

“You say that ev-” I cut myself off and shook my head, “Okay, i’m done cleaning anyway, i have to go check on your sister.” I sighed before starting to wrap up the vacuum wire.

“Have any idea why she’s upset at least?” I pleaded.

Mailo shrugged, “Probably about a boy.”

My eyes widened, “How old am i getting?” I whispered to myself.

“Pretty old, mom.” Mailo interrupted.

“Be quiet and eat your chips.” I scoffed walking upstairs, hearing Mailo laugh at his own joke.

I get to Ella’s room door and knock on it softly before opening it.

I see Estrella laying on her bed, on her side scrolling on her phone.

I walk in before shutting the door behind me.

“Hey, El. How was school, love?” I asked her, coming to sit on the bed next to her.

She didn’t answer me, staying silent.

I let out a sigh, reaching over and stroking her hair. “Obviously not good.” I said quietly.

“Wanna talk about it?” I suggested.

She shook her head no.

“Do you..want a hug?” I offered.

She shakes her head no with no reaction.

“Okay, well we are gonna have spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight. I know you like that..” I said softly.

Estrella then turned off her phone, her back still facing me as she seemed to just lay on her side staring at the wall.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, rubbing her side before getting up and leaving the room.

I walk downstairs, “Mailo, you’re making a mess!” I scoffed at the 11 year old boy as the chip crumbs scattered around my couch.

Estrella POV

My mom had just left my room and i began to cry.

Boys were talking about me at school today and not in a flattering way, it was so humiliating.

And then a boy i thought liked me said nevermind and made everyone laugh at me.

It hurt so bad, and i yelled at him in the lunch room, a couple teachers heard it but they never reported it to the office.

I called him a loser and a weirdo and a wanna be popular kid, it was well deserved.

He had it coming for him.

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8:09pm

I was washing the dishes after dinner. Ella didn’t come down to eat and now i was getting worried.

Mailo was playing a video game on the TV, yelling and screaming every time he died.

I hear the front door open and close before Mailo yells, “Hi dad!” Followed by a “Hey buddy,” From Matt.

I dry my hands and walk to the living room, leaning against the wall.

I point at Matt, “You, come here.” I make the come here motion with my finger.

Matts eyebrows furrow before he comes over to me, kissing my lips quickly.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

“Yeah, i’m gonna go bother Ella you guys are disgusting.” Mailo gags.

“Don’t you dare go bother your sister, Mailo.” I threaten.

“I’m kidding, i’m going to my room, Jeez. She definitely got her mean-ness from you.” Mailo put his hands up in surrender.

“Mailo!” I yell.

“I’m going!” He yells back.

Matt lets out a laugh before i slap his chest. “Don’t encourage that.” I shake my head, letting out a laugh myself.

“Okay, i need to talk to you.” I say seriously, Matt nods and puts on a look which tells me he’s listening.

“Somethings wrong with Ella.” I say in a hushed tone.

“Wrong? What is she crazy or something?” Matt jokes, but when i give him a look telling him it’s not funny he changes his expression.

“She came home, threw her bag on the floor, didn’t say anything, slammed the door shut and ran upstairs, she also didn’t come down and eat dinner,” I tell him.

Matts eyebrows furrow, “I thought you were making spaghetti? That’s her favorite.”

I nod, “I did and it is.”

Matt sighs, “Did you try to talk to her?”

I roll my eyes, “What kind of mother would i be if i didn’t?” I shake my head, “I think you should talk to her, it’ll mean a lot coming from her dad.”

Matt looks at me, “Sure.”

I smile and put up a thumbs up as Matt starts to walk away. “Great. It’s about a boy by the way.” I mumble.

Matt pauses in his tracks and turns around, “It’s about a what?” He scoffs.

I sigh, “Matt, please, she’s 13 she’s obviously going to have boy problems.” I reasoned.

Matt shook his head and put his finger up, “Yeah, but i can’t. She’s my baby girl, i can’t think about her having a boyfriend yet!” He tells me, sighing as he put his hands on my waist.

“Please…” I drag out, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Matt rolled his eyes and let out a groan, “I hate you so much.” He joked, looking down at me.

“Sure you do, now go.” I booped his nose before pushing him to walk upstairs.

He looked at me before sighing, finally walking upstairs.

3rd Person POV

Matt walked upstairs to his daughter’s room, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself for this talk.

He knocked on the door softly, but after getting no reply he slowly turned the knob, walking in.

He spots his daughter laying on her bed, her lamp that sat nicely on her nightstand was turned on, lighting up the room as she had her back towards Matt, the same position she was in since Y/n last checked on her.

“Hey honey..” Matt says in a hushed tone, slowly walking in the room, shutting the door behind him.

He makes his way over and sits on her bed, sitting in silence for a couple of moments.

He hears sniffles come from her tiny figure, a small weep escaping her lips as a little piece of Matt’s heart shatters at every small sniffle coming from his baby.

“If this is about a boy, then he’s definitely not good enough for you. A-and i’m not even saying that because you’re my daughter, i’m saying that cause i mean it.. and also cause i love you, and i know that you are an amazing person and anyone who doesn’t realize that can go fuck themselves.” Matt’s eyes widen as he says the last part, surprised by his own words. “Don’t tell your mother i said that.”

He hears Ella let out the smallest, quietest chuckle, but it made him smile.

He watches as Estrella sniffles one big sniff, wiping her eyes and then sitting up against her headboard, he gets a good look of her face.

Tear stained covered both her cheeks, her eyes avoiding eye contact with her father at all cost.

Picking at her finger nails that were now chipped with nail polish, a habit she got from her mother when she was nervous or upset.

Matt noticed how short her nails were, the biting problem coming from himself.

“Boys are just so weird dad!” Estrella started, “They’re crazy and disgusting and fools and i just- i don’t know what to do anymore, it hurts dad.” Ella’s voice cracked as she spoke, Matt looking at her with guilt, like it was his fault.

“I’m so sorry, baby. They don’t deserve you, i promise, anybody who thinks he has any right to talk to you like that is a total loser, and i will beat the shit out of any boy that talks bad about you.” Matt threatens.

Ella let’s out a giggle and shakes her head, “You don’t have to do that, dad.”

Matt shrugged, “But i would. And you know why?” He paused, “Because i love you. Your mom loves you-”

“My room isn’t even that messy, mom!” Matt gets interrupted by Mailo yelling in the hallway.

“Mailo, for the love of- there are clothes everywhere! Is that a cup of expired milk?!” Matt and Ella hear Y/n yell also.

Matt and Estrella both share a quick laugh.

“And even your crazy brother loves you. We all do. And one day you’ll find a man who loves you too. And then we will love him.” Matt finishes, Ella having a big smile on her face.

She nods, “Thank you, dad. I love you guys too, even Mailo.” She jokes, making Matt chuckle.

Matt leans forward and kisses Ella’s forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart. Love you.”

Ella smiles, finally feeling okay again.

Matt walks out into the hallway, walking into Mailo’s room seeing Y/n picking up all of Mailo’s clothes and throwing them into a laundry basket that she had tucked under her arm.

She was muttering things like, ‘Disgusting’ ‘did not get this from me’ ‘crazy kid’

Matt laughed as he leaned against the doorway, Mailo walking in his room with another glass of milk.

Y/n stands up normally and gives him a death stare.

“I’ll take this downstairs then.” He shrugs, walking downstairs with his milk.

Y/n signs and drops the laundry basket, rubbing her eyes before clasping her hands together.

“Okay, how’d it go with Ella?” She wondered, her voice quiet as she kicked some of Mailo’s dirty clothes that were still on the floor out of the way of the door way, both of them making there way out as she shut the door.

Matt shrugged, “You’re right, it was about a boy. But i talked to her and she’s alright now.” Matt said, but his tone wasn’t very excited and Y/n noticed it.

“And…?” Y/n urged him.

Matt let out a sigh, “I don’t know, my baby is getting older. I mean just yesterday was her first day of kindergarten and Mailo’s first day of pre-school. I mean, isn’t that crazy?” Matt ranted.

Y/n nodded, wrapping her arms around her husbands neck, twirling a piece of her husbands hair around her finger. “It is crazy, but it’s just a part of life, and we will just have to deal with it.” Y/n shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

Matt nodded, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist. “You’re right, thank you.” He leaned down and kissed his wife’s lips quickly. “Is it weird i feel old?” Matt asked as he pulled away.

“You guys are old.” Mailo chimed in.

“Mailo!” Y/n scolded as Mailo let out a loud laugh.

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alright what a crazy fic but i think i like third person better but yall voted for first person so that’s here to stay i guess, love yall and i hope yall liked the fic

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simplyholl · 6 months

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Truth or Dare (featuring Bucky)

Written by @simplyholl and @wheredafandomat

Summary: With a killer on the loose at your college, what else is there to do but party with the hottest guys on campus?

Pairing: Frat Boy Loki x Frat Boy Bucky × F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Alcohol use. Cream pie. Threesome. Spanking.

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“Whatcha reading?” Flinching, you had to contain your yelp as you spun around to meet Bucky, who was leaning over your shoulder looking at your laptop. “The latest on the campus killer.” You answer, your anxiety dissipating at the sight of him.

“Campus killer?” He snorted. “A couple girls go missing and they say there’s a killer on the loose.” “Buck, have some respect. They found another body yesterday.” “Sorry, doll.” He apologized. “I just think it’s a bit excessive to have everybody worried like this, maybe these are isolated incidents.” He suggests. “What if it’s not? What if I’m next? Would you start taking this seriously then?” You argue.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.” He smiled, that same smile that always melted your heart. “Are you going to protect me?” You teased, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “A girl like you don’t need protecting.” He smirked, his hand finding your cheek as he looked down at you. You leaned into his touch, your cheek feeling warm from the contact.

You and Bucky were great friends, but deep down you wanted your friendship to exceed platonic touches and glances. You had kissed a few times, but you both always blamed it on the alcohol. “Hey” Loki interrupted, approaching you both as Bucky let go of you.

“What are you up to?” “I’m just telling this one she has nothing to be afraid of.” Bucky answered. “What are you reading?” Loki asked you, skimming over the article on your laptop. “It’s about what we know so far about the campus killer.” You answer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Care to enlighten me?” Loki prompted. “He seems to only target girls and apparently he’s got a devil tattoo on his hip bone.” You replied. “Who worked that out?” Loki laughed. “One of his victims who survived, Crazy Maddie. She said he was wearing a mask and he was shirtless when he grabbed her. She fought back and his pants were low after the struggle, so she saw it.” “Crazy Maddie?” They both chuckle. “Yeah. I know she says a lot of wild things, but this one is true, I think. She seemed pretty shaken up about it.” You explained.

“I wouldn’t believe her.” Bucky shrugged. “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Loki asked you, changing the subject. “At a time like this? No!” You shook your head. “How about we bring the party to you?” Bucky suggests. “Yeah?” You prompt him to continue. “We could bring some beers, maybe watch a film, play a game?” He suggests.

“I’m down.” You agree, Loki does the same. “Great, we will swing by around seven?” “Perfect.” You grin, your gaze lingering on Bucky’s as he mirrors your smile.

You get ready for the night, spraying your favorite perfume, the one Bucky complimented last time. You can only hope that he will kiss you again. You’d even take a kiss from your other friend, Loki. They were both insanely attractive, not to mention popular. Top athletes and the most sought after guys in their fraternity. It was hard to get them alone at parties. They always had the hottest sorority girl’s’ attention.

You wore a low cut tank top that made your breasts look amazing. You flip your hair one last time, deciding you’re ready. You check your phone, it’s 7:05. You hear a knock at your door. Bucky and Loki come in carrying pizza and beers. You sit in the floor enjoying your meal and watching A Nightmare On Elm Street. When the film is over, Bucky says he wants to play a game. You go to the closet pulling out monopoly.

“This is all I have.” You tell them. “No, darling. We were thinking of a different game. How about Truth or Dare?” Loki suggests. “Sure.” You agree, but you are a little nervous, hoping they don’t ask anything too revealing. After a few more beers, the game gets interesting. “Truth or Dare?” Loki asks you. “Truth.” You choose, waiting for his question. He and Bucky share a look before he turns back to you. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about one of us?”

You try not to choke on your beer. “Yes, I have.” You admit, looking away from them. “Which one?” Bucky asks you. “Um, both of you.” You tell him, looking between them. Loki grins knowingly. The boys take their turns next, admitting they have thought about you like that too. You’re next and you pick dare.

“I dare you to let him suck your tits.” Loki gives you the task and the alcohol takes away any embarrassment. You pull your tank top off, pulling the cups of your bra down, revealing your perky chest. Loki watches as Bucky lowers his head, taking a hardened nipple between his lips. You moan as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention. He releases you, and you pull your bra back up. When it’s your turn again you choose dare, hoping to get another task like that.

“I dare you to suck his dick.” Bucky tells you. You look at Loki, who is already unzipping his pants. You sink to your knees, taking him deep. You hollow your cheeks, moaning around him. You feel your hair being removed from your neck, and you look up to find Bucky gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. “Oh Fuck!” Loki gasps, watching the two of you.

You pull him most of the way out of your mouth, closing your lips around the tip. You swirl your tongue around him before taking him all the way back again. Loki grips your chin in his hand, pulling your face up toward him. “Go get on the bed.” You do as your told, heading toward your bedroom. You strip your clothes as you go. This night couldn’t get any better.

“Such a good girl for us. Look Loki, she’s already naked.” Bucky sits on the edge of the bed. “C’mere doll, bend over my legs.” You lay down across Bucky’s lap with your ass exposed. He dips two fingers inside you. “She’s so wet already.” He tells Loki. Loki walks over, rubbing the curve of your cheek appreciatively. You cry out when Loki’s hand meets your ass with a slap. You clench around Bucky’s fingers.

“She likes that. Don’t you, baby?” Bucky coos. Loki’s hand comes down again, this time Bucky lazily rubs your clit. Your arousal drips down your thighs. “You look so beautiful with my handprint on you.” Loki observes.

