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chaengluva · 2 months

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Battle of the Rivals

I have already uploaded this to wattpad on my book with imagines there, I'm going to put them here too.

Regina Geogre x Fem!Reader ~

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Everyone of North Shore high knew Regina George, they knew her as the queen bee, the top of the food chain, the apex predator, everyone knew this expert for the new girl Y/n L/n. Who happened to be you, you just came from an old school that wasn't really working for you. You walked into the new school with confidence, you almost gagged at what everyone was wearing, cheap outfits. Her father owns a huge business, You were wearing Yves Saint Laurent from head to toe (as you casually wear to school)

You walked to your first class, rolling your eyes seeing everyone in the class. You sat next to this girl who had slightly dyed hair, it was the only seat available. The girl looked towards her friend on the other side of her, he smiled and looked at you, "Hello." He smiled, you looked at him with a confused expression on your face, "Umm Hi?" They glance at each other and roll their eyes, "No need to have an attitude. I'm Janis" The girl says, you roll your eyes and smile, "I'm Y/n L/n" You turn your head to the guy, "I'm Damien."

You smirk and turn your head to the teacher, she speaks up, "Hi guys we have a new student in our class," Everyone turns to look at you, smiling confidently, you saw the way everyone looked at you, knowing the effect you had on everyone, you decided to wink at a few of the boys, making them blush and go crazy. The bell rang, "Sit with us at lunch!" Janis says, you nod, grabbing your YSL bag and YSL purse, you get up and walk away, following them to the cafeteria.

Walking to the seat, you notice everyone's eyes on you, Janis and Damien do too, they smile and look at you, Damien looks at Janis and smirks, Janis just rolls her eyes, sitting down opposite You. You all start talking, you're halfway through eating your food realising that you forgot your drink, "Shit, I forgot a drink, I'll be right back." You tell Janis and Damien, they nod. You get up and bump into someone, her lunch got all over you, you gave her a disgusted look. "Watch where you are going!" She exclaimed, "Me?" You ask in shock, she nods and you roll your eyes.

"You're the one who bumped into me." You tell her, she laughs, rolling her eyes, "Listen I don't know who you were at your old school but here, I run the place." You look her up and down, rolling your eyes, "Sure you do." With that you walk off, she grabs your wrist, touching your YSL blazer, "Get your poor hands off my clothes!" The blonde girl laughs at you, "Oh please, I'm the richest girl here in North Shore." You lick your lips, "Well I guess North Shore has to change their stats!"

Walking away, leaving the girl in shock. She huffs and walks to her table, sitting next to Gretchen, the brown haired girl looks at her and pouts, "Oh Regina I'm sorry-," She touched her back to comfort her, but Regina shoved it off, "Don't touch me." Gretchen quickly hid her hands, "Was she a threat to you?" Karen asks, Regina looks at her dumbfounded on how she could even think such a thing, "Threat? Are you kidding?" Karen's facial expression changes at the tone in her voice, being scared with how angry Regina sounded.

But deep down in Regina's heart, she did see Y/n as a threat to her social status and the hierarchy of the school. She would never vocalise this, no one would ever let this go if they found out, she decided to keep quiet and hope to never see you again.

Well that didn't last long, you happened to be in her English class, Regina's eyes went wide when she saw you, writing down in your book, you look up and the two of you have eye contact for a few seconds before Regina gets flushed and quickly looks away. Regina did not like you, that would fuck everything up if she liked you (She's heavily closeted, to the point where she's still kind of in denial) She was still standing at the front of the class, the teacher was awkwardly waiting for her to sit down.

"Regina!" She yelled, bringing her back to reality, "Oh yeah," She says, "I said take a seat next to Y/n, you will be doing the project with her." Regina's eyes go wide, she then rolls them and makes her way over to the seat next to you, your bag is on the seat next to it, she just stands there, waiting for you to move the bag, which you aren't doing (on purpose) making her really annoyed.

She picked up your bag and dropped it on your lap, making you look at her in shock, "Seriously?" Regina's eyes hurt from rolling them from your attitude, "Yes seriously, I need to sit down so I can pay attention, someone has to be doing the work." You look at her, obviously annoyed, "I can do the work too you know." You argue, Regina laughs, looking down, "Sure you can." Regina says sarcastically.

Regina sits down, glancing over at you, looking you up and down before licking her lips. There was a short moment of silence, "So how is this going to work, how will we do this stupid project." You say, Regina rolls her eyes, "First of all, It's not stupid, the project goes to our final grade.. If you even care about that." Y/n was fuming with anger, she opened her mouth to start talking but Regina cut her off, taking her by surprise, "Since I'm the better person, you can come to my house," Regina said, writing down the address, handing the sticky pad to you. "Be no later than 5pm, no earlier either."

The bell rings and you groan, already sick of everyone at this school, Regina George's confidence was really annoying you. You walk up to Janis and Damien who are standing by their locker, "I hate Regina George." Janis and Damien look at each other, Damien closes his locker, and walks to stand beside you, you're in the middle of the two of them, they are both looking at you, waiting for you to spill what happened. "Well she's clearly threatened by me, I'm richer and prettier than her."

"Well we hate Regina because one time-," Damien starts but Janis hits him cutting him off, not wanting the story to be told, "Anyway, wish me luck, I have to see her after school today." Janis and Damien's eyes go wide, "What do you mean? Why would you do that?" Janis asks, "You push your YSL glasses, glaring into their eyes, making them step back slightly, "I didn't ask to go there, I have to for a project." Pausing to fix your hair, "I would never hang out with her by choice."

Walking outside of the school, Janis and Damien walk behind you, seeing you go in to your car and drive off, "Fuck, I think we have another Regina George." Damien says, annoyed, Janis laughs looking at Damien, "Nah, Regina will show her, trust me, I was friends with her, remember?" Janis says, Damien nods, as they walk to the tree they always sit under. "You're right."

It was almost 5pm, Y/n was walking up to her house, wearing a new outfit, this time wearing head to toe Prada, knocking the door, a few seconds later, Regina answers, she's wearing a white shirt and grey track pants, her hair is in a messy bun and her make up has been removed. "You know we will just be in my room." You walk in, shoving your bag in her chest, making her hold it. "I know, I have to dress for the occasion, I decided to put on something cheap."

Regina was so annoyed, she walked up to her room with you following behind, the project was already so set up, you looked around her room, "Wow, your room is.." Regina assumed what you were going to say, she smirked and said, "I know, It was my parents, but I made them trade me."

You laughed in her face, "Well that's sad, I was going to say small before I was so rudely interrupted." Regina was fuming with anger, "Look I don't know what your problem is, but I think we need to make a few things clear." You nod, "That's right, we do, I'm richer and prettier than you." You say, only making Regina more angry. She walks closer to you, you walk backwards not liking her getting in your personal space.

You hit the back of the bed, your legs fall so now you're sitting on the bed, looking up at Regina with her staring down at you. "W-what do you want Regina?" You ask shyly, "Where did that attitude go? Where's your confidence?" Regina asks, teasingly, "Just answer my question, What do you want?"

Regina licks her lips, looking at you up and down, leaning her face in so it's only inches away from yours. "You." You were taken back by her answer, it was something you weren’t expecting so it made your body jolt back. “You. Want Me? In what way?” You say honestly confused, Regina chuckles, “I could tell you.. But maybe I’ll just show you.” She leans in kissing your lips, hands moving to your waist to hold your body close to hers, you kiss back making her sigh in relief.

Her lips are still attached to yours, you move across the bed so now she is on top of you, while your leaning against the wall behind the bed, she moves her lips from yours, taking a short look at your swollen lips, your breathing gets heavier as her lips move down to your collarbone, she tugs on your shirt, wanting to kiss down your body move, she looks up at you. “R-Regina I have never done this before.” She moves her body back up so her lips are just above yours, “Do you want to?” You nod, she shakes her head, “Words baby.”

“Yes.”

Smirking, she takes off your shirt and smiles at your body, leaning closer, “You even have a designer bra?” You smile, nodding, “Only for you.” Regina smirks, reaching under your back to unclip your bra. She starts kissing your breasts, she looks up at you while she's doing so, her eyes make you go insane. You let out quiet moans, her lips going down to your waist, reaching the hem of your prada skirt, “I never would have thought you were this innocent Y/n.”

Taking the skirt off, she stares at your body for a few seconds, licking her lips, taking off your lace panties, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay baby?” You nod, she leans in, adding pleasure to your whole body, your back arches and your hands go to her hair, gripping on it for dear life.

Hours passed, you’ve been overstimulated but Regina wasn’t too rough, she only did stuff you were comfortable with, you were laying down next to Regina, breathing heavily, her hands were playing with your hair as you caught your breath, “I accept your attitude to change at school.” Regina says, breaking the silence, “Yeah, and what if it doesn’t.” You ask, she smirks, “Then I’ll just have to punish you.”

Smiling, leaning into her chest, her hands rested on your waist and pulled you closer. The two closed their eyes, falling asleep until the next morning arose. Janis and Damien will be in for a big surprise when they hear what happened.

#regina george #janis imi'ike #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #gxg #wlw #lesbian #reneé rapp #auli'i cravalho #angourie rice #fluff #one shot #no part 2

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garoujo · 7 months

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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @FUSHIGURO TOJI…

WANNA PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN?

➤ seven minutes in heaven series masterlist.

NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f!reader, college!au, campus security!toji + student!reader, frat party / closet scenes, age gap (toji is in his 30’s + reader is 20’s), dirty talk, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that are definitely longer than seven minutes, alcohol mentioned + consumed, reader is tipsy-ish, minimal prep, hint at plan b at the end, reader wears a skirt.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : 5k.

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : its been a while my friends! but i am finally here with the next instalment of my series !!! after so long !!! i’ve been really looking forward to this one too ,, this is my first real toji thing! so i hope u guys still enjoy <3

you feel your throat burn as you toss your head back to swallow the sweet liquid, fingers clasping tightly around the miniature shot glass in your hand. you swallow— eyes squeezing closed, but you manage it when it’s followed by a pat on your back and a “oh? good job.” before it fades into the distance.

you don’t know how many you’ve taken by now, you’re beginning to feel the bass settle under your skin and there’s a heat that licks at the base of your spine. your vision is blurrier than you’re used to but you still manage to react, albeit slowly when you feel someone push a red cup into your chest.

“here, drink this. stop taking them from him.” megumi pipes up from the side of you with an expression that you’d assume was a frown if you could see clearly, itadori’s not too far behind and the sight of them both makes you soften slightly.

“he’s convincing, you know.” you try to argue, words slurring slightly. it was gojo satoru after all, he’d been nice enough to invite you all to his frat party — the least you could do is accept a few shots from the snowy haired guy when he passes them out with his friend. maybe not this much though.

but you shrug before taking the plastic cup from megumi’s hands anyway, and you’ve never been so grateful for a taste of water until it’s laving along your taste buds. in all honesty, you feel better already — a little more aware of your surroundings, of how loud the music is and now.. the unimpressed face your friend is sending you.

“no, he’s just annoying. he’ll go away if you ignore him.” he crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, making sure you manage to finish the remaining liquid in the cup before he’s urging you to give him it back.

“somehow i don’t believe that.” you manage, clarity slowly getting its grip on you— albeit it only slightly as you sway with your next inhale. but megumi reaches to steady you with a sigh before he speaks again,

“stay here. i’ll get more.”

by the time you nod at his words, humming slightly— hes already gone, pushed between the sweaty student bodies as your fingers clasp tightly around the kitchen counter to keep yourself steady.

there’s a dizzy spin to the room, warm air rolling over your shoulders everytime you sway or turn — pushed slightly as someone passes before you’re pulled against someone entirely.

“there you are~” gojo’s smooth voice sounds as he tucks you underneath his arm, chuckling when you grab at his shirt before sending him a lidded, annoyed look. geto’s there too, hands shoved into his pockets as he looks over you— standing across from you both as gojo keeps you close to him.

“were you waiting f’ me? wanna join our little game, hm? you can’t reject me and hurt my feelings, come on~” the snowy haired sorcerer drawls, sickly sweet as he squeezes his bicep around your shoulders — jostling you slightly as his bestfriend sends you an apologetic look.

“i’m waiting on someone.” you grit through your teeth, rolling your eyes when it earns you a dramatic gasp from gojo before he leans down to look at you. he lets his dark rimmed glasses deliberately tilt down slightly so you can see the narrowed look he’s sending you, one that tells you he’s not quite convinced.

“oh? don’t worry, sweet girl. i’m already here, see~ you’re breaking my heart here.” the start of his sentence starts off a whisper, almost drowned out by the heavy music before he grows louder— free hand on his chest and earning you both a few looks from other party goers that makes you feel suddenly self conscious.

he’s insufferably convincing.

“omg shutup! fine, but no more shots, gojo!” you finally give in and you’re sure you see geto breathe a sympathetic sounding sigh your way before he turns to lead you both.

“mhm, i hear you. i knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

it’s almost too fast the way he whisks you through the rooms in the frat, all three of you ending up stuffed into the lounge area with a whole lot of other bodies, drunken students you’re sure he managed to rally with just a few dreamy looks from his crystalline gaze.

it’s like a production— the way gojo explains the rules to the room, ofcourse you’d played the game before, you’re a college student. but that doesn’t mean you actually wanted to play, you’re just hoping you don’t get chosen.

you watch the numbers dwindle with every spin of the bottle in the middle of the floor, all the hoots and hollers that followed the couple out into the hallway— ears pressed against the closet door to give these people something to gossip about the next day.

you thank the stars that you’ve been spared of the embarrassment so far, that is until the next round. you don’t know what it is, when you look up to see gojo already looking at you with a smirk on his features, just as the next contestant spins the bottle— the snowy haired guy was annoying, but the guy who’s up right now was worse.

you feel uneasy with every pass of the neck in your directions, like somethings different— a shift in the atmosphere as you fidget in your seat and you want to squeeze your eyes closed when you watch it slow. you bury yourself into your seat, hoping this is just another prank— you don’t even know the guy, he’s in one of your classes you’re sure of it, but he was gross.

your spiralling train of thought is interrupted abruptly with the next cheer from the room, urging you to peek open your eyes before you see gojo standing over you with a grin. “what’s this? looks like you’re up, you excited?” excited isn’t exactly the word you’d use for the bile you can feel turning in your stomach, so you shrug.

your partner approaches you just as the taller man manages to pull you to stand and you’re suddenly reminded of how much you’d drank earlier again. but his presence gives you a suddenly uneasy feeling when his eyes are already settled on your chest. you can basically smell the testosterone from him when he reaches out his hand; you don’t take it though.

“you’re not chickening out, right? you don’t have to be so disappointed it’s not me.” gojo goads quietly as he leans over you from behind, his hands resting on your shoulders before he’s leading you along the path you’ve already watched so many walk down before. you can feel the crowd of footsteps behind you, pumping fists and the lidded gaze of the random dude you’re about to be stuffed in the closet with for 7 minutes of hell.

you should’ve just waited on megumi with that water.

you take a slow inhale before you slap at gojo’s hands where they hold you, although they don’t budge. your fists clench when the guy infront of you takes another step in your direction and you sway to look at him, his palm already on the door knob and you wonder if you ran fast enough, you’d be able to outrun him.. maybe.. not.

“party’s over.”

the sound booms from the entry way to the frat just as the door to the closet barely opens and despite the way you almost jump out of your skin— you’ve never been so relieved to see the crowds around you thin suddenly. even the snowy haired ‘game master’ behind you only manages out an amused chuckle, before he’s trying to control the sudden panic.

you don’t realise how much gojo was supporting you until you almost drop as he lets go, but the suddenly tight grip of your closet partners hands on your hips sobers you even more when they grab at you. the sudden contact makes you shriek, earning you the attention from the looming figure in the doorway who’s suddenly making his way towards you both.

you push the unwarranted touch from your figure before he’s sliding his way to stand just infront of you, shielding you from the man that stops across from you both with a pissed off expression on his features. but you still can’t help but find yourself looking at him anyway.

the stretch of the tight fabric of his shirt across his chest is sinful, hugging along the thick cut muscle while the black sleeves cut across his biceps. his sweats hug at his waist, wrapped around his thighs and the floor creaks underneath the weight of him with every heavy step he takes towards you, emphasised by the combat boots he wears.

he doesn’t wear uniform, as if — fushiguro toji was campus security, even though he doesn’t look like the kind of guy who you’d expect to follow any sort of order.

“out.” toji grunts, dark gaze cutting through the asshole beside you as his flashlight presses into the middle of his chest, before he whistles sharply when he doesn’t move.

the silence between the three of you is deafening but that only seems to make the man mirroring you both smirk before he’s taking another step— pushing himself intimidatingly close to your once closet partner as he grits his teeth.

“you need an escort? i aint gentle.” that’s what finally gets the dude infront of you moving, clicking his tongue before he’s pushing his way past security— trying to atleast, he barely moves when he’s pushed against, almost taking the guy who tried it out as he makes his way past.

the disappointed man, i was just about to get some you hear as he leaves makes you roll your eyes before you go to follow suit. only stopped suddenly by the hard press of the palm that pushes into you to stop you from moving.

“woah, nuh ugh—not. you.” toji’s voice sounds lowly as he looks at you, and you suddenly feel hot underneath his gaze, still a little tipsy and like a baby deer trying to take its first step. although you cant say that’s entirely the alcohol, not when you can feel his sharp gaze cut through you as he steps infront of you once more.

he’s intoxicating— no, you’re not thinking straight.

“mr fushiguro?” you breathe despite the way your lungs tremble with the exhale, chest suddenly too tight with the way it almost presses against his own. you’re acutely aware of the sudden proximity and the haze in your mind, of just how little effort it would take to reach out and trace every single cut muscle underneath your palms — to feel the way they move underneath your touch.

but the sinful thought is drowned out the moment toji answers, low and ragged as he shoots you a crooked grin.

“i aint your teacher, sweetheart.” another shameless sweep of his eyes over your figure, taking their time along the push and pull of your breasts and hips and he’s never felt fucking better about not choosing to be some prick in a shirt and tie.

he’d have had you on every desk in his classroom right now.

“what’re you doing?” you cut off his thoughts as toji’s lips downturn slightly, more of a scowl on his features but you’re pretty sure that was the face he always wore around the school. it looks better tonight.

“my damn job.” he answers bluntly and you know he’s pretty good at it when you realise how much the hallway seems to have cleared compared to a few moments ago. although you’re sure he could probably find some students in a few hiding places around the frat if he really tried. but he seems preoccupied.

“uh.. i better leave too.” you try but you take note of the way toji doesn’t seem to move from your path, his eyes are still on you and if anything they only seem to narrow even more before he grins.

“hah? don’t let me ruin your little game, princess.” his voice sounds deeper now and you swear your legs almost buckle underneath you when you feel his hand leave you suddenly. but his reflexes are fast when he chooses to steady you against him this time instead.

you feel toji’s fingers press their way underneath your chin as he casts you a lustful glance, one that you think seems a little misplaced considering both of your positions. he tilts you up to meet his gaze and you can’t help yourself, your body moves on it’s own when you lean into the touch— it only seems to spur him on though.

it makes you shudder the way he looks over you, examining all of your features like he’s a hunter getting a last look at his pray before he pounces. you want to speak, to insist it’s probably about time you got home— but as soon as your lips part to speak, he beats you to it.

“or how about we play one of my own, instead?“

toji’s unhinged and moving you so easily, all sharp edges and rough lines and exceeding the kind of dominance he holds over everything else in his life. you feel like you’re a beat behind of what’s happening because suddenly the closet doors open, and the impact of the palm that comes down heavy on your ass a few moments later is enough to get you moving without a second thought.

“w-what’re you doing? i thought you were working.” you gasp, barely audible, like your morals are now finally deciding to pipe up just as the door closes and it’s just you two in the suffocatingly small space.