“She’s so close.” Bucky tells him. When Loki’s hand hits your cheek once again, Bucky curls his fingers, simultaneously swirling the pad of his thumb against your clit. You fall apart while riding his hand. “Truth or dare, doll?” Bucky asks as you come down from your high, your body still aching to be touched by them.

“Dare.” You rush out, your pussy throbbing. “I dare you to let us fuck you.” Wordlessly, you obey, nodding your head furiously as Bucky and Loki share a smirk. You turn your back toward them, Bucky crawls behind you. You feel him running his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as you try to push yourself back against him.

Coming in front of you, Loki frees his length, stroking it with his hand before circling your lips with it. You open your mouth, taking him inside as he strokes your cheek. You hollow your cheeks around his cock while Bucky pushes inside you, groaning as your walls grip him.

Your hand replaces Loki’s as you massage the base of his cock whilst flicking your tongue against the tip. Bucky pulls out of you completely before thrusting inside of you again, setting a steady pace as you moan around Loki’s cock.

The vibrations make him close his eyes as he wills himself to not cum so soon. “Such a pretty little slut for us.” Bucky sniggers, one of his hands tightly gripping your waist whilst his balls slap against your clit. You could feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass as he fucked you, increasing his speed.

Bucky cums inside you with a grunt. Your breathing slows as he pulls out of you. “Stay on your hands and knees.” Loki commands. You assume the position while Loki lays under you, face near your pelvis, your breasts brushing his stomach. Bucky slides under you, the opposite way, placing an arm around your leg as he lays between them. You look to see Loki’s long tresses mix with Bucky’s as they settle in. “What are you doing?” You question, caught off guard when Loki’s lips seal around your clit. Bucky’s tongue glides through your folds.

“Mmm, we taste so good together, baby.” Bucky praises. Your legs shake as their mouths work you. “You gotta try this, Loke.” They switch positions and you know this is the craziest thing you’ll ever experience. Loki fucks you with his tongue, while Bucky sucks your clit, his unrelenting tongue flicking you simultaneously.

“Tastes so good.” Loki confirms. It doesn’t take long for you to shatter. They’ve ruined you for anyone else. When they crawl out from underneath you, you’re pleasantly surprised to see them share a kiss, tongues brushing against each other. Your clit throbs, needy for more.

“My turn.” Loki says, turning to you as you stay bent over in front of him. Unlike Bucky, there was nothing teasing about Loki’s movements. The fact that you were so wet helped as Loki thrust himself inside you, bottoming out with a grunt as you fell forward slightly.

Bucky makes his way in front of you, his thick cock in his hand. Lifting one of your hands up, you try and tug down Bucky’s jeans but he slaps your hand away, before kneeling at the end of the bed and kneading your breasts. Your moans grow louder as he takes one of them into his mouth whilst Loki continues fucking you from behind.

“Let me suck your cock.” You pant, looking up at Bucky. Standing back up, Bucky grips his hard length, guiding it to your mouth as you open it. Your tongue swirls around the tip as Bucky closes his eyes, head rolling to the side as you pleasure him.

You moan against him, sending vibrations down his shaft as Loki increases his pace. “Fuck!” You exclaim before being silenced by Bucky’s cock again. Looking up at him, you notice his eyes are closed. Lifting your hand again, you begin tugging down his jeans. Only for your eyes to widen in shock and terror as you see the devil tattoo on his hip bone.

Too clouded by pleasure, Bucky doesn’t notice what you have done. Trying to stop your lip from trembling, you release him with a pop, before telling Loki to stop. He stops, worried as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I just feel a little - I” You stutter, terrified by your realization. “What?” Bucky prompts you to continue as you grab a shirt, holding it over your exposed chest. You step back toward Loki who had gotten off the bed. “What, baby?” Bucky smiles, stepping toward you. “Loki, he- he’s the” You begin, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Killer” Loki whispers in your ear knowingly. “She saw the tattoo.” Loki tells Bucky. “Loki!” You gasp, shocked. “You knew?” “Knew? Darling, I helped.” He grins wickedly. You look between them, horrified. “Don’t worry, we won’t kill you, Y/N.” Bucky tells you. “Yes, you have nothing to worry about.” Loki strokes your cheek reassuringly. “You fuck too good.” Bucky smirks as Loki kisses your cheek.

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spliffymae · 1 year

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barber!sukuna

synopsis: armin and ejirou usually handled the kids that came into the shop. but of course there would be a day when both call in sick, and only sukuna is available to cut your son’s hair.

⚠️ bit of anime crossover, reader is a single mother, fluff

kio’s notes - listen, i be taking my brother to his barber and be getting so many ideas 😭 also got my old school music on so yaktv !!

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barbersukuna who literally goes to the shop to work and leave. he works alongside his friend geto, and five other barbers—armin, connie, aran, ejirou, and sero. he doesn’t really chop it up with the rest of the guys like that. he’s a bit more to himself, often chilling in the back room with his headphones on in between appointments.

“man, you so lame. you don’t ever smile? laugh at some shit?” connie pesters sukuna as he sits against his station, watching him give a man a box cut.

“say something worth laughing at then, springer.” sukuna says with a gruff, focusing on the back of the man’s neck instead of connie’s comment.

barbersukuna who is very particular about his work station. everything is in its designated spot, where he likes it by order of what he uses most. he changes it according to his appointments for the day. it’s something he takes great pride in and everyone knows not to mess with his shit.

seriously don’t! one time as a prank connie went to each station and swapped their tools. he put sukuna’a clippers with ejirou’s station and the pink haired man nearly killed the younger coworker, connie watching in fear from the background as sukuna held ejirou in a submission leg hold with his red man bun inbetween hair shears.

“why the hell do you have my shit!?”

“please! i just got here!” eji cried, begging geto to remove sukuna and save his hair.

barbersukuna who gets a bit irritated everytime eji or armin have a kid in their chair. the appointment can either go very well, with the child behaving and sitting still, or it can go horrible, with the kid doing anything other than that.

barbersukuna who liked all his clients to be relaxed and able to sit still through a haircut. he would make small talk here and there, but he often was just quiet and let the rest of the shop hold conversations as he made grunts of approval or disapproval.

barbersukuna who specialized in fades, and was the go to for clean and crisp cuts with the utmost precision.

barbersukuna who would hold his breath in suspense whenever sero’s son would wander around the shop and come anywhere close to his station.

barbersukuna who regretted telling armin he would cover his clients for the day when the blond suddenly gets sick from food poisoning, and sees you and your six year old son walk in, asking for armin.

“all armin’s appointments gotta be rescheduled for the day, but if it’s urgent sukuna can take you.” sero points his thumb back to the pink haired man, who was fiddling with his comb in annoyance.

he had seen your son before in armin’s chair. he was squeamish, often playing a “stop, go” game with armin when cutting his hair. a simple high bald fade haircut that should take no more than fifteen minutes, stretched to nearly forty-five because your son had the fidgets.

“he really can’t come in? is the other guy here then…the red one?” you ask sero, a worriedsome look on your face. you had been working double shifts all week and it had slipped your mind friday (the next day) was your son’s school picture day. you had made the appointment last night with armin, begging him to take your son last minute. your son was one of armin’s favorites, so he accepted you with no problem.

the raven haired man clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “sorry, love. both of them out sick. the next best for lil’ man would be connie but…” sero turned around from the desk to check connie, who was having a very heated conversation with his girlfriend over the phone. he was speaking spanish, and unfortunately sero heard and knew all of what he was saying.and it wasn’t pretty. “he’s caught up right now.”

you were chewing on your bottom lip, looking down at your son who was sitting on the sectional. he was playing around with an action figure, unaware of your dilemma.

“sukuna is good, (y/n). armin can vouch for him.” sero reassured you.

“s’not like i doubt his capabilities,” you said, looking at sukuna to see him sitting in his chair, scrolling through his phone. “i just don’t trust miles to sit still. armin has a good amount of patience with him.”

and sero completely understood. you had more than enough faith that sukuna could cut hair, you just wanted to make sure he was comfortable with the fact your son would be a handful.

most barbers couldn’t last past ten minutes, so it was a hassle to find armin, who was the best when dealing with miles.

“kuna has patience.” sero lied. he honestly could’ve just stopped helping you, but you were a regular and one of the shop’s favorites. he wouldn’t just give up. frankly, had he not have someone coming in right now he would’ve cut your son’s hair.

“yeah, okay fine. i’m already here and i have no other option. i’ll just tip him extra for the inconvenience.” you shook off your nerves and flashed deep a smile.

“great. sukuna! c’mere!” sero called out. when sukuna came, he gave you a quick glance before looking behind you to your son.

“this miles?” his voice was gravelly, deep. he spoke like he was uninterested, nodding to the direction of your son.

“yeah. i’m his mom, (y/n).” you extended your hand to him, which he shook with a curt nod. he made note of how soft your hands were, and how it was comfortable to hold. as quick as that note was made, he dropped your hand and turned to walk back to his station, gesturing for you to follow him. you got your son off the couch and you two followed sukuna.

“where’s armin?” miles asked sukuna as he crawled in his chair, sitting on the cushion to make him taller.

“he’s sick, baby. but he left sukuna to take good care of you, ‘kay?” you smiled at him, hoping he could understand and not be too effected by the switch in barbers.

“can we still play ‘stop, go’?” he looked back at sukuna. sukuna glanced down at you, looking to you for help. but you were looking at him too, silently pleading he doesn’t ask you to tell your son no.

sukuna had planned to not play the game. he just managed to make a plan that’s fits in all of his and armin’s clients, while still giving him the right amount of break time. he figured you would have rescheduled once hearing armin was out.

but you know the game was the only way miles could sit still. you had forgotten his ipad because you were coming straight from getting him from school, having no time to bring the backup distractions. the action figure wasn’t enough.

“m’not good at games.” he said to miles, who didn’t say anything after sukuna’a rejection. sukuna noticed a pout was now on your brown glossed lips, and he tsked before looking away. you pouting was stirring something within him.

“mommy i want arminn.” your son started to get fussy, his legs shaking and fingers tapping the arms of the seat. if his feet could touch the ground, your sure he’d be spinning around in the chair.

barbersukuna who for the life of him, will do anything if your son could just keep his head still. miles had started to whine and even slide on the chair every time sukuna touched his shoulder, or brought clippers to his hair.

barbersukuna who finally gets your son to cooperate ten minutes later after bribing him with candy, just for the six year old to yell “mommy! i gotta pee!”

barbersukuna let’s out a tiresome sigh as he helps miles down to go to the bathroom. he pulls his phone from out his apron and sends his client a text to come thirty minutes later than his appointment time.

“i’m really sorry about this, i can tell from the times i’ve watched you before you have a very…specific clientele. miles just,” you looked back to the bathroom to see your son hasn’t come out yet, “he just takes a little while to adjust to changes, s’all. armin had made up the game to help him redirect the energy.”

barbersukuna who sees the fatigue in your eyes when you look back at him. you also had bags, your hair was a messy puff of coils with flyaways sticking out. you were wearing a pencil skirt and blouse with black flats. you had to have just been coming from work. he also noted your son was in his school uniform, so you clearly never went home to take a break and change you two out of the day’s clothes.

barbersukuna thinks about how tired you must be from working. he doesn’t know what you do, but he can imagine not getting a break between work mode and mom mode has overwhelmed you.

barbersukuna who shrugs off your apology with a wave, “kids’re kids. s’not bothering me, hun.” the pet name was deliberate. he realized he had come off a tad bit…cold towards you guys. he was used to clients being silent and much older, so miles’ energy was rather new to him. he felt the tip of his ears burn as you put your hand on his forearm, smiling and thanking him for his patience.

when miles came back out, he sat back in his chair but was more to himself. he had his arms crossed and looking at his mom, who was trying to make him to crack a smile by making funny faces as him.

from the corner of his eye, sukuna could see you stick out your tongue and cross your eyes, your funny face getting miles to giggle.

“mama,” miles called out to you suddenly, getting you to stop. “i got a snack for you from school.” he pointed to his black spider-man (miles morales’ spider-man) backpack at your feet. “wendy b. brought cookies for her birthday. i saw the sugar ones you like.”

you held a hand to your heart, looking at your angel of a child. it was heartwarming that he thought of you. so much so that it even touched sukuna.

you reached into the bag to pull out the blast ix bag of treats, two sugar cookies amongst a snickerdoodle and chocolate chip. “oh my goodness! look at these cookies!” you looked over at his smiling and giggling face.

the cookie was soft, it looked to be the consistency you like of hard on the outside but soft on the inside. when you bit into it, your eyebrows raised in surprise. “oh my gosh, this is really good.”

sukuna looked over at you to see you tearing up the homemade cookie. “mm thank you miles. mommy didn’t have time to eat her lunch so this hit the spot.”

from across the room in his chair, connie couldn’t help but perk up as an impulsive thought came to his mind, “yo (y/n),” you looked over at him. his call to you also got the eyes of sukuna, who was trying to get miles to hold his head up. he looked at connie through his mirror.

“y’know kuna is a real stickler when it comes to baked goods. especially sugar cookies, his all time favorite.” he winked at sukuna, who felt that burning feeling in his ears travel down to his cheeks.

he had noticed the way sukuna was looking at you. he had never seen him look at someone that way before and was dying to know if sukuna had an inner dog in him.

“mom give him the other one.” miles directed you before you could speak. connie’s tongue poked out from between his teeth, silently chuckling to himself. he wanted to catch sukuna off guard and make him flustered. a shy sukuna was a rare sighting, and connie felt like seeing if today he’d get lucky.

“feed to em, so he doesn’t stop lil’ man’s cut.” connie suggested, nodding to the way miles had stopped moving once he was focusing on sukuna eating the cookie.

“yeah mommy do it.” miles cheered, swinging his feet in excitement.

“ya don’t have to do that.” sukuna reassured you.

“oh come on, kuna. didn’t you say the best time to eat a cookie is as close to the baked time as possible?” connie continued to push, getting sukuna to narrow his eyes. from the hair washing station, sero couldn’t help but snicker at the situation.

you cleared your throat, “uh i’m good with whatever you want. miles seems to be still so…” you didn’t know what to say. you were getting hot and felt the air become thick.

you had always thought the barbers in this shop were a good set of lookers—some batting from a pretty scale, like armin, to a charming scale like sero, and a mysterious scale like sukuna.

but there was something about sukuna that had him at the top of your list.

sukuna looked down at miles, who was looking up at him with big eyes, “if i eat this cookie and promise to play stop and go w’chu…will you sit still so i can get your hair right?”

his change of heart had come from watching you interact with your son, and the fact he was starting to take an interest in you. you were beautiful, kind, and considerate. you had a sweetness to you that drew him in. he knew he needed to get in contact with you after this. he just knew it.

at the mention of the game, miles’ eyes widened. “really?” he couldn’t believe it. he looked at you to see you were also surprised.

“yeah. but you gotta sit still so that mommy can feed me, okay?” sukuna looked at you with a smile, one that was sly but also endearing.

from across the room, connie turned away from the scene, upset he did not achieve his goal of getting sukuna flustered, and instead managed to help him out in securing a potential date with you.

miles agreed without hesitation, smiling and sitting still as possible with his hands in his lap, under the gown sukuna had over him. “mommy, you ready?” sukuna spoke softly to you, his words creating a shiver to roll down your spine.

“mhm.” you just barely made the sound, smiling nervously as you reached in the bag for the second sugar cookie.

“tell me when to go miles” sukuna said, pretending to get warmed up for the game. he jogged in place, pumping his arms up to ‘feel the burn’. his antics were amusing, and while miles cracked up, you felt your heart swell a bit.

“go!” your son’s scream snapped you out your thoughts, and you instantly brought the cookie to sukuna’a mouth. you held your other hand under it to catch any fallen crumbs.

barbersukuna who takes a small bite from the cookie, smiling as he also starts working on the left side of miles’ head. he had just finished the back before deciding to play the game.

“stop!” miles called out after thirty seconds, giggling as sukuna quickly played it off like he was just checking the time.

“that cookie is good.” he said to you, breaking out into a laugh same time as you. you nodded in agreement.

“okay go!” miles called out, excitement in his eyes as he watched sukuna go back to his hair, while also eating more of the cookie from you.

barbersukuna who texts his next client that he’ll have to reschedule with the haircut but that it will be free of charge due to the sudden inconvenience.

barbersukuna who spends forty five minutes playing “stop, go” with your son while cutting his hair, and understanding why armin takes his time with you two.

#🌞🍃spliffymae #jjk⋞〈⏣》⋟#jjk x black reader #anime x black!reader #sukuna x black reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x black y/n #sukuna x reader #fluff

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J. Hughes - It’s Out There

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Jack Hughes x Reader

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Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: a bit of ass grabbing💕, talk of ED, general angst (not proofread)

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The horror stories weren’t exactly true, but they also weren’t far off. College is what one makes of it. That I learned early on. I kept up with the work, I built a steady routine, I put forth my best effort. Things so far had been fine. I had enough time for my major and my life.

Taylor on the other hand.. she wanted to party. I loved her. I truly did, but sometimes her complaining stressed me out. We were roommates, and I always offered my best advice and a helping hand when she needed it. But she never put forth her own effort. Jack often heard about her when I needed time to complain.

Today though, I had gotten her to sit down with me and study. I promised breaks here and there, and even a late dinner. We’d both missed out on lunch for finals, neither of us were exactly hungry considering the stress. We were in need of food. But more importantly, we were in need of better help.

I managed well with our other classes we had together. I let her copy my notes and we discussed and reviewed, but when it came to math, we were both scattered.

So we decided to take a brief break.

I leaned back against the wall, sitting on my bed, while Taylor mirrored me from her own bed. I texted Jack, while she no doubt scrolled through social media.

I enjoyed the silence. Not interrupted or broken by anything but the quiet flow of air through the AC in the room. Occasionally Taylor would send me something on Instagram, and our silence shifted into both of us scrolling through our social media apps and sending each other things.

I sent her a video of a French bulldog, I received a post in return that I couldn’t quite make out from the small notification. So I opened it.

“Jack Hughes Finally Off The Market?”

It wasn’t anything more than one of those meme pages, but the photo of Jack and I kissing at his favorite cafe in the city- that was what caught me off guard. I felt my stomach turn, my entire being feeling like it fell through the floor.

It had been pitch black that night. Nobody had even been on that street when we came out. How did somebody get a photo?

“Tay,” I glanced at the likes. There were enough to make me nauseous. I decided to check the comments, hopeful that perhaps somebody would point out how it was a joke. I knew that was unlikely though.

“Where’d you find this?” Fear gripped my heart as I read through comments.

‘Can’t see her face :|’

‘Great content bud’

‘Fuck her’

‘Don’t worry guys, it’s me’

‘Hands couldn’t even fit around that ass’

‘I’ll bet she’s pretty’

A different degree of reactions all around. My gaze remained on some longer than others.

“Just on Instagram. Since you started dating Jack I just.. I don’t know, guess I started keeping up with the hockey stuff.”

Taylor looked up at me, and I looked up at her. I was pale, she looked careless.

“Hun.. I wouldn’t worry. It’s a meme page. Nobody takes their stuff seriously.”

Taylor had a point, but at the end of the day.. that was still a photo of me and Jack. Whether people believed it or not, to me, that was very clearly, me and Jack.

“Why don’t we skip the next break and get back to studying.. okay?”

I was reluctant to agree, but Taylor eventually pried my attention away from my phone. Or at least she thought she did.

The rest of our night was spent studying. We had gone out to grab something to eat from the nearest fast food place, and ate together watching the hockey team of my hometown city play. The Devils didn’t have a game scheduled for a few days, so I took it as an opportunity to check up on my other team of interest.

After the hockey game, we had both called it a night. With the lights out, and the only sound being the occasional thump of footsteps or somebody in a room around us, my mind wandered. It wandered to the point that I had grabbed my phone again to check for any news.

Nothing.

The internet still seemed oblivious.

I went back to the post to look at it. There were more comments and likes, but nobody had considered it a real possibility yet.

I spent hours awake, staring at the screen, turning it off only to give in and turn it back on, waiting for my entire world to crumble around me.

I fell asleep somewhere around four am.

When I woke up, I forced myself away from my phone to focus on my last final. I told Jack that I would visit him after it was completed and I was off for spring break. I had that to look forward to, but every time I thought of Jack, I thought of that post. So I pushed it to the back of my mind as I entered my professor’s classroom and set my phone by others on the front desk.

I’d attest to the fact that my mind wandered a few times, but I would also say I thought the exam went well. Taylor promised to meet me in the mess hall when we were both done.

I stepped out of the classroom and flipped my phone in my hand. With spring break beginning officially for me, I only had one other thing to stress about.

Opening my Instagram was like stepping into a whole new world. I followed the Devils, the NHL page, ESPN, and a few others. Mostly just for news on Jack when it came out. But this time, the news about Jack made me sick.

I slowed to a halt in the hallway, before my body went into autopilot.

The first post in front of me was the New Jersey Devil holding a bottle of champagne in a photo. The caption was a mess of words in my head. A congratulations.. with my account tagged.

I forced myself to lower my phone as I jogged through the halls and out the first exit I found.

When I got outside, my pace slowed, and I lifted my phone again.

I opened the Devils story first. Another congratulations post to Jack.. and me. My name. Next to Jack’s. Something the media team was no doubt doing to try and poke fun at the situation. It was all in good fun for them. I could understand, but at the same time it made me want to throw up. They hadn’t even spoken to Jack or me. They didn’t even ask if we wanted to remain private. Instead they simply confirmed everything. As the story played through, the next one for the NHL opened. It was a repost, with a message that said, ‘welcome to the NHL WAGS FAM.’ With my account tagged.

I could not imagine the page doing it for another player, but this was Jack Hughes. This was one of their most followed guys in the league. They’d cover every moment of his life if it meant more money and a bigger following.

ESPN had a more formal address on the topic, but it was still about Jack and I nonetheless.

I blacked out. I blacked out so hard that I barely even noticed I was in my dorm until I heard the door click shut behind me. Panic was the only thing I had really felt before. Until I looked at the posts. The posts, then the comments.

There were a select few who congratulated, but the majority? The huge crowds? They hated me. It made a sense of dread bubble up in my throat, until a quiet cry escaped. Girls insulted me in every photo posted, guys asked why Jack went after me, some even said I was nothing but a distraction. People made fun of me for being a secret, they tore me down for not setting my life aside to follow him and his hockey dreams.

How did they even know about my life so quickly? How did they know where I went to college?

I made a split second decision. I grabbed a duffel bag from my closet and began to throw clothing inside. I was certain that I had forgotten things along the way, but there was nothing a quick visit to the convenience store couldn’t fix. I put my laptop in the bag, as well as various chargers I hadn’t bothered to ravel up.

I was panicked, and the one person I wanted to see was an hour away. Taylor called me a few times while my phone laid on my bed, but I hadn’t called her back until I was out of my dorm room and headed for the car.

“Hey! We were supposed to meet up.” Taylor’s voice called through the phone. I sniffed quietly. I hadn’t begun crying yet, but my nose was running nonetheless.

“I have to go into New Jersey early.” I spoke through a shaky voice. I tossed my bag into the back seat of my car before climbing into the front. I was quick to turn the vehicle on, and Taylor’s voice cut out as my phone Bluetooth connected to the car.

“Is it bec- of that post?”

“Jack and I are out. All of the sports media has confirmed it. Tay, I don’t know what to do.” I backed out of my spot before I tore out of the parking lot.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m sure Jack will have it handled.”

“Jack?” I asked. Incredulous. “I love Jack, but I highly doubt he’ll have any of this shit handled.” He’d never been through it before. We were both amateurs at this, and now we were sinking together. I needed him. I assumed he needed me.

“Okay well.. I’m sure everybody’s happy for you guys.. yeah?”

“No! No, they’re not! They keep commenting on how shitty I am! And in that post last night, everybody was all over my ass! My ass!” My loss and hopelessness caused me to get choked up.

I’d always had a rough relationship with food ever since I was a teenager. People told me I was too skinny or too big. People told me that being insecure because I was skinny didn’t count. They invalidated my feelings while at the same time telling me my ass wasn’t big enough, or my cup size was awfully small. Then others would come back and say my ass was too big or my boobs might be distracting.

Depending on the comments, some days I ate, others I did not.

When I met Jack, I was healthier than before, but I still struggled. He always reassured me. Told me I was beautiful. That he loved me, thought I was perfect, and that gaining or losing a couple pounds meant nothing as long as I was healthy.

He made me feel safe eating huge greasy burgers and shoveling cake into my mouth on a Friday movie night. Likewise, he validated my feelings when all I wanted was a chicken salad and maybe a piece of bread or two. He always said, ‘as long as you’re healthy.’ And every once in a while he made sure I wasn’t hungry either. Especially after I ate salads. After he’d seen me put away pretty nice sized meals, he always made sure I had enough to eat. And that I was comfort able enough to eat.

It was amazing how a few social media comments could tear down so many walls I’d built, but it was deeper than that to me. These were Jack’s fans. If they didn’t like me, then why should he? Had he been lying to me all this time?

“Your beautiful ass?” Taylor tried to make a joke. A tear finally fell down my cheek.

“What if Jack hates me?” My bottom lip quivered. “He hasn’t reached out.. what if he’s breaking up with me?” The mere thought made me want to pull over and turn around.

“What is he doing today?” Taylor asked expectantly. I had to think about it.

“Media stuff?” The thought brought a moment of relief to my lungs.

“Exactly. You’ve had days before where he doesn’t text until late in the evening and it’s never bothered you.” Taylor’s voice gave me the encouragement to continue on.

“I know this didn’t happen in time like you guys planned it, but it’s all going to be fine. The crazy fan girls will always be mean, but people are going to get over it.”

“Yeah.. but what if they hate me forever?”

“They might. But oh well, right?”

Taylor was right. But that still didn’t make me feel any better. I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“When does Jack get home?”

“I think.. I don’t know? Maybe around three?” I breathed out a sigh.

“So you’ll be there before him?”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you go see him at the arena?”

“And bother him? After all this?”

“If it’s a media day, you know he won’t be that busy. And it’s better than torturing yourself at his place for hours.”

She was right.

“I’ll have to think about it..”

“Don’t think too much.”

As if I hadn’t been overthinking everything that day already. Our conversation ended with mutual good lucks, and the familiar monotone beep of a dead line. I sighed, wiped the tears from my cheeks, and focused on the road ahead.

My hour in the car was spent flipping through radio stations, trying to find music that was loud enough to distract me or soft enough to calm me. Nothing worked. My jaw was clenched most if not the entire time. My face hurt. My cheeks hurt. My fingers felt stiff every time I pulled a hand from the wheel.

And entering Jersey didn’t help. It felt like a smack upside the head. A loud call back to my horrible reality. I felt like everybody outside the car was staring in. Everybody knew who I was. Everybody hated me. They were all looking at my body.

By the time I had pulled into Jack’s own apartment community, I felt like I was suffocating trying to choke back tears. I parked in the lot outside of his complex. I gave it five minutes. Then another five. Then another five.

I grabbed my phone and opened TikTok this time. I typed Jack’s name into the search and hit enter. The first video eased my mind. Somebody saying how beautiful I was.. how happy they were for Jack.

The next broke my heart. Comparing me to the first girl. To the hot girl. The skinny girl. The perfect girl. I’d seen videos here and there before of people saying how they thought Jack and his ex had been such a beautiful couple. People said they ‘missed’ her. Like they ‘knew’ her. I never let it cut too deep, because they didn’t know I existed.

Now it was blatant. Now they said things like that, because she was better than me.

I put my car in reverse.

Taylor was right. I’d torture myself if I didn’t see Jack.