“think i give a shit? i ain’t getting paid for this. i’m off the clock.” the air between you both is shared— the closet is tiny, forcing you to almost press up against toji entirely just so you can stand straight, there’s a washing machine in the corner and a few cleaning supplies that you’re sure have never been used.

you feel something throb in your lower stomach when you feel his rough palms trace up your hips, squeezing at the skin before he’s forcing you to switch places with him— strong arms turning you so easy until you’re back is pressed tight against the closet door as he curls over you.

your lips part to speak but any barely formed words die on your tongue when it’s cut off by a heavy roll of his hips against yours, flipping your skirt and letting you feel the hard press of his clothed cock against your skin. your hands grab at his biceps to steady yourself, but it only seems to make your want burn hotter as you squeeze at the thick muscle, whimpering when he angles your hips upwards so he can feel the heat from your intimate skin.

“you’ll get in trouble.” you manage, although it comes out as more of a squeak than a plea,

“don’t act like i’m holdin’ you here, princess.” toji’s got a point as he grits his teeth, feeling the length of him throb against your clothed cunt as he grazes himself along the outline of your folds. you’re making no attempts to stop him despite the way you should, you could be kicked out of school— he’d lose his job, but when you feel the blunt head of his cock catch suddenly on your puffy clit, you don’t seem to care about anything else as you grab at him.

your legs twitch as you crumble beneath him, thankful for the strong grip he’s got on your hips as he pushes you up against the door behind you. you can barely think with the way he rolls into you, making your hips and ass clap against the cool wood— the sound echoing through the room and the hallway too most likely.

you try to meet toji’s thrusts with needy little ones of your own, pulling a low, long groan from the man standing over you before he’s sending you a dark look from underneath his hair.

“fuck—y’re real greedy for it now.” you can almost feel every detail of his cock as his fingers squeeze almost painfully into your hips, allowing him to take back control as he drags you along the length of him. his movements are messy and rough, feeling the thick shaft graze through the intimate space in your thighs as he ruts almost ruthlessly into the now damp fabric of your panties.

“lift your leg up.” toji groans, orders as he steps away to tap at your thigh and you’re so eager to obey despite the way your body’s screaming for you to run. you’re pretty sure he had a kid your age, heard a few rumours around campus but they all ended there— you were never too interested in the life of your campus security guard. until now anyway.

but you feel dazed, your movements driven by pure lust as you prop yourself up against the doorway, allowing the huge man infront of you to move you to his will as he slots himself back between your legs.

it’s filthy the way toji grabs at your thigh, squeezing at the skin before he’s hooking it around his hips — messily ripping at the fabric of your panties with a steady hiss. “this is in the way.” he grumbles to himself as he struggles with the thin fabric, opting to rip it entirely before he’s fishing his own cock out the constraints of his sweats.

he doesn’t take it out completely, only enough for you to be able to feel the weight of it as it smears pre-cum along the inside of your thighs, his hand on your skin tightening slightly. you finally feel his cock twitch against you — the first sting of sexual freedom makes you arch, yearning when you let your eyes sweep over the thick curve of him before he readjusts himself to line up.

you’re already a puddle of mewls and whines when you feel his shaft graze across your slick folds, pressing the weight of him between them as he grinds into you. “‘ts fuckin’ soaked already.” toji groans as he takes in the sight of you under him, your shoulders pressed back against the door as he pulls your hips up into him and rubs his cock into you.

you send him a doe-eyed look, one that’s still a little clouded from the shots and you’re basically begging for him to fuck you— thighs twitching when he grazes over your clit with a wet tacky sound. “you tryna suck me in already, impatient little brat.”

you’re not even prepped but you’ve never wanted someone more than you do at this moment, you’re hips twitch up into him and that’s all it takes for toji to finally part your folds and sink into your twitching cunt with a long, low growl.

the way he talks you through it is filthy, like it’ll help him fit even though he’s about to make it regardless — pressing and pushing you against the wood behind you like he’s trying to consume you entirely.

another deep, rough press of his hips and you can barely breathe from where toji’s got you pressed into his chest, spread out around him as he drives his movements with the weight of his body behind them.

his hands are relentless where they grab at your ass, pulling you apart and you can already feel the ache under his grip, sure to leave a mark as you bite on your lower lip with another weighted, heavy thrust into you. his large palms drag your hips down onto his cock as your body shakes — lips parting to moan as your fingers twist in the fabric of his black shirt.

you can’t think with the way the blunt head pushes past every nerve along your walls, pleasure heightened and throbbing to have him deeper — you think the adrenaline has you more sensitive than usual. toji picks up on that, on the way your thigh desperately tries to hug his hips to pull him closer despite the sting, until finally hes bottoming out and with a low grunt and a seedy, smug smirk as he looks over you.

you’re surprised he even gives you anytime to breathe as his hips rest tight against yours, feeling one of his rough hands trace along your chest before he’s tightening it around your jaw and urging you to look up at him. “atta girl. keep those eyes on me, princess.” he growls and the low sound makes your long lashes flutter and kiss along your cheeks before he nods.

the way toji drags his cock out of you is slow, wet after he’s given you a few moments to get used to the thick spread of him, the draw back of his hips feels like it lasts forever until only the blunt head remains.

you look up at him and that’s when his lips are on yours, just as the slap of his hips back into you almost takes all of the air from your lungs as he greedily drinks up your moans. the way he kisses is you is rough but his pace doesn’t let up, you can feel the shadow of stubble on his features— dragging along your skin as he fucks you, driving his hips into yours, against the closet door like an animal.

toji’s pelvis presses tight against your slick folds with every wet connection of his hips as he swirls them into you, the pace he’s set is relentless— you can barely keep up, only opting to dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders to keep yourself from melting entirely.

“shit—so goddamn tight, can barely move.” he grumbles against you before he pulls away from your lips and it feels like you can barely breathe with how deep he feels, pressed tight against the sensitive spots inside of you as your only supporting leg shakes with its attempt to keep you steady.

toji’s pace is quick and intense but it only seems to grow heavier, body jolting as he digs his cock up into your pussy and you’re glad he managed to clear most of the hallway earlier. although you’re convinced the sound of how well he’s fucking you is probably echoing through the whole frat anyway, you’re just hoping the music helps to atleast drown you out.

“f-fuck! please, keep going.” you gasp and fuck— does he love having a pretty, little young thing like you screaming on the end of his cock. it makes something smug burn in his abdomen as he lets his hands burn their way along your figure, pawing and palming at all the skin he can reach as you moan all pretty for your campus security.

toji’s hands squeeze at your hips once more before he’s angling you up again, forcing you up onto your tip toes as he pushes himself even deeper into you. “yeah? you never felt a real cock or somethin’ before, princess?” he’s pressing up against the swollen spots inside of you and all you can do is take everything he gives you, nodding so pliantly as you babble and gasp out his name between quick breathes.

“i’ll make sure you never want another one ‘cept mine.” he grunts again, lower this time and your eyes almost roll back as your head begins to spin with pleasure. you’ve never felt a man like this before, you weren’t inexperienced but nobody had ever filled you up like he had— his cock easing you to stretch around him like your body was moulded to it.

“don’t want another one, want more.. please!” you gasp and it’s insane the way it makes toji’s huge body shudder against you— pressing you even tighter against the door as he pushes his chest into yours.

“that’s more like it, keep that shit comin’” his jaw tightens as he feels your warm walls squeeze around him, like you’re trying to milk him as he splits you open— feeling the heavy weight of his balls clap against your ass as he pushes into you.

the air in the rooms feels thicker now, you feel too hot for your skin but you can’t get enough with the heat he seems to bury deep inside of you. every movement is needy and wild, making your pussy throb when he buries his face into the crook of your neck— biting down on the skin there as he groans into you.

you feel toji’s palm squeeze at your thigh once more and you’re sure it’ll bruise this time as he hikes it up higher, the new angle only fanning the flames of your orgasm as you feel it spark along your veins. he knows your close, he can feel it in the way your moans are coming as quick, puffed out gasps— your pussy squelching even louder around him with every heavy thrust, making a mess along your thighs and his skin. he’s digging the orgasm out of you as he pulls back to give you a dangerous sort of look.

“fuck—where you want it? i aint tryna have another kid, princess.” he grits despite the way the ringing in your ears almost drowns him out, he’s already thickening and throbbing inside of you— on the edge of the pleasure that he’s earned from an eager little thing like you.

“just inside, p-please.. don’t want you to pull out.” you can barely form your words before your orgasm hits you so fast and so good that it almost hurts as your toes curl, you swear you see white in the otherwise dark room. your fingers move to claw along toji’s biceps as you cream around his cock and the fucked little image of you, a pretty little student leaving a mess all over his cock almost defeats him as his fist slams into the wood behind you.

“greedy brat.” he hisses but he doesn’t stop despite the way you’re shaking beneath him, so drunk on pleasure that you can barely keep your eyes open and you’re gasping with every shockwave of bliss his thrusts send through you. his groans vibrate around the small room, echoing from somewhere deep inside of his chest as he throbs inside your soaked cunt, against the trembling plush feel of your walls around him.

toji’s pace stutters when his pelvis brushes against your puffy clit, just enough to have you squeezing tight around him. the milking compression of your walls making him curse before he groans sharp at the cream that pools around the base of his cock, catching on the dark hair along the base of him.

“real pain in the ass.” he grits out with the next unforgiving push of his hips before he cums, thick and heavy inside of you as he feels your nails drag lines across the broad expanse of his shoulders and back underneath his shirt. he’s slurring curses, low and ragged, as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt and you can barely breathe with how sensitive you feel, how full as he almost pins you to the door completely.

but toji continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy, until he’s breathing heavy and peeling himself away from you with a grumble.

“fuck sake.” he groans as he takes a step back, easing himself away from you as he rests your leg back onto the ground lightly. the silence is heavy as you both catch your breath, neither of you talking as he tucks himself back into his sweats and pulls up the hem of his shirt to wipe some off the sweat that’s gathered along his forehead. but you get a free show to the muscles hidden underneath atleast.