Closing the distance between myself and the arena was like beating a new nail into my coffin with each mile. It only stressed me out more. But I hoped Jack would take it all off my shoulders. If he had time.

The thought that he’d be too busy also occurred to me, but even being in the same building as him, I decided, would be soothing.

I had pulled into the private parking area before climbing out of my car. My face was red, but I had since stopped the tears. My heart was set on Jack. Nothing else could distract me.

I walked through the double doors at the bottom, stepping right into one of the many entrances. I was quick to find the hall that led to the private facilities. I walked past maintenance closets, and equipment rooms, before my swift pace was brought to an abrupt halt by a body stepping out of the lounge.

I gasped. He grabbed me by the shoulders. When I looked up, my eyes caught Jesper. His gaze softened from surprise to sympathy. We stared at each other, both uncertain of what to say. He spoke first.

“Jack was worried when you didn’t text him that your final was over.” He spoke, as if having an ‘A-ha’ moment. He let me go. I reached to rub my eyes again, fearful that something was still there.

“He didn’t text me all day.” I countered.

“Well.. he didn’t want to distract you. They won’t stop asking him about you.” My brow furrowed in question.

“He’s in with reporters right now.” Jesper gestured down the hall. I assumed he meant Jack was in the locker room. “They won’t let you go.” Tears welled up in my eyes again.

“We can wait for him together?” I nodded.

Jesper walked me into the lounge and grabbed me a bottle of water.

“I was shocked when it came out.. I know you and Jack were trying really hard not to be public.” Jesper sat down on the couch, and patted the empty cushion next to him. I sat beside him as he handed me the bottle of water.

“I shouldn’t have kissed him that night we went out.” I breathed out, shaking my head. I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of the liquid. It helped refresh my dry throat.

“Can’t limit your happiness to closed doors.” Jesper had a point, but if I had limited my happiness to closed doors, I wouldn’t be miserable right now.

“Bratter?” My head shot in the direction of the door at the sound of a Swiss accent. I raised a brow at Nico in the doorway, dressed in a sweater covered in a colorful floral pattern. Nico looked right back at me, staring me down with that, ‘stays between us’ kind of expression.

“What the hell are they making you do in there?” Jesper asked, slinging an arm over the back of the couch.

“Some spring skit.. I don’t know. I acted really bad so they wouldn’t use me for it.” Nico quickly peeled the sweater off. “Your turn.” He stepped into the room and tossed the sweater at Jesper.

The blonde looked rather displeased, but he swiftly grabbed the sweater and stood up.

“You sit with her and wait for Jack then.. okay?” Nico and Jesper exchanged looks before the Swiss man nodded, then the Swede left the room.

“So,” Nico turned back to me. He fixed his hair, pursing his lips. “Jack’s pretty tense.” He plopped down on the couch next to me, my body jolting slightly at the way the sofa bounced. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit, Nico.” I glared at him. He was trying his best.

“Right… everything’ll iron out.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “You wanna play chess while we wait?” I glared at him once again. How could a man so thoughtful like Nico be so… lost when it came to this stuff? Because he’s been single for far too long. Jack always tried setting him up, but Nico was never interested. Said there were too many cultural differences.

“I have air hockey on here too.” He gave me that dumb lopsided smile. That smile that I always rolled my eyes at. Now I just wanted to wipe it off his face and tell him he was no help. But I gave in. I needed a distraction. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and turned my body to face Nico. He opened the game and set his phone down between us.

He started the game. I was better than him at it.

“People being mean to you?”

“You have no idea.”

“I checked some of the comments on the Devils post.” I glanced up at him before looking back down at the phone.

“It’s not good.” I shrugged.

“People make fun of my eyebrows sometimes.” I looked back up at him. Nico looked sincere, yet his eyes were still focused on the phone. I had to look back down. If he scored, it would only interrupt the flow of our conversation.

“Kids used to do it a lot in school. I used to ask my sister to fix them for me.” Somehow, the idea of a tiny Nico asking to have his brows waxed was amusing, but I held in my laughter for the sake of his ego. “Kids called me angry birds. I didn’t know what it meant for the longest time. But I knew I just hated my eyebrows.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but it felt great to be understood nonetheless.

“Now everybody’s calling you a bunch of things, and I know it’s hard. But I’d suggest listening to what the people who love you say. They know better than anybody else.”

I scored on Nico. We both looked up at each other, and I offered him a sad smile.

“Means the world to hear, Nic. Sorry for calling you the Eagle from the muppets.”

His brows knit together in confusion. But I didn’t have time to explain the subtle joke before we both heard quiet complaining in the hall. Jack’s ever gentle voice laced with tension and stress. Maybe even shaking.

“Where’s Nico?”

“God- I just wanna talk to Nico!”

I quickly stood up and took the bottle of water with me as I stepped out into the hall. Jack was gone. My gaze flickered about until he emerged from a room, he must have been on a pretty aggressive hunt for his captain. Jack stopped though when he spotted me. The emotions returned. He looked as stressed as I’d felt before. Now I only felt overwhelmed and sad.

“Babe?” Jack slowly made his way down the hall to meet me by the lounge door. He was gentle when he pulled me into a hug, dipping his head to rest against my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around his neck, careful not to spill my water.

“It’s all gone to shit.” I whispered.

“I’m so sorry..” Jack mumbled in response. Neither of us could have been prepared for this. And it wasn’t either of our faults.

“Jack don’t apologize.” I pulled back, feeling the familiar sting of tears in my eyes.

“I’m done for the day.. I got done early. Let’s just go home.. please.” He sounded as desperate to get out of there as I was to get to him. I nodded.

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Jack drove us back to his apartment. I didn’t care enough about my car to be away from him for too long, but I had grabbed my bag. He let me inside before himself, but we never left each other’s eyesight. The second Jack pushed the door shut, his arms were around me. I reached a hand up to hold the back of his head, my other hand resting overtop of his own that lay on my stomach.

“They asked me so many things about you.” Jack mumbled.

“Jack.. baby.. you don’t think..” was now even the time to bring it up? I sighed. “I’m not too big for you.. am I? Or too small? Or too anything?”

Jack pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“You’re just right. You always have been. Always will be.” He slowly pulled away to walk around in front of me. “Are they saying stuff about your body?” He looked so disgusted by the fact, but Jack was more worldly innocent than one might assume. He never wanted to expect the worst from others.

“I guess so..” I shrugged, rubbing one of my arms. My body language said enough. He could always tell when I was uncomfortable.

“You shouldn’t look.” Jack reached out to rest his hands on my upper arms.

“I know that, Jack. I just- I guess I just wanted them to like me.” I looked down.

“Hey, hey.” Jack moved one of his hands to rest his fingers beneath my chin, tilting my head up. “They will. They’re gonna love you.” His brow furrowed as his eyes searched for my own. But I still couldn’t be bothered to make eye contact. “Babe.. babe look at me.” He wasn’t demanding. He was gentle. Encouraging. He was always so kind to me. Even his behavior in this moment brought tears to my eyes. I looked at him though, and I watched his heart break in slow motion. I watched his eyes grow solemn.

“It’ll just take time. Just give it time.” Jack pulled me into another hug, his arms wrapped tightly around my body as one hand laid between my shoulder blades and the other pressed into the small of my back. I buried my face in his chest. I wanted nothing more than to go back to the day before, when nobody knew about me. When I was just me.. just a university student.

“Jack,” I whispered into his chest. I slowly lifted my head. He looked down at me. His expression showed nothing but devotion. He was ready to pull the stars from the sky if I said the word. “We’ll be with each other through this.. right?”

“Stay with me through spring break…” the offer was a surprise, but one I wasn’t opposed to. We both needed each other, and time away from my college campus was never a bad thing.

“I think I can do that.” I sniffled as I slipped my hands between our bodies, resting them on his chest. Being in his arms was the most comforting thing in the world. Going through this whole ordeal seemed a lot less stressful when I knew it would be spent with him.

“I love you.” Jack whispered, a grin forming on his lips as his hands wandered to my hips, only to eventually find my backside. I jumped at the feeling. “I want you to love yourself too. Please don’t let people convince you you’re not perfect.” Jack’s words were easier said than done.

“I wish you’d just see yourself the way I saw you.. god you’re such an Angel to me.” He pressed a kiss to my head. My heart fluttered as my temperature rose. “They’ll see you that way one day too.” Those promises were debatable, but believing them made me relax. Maybe if I just lived in Jack’s world for a little while.. his positive reality, it would be better in the long run.

Despite the fact that we still had hours left in the day, neither of us seemed too interested in going anywhere or doing anything. Jack and I ended up in bed together. We both had the bare minimum on.. bodies mark-less but heads full of love. I could still feel Jack’s lips pressed against each of my insecurities, and his hands massaging circles into my muscles. Likewise I swore I could still feel his skin beneath my hands. His silky hair between my fingers. Every dip and curve of his muscles committed to memory.

Jack kept me away from my phone in the most effective way.

Moments ago, lips had trailed my shoulders and my arms, down my chest and around my stomach and sides. He’d put the work in on my thighs too, so gentle and sweet. He never left a mark. It wasn’t that kind of night. His kisses were passionate, but not lustful. He was so full of love.. so heartfelt in each of his movements. Jack was one of a kind.

I laid, curled into his side, my head resting in the space between his arm and his chest, just beneath his shoulder.

“Ya know.. I saw a girl today say she missed your ex.” I spoke quietly, afraid to disturb the peace. But it was on my mind nonetheless.

Jack tensed. He shuffled, then picked his head up to look down at me.

“I don’t.” He scoffed. “She was horrible.”

I turned my head to look at him, but Jack rested his head against the pillow again before I could see his eyes.

“What was she like?”

“Nothing like you. She came around at a busy time.. right after the draft. I was too distracted to really pay attention to all the red flags. She was mean.”

“Does it bother you when people say they miss her?”

“It would if there was something to miss.” Jack moved his shoulders to shrug before halting when he realized my head was there. “It would be a different story If it was you.”

“What?”

“If it was you.. I’d miss you too. I was so worried you’d back out when you saw everything today. I didn’t want to lose you.. but by the time I could speak to anybody, our whole social team just put it out there.” Jack slowly turned onto his side, my head fell to the bed. He wrapped his arm around me and I quickly turned to mirror him.

“I would never leave over something like this. You mean too much to me.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” The sound of my phone ringing from the floor had me slowly turning to get up, but I only got my back turned to Jack before he pulled me against his chest. I yelped out a laugh.

“Jack.” I reached to pry his hand from my stomach.

“No phones.. please?” I sighed. The chances of somebody actually needing me were slim, so I let the call go unanswered.

“Alright. You win baby.” I carefully rolled over, pulling his hand from my body and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Jack smiled. He loved a lot of things, but being pampered was one of his favorites. I pressed another kiss to the back of his hand, then one to his wrist, before playfully biting and kissing all the way up his arm. Kissing him everywhere just like he’d done to me before. Jack broke into a fit of giggles by the time I reached his forearm. After I got to his shoulder, I raised my lips to his own, pressing a much deeper kiss there to silence him.

When I pulled away, Jack’s baby blues eyed me. I kissed his jaw. “God.. they’re gonna love you so much.” He whispered, shaking his head. Astounded.

“They just don’t know you yet.. but they will.”

“As long as they don’t love me more than you do.”

“Nobody can love you more than I do.”

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corysfavoritetoenail · 1 month

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sfw/nsfw klaus mikaelson headcanons

(keep in mind i had a feminine reader in mind but no gender was specified until the nsfw)

tw: (sfw)mentions stalking(briefly no yandere shit), (nsfw)reader is called a good girl, has breast and a vagina.

sfw

°even before you got to know the soft side of klaus he’d constantly try to flirt with you

°when he realized flirting wasn’t helping he stopped a decided to play the nice guy approach(meaning constantly spoiling you with his riches)

°he’d buy you pretty dresses, jewelry, flowers, food

°klaus loves stalking, whether it be a girl he’s into or his enemies, he likes knowing what your up to but elijah raised him to be(somewhat) respectful

°he only watches over you when you leave your house to make sure you make it back safely

°one day you left your house to go meet with bonnie and elena at the grill and a stray tuxedo cat approached you. klaus watched as you awed and adored the cat softly petting its fur. he saw how sad you looked when you had to leave the cat to deal with a vampire emergency that had nothing to do with you.

°the next morning you heard a knock at the door but when you checked outside there was nobody but that same tuxedo cat with a pretty pink bow around her neck and a note that read “please adopt me”. although it did feel weird you shrugged it off welcoming your new furry companion.

°you never knew who was sending you these gifts until you received an invitation to the mikaelson ball with writing on the back asking you to save klaus a dance, along with a pretty blue gown and gloves.

°you decided to go to confront him, he’s been sending you expensive gifts for a while and he’s also been harrasing and almost killing your friends for a while

°the moment you step into the lockwood mansion and lock eyes with him it seemed different than the other times you looked at him. maybe it was the suit, or the slicked back hair, or the fact that the chandelier lighting was making his eyes look soft and beautiful.

°you were baffled when you confronted him.

“why have you been sending me anonymous gifts for weeks?”

“because you’re as gorgeous as a queen and deserve to be spoiled as such. but if it bothers you i will stop.”

°that was the moment your perspective of klaus changed. you guys began going on walks together and having deep conversations and you slowly started falling for klaus.

°he continued to send you gifts and it made you feel bad that you haven’t gotten him anything. so you saved up all your checks you’ve received from working at mystic grill and bought klaus a small silver necklace with a wolf charm attached to it.

°once you gifted to him he cried(jk he cried on the inside) but seriously he deeply appreciated it although he kindly lectured you about spending your hard earned money on him.

°he was so touched and when you explained to him it was to repay him for all the gifts you’ve received from him he was assured you were the one for him. and asked you out right on the spot.