“thanks for earlier, by the way. that guy was weird.” you decide to speak first, although now you feel a little more unsteady than before as you lean most of your weight back against the door behind you.

“just doin’ my job, princess.” toji answers, his voice unwavering and despite the way clarity has finally got its grip on you again— only leaving you in the dreamy, blissful head space from your orgasm. you still don’t think it’s quite sunk in that you’ve just fucked campus security in the closet at a frat party.

“why break up a party if you’re off shift?” you try again and you watch the man infront of you stretch out his muscles as he tucks back in his shirt, but he still glances your way when he answers.

“it’s fuckin’ loud. you saying you’re not glad i did?” you shrug at that, not really sure what else to say as toji pushes himself towards you once more. he taps at your hip as a means to move you, making you suddenly aware of your exact location and the owners of the frat house that may still be creeping around outside. they live here after all.

“gimme a few minutes to do my job then go home. see ya around.” he drawls before he’s patting at his legs— eventually reaching into his back pocket after a few seconds and pulling out what you’d assume was his wallet. you watch him intently, barely propped up against the washing machine in the corner before he’s handing you a $20 bill.

“take this. since you couldn’t help yourself earlier, you got somethin’ to deal with now.” toji allows himself another look at you as his gaze lingers over your figure, watching the way your hand comes up to take the cash from between his fingers.

“uh.. thanks.” your voice is quieter now, but fuck— does it makes his cock twitch regardless. but he takes that as his queue to leave before he ends up in this shitty closet with you all night. he’s sure he could find out your classes for the next round, not like he’s a prick in a shirt and tie, right?

“if you ever need a party broken up, you know where to find me, princess.”

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violetarks · 15 days

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"i like you, i like you, i like you!"

show: alien stage

characters: till, ivan, luka

summary: in an attempt to make the new season of alien stage even more riveting, the pr team has decided to stage a relationship between you and one of the other contestants. despite it all being for show, can you two really keep it strictly business?

warnings: g/n! reader,, fake dating lmao, till has never seen someone else's back before, LUKA IS 30-YEARS-OLD????, you two share a room in till and ivan's, luka is condescending in his

↣ till

flashing lights from cameras and yells to 'look over here' are tiring to you now. while you were accustomed to it, being a model and all, you found this limelight to be much different. 'alien stage' wasn't like your job. and your guardian seemed far less hesitant to sign away your life than you would've hoped.

you hooked your arm around till's, standing in front of the back drop with 'alien stage' written in patterns on it. your 'boyfriend' was never one for this kind of thing, whereas it was your specialty. putting on a gentle smile and standing still for the audience was all you were made out to be. till couldn't help but squirm beside you, hands in his pockets and his face scrunched up in irritation.

"this freakin' sucks." he grumbles to you as more yells go out to you two and the other contestants.

"we'll be back in our rooms in a few minutes." you retort, not sparing at look at him. you only slide your arm to rest against his hip, pulling him taut against your side.

he squeaks, feeling his face heat up at the touch. but at the empty look in your eyes and the faux smile, he groans, placing his own arm around your shoulders lazily.

a reporter begs you forward, and one of the pr managers nods at you. you sigh softly, leading till towards them. they speak in a different tongue, and the tablet they provide give you real-time translations, showing up in holograms. a camera is shoved into your face and till scoffs, pushing it further from him.

"how long have you two been together for?"

"four months." you respond, brain reading off a script. you look to till, who suddenly looks back at you. your smile is superficial, but you hold his arm with urgency. "isn't that right?"

"yeah." he replies shortly.

"how have you been encouraging each other for this season?"

"we practice every day together." you say, tilting your head a little. your signature smile earns some more camera flashes. till can barely see, making his cover his vision with a hiss.

"any fear that you two might be facing each other?"

you freeze up for a moment, swallowing your nerves. you're running through every line possible, what was the answer? did you remember what you needed to say? why were you now drawing a blank? "well, thats—"

till drags you by your arm, taking you way from the reporter before scoffing out, "not a chance."

the walk down the carpet, behind mizu, sua and ivan, consisted of more flashes and calls. you don't answer them, only walking beside till and grinning at every reporter you see. this brand deal with some few names depended on you. meanwhile, till was showing them all his index finger, mouthing curse words at everyone who looked his way.

you have your arm around his waist again, and he wraps his around your shoulder. you look to him for a split second to see him already looking at you.

the doors close behind you two as you enter your shared room. two beds, two bathrooms, pretty much two different bedrooms, just meshed into one. till's one is to the left, and he flops onto it, not even bothering to rid himself of his clothes. you, on the other hand, open your closet.

"thanks." you say, breaking the silence as you unbutton your top.

till lifts his head to see you facing your closet instead of him. the sight of your bare back makes his face the ceiling again, red face. you don't notice, instead continuing to change into comfortable clothes.

"it's nothin'." he retorts, hands behind his head as he rests on his bed. you let out a hum, pulling a shirt over your head to cover your stomach. he finally looks back to you. "you don't get tired of all these questions, or do you just like hearing your own voice?"

he's been like this ever since you were little, teasing you and all. while you entertained him, teasing him back, you grew older and soon lost that part of you when you were adopted into the real world. till would rarely see you after that, only on billboards. it would be a lie to say that one of the few reasons he didn't oppose to joining alien stage is to see you again.

he doesn't know whether you feel the same about him. he can't tell from the way you act with him in public, all clingy and happy, compared to how you are in private. have you always been this distant?

"of course i get tired." you reply, changing into your sweatpants. your head hurts. "but they think it's better if i talk than if you do."

"tch." he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as you close your closet door, "whatever..."

you go quiet again, rubbing your face, as you hear till get up from his bed. you continue to get ready for bed and you assume he's going to change his clothes and do the same as he ruffles through his closet. but after a few seconds you come back into the room, he's laying on your bed, resting his head upon your pillow. you look to him as you turn off the bathroom light.

"what? 's cold." he's wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts.

"right." you scoff, shaking your head. you blink at him, slight smile on your lips with upturned brows. he furrows his own brows and pout his lips as he turns to the wall. your stupid face...

you turn off the lights to your shared room, sliding into the bed. you can hear till's breathing and how he swallows his nerves. his back is nearly touching your shoulder. it wasn't a small bed, a queen size, but till was laying right in the middle and you didn't like being right against the edge. you face the ceiling, listening to him.

he doesn't know what to do. he's slept in your bed with you before. it always feels the same; it's always awkward. this is the closest he ever gets to you.

till is more than surprised when he feels your hands snake around his waist, pulling yourself to mold against him. your warm transfers to his back and your legs nudge against his. with your head against his shoulder, he's sure that you can hear his pacing heart.

"are you still cold?" you question, breath hitting the back of his neck. he shivers in your arms, making you hold him a little more taut against him. "i, uh... i don't want you to get sick."

"n—no." he stammers, breathing heavier. he's staring into the faded outline of the bedside table with your lamp and your headphones, trying to calm his heart. "thank you. you feel nice."

"really?" you hum out, hair tickling his neck. your lips brush against his skin at how close you are to him.

he shivers again and he mutters out, "sh—shut up! go to sleep!"

you go quiet after that, and till almost believes you listened to him. but your sudden movement to sit up behind him makes him turn his head to face you. except he catches the outline of your face, leaning close to his own. he has no time to react before you're pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

he's still, unable to move at how close you are to him. your chest is pressed against his, hand on the other side of the bed. till holds his breath, eyes wide as you barely kiss him.

when you pull away, he's staring at your figure. he doesn't know how you really feel, but maybe it's similar to how he does. before you can say anything, till's arms are wrapping around your neck and pulling you down.

you lay on your side, facing till and he hugs you to his chest. he's on his side as well, nose buried in your hair as he squeezes his eyes shut. due to your position, you can hear his heartbeat pumping as fast as it can. you chuckle, pulling your arms around him and feeling him shiver.

you chuckle, hugging him again, "goodnight, till."

"night, y/n." he sighs out. you were too much.

↣ ivan

"another photoshoot?" you sigh, looking away from the city-scape in your window. ivan, with his arms crossed against the wall, nods his head. you roll your eyes, eyes to the window again. "i'm not going."

"there's no debate." he retorts, shaking his head. he lifts himself from his position, moving to the clothes set on your separate beds. unzipping the bag, he sees the dark red material inside. this was just for the public view, not for the shoot itself. still, it was so... 'out there'.

you look at him, knit brows. "are you being serious?"

"you better hurry, we have to be at makeup in thirty minutes." he tells you, unbuttoning his collared shirt, "you don't want them to drag you out, do you?"

you click your tongue, getting up from your chair and marching towards your bed. ivan followed your movements with his eyes, turning to see you still annoyed as you roughly open the clothes. "stupid brand deals... why are you so freakin' popular, ivan?"

he sighs at your question, looking at you with pointed eyes, "you always complain."

you glare back at him before you both turn around and start changing. it's not long before you're ready and you have to be escorted by the guards to your photoshoot with some new designer brand. the ride down in the glass elevator shows you the crowd outside waiting for your arrival. the guards in front of you shield you from the flashes as soon as you land on your floor and walk outside.

ivan holds his head up high, showing a soft smile and waves at the fans and paparazzi. he wasn't afraid of the fame, it was just a product of how hard work. glancing down at you, he sees how you glare at the floor, clutching at the fabric around your wrist.

he internally groans, slipping a hand through yours and tugging you to stand closer to him. you make a small noise, bumping shoulders with him. "just relax." he whispers to you, giving you a smile that makes you feel a bit belittled, "we'll be in our ride soon. smile."

you glare at him a little before squeezing his hand, turning to the cameras and giving your most comfortable smile possible right now. with both you and ivan showing off your faces, the flashes doubled. it blinds you, and you're almost thankful for the car taking you to your photoshoot as it separates you from the public.

"ugh." you grunt, rubbing your eyes after dropping ivan's hand, "i'm gonna' lose my sight. i'm... i'm actually crying from how bright their lights are."

he glances at you, leaning his arm against the window. you were literally tearing up from the bright lights. ivan raises a brow before reaching forward towards you with his free hand.

"you're fine, stop whining." he huffs, brushing your tears with his thumb. he begs you to look at him, fingers guiding your chin to face him. you drop your own hands from your face, showing your irritated face. "don't look at me like that."

"i'm not doing anything." you claim with the same expression, letting him hold your face in his hand now. he was somewhat warm, even with the gloves he was wearing.

"right." he hums to you, bringing you closer. you let out a scoff as you shift closer to him, one hand grasping at his wrist and the other pressed against the cushion of the seat. your loose hold on him doesn’t do much.

ivan can feel your cheeks heat up under his touch, but your annoyed look stays. “don’t ruin your pretty face like that.”

you blink at him before pulling away, clicking your tongue, “shut your mouth.”

he watches as you face the window, crossed arms. it was cute how you played this act no matter what. ivan knows when people like him, it’s a skill he had acquired from being so popular. and he knows that you don’t hate him.

when getting into the photoshoot, ivan walks in front of you, having been here a thousand times before. the other individuals of all different space races stop to stare at you. ivan’s partner. you’ve never had a photoshoot done before.

you hold into the edge of ivan’s sleeve, walking close with him. you look around at everyone, accidentally bumping into ivan’s back for the lack of attention you were paying. he’s talking to who is probably the director, explaining to him what was going to happen. you understand very little, but you hear your name and suddenly feel another hand on your elbow.

“ivan.” you mutter out, now clutching onto his hand tightly. he looks back to you and the stylist asking you to come along. you look scared, not wanting to go alone.

he talks to the director for a moment before nodding at you. “let’s go. we have an hour before the shoot begins.” he says, holding your hand gently and leading you to the change rooms.

you are given your outfit not long after, the stylist setting up a divider so you can have privacy. ivan sits on the sofa on the other side, leg over his knee and an arm resting on the back of the couch as he waits for you.

when he hears you stop shuffling around, he listens closely. “ivan…?” you call quietly.

“i’m here.” he retorts. he watches as you step out from the divider and show your outfit. it fit you nicely, you looked breath-taking, yet you stand there nervously. he stands, clearing his throat and walking over to you. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he finds himself staring. “it looks good.”

you look at yourself in the mirror. “i don’t know.”

he stands behind you, peering at your expression in the mirror. “you look amazing.”

you stare at him for a moment before you sigh, “okay. you can go ahead—“

ivan presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away slowly. he doesn't know what came over him, he's never acted out like this. but you were just so captivating in that moment, how could he not kiss you?

you seem just surprised as he feels. you turn to face him, palm resting against where he kissed you.

“ivan—!” you mumble out, your face unbearably hot. he smiles a little before the stylist and makeup artist come in.

they talk with ivan for a moment before handing him his outfit and gesturing to the divider. he gives you a nod before you are whisked away to a joint room, where your makeup would be done.

your eyes never leave ivan, not until he goes behind the divider. and now you have to sit and get your makeup done while your mind is running.

↣ luka

he loves the attention he got on stage. the way his singing was appreciated was like nothing he had ever gotten. the press was always on luka, being a past alien stage winner. and since you were assigned as his partner, that meant all eyes were on you too.

you knew who he was, he was all over the billboards and the tv back at home. you were surprised when you saw him in real life, and even more-so when you found out that you were going to be his 'partner' in order to up the popularity in alien stage's new season.

sure, you had your fair share of popularity as well, but did that really make you the best candidate for this task? at first you were afraid of messing it up, but now? you wish they would fire you.

"singing is everything, y/n." luka says to you, watching as you put the mic back on its stand.

the stadium is nearly empty, which is perfect for you and luka as it was time for the both of you to practice and the stage was the best place. however, you despised the camera crew that had to come along. luka was in the middle of filming this documentary based off the behind the scenes of his shows. since alien stage was his most recent, and you happened to have struck a deal with the producers, that meant you were also going to be in this.

you glance at the camera as it zooms in on luka, sitting in the chair directly in front of the stage. he continues on, "you need to practice those runs, sweet thing. we don't want to be pitchy, now, do we?"

you want to throw the mic stand at his stupid face. he was so condescending, showing off his fake smile as if to lighten the blow of saying you were 'pitchy'. you click your tongue, masking your irritation with a nod of your head.

"good." he replies, clapping his hand, "now, shall we take it from the top?"

you internally groan at him. he had made you run through the song three times already, and it wasn't dwelling well on you. "why don't you start practicing, luka? my voice is about to give out." you offer, rubbing your throat.

he thinks for a moment before looking to the camera. "i suppose i can show off a little now." he sends a wink, as if to swoon anyone watching. you roll your eyes and head off the stage.

the camera pans to the both of you in the single frame. luka hands you your drink bottle, standing from the seat and allowing you to rest on it. as you sit down, you stretch your neck, closing your eyes.

luka reaches a hand around and cradles the back of your head. it's supposed to be comforting, but the feeling of the camera on you makes it the opposite. he has this dazed look in his eyes when he stares at you. a few seconds later, he seems to snap back to reality, opting to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead. "rest up, my star."

you watch as he gets up on the stage, fixing the microphone to his height. luka begins his warm-ups and vocal runs, and the camera suddenly turns to you.

"what do you have to say about luka's singing?" the director asks you.

"he's talented for sure." you respond, opening your drink bottle, "he knows what he's good at and excels at it. luka's got a beautiful singing voice and he uses it very well. like his falsetto, not many male contestants can hit his notes comfortably. he uses that to his advantage."

the camera lingers on you as you turn back to luka, who has started his music up.

it was all from a script, luka had given you clear instructions to say those things. you were hesitant at first, thinking you should be honest, but after seeing how strict it was that luka have a good reputation, you decided it was best just to listen to him. in return, he said he would hold back on the passive-aggressiveness. that seemed like a lie now.

an hour or so later, the others leave, claiming that they had more than enough footage for the day. it was good to leave you two alone to practice, not having to act with the cameras up.

you sit on the edge of the stage, utterly exhausted with your legs dangling on the edge. your drink bottle is beside you, and you gulp the rest of it down. luka stretches his back as he stands up from the chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

"well done, maybe you have a chance of winning this." he claims, walking towards you, "don't worry, just do your best, lovely."

he comes to stand in between your legs, hands on top of both of your knees. you glance at him finally, raising a brow. he was being somewhat nice to you, despite there being no cameras on around you. you give one last look around the stadium. "y'know there's no cameras. you can drop it."

luka grins, tilting his head. "i'm not acting, good-looking. you don't think i'm telling the truth?"

the smile he has on his face tells you the opposite. he has that look on his face when he's playing around or when he's trying to seem like a charmer to the audience. you've seen luka when he's not like this. you've seen him lash out, frustrated and on the brink of tears. and you've seem him in a way that just looks blank. this facade he carries around annoys you to the core, because you know nobody else has seen this side of him. they think he's a prince.

"you never compliment me out of the good of your heart." you reply, glaring at him a little. he raises a brow.

he holds your chin in his hand, bringing you closer to him. with a small grunt, you obey, furrowed brows. "such an adorable thing like you shouldn't be thinking that way." he claims, smiling at how annoyed you are, "i just love seeing you flustered."

you push his hand away from you, closing your eyes. "shut up, luka."

he doesn't reply to you which is odd. opening your eyes again, you see that he looks almost upset at what you say. at the kicked puppy expression, you go to apologise when luka suddenly leans forward, capturing your lips against his own.

you freeze up, blinking in surprise at his actions. you let his hand go and luka rests it against your neck, pulling you closer towards him. you ultimately melt against luka, reaching a hand to his chest and clutching his shirt. you begin to kiss back without thinking. his lips are cold, much like his fingers are, but with your warmth they heat up.

it lasts only a few seconds before he pulls away, letting go of your neck and resting his hand against yours on his chest. he sees your stunned expression and chuckles, "i'm sorry, love, am i too much for you to handle? you look the cutest when you're all confused like this."

you cover your face, all about embarrassed now. "luka...!"

he laughs some more, bringing you closer and cradling you against him as you sit on the stage. you're so humiliated, how could he catch you like that?

regardless, you slip your hands from between the two of you and hug his waist. while luka might play this game for the publicity and his reputation, you couldn't say the same. you hate to admit it, but in this world, it's nice to have someone who holds you like this. even if it is someone like luka.

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keikikait · 18 days

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ᴄᴀꜱᴜᴀʟ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader (not au, reader is early to mid 20's)

word count: 2.3k

summary: you're gojo's safe space after long, hard battles.

warnings: angsty (ish), gojo plays with the reader's emotions, reader is naïve, suggestive but no outright smut, not proofread

a note: will i ever write gojo normally?

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Everything is a routine with him.

From how he gets ready, to how he goes to work, he has a strict and set routine. He needs order, he needs to be in control because if he isn’t in control he fails. He becomes weak. Vulnerable.

You’re no exception to his need for control. He comes to you after every fight, unscathed but angry, stressed, and exhausted. And he expects you to be right where he left you, waiting for him. You never know when he’ll show up, expecting your open arms and a warm bed. You sometimes stay up all night, waiting by the door, getting up to check out the peephole over and over again, because maybe in the last 5 seconds, he appeared outside your front door. You would sometimes sleep in the genkan, curled up in a ball leaning against your shoe closet, just in case.

Satoru would knock three times before barging into your apartment if you didn’t open the door fast enough. He didn’t have a key, he didn’t want one, and you had replaced your front door too many times now. He wouldn’t speak, just push himself into your apartment, and pin you to the wall. He would kiss you sometimes if you were good and if you begged enough. He didn’t like kissing, to him it was a form of attachment. He would never get attached to you, and you knew this. You weren’t Geto. You never had a chance to be with him. It was just casual, with no attachments.