°since that day you guys have been inseparable.

now onto the spicy shit

°klaus is a giver and a damn good one

°gives you the best sex, the best head, the best orgasms, while still giving you an emotional connection

°this man is a god at dirty talk and foreplay no one can tell me otherwise

“ssh love i know it’s a lot, but i know my good girl can take it”

“just like that -fuck- keep going princess”

“mm baby you sound so angelic”

°this man will give you head at any moment! but for his sake demand that shit. nothing gets this man harder than you bossing him around and putting his face where you need him the most!

°being one of the eldest vampires this man has lots of experience, even as a mortal he had game

°he’s always willing to try any position that’ll make you happy but he loves missionary.

°he loves watching the different faces you make as you moan, he loves watching your eyes roll back and you mouth hang open, the feeling of your thigh trembling, your gentle pushes on his pelvis when it’s too much

°loves scattering marks all over you as much as he loves drinking blood

°your neck, your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your arms, your breast, no where is safe from his mouth

°don’t be afraid to tell klaus exactly what you like or want he’s tried everything, he’d be excited if you come up with something new to him

°no threesomes! anything involving sharing you he cannot do. he’s a selfish man wants you all to himself. he doesn’t even like you going outside but he tolerates it because you’re always with him

°praise him! call him handsome, call him a good boy, tell him how good he’s making you feel.

°he’s not use to being praised and will melt in your arms but if he’s really worked up that day your praise will go straight to his head and you’ll receive a good vampire speed fuck.

°the first time you called him a good boy he came immediately. poor boy wasn’t used to the praise, just thinking about being your good boy made him hard all over again

°he definitely overworked you that night

°gives amazing aftercare, he feels bad everytime no matter if it’s a quickie or if you’re making love because he’s bound to drill the shit out your pussy

°he plants kisses on your sore skin, if your really tired and can’t get up he’ll bring you water and clean you up before you sleep

°doesn’t fall asleep until you do, places a soft kiss to your forehead everytime before he eventually sleeps besides you.

(this is my first official post on tumblr, i still have to figure ts out lol. honest feedback is always welcomed! if you enjoyed this headcannon reblog please🙄. but i honestly think i’m officially retired from wattpad but im still trying to write and keep my creativity going. so any suggestions or prompts are appreciated.)

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carelisswriting · 1 year

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I wrote something based off a prompt by @epkot94 https://at.tumblr.com/epkot94/dp-x-dc-idea-time-so-eventually-danny-tells-jazz/8wbwdhtc71pm

I hope y’all like this, this is the first bit of my writing I’m posting on Tumblr! I also crossposted this on Ao3, which is https://archiveofourown.org/works/45308998

Btw, I adore @proshipper-on-ship and @kine-iende thinking of Dan calling Danny ‘Mom’, so that’s in here too!

EDIT: @lenacraft drew some amazing fan art of the Phantom royal family here! https://at.tumblr.com/lenacraft/im-still-trying-to-figure-out-how-i-wanna/u0n7lg2g8eo9

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Dan liked being one of the ‘good guys’, don’t get him wrong. He enjoyed saving people, and being seen as a superhero. What he didn’t like was being on a team.

Oh he could work with them just fine, but Ancients did they get on his nerves. Superman constantly checking in on him, Batman trying to figure out his identity (he didn’t have one in this universe anyway, take that asshole), Flash trying to befriend him. All in all, Dan was not a fan of his coworkers. (Ellie insisted that he secretly liked them, but she was wrong and also being very annoying about it.)

They were being particularly annoying today. Flash hadn’t stopped talking for the last 20 minutes. They were all in the main meeting room, for some sort of meeting. Honestly, Dan hadn’t been paying attention, so he had no clue why they were all here. Batman was droning on at the front of the room, something about a cult? Dan had no clue, and really didn’t care enough to listen.

He was idly tossing his thermos (which he still hadn’t told the Justice League the purpose of) back and forth when John Constantine burst into the room.

“We’ve got a problem.” He said, slightly out of breath.

Everyone had stopped talking when he burst in, turning to stare at the man. Batman sighed, before asking “What is it?”

Constantine came up to the table they were all sat around, setting down an ancient looking book across the table from Dan. He noticed that the title was in something similar to Ghostspeak. Interesting. He wasn’t gonna tell any of his coworkers about it, though. They all thought he was an alien, which technically he was, and it would be suspicious for him to know some random magical language, even vaguely.

“Someone is summoning powerful entities from a dimension parallel to ours, using this book.” Constantine said, gesturing to the book “I brought my copy, but I don’t know how to stop these beings.”

“Why?” Batman grunted out the question, already flipping through the old book.

Constantine sighed aggressively, pulling out a cigarette. He lit it, before answering sarcastically “I don’t know, maybe because they’re significantly more powerful than most beings from this dimension? Maybe because they have an insane set of abilities?”

Batman grunted in acknowledgement, turning back to the book.

A few moments passed, before everyone started talking, shouting questions over each other. Dan sighed. This was going to be a long day.

\(oo)/

A few hours passed, everyone still trying to figure out what the hell to do. Well, almost everyone. Dan had long since given up on planning, playing a game on his phone under the table. It wasn’t like anything could actually be a threat to him, and if it was? He’d just call Danny. He’d prefer if his coworkers figured something out, however, so he hadn’t bothered telling them about the fact that he could probably deal with whatever this was in a snap. If they still hadn’t figured anything out in the next hour, he’d deal with it.

Wonder Woman looked up from the book Constantine had summoned for her to read through, hoping it had answers.

“Where are these entities from? You didn’t say what dimension it was.” She asked.

Dan realized that no one had thought to ask that anytime in the last few hours. Seriously? He knew that most of his coworkers were stupid when it came to magic and stuff like it, but seriously? He slipped his phone back into his pocket, wanting to see where this was going.

Constantine glanced up from where he was studying a leatherbound tome. Dan couldn’t see what it was about from here, but he bet it was unhelpful, considering how much Constantine had been glaring at it over the last few minutes.

“The Infinite Realms. It’s an extremely dangerous dimension, home to the dead.” Constantine answered, his tone grim.

Dan couldn’t help it. He chuckled. His coworkers looked at him like he was insane, which only caused him to laugh harder. He bent over the table, laughing.

“Something funny, Phantom?” Batman asked, glaring at him.

(Dan had stolen Danny’s superhero name, it was his first anyway. And besides, everyone found it hilarious, including Danny.)

Dan theatrically wiped a tear from his eye before replying “Yeah, it’s so damn funny that he said that with a straight face. I mean, c’mon, ‘extremely dangerous’? Maybe if you’re an idiot.”

Superman raised an eyebrow at Dan, before exchanging a look with Batman.

“Have you been to these ‘Infinite Realms’?” Superman asked, voice calm.

Dan snorted “Yeah, of course. Ancients, if the problem’s just some guy summoning ghosts, I’m just gonna call my mom.” Dan could deal with it himself, but where was the fun in that?

He pulled out his phone again, dialing Danny’s number. The ‘mom’ thing had started as a joke, but honestly? It fit Danny so well, and Ellie already called him that, so why shouldn’t Dan?

“Why are you-“ Flash asked, before being cut off by Batman.

Batman glared at Dan “What are you doing.” He asked flatly.

Dan laughed, waiting for Danny to pick up.

“Calling my mom, duh.”

Batman gave an aggravated sigh, and went to speak.

Danny picked up, and Dan immediately started talking, cutting off whatever Batman was about to say.

“Hey, so, apparently some asshole is summoning ghosts and causing problems over here. Thought I’d have you deal with it.” Dan said, explaining quickly. The Justice League stared at him, shocked and very confused. Dan hadn’t told them anything about his family, so their reactions were pretty justified.

Danny sighed “Not even gonna say hello?”

Dan sarcastically cut him off “Hello!”

Danny sighed again, but Dan could tell he was amused. They shared a sense of humor, Ellie had the same one too. Perks of being a clone/evil future self and their original/past self (Their relationships were all kinds of funky, but it worked for them.)

“You said someone is summoning ghosts? I’ll be there in a sec.” Danny said, before hanging up.

Dan put his phone away, finally glancing at his coworkers. They all looked extremely confused, except Batman who was fuming, and Constantine who looked wary.

“Who was that?” Batman growled.

Dan looked at him, the picture of innocent confusion.

“I already told you, my mom. He’ll be here in a moment.”

Dan could see Flash mouthing ‘he?’ to himself a few seats away. Dan relished in the sense of confusion he was causing. It was extremely funny watching his coworkers flounder in the face of Dan’s sheer chaos.

Constantine took a moment to speak “I don’t think-“

He was cut off as a green portal opened up in the middle of the room, above the table. Everyone, excluding Dan, went still as it appeared.

“What the-“ Superman started to say, as Batman pulled out a weapon. They were both startled by a white and black blur flying out of the portal and attaching itself to Dan.

Dan was knocked out of his seat as Ellie bowled him over. He tumbled down to the floor, falling flat on his back. Ellie grinned at him, sitting on his chest.

“Got you!” she gleefully yelled out. Dan chuckled, gently shoving her off him. He sat up, and was greeted with his coworkers, who all looked ready for a fight. Their faces switched to confusion when Dan just blankly stared at them.

“What’s up?” He said, slightly sarcastically.

Ellie floated into the air, hanging upside down in front of Dan.

“Well, you were just tackled by someone they don’t know.” She pointed out, a grin on her face.

Dan sighed, gesturing to Ellie “Please meet my little sister, Ellie. She’s an annoyance.”

Ellie smacked him on the shoulder, before flipping around so that she was facing the Justice League, and also so that she was right side up.

“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet Dan’s friends!” She said, darting away when Dan attempted to hit her.

“They’re not my friends! We’re coworkers!” he shouted as she flew to the corner of the room, sticking her tongue out at him.

He sighed, before looking at his coworkers. Most of them were still stuck in a state of confusion, and Flash hesitantly asked “I thought your mom was coming?”

“Oh yeah.” Dan said, before yelling over to Ellie “Where the hell is Mom?”

Ellie floated closer “He was right behind me, so-“

The portal, which had slipped the Justice League’s minds when faced with the chaos that is Ellie, sparked as Danny stepped out, before it flickered out of existence.

Immediately, the aura of Danny’s power settled over the room. Being the King of the Infinite Realms afforded someone a lot of power, and death magic always affected people more than other magics. Also, the crown, ring, and cape made him look very intimidating. Combine that with his imposing stature (inherited from Jack) and he was downright terrifying. It was a comforting thing to Dan, who was used to Danny’s powerful presence. To the Justice League, however, it felt like the Grim Reaper himself had just come for the souls.

Danny looked around, spotting Ellie floating up above the table.

“Ellie, I told you not to scare them! We want to make a good impression.” He said, Ellie immediately darting down to stand next to him.

“Sorry Mom, I just wanted to say hi!” Ellie defended.

Danny sighed, ruffling her hair.

The Justice League looked so confused. Constantine looked like he was about to throw up.

“That’s… King Phantom.” Constantine said, shocked, before he scrambled to stand in front of the Justice League.

“We didn’t mean to offend, I swear-“ Constantine started, before Danny cut him off.

“Dude, it’s fine. I just came cause Dan asked.” Danny said with a chuckle, slightly uncomfortable. He had gotten better at the formalities that came with kingship, but he still wasn’t that comfortable when people begged for his mercy, understandably.

It seemed to hit everyone then. That this terrifying man, and king, was who Dan had been referring to when he said ‘Mom’.

While his coworkers processed his chaotic family, Dan floated over them to stand next to his mom.

Danny smiled, ruffling Dan’s hair. They were almost the same height now, so Danny didn’t even have to stretch to reach it.

“How have you been? I know we talk everyday, but it’s not the same as seeing you in person.” Danny said, a soft smile on his face.

“I’ve been fine, Mom. It’s nice, helping people.” Dan replied.

Danny beamed at him “I’m happy it’s working out!”

“Yeah, and you haven’t even tried to kill someone!” Ellie cut in, a smirk on her face.

Dan reached out automatically to swat at her, but she dodged.

The Justice League seemed to snap out of their shock.

They are started to talk at once, before Batman yelled “Quiet!” over top of the noise.

“I believe introductions are in order.” He said, before muttering under his breath “especially as they’re some sort of royalty.”

Dan hadn’t told them about his enhanced hearing, so Batman had no way of knowing that the three ghosts could hear him perfectly. Dan and Ellie shared a smirk at how done the man sounded with them.

Danny clapped his hands, startling some of Dan’s coworkers.

“Yes, you are correct! Danny Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, at your service!” Danny said cheerily.

Ellie spoke next “Ellie Phantom, Princess of the Infinite Realms.”

They both looked expectantly at Dan, who sighed.

“Dan Phantom, Prince of the Infinite Realms.”

Technically, he was also sort of the king, but it had been a different Infinite Realms that he conquered, so this one had decided he was a prince. He was fine with it, honestly being King sounded annoying.

Predictably, that led to another outcry from his coworkers. Constantine looked like he was having a mental breakdown.

When they had settled down, Superman asked “You’re a prince?”

Flash chimed in “Also, your superhero name is just your last name?”

“You’re the prince of the Infinite Realms. The place the entities are from?” Wonder Woman added.

Dan rolled his eyes at the questions, before looking at Danny pleadingly. Danny sighed, but answered the questions for him.

“Yes, we are the royal family of the Infinite Realms. And the beings there are called ‘ghosts’, by the way. Also, Flash, it was a superhero name before it was a last name.”

If anything, that answer made Flash even more confused.

Ellie stuck out her tongue at Dan “If you just told them about us, you wouldn’t have to deal with all these questions!” she sang out.

Dan groaned “Can you stop it for two seconds?”

“Nope!”

“I swear to the Ancients, I’m gonna-“

“Settle down, you two.” Danny cut in, stopping the argument.

Dan and Ellie gave him matching pouts. They loved arguing with each other over nothing, it was fun.

Danny sighed, before turning back to the Justice League.

“So, Dan said that you’ve got a ghost problem?”

Batman stepped forward.

“Yes. Someone is summoning ‘ghosts’ into our world and causing havoc. Constantine doesn’t know who, but they need to be stopped.”