You always held him after a fight. He would bury his face in your neck, clinging to you, his legs trapping your body against his chest as he relaxed in your embrace. You were his safe space after dealing with work, fighting curses, anything. You were his in these gentle moments, sitting in silence, rubbing his back while a TV show played in the background, hoping that this time he would say something to you, anything. He never did. It drove you crazy, your thoughts of self-doubt eating you alive, wondering if you were good enough at all. You felt like a piece of meat he would cut chunks off of before shoving you back into the depths of the freezer. Gojo was using you; holding you close and breathing in the scent of the perfume he bought you before escalating the situation, melting you with soft kisses and little whispers, and before you knew it he was buried inside of you to the hilt. You would make love in your bedroom all night. It was euphoric in some strange way. He would cum inside before standing up and redressing, not even bothering to throw you a towel. He was so casual, smirking down at you before giving you a pat on the cheek and leaving your apartment, and then your routine would start all over again.

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You had spent your evening preparing for his arrival. You knew he was fighting something, someone, but you didn’t know who. You decided to call him, phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder as you tidied up your bedroom, putting all of your clothes into your hamper. He didn’t answer. He never does. You started to wonder why you even had his number in the first place. You forget about it, setting your phone aside as you continue to clean. You almost went to bed this time. You wipe your hands on a dishtowel, walking past the genkan when you hear three, hard knocks on your front door. You quickly spin on your heel, unlocking the door and pulling it open right before Gojo decides to start kicking it in.

Your eyes land on him. You can tell he’s already furious the moment he crosses the threshold, his gaze sharp and intent. Gojo walks farther into your apartment while you slam the door shut, your eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. You can see him swallow hard, a tic appearing on his neck as the tension in his body is almost palpable. The two of you stand a safe distance away from each other, both unsure of what to say. “Why did you call,” he finally asks, his voice cold and formal.

“I wanted to know if you were coming over,” You say softly, almost a whisper.

Gojo looks away, his eyes traveling over the room and then back to you. When he speaks again, there’s a new edge to his tone. “Did you think it was a good idea to interrupt a fight with a hundred-year-old curse?” he asks, sounding amused. Your eyes widen as you realize the implications of that statement. “You distracted me. I lost focus. I almost got the kids killed. Do you know what you’ve done?”

You flinch, your eyes retreating downward. “I didn’t know--”

“You didn’t know?” Gojo says, a hint of irritation now creeping in. “Do you understand what would’ve happened if I lost focus for even a second?” You shake your head, trying to explain that you didn’t mean to call him but he cuts you off before you can get a word in. “You’re a distraction,” he says, the anger clear in his voice. “You’ve always been a distraction.”

“Gojo, I’m sorry,” You say softly, stepping closer to him. “I didn’t mean to.”

He steps away immediately, not letting you get any closer to him. “I know you didn’t mean to,” he says, but there’s no sympathy in his voice. “I never think you mean to when you do things like this, but the fact of the matter is, you always do.” His voice is cold, and you can feel the anger radiating off of him.

After a beat, you speak, “I’m sorry.”

Gojo doesn’t reply immediately. He just stares at you, the anger still burning inside of him. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks again. “I don’t want your apologies,” he says, his tone even colder now. “I don’t need your apologies.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you step closer, “Gojo-”

"Don't." The way Gojo says this one word is like a slap to the face, the way it stops you in your tracks. You freeze, your feet frozen in place as you look at him. A flicker of hurt flashes across his face, but it's gone just as soon as it came, replaced by the coldness and anger again. “Don’t come closer.” He takes a breath, trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. “I want you to understand something,” he says, his voice more even now. “Don’t call me. Ever again. Okay?”

You nod, stepping back.

"And don’t come to my place, either,” he continues, "unless I ask you to. Because every time you show up uninvited...I end up losing focus...and I can't let that happen. Not anymore." His voice is cold and formal like he's giving you instructions rather than making a request. But there's also something else behind that coldness, something that hurts just as much. Does he not want you around anymore? Is he sick of you?

He stares at you for a second before gathering you in his arms and holding you close to his chest. You freeze up. You can feel the beat of his heart against your body as he holds you to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You try to breathe normally, but the air feels strained and shaky, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Gojo doesn't say anything else, just holds you in silence for a moment before placing his head against your neck. He relaxes his grip, but his arms are still around you as if he's afraid to let you go.

You hesitantly reach out and rub his back. Gojo exhales slowly, and you can feel his muscles slowly begin to loosen under your touch. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, more gentle, though there's still an edge to it. "I just need you to know," he says, sounding more vulnerable than you've ever heard him before, "that I care about you. I really do. But..." He trails off, seeming at a loss for words.

“But?” You urge him to finish his sentence.

Gojo sighs, running his fingers through your hair. "But I can't...I can't afford to care about you. Not in the way you want me to," he confesses, sounding pained as he says these words. "Not anymore. Not at the expense of my duty."

You gulp. “We’re just casual, Gojo. You know that.”

His arms tense around you for a moment, and he closes his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know."

"Care about me in your own way," You say, lightly dragging your fingernails down his back.

His breath catches in his throat, and the muscles in his neck tense as you run your nails down his back. He sucks in a deep breath, keeping his eyes closed. "That isn't the issue," he says quietly, his voice unsteady.

“Then what is?” You ask.

Gojo pauses, as if he's trying to collect himself. "The thing is...I care about you too much," he confesses, the words coming out in a rush. "I care about you too much, and I can't allow myself to do that."

“What do you mean?” You ask, although you have an idea as to why he’s feeling this way.

Gojo is quiet for a moment, as if he's choosing his words carefully. "You know that...being in a relationship isn't in the cards for me, right?"

You nod. You’ve heard the tales of Suguru Geto, and you know that he’s truly only ever been the person for Gojo. As hard as you try, and as perfect as you are, you’ll never be Geto. You’ll never mean as much to him as Geto did.

"So, then you know that I can't let myself care too much about you," he continues, his voice steady now. "I can't let myself feel too much. Because if I do, that's when I start to lose focus...when I start to lose myself...and I can't risk that."

You bite your tongue to keep the tears at bay. You always knew this was coming, the day when he started to doubt your relationship, doubt you. He was chewing you up and spitting you out like you were a piece of dried octopus. You had never considered yourself tough. Were you enough for him? Or were you just a stupid, naïve girl for expecting the strongest sorcerer of all to fall for you?

You finally find your voice. "Then don't. It's casual. We're just...friends with benefits. No attachments."

Gojo gives a small laugh, even though there's no humor in it. "Is that right?" he says softly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Then why do you keep calling me? Why did you call me in the middle of a fight, hmm?"

There’s the Gojo you know; condescending. “You know that was an accident.” You whisper.

"Was it?" Gojo asks, his voice still soft but there's an underlying edge to it now. His grip tightens on you. "Or were you trying to get my attention? To distract me?"

“No, I wasn’t trying to distract you.” You say, desperation lacing your voice. “I swear.”

Gojo's eyes narrow, and you can feel his body tense around you as he stares at you. "Prove it," he says simply. "Prove to me that you don't want my attention."

You hesitate, knowing you can’t prove him wrong. You want his attention, you want him to come home to you every night. You try to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Exactly,” Gojo says, the quiet satisfaction in his voice making your blood run cold. “It's in your nature to want to distract me. To want to take my attention away from my duties.” You can feel his grip tighten around you. “You said we were just friends,” he says quietly, his tone almost taunting. “But you don’t act like a friend. You act like you want something more.”

“I just want you,” You admit. “In any way. I just want you, Gojo.”

Gojo stops breathing as you say this, and the silence around the two of you is almost unbearable. His grip on you tightens, and you can feel the heat of his breath on your neck. "Do you mean that?" he finally asks, his voice hoarse and low.

You nod. “You’re all I want.”

Gojo slowly lets out a breath, and you can feel him relax his grip around you. His voice is softer now, the edge gone from it. "Then you need to promise me something," he says, his hand moving up to your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You nod again. “Anything.”

"You'll stop trying to distract me," he says, his voice cold again but with the barest hint of tenderness to it. "You'll stop calling me unless it's an actual emergency. And you'll stop trying to visit me at the school or my apartment. Because I can't afford to let myself care about you." A hint of a smile plays on his lips. "Can you do that for me?"

“Yes,” You say.

His smile widens, and he runs his fingers through your hair, gently pushing back a few strands that had fallen in front of your face. "Good," he says quietly, his tone softer now. "Good girl. Now…” He picks you up, causing you to squeak as he wraps your legs around his waist. “I’ve been waiting all week to taste you. Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want me to lick your little clit? Hmm?”

You nod desperately, letting him take control of you again as he carries you into your room. As he tosses you onto the bed and pulls your pyjama shorts down, you have to remind yourself; it’s just casual.

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billiedeansbitch · 9 months

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𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary: You see her once every few weeks and you make sure to make the most of it.

a/n: look a peace offering for my long absence (lol it's just a few days) anyway work was stressful. I couldn't write shit.

warning/s: cheating. unhealthy relationship. borderline obsession. SMUT. NSFW. mommy kink.

“Aww, you’re such a fucking slut for mommy, and for mommy only. Isn’t that right, baby?” she cooed as her fingertips dug on your cheeks, holding your face in a none gentle way. If speaking was hard, it was only proven to you that nodding your head was way worse than you thought–well, actually, you didn’t think so much ahead, you just wanted to satisfy her.

The shapeshifter laughed at the poor attempt you tried, causing her grip to tightened, the insides of your cheeks dug even more to the point she could feel your skull. You whimpered with pleading eyes.

“Good thing mommy knows exactly what to do with little sluts like you, hmm?” your knees buckled, and even with her leg already wedged in between your thighs, you didn’t think you could still hold yourself against the wall, not knowing how long you could last until she was bored with her games you whined and bucked your hips seeking her touch, thinking she could spare you just this time.

Larissa tsked, removing her leg. Her gaze narrowed at you, lips twitching to a slight smirk, “Oh, are you whining? Is my baby whining? You want mommy’s cock in your pretty, tight pussy, baby?” this time she slammed her leg right back in its previous position, “Say it.” the ache building in between your legs felt too much, and God, Larissa knew you weren’t far from begging her especially with that half-lidded look you were giving her, your chest heaving. You looked feral, so touch starved, and absolutely ready to tear her limbs off. It was amusing.

“Yes...please. Please, mommy.” she leaned, her breath fanning across your face until you could feel it directly on your lips. You squirmed, closing your eyes and letting your lips fall apart. “Do better.” she murmured.

“Bitch”

Smack.

You stared at her, shock written all over your face but it quickly dissipated not giving the total satisfaction, your hand soothing the reddening spot on your cheek. “Now, now, sweetheart don’t be a brat—” she sounded so calm and collected. She had a smile on her lips that meant to mock you, she stepped to your space once more and held your sore cheek, her thumb running over the flesh. “We both know how it will end up for you. You’re lucky mommy’s not in the mood to punish you now but I will certainly keep this in mind. Apologize. Now. ”

It was unhealthy how you both wanted to tear each other off limb by limb yet you were both so intoxicated with one another that you couldn’t keep away from each other. The reality of it all should make you gag and crawl your way to church, pray for your sins and wash off your filth with your tears but you were so deep within your lust and affection for her that none of it seemed to matter.

You apologized. She kissed your forehead, “Don’t do that again. You know it upsets mommy when you talk back to her. Just be my good girl, okay?” while she smoothened your hair away from your face, you couldn’t believe how genuinely tender she appeared to be, how it seemed that the cruel woman she once was was only one of your hallucinations.

You nodded, keeping your mouth firmly shut. She smiled and kissed your cheek, careful not to hurt you.

After that, you parted ways without speaking much. She made her leave first, eyeing the hallway before strutting away leaving you in the dim corner of the closet room, parched for more.

It didn’t take long for you to find a way to be with her again. As soon as she entered the familiar room that was collecting dust for the past couple of weeks, you shoved her on the wall, your hands frantically wandering all over her until they settled on the collar of her dress, your lips never leaving hers. “What took you so long?” you panted, lips detaching from her mouth that she so eagerly tried to chase but you latched onto her neck, she didn’t seem to mind.

She chose not to answer, her hand finding purchase on your hips, pulling your body close to hers. Today, she didn’t mind being the one pinned on the wall, she didn’t mind how your hands were wrinkling her dress as you pushed them up to her hip and fondling her breasts over the fabric and you liked it. You loved it. You craved control.

It was hot, it was messy, none of your actions were calculated like before and she let you suck anywhere you desired, let you bite her skin until a flashy bruise formed. She let you worship her with brutality and she made sure you knew she enjoyed it by moaning right into your ears, a hand fisting on your hair to pull you whenever she needed to kiss you.

When her underwear dropped and it pooled around one ankle, you made a note to scoop it out later, for now you wasted no time running the tips of your fingers along her slit, gathering the thick juice to her clit and massaging the poor little bud until it was swollen and sensitive. Larissa’s breath shallowed, her mouth hanging open as she watched you play with her cunt, one leg wrapped around your waist.

“Fuck me.” she demanded through gritted teeth, grinding her pussy against your fingers, “You forgot your manners, darling? Ask nicely now.” oh, how the tables have turned. Her gaze hardened, and it was enough, you decided it was enough. You plunged three fingers into her, finding her walls to be slick and hot and just immediately clenching around your fingers. She hissed through the pain of the sudden movement. She stilled your wrist once it all disappeared into her.

“What’s the matter now? Can’t take it all in, mommy?” you were truly pushing your luck here…

Instead of answering, she fucking crashed her lips to your lips, it was bruising. You felt her teeth nibbling hard on your poor flesh until she bit you hard. You tasted blood. You retaliated by pumping your fingers, each time you hit her spot. It was her turn to look shocked. Her head was thrown back against the wall exposing the length of her throat, so deliciously tempting you to take a bite. Just a fucking bite. Your stomach tingled.

“Ah yes, yes, fuck!” she was being very vocal now, pulling you closer and closer until you were certain every part of you was pressed onto her. You felt her pulse acessended under your tongue as you lap at her throat, all the way down to her chest and nipping on the swell of her breasts before you took one of those pink buds in your mouth. She cried, urging you to do the same to the other. You happily obliged.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. Yes. Yes, make me cum, baby. Make mommy so proud.” she mumbled against your ears before she pulled you into another kiss. Her cunt felt unbearably full.

She came all over your fingers, her wet, hot slick coating the whole span of your fingers.

When everything settled down, and your breaths returned to normal and both were mentally recollected, the other woman started to fix her dress buttoning it all the way up and straightening her dress. It took her a couple of minutes looking for her underwear. She wasn’t going to wear it, not with all the filth in this room it had probably collected; she just needed it. And there you were, leaning on the opposite wall with her black underwear in your hand. She tried to snatch it away but you were fast to move it away from her.

“Nah-uh, finders keepers.” flashing her one of your most irritating smiles, she rolled her eyes.

“Asshole.”

“Is that the finest insult you could come up with? Or did I just fuck you dumb that it’s the only thing you can remember, darling?”

Larissa chose to ignore you. She knew better than to engage with your after-fuck conversations. But oh, you weren’t quite finished yet, it appeared that you had a lot to say.

“I’m sure he won’t notice you’re missing a piece. He’s not like keeping track of your underwear, right? That would be too creepy.” you chuckled right onto her reddening face.

“You–” she started but never finished when you stepped closer and cupped her pussy, the palm of your hand rubbing hard against her clit. Her hips betrayed her when she voluntarily responded and whimpered. After making sure your fingers were wet enough you pulled it out of her, “Open” and for some unknown reason she did and you shoved your middle and ring finger into her mouth.

“Good girl. Suck it all off, dearest.” from the many times she made you suck her fingers after she fucked you, you now understood where her addiction came from. It felt exhilarating, her tongue running and swirling around your fingers, sucking her own cum off. It was so dirty and fuck, you loved it.

You shared a kiss once more, tasting the salty and sweet essence of her sex.

When she got out, you quickly followed behind, patting your pocket where you hid your precious cargo.

And then you both weren’t so alone anymore. The doors opened and parents piled out of the classrooms together with their sons and daughters, some faces you were familiar with after subsituting, “Honey, where have you been?” a man in his late forties towered over Larissa, he had his hand around her forearm pulling her to the side. “Oh, there was a long line in the restroom. Forgive me, darling.” she placed a hand on his chest and smiled. “What happened to the rest of the presentation?”

You could hear them exchanging words and affectionately touching each other, then she bent down and scooped her son into her arms congratulating him

You knew her son–little Nikki–he was a sweet, bright child. You smiled and waved at him. He waved back. Larissa followed the direction in which her son was looking, so did her husband.

Your eyes met very briefly before she turned, “You did such a great job there, sweetie. Now, where would you like to celebrate?” and just like that, you watched the picture perfect family leave. Not once did Larissa turn to look at you. Something inside you broke.

In the teacher’s lounge, you stared at the coffee in front of you, mentally counting the days until she visited again for a PTA meeting. You knew she would come. It was after all, where you saw her first.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa x reader #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #this one is a little bit cuckoo with a hint of obsession #wednesday netflix

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writemekpop · 11 months

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Double Life | Lee Jeno

Summary: You’re thinking of ending things with your boring boyfriend Jeno – when he confesses that he has a surprising secret life.

Genre: No jam Jeno, he's kinda dumb but he cute, established relationship AU

Word Count: 1.3k

“Okay, okay, Spongebob or Patrick – who would win in a fight?”

Jeno was speaking so animatedly that his dark wavy hair flopped up and down.

“I don’t know, Jeno,” you sighed, walking through the supermarket aisle.

Once again, you wished your boyfriend was… different. Less nerdy. You wished he helped you with the chores, rather than sneaking Froot Loops into the trolley. You kept planning to break up with him… you just never got round to it.

Just then, you heard a gunshot. Your muscles turned to jelly. It had to be a store robbery!

Suddenly, Jeno grabbed your hand and pulled you into a nearby janitor’s closet.

Your bodies were pressed against each other in the dim light. The firm muscle of Jeno’s chest pressed against yours. You’d never noticed how toned he was. You felt heat rush to your face.

“Listen to me, Y/n,” Jeno’s voice was deep, confident… sexy. You’d never heard him talk in this way before.

“What?” you said, heart racing.

“I’m – a secret agent.” Jeno said. “US government.” You blinked. “Sorry?”

“Clandestine operative?”

You frowned.

“Black ops?”

You shook your head.

Jeno huffed impatiently. “Y/n, I’m trying to tell you that I’m a… spy.”

Despite your fear, you laughed. “Jeno! Stop messing around.”

Jeno sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I figured I had to tell you the truth. You’re about to see me use seven different kinds of martial arts.”

A thrill ran through you. Was Jeno – a guy who couldn’t kill a spider on his own – putting his life at risk for the nation?

You heard footsteps approaching the door. Jeno began unbuttoning his shirt. “Now, I don’t mean to surprise you, but I have an idea.”

You nodded, unable to believe your passive boyfriend was finally taking charge.

Just as the door was flung open, Jeno – now shirtless – pulled you into his arms and kissed you with a passion that took your breath away.

There was nothing gentle about this kiss – Jeno pushed your back against the cool concrete, bunching your shirt in his fists. You shivered at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue in your mouth.

“Are you hiding in-“ a voice barked, then fell silent, before suddenly shutting the door again.

You burst out laughing, trying to hush your giggles against Jeno’s neck. He was chuckling, too. “I had a feeling that might surprise him,” Jeno said.

You looked away, suddenly conscious of Jeno’s nakedness. Even though he was your boyfriend, he felt like a stranger today.

Jeno’s hand brushed a stray hair out of your face. “It’s okay. You can look.”

You slowly turned your face, taking in the smooth ripples of Jeno’s tanned stomach, the faint trail of dark hair winding down it. You realised you hadn’t seen Jeno naked in over a year, maybe.

Your heart was heavy. Jeno’s career, Jeno’s body, Jeno’s life – you knew nothing about any of them. It felt like he wasn’t your boyfriend at all.

Jeno’s eyes refused to leave yours. “Everything I do, Y/n – I do it for you. To build a world where we don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

You clutched Jeno’s hand. “Let’s get out of this place before someone comes looking.”