Danny closed his eyes for a moment.

“Okay, got it. Some asshole in Central City.”

Constantine startled “How do you know where he is? I couldn’t find him, even with my most powerful tracking spells!” He shouted, before a look of immediate regret came over his face. He probably just remembered that he was yelling at a death god, or close to one.

Danny dropped his smile, his eyes going blank. His presence seemed to double, a crushing sense of doom coming over the room. Constantine realized just how much he screwed up.

“The Realms is connected to all, especially those who are going to die shortly.” He said, flatly.

Dan chuckled slightly at Danny’s scary act, sharing an eyeroll with Ellie. Danny tried so hard to be intimidating, and it never really worked.

(Meanwhile, the entire Justice League is trying not to faint. Constantine really needs a drink.)

Superman shook it off first, asking “Going to die shortly? Are you going to kill him?” his voice pitched down at the end, trying to sound threatening.

Danny laughed, the crushing aura receding “No, of course not!”

Superman nodded, relieved.

“I’m just not gonna stop the others from doing it!” Danny continued.

Immediately, the mood of the room plummeted.

“What do you mean?” Batman asked.

Danny gave them a sharp smile, Ellie and Dan mirroring it on either side.

“He is enslaving my people, Batman. I’m sure they’ll want justice for that.”

Danny turned, opening another portal above the table.

“I’ll go deal with the asshole. Ellie, Dan, let’s go.” Danny said, smiling at them.

Ellie patted Dan on the head, before darting through the portal.

Dan looked out at the Justice League.

“I’ll be back in a bit, don’t wait up.” He said. He was definitely going to take advantage of his family coming to visit him, he wanted to hang out with them a bit. Maybe show them Gotham? He knew Danny and Ellie would get a kick out of it.

With that, Dan walked into the portal.

Danny surveyed the Justice League for a moment.

“Thank you for helping Dan. Don’t be too annoying to him over all this, okay?” His words were light, but his tone was anything but.

Batman nodded seriously.

Danny smiled, stepping through the portal to go keep his kids from getting into too much trouble.

(Constantine looked seriously at Batman “Don’t call me for the next week, I need to get drunk. To deal with all…that.”)

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intoanotherworld23 · 10 months

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Supposed To Be Like This

Pairing: Reader x Javier Pena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this is passionate smut and sex, unprotected sex, p in v, swear words, verbal fighting

Summary: The only rule was to never catch any feelings for one another, but both of you break that rule

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"Can't you get it through your head I don't want you Y/N." His words like poison to your ears a lump forming in your throat. "I can't fucking stand you."

"I know that's not true." You bit back refusing to believe any words he told you. "You don't mean any of that."

"It is one hundred percent the truth." He spat as his blue eyes looked deep into yours.

"Stop playing these games and admit the real truth." Your voice well above a normal tone now as you felt yourself becoming more upset.

"I don't know what else I have to say to you." He rolled his eyes as he paced around throwing his hands up. "I don't fucking want to be with you."

"Don't believe you." Sniffling as you tried to stand your ground on his true feelings for you. "I know exactly how you feel about me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He scoffed in disbelief as he looked your figure up and down. "Do you hear yourself?"

"Do you hear yourself?" Repeating his question back to him making him quiet down his shoulders tensing.

"Can't you see I don't want to be with you Y/N." His tone hushed and calmer making your lower lip tremble.

"Stop lying to yourself Javi." Feeling a tear roll down your cheek his eyes watching the liquid fall to the ground. "You and I both know the truth."

"Your delusional." No matter how harsh his words were you weren't backing down on this matter.

His cheeks were starting to turn a shade of red, and you knew he was becoming overwhelmed. He never wanted to admit to himself that he was falling for his co worker and best friend. No matter how much his heart and mind were telling him to tell you the truth.

It was supposed to just be a short fling nothing serious. Next thing you know the two of you are around each other more than you expected. In fact the two of you depended on one another, and felt lost and empty when the other wasn't there.

The sex was absolutely mind blowing you could feel it all the way in your toes. There was never a moment when you two weren't trying to touch each other in some way. Sneaking off to empty rooms to have your way with each other.

Everyone at work was constantly questioning both of you, and were suspicious something more was going on. Of course both of you denied what everyone else was gossiping about. They even teased the two of you saying you were secret lovers.

Both of you standing there looking at each other silently pushing the other to talk. The only sounds that could be heard was his heavy breathing, and your heart pounding in your chest.

"This wasn't supposed to happen like this." He finally spoke as he sat down on the bed hands in his lap. "None of this was supposed to happen."

"You think I was prepared for any of this to happen?" Your question rhetorical as you stepped in front of him now. "But I can't hide it from you."

"We both agreed no feelings and no attachments." Reminding not only you but himself on the rules you set in place.

"I guess I broke the number one rule we made." Confessing to him feeling his hands moving up and down your hips. "You did too."

"We should have never done this." Grabbing one of your hands looking at your fingers as he softly kissed your knuckles. "But I don't regret any of it."

"I'm sorry cariño." He spoke as he lifted his head to look up at you hands grabbed your hips pulling your body towards him so you belly button was aligned with his nose. "I was being a dick."

"Yes you were." You agreed making him smile as you felt him press his forehead against your stomach holding you close. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?" He quizzically looked at you scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"For forcing you to confess your true feelings for me." Looking down ashamed not wanting him to see you tearing up again. "I was wrong for pushing you like that."

"No you weren't." His words surprised you as he looked at him his eyes glued to yours. "I needed you to push me."

"Do you hate me?" Timidly asking him as you felt the tears threatening to spill a look of panic washed over him seeing you become distraught.

"God no of course I don't hate you." A hand reached up to caress your cheek moving to your jaw cupping it in his hand leaning into his touch.

Staring down at him as you felt him pressing his lips to your stomach. Tangling your hands in his hair as he slowly lifted the sides of your shirt so he could feel your skin. A tingle running up your spine with such a soft touch.

Standing up his eyes locked on yours as he grabbed your hands in his. Turning you around so your back was facing the bed. Laying down so he was on top of you his mouth attaching to your lips.

His kisses were slow and sensual a passion surging through his body into yours. It felt like the world was slowly turning, and you never wanted it to end. The air was thick and heavy with lust.

Your hands wrapping around his back to be sure to keep him close to you. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt him gently grinding his front against yours. A whimper leaving your lips when you felt his hardening erection press into you.

"God I want you so badly sweetheart." Whispering in your ear as a hand reached to grab your thigh rubbing the skin up and down.

"Then take me." Looking directly into his eyes as your chest was heaving up and down already out of breathe.

"You drive me crazy." He mumbled he he sat up lifting his shirt off his body your eyes moving down his toned body.

Leaning on your elbows as you watched him pulling his pants off. Biting your lower lip as you felt a wet spot forming in your panties. Squeezing your thighs together trying to ease the pressure between your legs.

Lifting yourself up pulling your shirt off tossing it to the side. Reaching back. To unclasp your bra exposing your breasts the cold air hitting them your nipples becoming erect. His eyes roamed your figure up and down licking his lips as he did.

"You are so beautiful cariño." Shaking his head in disbelief that you were actually his.

"Oh shut up." You shook your head with a smile making him smirk at you.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman than you." His voice soothing every insecurity you've ever had knowing he wasn't lying when he said this.

Leaning forward his lips attached to your collarbones kissing the flesh making you lean your head back. Biting your bottom lip to the point you almost drew blood.

His kisses moved to your chest sucking on both nipples leaving behind a string of saliva. Swirling his tongue around the hardened nub until he softly bit down on it making you giggle as you swatted his shoulder.

Moving further down under the breast making you moan as you wrapped your hand around his neck. It was like he was paying attention to your body, and wanting to hit all your sweet and soft spots.

"Oh god Javi." Whispering as his kisses moved down to your stomach moving his tongue along your flesh.

“Say my name again cariño.” Loving the way his name dripped from your lips.

“Javi.” Saying his name much more sensually.

Looking up at you his hands gripped your shorts slowly pulling them down your legs. Spreading your legs apart he kissed the insides of your thighs getting closer to where you wanted him to touch you the most.

"Fuck you're dripping." He groaned as he looked between your legs to see exactly how wet you were for him.

Laying down fully on your back as he stripped you of your panties. Letting your senses take over you as he pressed a firm kiss against your folds.

A hand reaching down to grip his hair as he placed his tongue to your clit, and swirled it around making your hips jolt.

"Still so delicious for me." He growled as he spread your folds apart to get a closer look at you making your cheeks feel like they were on fire. "I have to have you now."

Sitting up on his knees he grabbed your ankles pulling them apart. Stroking his cock a few times maintaining eye contact with you the whole time watching as your body writhed on the bed silently begging him.

"Please fuck me Javier." Whining as you reached out to grab him a grin appearing on his face.

"I'm not just gonna fuck you." His tone soft and sensual as he rubbed your upper thighs. "I'm gonna make love to you."

Leaning forward grabbing the base of his cock rubbing it up and down your soaked entrance. Mouth hanging open as he watched you grind your hips up and down motivating him to push in.

"Fuuuck me." Moaning as he slowly pressed all the way inside of you breathing heavily as you adjusted around him.

"Know how to take me so well sweetheart." His eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort, and he found none. "God you feel so good."

"Move Javi please." Hearing the use of his call sign has him rutting his hips back, and pushing forward again.

"Pussy driving me crazy." He groaned as he leaned forward on his hands on either side of your face. "This pussy is all mine cariño."

Giggling at his possessive words as you moved your hands from his arms to his thighs. Feeling your body move against the bed with every thrust that he made. His body sweating on top of yours trapping you in his heat.

"Just like that." Crying out as you felt his tip ran into your sweet spot his motions never ceasing. "Oh god just like that."

"I love hearing you beg for my cock." Smirking down at you as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck kissing and sucking on it until blood was rising to the surface.

The grip he had on your hips had you feeling pain, but it was also heightening the pleasure. Feeling your skin burn as he hold onto a section of flesh.

It had your toes curling making your pussy clench around Javier’s cock. This experience was so much more intimate and passionate than anytime before.

Feeling his cock twitching inside of you knowing he's close. He was trying to hold himself back and wanted to wait until you felt your release.

It was a matter of seconds before your body was going to explode in ecstasy. Whimpers and moans slipping past your lips unable to control yourself anymore.

"Cum all over my cock sweetheart." Saying as he pulled out and drilled all the way in making you scream as you gripped his back dragging your nails down leaving marks.

"Wanna watch that pretty face come undone." His cheeks were red and a bead of sweat was forming on his forehead. "It's my cock that's making you feel so good."

Leaning up his hands pushed against your inner knees keeping them open as he snapped his hips into yours. Feeling his cock all the way in your stomach.

Watching as your breasts moved back and forth a hand reaching down to grab one, and pinch the nipple making you gasp.

"Could stay like this all day." Grunting as he looked down to where you two were connected.

Following his eyes as you looked down watching as his thick cock disappeared inside of you. Seeing your juices coating him as he pulled out making a squishing noise.

"Javi." Crying out his name as you felt a coil in your stomach making you snap as you arched your back.

"Fuckin a baby." He groaned as he snapped his cock deep inside staying there as he coated your walls with his cum.

His body laying limp on top of yours before giving your forehead a quick kiss. Rolling over so he was laying next to you both of you out of breathe.

"I'm sorry." He shakily spoke as you turned to look at him a tear running down his cheek. "God I'm so sorry."

"What I said before." He started to say as he took a gulp watching his Adam's apple bob. "I didn't mean any of it."

"I know you didn't." Nodding your head fully believing he was being a dick on purpose.

"I just wanted to say-." The words stuck in bud throat but you knew what he was wanting to say.

"Javi I know." Turning your body so it was facing him as you placed a hand on top of his sweaty chest. "I love you too.

"I love you so much Y/N." Turning to face you grabbing your face placing his soft lips on yours.

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Rush

Chapter 7: Don't Blame Me

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: vaginal fingering, handjob, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex (missionary), creampie

Summary: Your relationship with Eren becomes more intense and more complicated than you ever bargained for.

Notes: Beer pong rules are different for everyone. Personally, I always thought it was gross having to drink the alcohol from the cup the ball lands in. That thing is tossed all over the place (like the nasty floor). These rules are a slight variation. Also, RIP Sandra’s bedsheets lol. Song is “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift.

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Playing beer pong versus your fuck buddy Eren Jaeger with a Spartan warrior as your partner is not what you expected when you agreed to go out on Halloween night.

Mike drags you through the crowd, coaxing you into playing the game alongside him. Nearing the beer pong table, you notice Eren standing to the side next to a Delta Mu who’s dressed in a bumblebee costume.

“Has anyone called dibs for the next round?” Mike addresses the crowd. “This angel and I would like to play next.”

When no one claims it, he looks at you, grinning. “You ready?”

“Sure. But I might be really bad.”

“It’s easy. Just throw the ball into one of the cups. If you make it, they have to take a shot.” He points at a small table to the side that has rows of shots lined up. “If they make it, we have to drink.” He puts his arm around you. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

You and Mike step towards the table at one end, rearranging the cups in the standard triangle formation, checking that they are still partially filled with water. Across from you is Eren and the Delta Mu woman. The opposing team.

“Eren! My man. I guess we’re playing you. What’s your pretty friend’s name?”

“I’m Pieck,” she responds with a friendly wave. You return her smile, introducing yourself. You sneak a quick glance at Eren, who wears a scowl. He doesn’t look at you; his focus is on the cups on your side of the table.

What’s going on in that head of his? Is he taking this game that seriously?

Or could it be that he’s jealous?

Eren, who fucks you like a madman then cuddles you lovingly, only to pretend that you don’t exist. Eren, who calls you baby and sweetie as he plows you into his mattress but acts as if he doesn’t remember your name at the parties. Eren, the man who refuses to share a meal together in public, while being totally obsessed with eating you out.

Can the guy who refuses to recognize any feelings for you really be jealous?

You decide to test it out.

Mike asks, “You guys want to go first?”

“Sure,” Pieck answers, offering the ball to her partner.

He still doesn’t speak while he lines himself up and releases the ping pong ball, sinking it directly into the middle cup.

“Nice,” Mike compliments. Eren simply shrugs. The urge to roll your eyes at his forced indifference is strong, but you manage to reel it in.

Mike reaches over to the other table to grab a shot, ready to chug it until Eren finally talks, demanding, “I want her to take it.”

You look at him, startled by his sudden acknowledgment of you. He stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. You recognize a hint of a smirk on his face. A glint of wickedness in his eyes.

“Fine,” you oblige, taking the liquor away from Mike and throwing it back. It burns trickling down your throat, but you do your best to avoid a grimace, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.

“Can I take the first shot, Mike?” you ask your teammate.

“Of course.”

“Can you show me how?”

It isn’t difficult to throw a ping pong ball. You’re fully aware of how this simple game works. But with Eren staring daggers from across the table, you can’t help but milk this for all it’s worth. And knowing Mike, he’s going to take full advantage of teaching you all the right ways to play this silly game.

He stands behind you, his voice low and husky. “You gotta angle your body, make sure you’re center.” Hands on your waist, he positions you correctly, pressing himself against you. His warm breath grazes your ear. “Just shoot straight and you’ll make it. You got this.”

Eyes forward, you avert Eren’s glare as you release your arm and toss the ball, landing it at the top of the triangle.

“Atta girl!” Mike exclaims, rubbing your shoulders.

“I think the lifeguard should take the shot.” You point at Eren, refusing to say his name. He walks to the table and chugs it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His brow twitches, either from annoyance or amusement.

The game continues, Pieck going next and scoring, resulting in Mike drinking. This goes back and forth, tosses sometimes landing and sometimes not. Whenever either of you make it into a cup, you and Mike high five each other. A few times, he gives you a one-armed hug. Even once does he smack your butt, which at this point, you’re tipsy enough to not be embarrassed by.

Eren broods in your direction, not at all interacting with his poor teammate, who still seems to be enjoying herself. You and Eren are playing your own private game with each other, your partners totally unaware of the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Every time he scores, his gaze drifts towards you, a slight crack in that frown of his, trying to contain the cocky smirk you know he wants to show off.

Just a few cups left on both sides of the table, Mike prepares to launch his attack. Before he does, he turns to you, raising the ball to your face. “Blow on it. For good luck,” Mike says, winking. You give him a cheeky grin as you blow out a puff of air into his fist. From your peripheral, you see Eren roll his eyes, giving you a sense of satisfaction.

It goes into the second to last cup on their side. Eren lets out an obvious groan, retrieving a shot from the table and downing it aggressively. Slightly wobbly, he gets ready for his turn. It lands into the corner cup, leaving one remaining on both sides now.

Pieck and you both miss on your turns. There’s still one cup remaining at the very end of the table as Mike prepares to throw.

“How about a kiss this time?” he asks you, tapping on his cheek. “For good luck, of course.”

You hesitate for a split second, fully aware that Eren is watching. You want to see how far you can push his buttons. How upset you can make him. If he truly doesn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t care about your actions. But here he is, huffing and puffing all night because of a silly game. Maybe if you up the ante, he’ll break.

Besides, this is payback for all the times he made you feel like shit.

Leaning in with a pout, you plant an obnoxious smooch on Mike’s cheek. Smiling, he propels the ball and lands it straight into the remaining cup, winning the game.

The nearby crowd cheers, patting you and Mike on the shoulders. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck as he embraces you in return, his hands gliding to your waist. Eren stands at the other side, jaw and fists clenched. Pieck has a grin on her face, clapping.

Mike reaches out to them. “Great game you two. That was fun.” You follow suit, shaking Pieck’s hand first. When you approach Eren, he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. You can almost feel him tugging you in closer, but he doesn’t. As soon as you let go, you miss the feeling of his skin on yours.

With one last glance at you, he goes to the corner where his big bro and Bertolt are, crossing his arms, sulking.

Back to the same bullshit.

Thinking this is the last interaction you’ll have with him tonight, you join your friends again in the kitchen, bragging about your win.

“Eren looks pissed,” Connie chuckles. “He must really hate losing.”

“He looked like that the entire time. I feel bad for Pieck, but she was a good sport,” Mike mentions. He turns to you, smiling. “You did great, by the way.”

You wave him off. “Beginner’s luck. Besides, I had a really good teacher.”

“Yeah? I can teach you something else. If you’re up for it.” There’s thirst dripping from his low voice. You’re nervous and excited all at once, cheeks flushed with heat from the alcohol you’ve been consuming. Feeling a little reckless and loose.

Entertaining the idea, you ask him, “What do you mean?”

He leans into you, breath hot on your ear, the sickly-sweet smell of liquor wafting from his mouth. “Follow me.”

You swallow the saliva collecting on your tongue, letting him lead you out the kitchen. Mikasa wolf whistles, causing the rest of your friends to giggle while you head upstairs.

The two of you enter the first bedroom in the hallway, Mike shutting the door behind him. He steps towards you, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. You look at him, lips parted and breath shallow as he leans in closer to kiss you.

His lips are plush on yours, facial hair rough against your skin. Your tongues slide around each other’s, kisses getting messier as he directs you to the bed. You lie on your back, angel wings crushed beneath you, legs dangling off the edge. He surrounds you, scattering soft kisses onto your neck.

His body is hot and heavy. Your skin tingles with frenzy having him on top of you like this.

But it doesn’t feel right.

“Mike.” His name sounds foreign on your tongue. Unfamiliar and new.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. But I…” your voice trails off as his fingers drift down to fondle your breasts. His hands are bigger than Eren’s. The itch of his mustache on your neck is unusual.

“What is it? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He turns his face up to suck on your ear lobe, dragging it down with his lips. More heat rushes into your cheeks, overwhelmed by the sensation growing between your legs. You’re aroused; there’s no denying it. He’s sexy and titillating. Still, something isn’t right.

It has nothing to do with him. It’s you.

You’re thinking about Eren.

As Mike reaches the hem of your angel dress, you can’t help imagining Eren on top of you instead, his nimble fingers toying with the fabric of your white lacey panties. He mutters, “Fuck,” rubbing at the wet spot from your arousal. “Can I finger you?”

In a daze, you nod, feeling his middle finger slip pass the lace into your slick entrance.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

In your mind, Mike’s dirty words are replaced with Eren’s low voice whispering good girl to you over and over again. The thought of him makes you wetter as Mike continues to pump into you.

“Can you jerk me off, princess?” He kneels beside you, shoving his Spartan kilt down his waist to free his erection. You wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him. Wishing it were Eren instead.

Another finger slips into your pussy while he thrusts into your fist, grunting. You lie still on the bed next to him, flustered and hasty for him to come. Feeling guilty, thinking of someone else as he tries to pleasure you. He’s nice, he’s fun, he likes you.

It’s not the same. He’s not Eren.

Mike’s dick twitches in your fist as he orgasms, cum dribbling out of his slit and dripping down your knuckles. He pulls out of you, observing your slick on his fingers. “Did you come?”

“Yes.” It’s a lie. You didn’t.

Chuckling, he kisses you. He hoists up his kilt and hops off the bed. “Should we head back to the party?”

You sit up, stretching your defiled hand out. “I’m going to use the bathroom first. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Right. See you later.” He gives you a wink before exiting the room.

Conveniently, there’s a bathroom in the bedroom. You walk to the sink, rinsing Mike’s cum from your hands. Searching the cabinets and drawers, you find a pack of baby wipes and clean yourself up, removing any evidence of your naughty deed.

Finally alone, you let out a prolonged sigh, processing what just happened. Everything feels wrong. Mike has been nothing but kind to you. And yet, Eren still lingers in the back of your mind. You’re in deeper than you ever expected. No matter how much you try to escape him, you always find yourself back in his clutches. It’s your own fault for letting yourself sink so far down the abyss.

Checking yourself in the mirror one more time, you exit the bathroom. You’re startled to see an all too familiar figure leaning against the closed door of the bedroom.

~~~

Eren doesn’t remember the last time he got jealous. In fact, he never gets jealous.

That is, until tonight.

He didn’t think he’d be playing beer pong with her and Mike fucking Zacharias. His whole plan was to do this foolish game to escape any interaction with them throughout the party.

Maybe it’s karma. All the times he’s disappointed her are coming back to haunt him. The universe is telling him that he has to suffer for what he’s done.

And suffer he does. He hates seeing them exchange high fives, one-armed hugs, little touches. Watching Mike rub her shoulders, even smack her ass at one point. The way he leans in close, just to show her how to throw a fucking ball into a cup. It’s repulsive. It makes him sick.

She’s no better. She knows exactly what she’s doing, giving him little glances all while flirting with his frat brother. Challenging him. Testing him. It’s diabolical.

It makes him want her more.

He doesn’t focus on anything else besides her the entire time. Each shot he lands is to impress her. To prove something to her. Prove that he’s just as good as Mike fucking Zacharias.

When they lose, he’s tempted to flip over the goddamn table. Mike getting all the fucking glory for doing the bare ass minimum is revolting. She’s eating it all up, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting him put his hands on her waist. Eren doesn’t miss any of these tiny details. He memorizes it, stores it in his brain for later for whenever he wants his blood to boil.

He’s jealous. He’s very fucking jealous.

She comes here, dressed in that, only to ignore him the whole night to focus all her attention on Mike. It’s a taste of his own medicine, and he doesn’t appreciate it one bit. He’s losing his mind over it. Does he deserve it? Absolutely. He knows he’s been a dick to her. Still, it doesn’t feel good to have it handed back to him like this.

He retreats to the side of the room where Reiner and Bertolt are, chatting with their friends Porco and Marcel. Reiner nods in greeting before saying, “Can’t believe you let Mike and that SNK girl beat you.”

“Whatever. It’s a stupid game.”

“At least you got to play with Pieck. She’s hot, right? Think you’ll hook up with her tonight?”

Eren forces a grin. “Yeah, maybe.” He won’t, but he doesn’t want to deal with Reiner at the moment.

Porco joins them, pointing his thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ve never seen Sigma Nu Kappa’s out at a party before. So weird. I thought they didn’t go out.”

Reiner rolls his eyes. “I wish they weren’t here. It’s killing the vibe.”

“What’s your beef with them?”

“I just don’t like seeing ugly bitches at a party,” he says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Porco snickers, “You’re fucked up man.”

Bertolt remains his quiet self, observing Annie from afar as she talks to Armin by the refrigerator. Eren crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling deeply. He’s always known that his big bro is an asshole. It hasn’t bothered him much before, but for some reason, it irks him now. Reiner has made no efforts to socialize with any of the women of Sigma Nu Kappa. For him to spew misogynistic comments shamelessly solidifies the fact that he is a dick.

Is Eren any better though?

Reiner nudges him, asking, “Isn’t the chick you played the one who was with us at the food bank? She said some stupid shit about me having a shitty personality.”

He’s taken aback by his acknowledgement of her. “Uh, yeah. That’s her.” There’s a lump in his throat, nervous for what his big bro is about to say next.

“Mike is all up on her. He really is a dog. Always going for the virgins and fresh meat.”

Alarms start ringing in Eren’s mind. As if he couldn’t hate Mike Zacharias even more, Reiner has to mention this. There’s a growing dread building in his chest, imagining the two of them together, Mike defiling her the way he did not too long ago. His ears are hot, either from the rage surging through his body or the alcohol he’s guzzled throughout the night. Is he supposed to stand here and watch this unfold in front of him?

He watches Mike lead her away from the kitchen and up the stairs. She’s actually going through with it.

Frozen in place, he stares at the staircase in the dark hallway, waiting for her to come down any minute, hoping she changes her mind. After several minutes, his hope dwindles, fearing the worst. Should he barge in and interrupt them? No, that’s fucking crazy. They’re not a couple. He has no right to stop her from hooking up with other guys. No right at all.

Several minutes pass. Mike descends the stairs with a goofy expression. Eren makes his move. He maneuvers through the crowd, sneaking into the kitchen to eavesdrop. The Sigma Nu Kappa sisters have since retreated to the dance floor, Armin and Connie joining them. Mike is surrounded by Erwin and a few men that Eren recognizes from another fraternity. He opens the fridge, hiding himself behind the door, listening.

“Where have you been, Mike?”

“Just hanging out with a friend upstairs,” Mike answers. He can practically hear the cocky smirk forming on the douchebag’s face.

Erwin says, “I hope you were a complete gentleman to her. She’s a good girl.”

“Yeah, she is a very good girl, if you know what I mean.”

Eren nearly punctures the can of beer settled in his grip, but he keeps his cool and continues to listen.

“Does Big Mike have a new girlfriend now?” one of the men teases.

“Whoa, hey. She’s a nice girl, but you know I don’t really do girlfriends. We’re just having a little fun together.”

“Where is she?”

Mike chuckles. “She’s still upstairs, cleaning herself up. Left a mess up there.”

Eren slams the refrigerator shut, having heard enough. Before he knows it, he’s dashing up the stairs, trying to determine which room she’s in. He goes into the first one, turning the handle slowly to check if it’s unlocked. When he enters, he notices a small lamp illuminated on the bedside drawer. There’s a sound of rushing water from a faucet. He turns in the direction of the bathroom, which is currently occupied. Shutting the door quietly, he leans against it, waiting with palms pressed to the wood in anticipation.

When she opens the bathroom door, her eyes widen at his unexpected appearance. “Eren?”

He fucking loves the way she says his name. She hasn’t said it all night until now, and he feels himself melting because of it.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here?” She moves to the bed, sitting at the edge.

“I wanted to check on you.” He steps towards her, noticing the halo sitting crooked on her head. He reaches out to adjust it, hand gliding down her hair to tuck it behind her ear.

She peers up at him with delicate eyes, watching him carefully. “How did you know I was in here?”

“I overheard Mike talking.”

“What did he say?” She sounds embarrassed. He isn’t afraid to rat Mike out for being a total idiot.

“That you are a good girl. How the two of you are having fun together. Said you left a mess up here.”

She buries her face into her palms. “I can’t believe he’s telling people.”

“So, what did you do? Did he fuck you?” He doesn’t care anymore how brazen he’s being. He wants to know. He needs to know. The curiosity is eating away at him like acid.

She crosses her arms, taking a defensive stance. “Does it matter? It’s not like you and I are exclusive.” They’re fighting words. Hostile, especially that last statement.

He shrugs, trying to seem unbothered. “I’m just curious.”

Stalling for a few seconds, she finally confesses. “He fingered me, and I gave him a handjob. That’s it.”

Despite his cool disposition, deep down, Eren can’t help but celebrate. That’s it. As if it was underwhelming. Mediocre.

They’re silent, neither knowing how else to continue this conversation. She changes the subject, leaning back on her hands, asking, “Whose bright idea was it to put you in some red shorts and call you a lifeguard? It’s very half-assed.”

He smirks at another one of her witty comments. The tension appears to be easing up a bit. “Hey, I’ve got a whistle on my neck, too. How much more accurate can I get?”

“Maybe if you perform mouth-to-mouth, it’ll be more believable.” She stands to tug at his whistle, pulling him in closer.

“You’re naughty for an angel. You sure you’re not the devil in disguise?” He places his hands on her waist, lips grazing her ear. Fingers flirting with the risqué tear on her dress. “God, you drive me crazy. Getting me all riled up and shit during the game. Was that your plan all along? Make me jealous so I would fuck you like a slut?” His cock hardens beneath his shorts, the promise of sex palpable in the confined space between them.

There’s a mischievous smile on her face as she glides her hands up his bare chest. “So you were jealous. Interesting.” She tips her head towards his, lips barely touching as she whispers. “And who says you can fuck me tonight?”

Before he can close the gap, she turns her back to him, slowly sliding the hem of her dress over her waist to reveal white lacey panties.

His knees buckle. “Fuck, when did you get these?” He skims his thumb underneath the fabric, tugging it away just to hear it snap against her skin.

“I bought them for my costume. Do you like it?” She cranes her neck to give him a playful smile, teasing him. It’s so fucking sexy.

“What do you think? Look how hard I am for you.” He shoves his shorts down to free his erection, stroking himself as he marvels at her beautiful form in front of him.

“I’m not going to give it to you that easy.” She lowers her dress and turns to face him again. Eyes gleaming with something Eren has never seen before. “You need to work for it.”

This is a different side of her. Usually, she’s obedient to him. Now, she’s tormenting him. Forcing him to beg for it. And he finds himself more than willing to do it.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do it,” he mutters, salivating. Cock unbelievably hard in his fist, shorts pooled around his ankles.

“Get on your knees.”

Without a second thought, he kicks his shorts aside and kneels on the floor, gazing up at her. Worshipping her. She presses herself against his face. He inhales deeply, taking in her scent.

“You want me, Eren?” She grabs the top of his head by his hair and shoves it towards her clothed pussy. “Tell me you want me. Beg for it.”

“Fuck. I want you. I want you so bad. Please.” He continues to stroke his dick as she smothers him with her sweet cunt.

She lifts the hem of her dress again, revealing the lingerie. Eren opens his mouth to feel the fabric on his tongue, licking at her covered clit. Frantic for any part of her that she’ll give him.

“Were you really jealous?”

“Can you blame me? You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. I want you all to myself.”

“You do?”

He nods, rubbing his face across the lace covering her bud. Her slick seeps through the thin fabric, inviting him to indulge in her arousal. A guttural moan escapes from him as he sucks on it with his lips, drawing out as much of her as he possibly can.

“Have you been with other girls?”

He shakes his head earnestly. “No. I haven’t.” This is the absolute truth. He hasn’t been with anyone else besides her. No matter how much he wants to live out this fuck boy lifestyle he idealizes, he can’t. Not while she’s around.

“And do you still want me? Even after someone else has touched me?” Her voice trembles. Guilt-ridden. Remorseful. She doesn’t need to be.

He pulls away to gaze at her, confessing with conviction, “I want you more than anything.”

Her breath hitches before she demands, “Take them off.”

On her command, his hands slide up the sides of her legs, delighting in the familiar softness of her skin. He drags the white lace off her body, cock rigid against his abdomen, electricity surging through his veins. Patiently waiting to have her, to hold her, to be inside her.

She picks up her feet to help him remove her panties completely. “You like feeling it on your cock, don’t you? Show me how you do it.”

“Holy fuck, you’re bad,” he groans, taking the lingerie and wrapping it around his stiff cock. Knowing these were just on her makes him even harder. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. It’s agonizing and thrilling all at the same time, having the roles reversed. He’s delirious under her will.

She walks backwards towards the bed, sitting at the edge again. Thighs spread enough to show him her luscious, glistening pussy. Eren’s not even a little embarrassed at the expression he’s making. Slack-jawed, eyes glazed, totally dumb and drooling over the vision before him. He has no shame anymore. He wants her. He wants all of her.

He crawls over to position himself between her thighs, leaning in until he’s stopped.

“Not yet. I want you to watch me play with myself.”

Fuck. His cock aches in the best possible way, enduring her torment as she leans back, masturbating in front of him, massaging circles onto her clit with a naughty look on her face. She knows what she’s doing to him. She’s enjoying it. Relishing how deranged he’s getting from being teased like this.

“Let me eat it. Please, baby. I need it. Please.” He sticks his tongue out, too fucking eager to pleasure her, to be the reason she moans in ecstasy. Her fingers look delicious, shimmering in her arousal as she works them into her sopping cunt.

“Go ahead. Give it to me.”

Arms spreading her open, he presses his face into her, lapping her up like a fucking rabid animal. He’s out of control, fisting his cock vigorously as he fucks her with his mouth, cherishing every emphatic moan she breathes out. The sounds of the party below are overtaken by the wet noises of Eren’s face buried in her arousal. The bass of the music from the stereo speakers is drowned by the pounding of his heart driven by adrenaline.

He slips one finger into her easily, then another. Pumping them in and out as he slobbers all over her puffy clit, sucking and licking as if his life depends on it. It’s erotic, obscene. Nasty. He wants to make a fucking mess. He yearns to see her pussy drip with cum and his spit.

She starts to chant his name, gripping the sheets into fists and rocking against his sloppy face, climax quickly approaching.

“Come for me. Come all over my face, sweet angel,” he murmurs into her skin, delighting in the way she tightens around his fingers, now coated in her slick.

“Fuck, Eren!” she cries out, bucking her hips as she orgasms on his face. The temptation to come with her is staggering, but the desire to make love to her overtakes it.

“Baby,” he hums, kissing her swollen bud. “I want to come inside you. Will you let me? Please?”

In her blissful state, she manages a small nod while she scoots up the bed, laying her head on one of the pillows. He sits adjacent and starts to undress her, first by extracting the disheveled wings off her back. The halo is next, his fingers carefully tugging it from her hair, ensuring not to yank on any loose strands. He leans in to kiss her on the lips, face still damp with her wetness as he slips his tongue into her mouth.

“He didn’t make you come, did he?” he asks, reaching for the bottom of her dress to hoist it off her.

“How’d you know?” She raises her arms above her to shimmy out of her costume.

“I know your body. I’ve memorized everything about it.” He kisses her forehead, feeling her back to unclasp her bra. When she’s finally naked, he caresses her breast, lightly pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it’s firm to the touch. They kiss passionately while he positions himself on top of her.

“Tell me what you want,” he mutters to her. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

She gazes at him, eyes flickering with anticipation and desire. “Make love to me.”

His heart beats faster. He smiles at her, whispering, “As you wish.”

~~~

He gently guides his cock into you, filling you in the most exquisite way. Your wet and needy cunt swallows him up perfectly. Once his whole length is inside you, he starts to thrust slowly, only increasing the pace when you wrap your legs around him, gasping in pleasure. You start to unravel beneath him, still dizzy from your first orgasm and so fucking desperate for the next.

“You’re a greedy little slut tonight, huh? Getting finger fucked by Mike and now taking my cock,” he grunts out.

“Fuck, Eren. Right there. Keep fucking me like this,” you encourage him, tightening your hold on his waist.

“He doesn’t make you come the way I do, does he?”

You shake your head, agreeing with him. Unable to speak coherently to validate his statement.

“I want to hear you say it.” He slows his thrusts, penetrating you deeper, hitting that sweet spot he always finds oh so easily.

It’s exhilarating, has your heart racing and thumping in your chest. All you can muster is a frazzled, “Fuck.”

“Say it,” he demands again, aggression in his gruff voice.

You swallow hard, blurting out, “He doesn’t make me come the way you do.”

He picks up the pace again, his cock pounding into you mercilessly. “It’s your fault I’m like this. For making me addicted to you.”

His fingers travel down to your arousal, caressing your overstimulated clit. The sensation causes you to cry out his name. Your body feels on fire, a fever spreading from your core all the way to your fingertips.

“I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the time.” He slips his tongue into your mouth, his saliva spilling down your throat. Determined to fill you with as much of him as he possibly can. All you can do is whimper and succumb to the madness.

You grind your hips on him, matching his rhythm. He growls, “Fuck me, baby. Just like that. Fuck me. Make me come. Let me fill you with my fucking load. I’m so fucking close.”

He slides his hands up your arms, holding them above your head. Interlocking his fingers with yours, fucking you senseless into the mattress. You can’t formulate words, only moans pour out of your mouth. Feeling your second climax approaching, you manage to breathe out a staggered, “Coming.”

Eren whimpers your name, moaning, “Fuck, baby. I’m coming too. I’m coming with you.” Your pussy tightens around him, gushing all over his cock as he releases inside you, filling you with his load. His eyes are shut tight, focused on riding out his high.

When he’s done, he pulls out of you, cock dripping with cum. He retrieves your lingerie from the floor and slides them up across your legs and ass until they’re back on you. “Can you keep my cum inside you the rest of the night, baby? Please?”

You nod at him with a dazed look on your face. He smiles at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You kiss, tongues out and mouths open, licking each other sloppily in the afterglow of your rapture. He cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin tenderly. It’s different from all the other times. It means something.

You let out a giggle, feeling relaxed beside him. He kisses you on the forehead, then once more on the lips. The two of your remain silent, basking in each other’s warmth for one more minute.

“We should probably go back to the party,” you suggest.

He chuckles. “Yeah. I guess.”

The two of you hastily clean up the mess you made. He helps you with your costume, giving you soft kisses while readjusting the halo on your head and the angel wings on your back. Double checking yourselves in the vanity mirror one last time, you walk to the door, turning the handle to leave.

When you open it, you hear shuffling and snickering on the other side. You step away from the door to inspect whoever’s been eavesdropping. It takes a few seconds to register in the dimly lit hallway, but when your eyes meet, you recognize them instantly

Hitch and Annie stand against the banister, shocked expressions on their faces. Staring at you, Eren, then back to you.

“What the fuck?” Annie yells out immediately.

“That was you two in there?” Hitch asks.

You’re at a loss for words as Eren glares at them. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“We needed to pee, and the bathroom downstairs had a long line. Sandra said we can use her room,” Hitch quickly explains, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

“What the fuck?” Annie repeats.

“I’m outta here.” He leaves in a hurry, shutting the bedroom door behind him as he sprints down the stairs. Leaving you alone to deal with the shitstorm that’s about to unfold.

For a third time, Annie states, “What the fuck.”

Hitch says your name softly before asking, “Are you two together?”

Shocked, confused, and alone, you’re unsure how to respond to the current situation you find yourself in. Eren just up and left you to deal with it on your own.

You stammer, “I…Yes. Well, no. We’re not together.”

“What then? You’re just fucking?” Annie spits out, clear disgust in her voice.

You give her a simple nod, reluctant to say your answer out loud.

She hisses out your name, exasperated. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re fucking Eren fucking Jaeger?”

Hitch tries to calm her as you stand there, rooted to the floor, a rush of thoughts clouding your brain. The secret is out, Annie is pissed, and you’re alone.

“How long has this been going for?” Hitch looks at you with a concerned expression on her face.

“A couple weeks.” There’s no use in lying to them now. Lying will only make it worse. “No one knows. Not even Mikasa.”

“Why is it a secret? Did Eren put you up to this?”

You hesitate for a few seconds, contemplating how you want to answer. “It was a mutual agreement.”

Annie’s voice rings out again. “That’s bullshit. He told you to keep it a secret, didn’t he? And like the dummy you are, you agreed. Am I right? Or am I right?” Her words hurt, not because she’s trying to be malicious. But because it’s the truth.

“Annie, cut her some slack.”

“No, I will not. You’re better than this. You deserve better than this.”

You do your best to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. This is not happening right now. Your mind is all over the place. “You don’t know him, Annie.” Your voice is small; it comes out as barely a whisper.

“Do you?”

“Of course I do.” That’s what you want to think anyways. In all honesty, Eren remains a mystery to you.

In a softer tone, Annie says, “He will break your heart. I guarantee you.”

“Annie,” Hitch warns.

She continues. “Guys like him will say whatever you want to hear so they can get what they want. He’s using you. You’re too naïve and stupid to realize it.”

“Annie.”

“There are people who care about you. And you choose to waste your time on him? You have to end it. Before you really get hurt.”

She’s right. It stings to hear it, but it’s all true. Can you take to heart all of what he says to you in the bedroom? Or is it all a ruse like Annie suspects?

Still, you can’t let it go just yet. Not when there’s an inkling of hope in the dark void.

“Give me time. I think…I think maybe he likes me.” Sniffling, you wipe the tears away from your cheek.

Hitch comes beside you, rubbing your back affectionately. “If he really likes you, it wouldn’t be this complicated.”

Annie nods in agreement, her tough exterior softening as she steps forward to console you.

In a span of just a few minutes, you find yourself reeling from your immense high only to come crashing down to a new low.

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