You both crept out into the supermarket aisle… when you were confronted by a masked man holding a gun. “Hey!” he yelled. “We missed one of ‘em!”

“I’m sorry, does this supermarket belong to you?” Jeno boomed.

You were so shocked you couldn’t breathe.

Laughing, the man called two of his friends over. “Check out this punk!”

The man shoved Jeno’s shoulder. Jeno stared right back at him, towering over him, his face like stone.

The man’s voice darkened. “This guy’s got a death wish.”

Jeno reached for his back pocket. All three of the guys took a step back. “Now, gentlemen” Jeno said, “I don’t want to use this, but if you try anything, I will.”

Relief trickled down your body.

Until one of the guys at the back said, “I call your bluff. He ain’t got no gun!”

The others, realising that this was true, glared at Jeno.

“Beat him up or something!” you hissed at Jeno, who was still frozen. “Use your – karate or whatever!”

But Jeno just raised his hands above his head. He was shaking.

“I… can’t,” he breathed.

“What do you mean? Use your spy training,” you said. “Don’t give up now!”

Jeno turned to you. His face was deathly pale. “No – I literally can’t.”

Fear enclosed you, like barbed wire around your throat. “What do you mean you can’t?”

A tear slipped down Jeno’s cheek. “I’m not actually a spy, Y/n. I don’t know a single martial art, I’m not trained in anything… heck, I’ve never even left the state!”

“You… lied to me?” you said. Of course. You couldn’t believe you had fallen for it. The weight of your anger surprised even you.

“I just - wanted you to see me – as more than your dorky boyfriend from high school.” Jeno said quietly. “And now I’ve put us in danger…”

“Shut up,” you snapped.

Raising one hand above your head in surrender, you grabbed Jeno’s shirt and started slowly pulling him backwards. “I’m so sorry.” you called. “We didn’t mean it. I promise – we’ll leave you alone.”

The masked men were not backing off. Sweat dripped down your top lip.

You pulled off the gold birth chain on your neck. It clattered on the floor. “It’s real,” you called. “We’ll run out of the store and not look back, okay?”

“You run right out…” the man said.

“Right out,” you whispered.

Turning, you pulled Jeno by the hand and ran out of the supermarket. True to your promise, you did not look back.

You kept running till you got to your car, then drove right home. Despite showering and eating a hot meal, you and Jeno were still on a knife edge.

Jeno sat down beside you on the bed. He touched your arm, but you pulled it away.

“I’m sorry, darling. I don’t know why I did that,” Jeno said, sniffing.

You touched your bare neck, staring blankly at the wall. “I’ve had that necklace since I was born.”

Jeno wrapped his strong arms around you and buried his head in your chest. “Please forgive me!” Jeno begged, his voice muffled against your shirt.

You pushed him off. “Jeno… I need some time to think.”

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One week later…

You and Jeno were nestled together under a blanket watching Netflix. The shock had worn off, and now you missed your boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Jeno said for the thousandth time. “I’m know I’m not some – hero. I’m an idiot.”

“That was such a dumb thing to do,” you snapped. “I can’t believe you lied to me!”

Jeno flinched.

“But…” you continued, urging yourself to relax. “You’re not an idiot. And I’m sorry that I treat you that way.” You hugged Jeno as tight as you could, pressing your face into his shoulder. “You’re wonderful, Jeno. You’re creative, and funny, and sweet… I don’t want a spy. I want you.”

Jeno kissed your neck, making you shiver. “I want you, too,” he murmured.

“There is one thing that’s been on my mind, though,” you said, pulling away.

Jeno’s eyes widened. “What?”

“When did you get abs?” you said, lifting Jeno’s shirt and pressing kisses to his stomach.

Jeno’s face darkened. “Um… I guess… I’ve been working out."

You frowned. “Well, agent, your first mission is to get that shirt off. I need all night to explore this new development.”

He grinned. “Jeno to the rescue…”

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h-harleybaby · 6 months

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Ignore this if you’ve done it but matching costumes with the boys… what do YOU think they’d wear as couple costumes with reader

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STOOOOP THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE AHHHH

I doing the main 4 + Butters because you didn’t specify them :)

Cartman

• Would absolutely suggest doing something vaguely racist, but dw y’all don’t… even if you have to physically shove Cartman into the bathroom to change. He’s probably pissed about it the whole night tbh

• Probably makes you go as a KFC chicken bucket while he’s the Colonel Sanders because he genuinely will not shut the fuck up until you agree to it. It was so stupidly embarrassing

• He would most definitely force you to go to a party so he could show everyone y’alls costumes before dragging you out to go do other things. He really just wanted to brag and embarrass you

• Cartman will absolutely make you go trick or treating with him despite y’alls ages, and y’all stay out sooooo late that people aren’t even out anymore. He refuses to end the night until he hits up everyone’s house and demands all the candy they have

• At the end of the night you guys stop by the dollar and grocery stores to buy all the cheap Halloween candy that’s on sale. Don’t worry you’ll get your cut on the candy too, it’s just a bit… smaller than his cut

Stan

• Stan doesn’t really care enough about Halloween to plan to dress up or literally anything, but if you insist he’ll probably throw something together quickly

• You guys go as Sally and Jack but his part of it is really half assed, he still looks good tho!! It’s just, a lot people couldn’t tell who he was as at first. He probably got so drunk he couldn’t even remember

• Speaking of getting drunk, he throws a costume party because you insisted on doing something for Halloween. You asked, he delivers! Everyone’s there, even people from straight up other neighboring towns. People hear alcohol and and will do whatever to get it

• An almost concerning rowdy party and it wasn’t even from the party goers! It was from Randy swinging on the Chandelier and supplying all the alcohol. Overall a really memorable night… well to most of the people who went

• Like father like son, neither Stan or Randy could remember anything from last night but regardless, they had an unspoken agreement. Never tell Sharon and never speak of it ever again, the night never happened. Well, the pictures you took definitely say otherwise

Kyle

• Sheila insists on buying y’all’s costumes and she gets y’all some peanut butter and jelly costume. Kyle absolutely hates it but he would never tell his mother, thank god he has a job so he could buy something else and just change when you guys leave

• Y’all actually end up going as Morticia and Gomez Addams even though Kyle in general looks a little too colorful to be Gomez cough cough GINGER cough cough but regardless, he tries his best to slick his hair back and hunch over more so he could be shorter than you. It doesn’t work but it’s the thought that counts right?

• Half way through the night hall switched costumes because you didn’t wanna wear heels too long and he wouldn’t have to because of how tall he is. Shelley let him use her hair straightener and you’re pretty sure you burnt off some of his hair but it’s tooooootally fine, absolutely fine (he doesn’t know)

• Kyle was honestly kind of miserable the whole night, he didn’t really WANT to be there but you begged him to do something with you and Halloween and Stan would’ve dragged him to the party regardless if you asked him to go or not

• Though I suppose you asking really did help, he might’ve just bailed when he heard there was alcohol. Despite everything… he makes a really good Morticia but that was mainly because he was tall and would do the tango with you if you asked

Kenny

• KEN AND BARBIE YOU SAY? I THINK SO!!!!!!! It’s hard to find something in his closet but he ends up trying to spray paint his parka bright pink and writing “I am Kenough” in black sharpie. Oh that poor, poor parka

• You had to physically force him not to try throwing together some haphazard dick costume that he wanted to use soooo bad. He tried to hard to convince you that you guys should go as a dick and sperm

• Thank god you guys didn’t, y’all ended up taking Karen trick or treating for a couple hours and she went dressed as a lil skeleton!!! It was the cutest thing ever, kinda stuff to make your heart melt

• After Karen got tuckered out y’all went to the party, might I add just in time to watch Randy scream and hang from the chandelier in only underwear. Honestly it was a lot funnier than it should’ve been, the man was stuck up there the rest of the night with you both passing up bottles of liquor to him

• Very memorable night for everyone involved, and somehow everyone knew what you guys were dressed as!! I suppose the bright pink and “I’m Kenough” really helped

Butters

• Would also suggest something racist but he doesn’t really know it, at least you give him better ideas so y’all don’t end up coming off weird

• Y’all would totally end up going as Joker and Harley Quinn, it’s completely overdone and cringe but y’all still go as them. Green hair and shirtless and EVERYTHING! His parents don’t like it at all and he ended up getting grounded later

• God you guys are sooooo cringe together, like y’all quote Harley Quinn and Joker stuff the whole night if y’all go to a Halloween/costume party. Multiple people will gag and throw up in their mouths. Multiple

• He’s the type to go to the party with you and almost have a heart attack because of the music, he would be paranoid that his parents would ground him for hearing such music. Somehow they did and they weren’t even there to hear it 😭

• You suggested going trick or treating but Butters was convinced he’s too old for it and his parents would def ground him for being out too late with someone as pretty as you. After a lot of convincing you got him to hit up a couple houses with you before you guys went home, the old people were very confused

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shelbgrey · 4 months

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helloo!!! me and my friend absolutely adore your fics, and her birthdays coming up... so i was wondering if i could request a draco malfoy (her favourite character) x reader fic for her? :))

you can do whatever you want with the storyline, i just think it would be a cool idea!!

🫶

The truth doesn't always hurt(Draco Malfoy)

Paring: Draco malfoy X Weasley!Reader

Summary: as Draco and Ron's twin sister serve detention Cleaning for Professor Snap a bottle of Truth potion shatteres around them.

A/n: I hate the beginning of this, but I hope you enjoy the story.

Prompt: 1.9) “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you”

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Draco was sitting next to y/n Weasley In Snape's potion class. To their displeasure they were assigned as partners for a project. Draco put an ingredient in the pot for the potion, making smoke puff up.

“Watch it!” I said, backing up from the table before smoke could get in my face.

“quiet Weasley, it's not like you understand what's going on anyhow” Draco said, obviously trying to get a reaction out of me.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him and put the next ingredient in it. This time it bubbled up and splashed around.

It was like Draco was waiting for an argument, and since I ignored him he was annoyed and wasn't gonna let up. “That's going to spill. Stop that”

“I know what I'm doing!” I snapped.

“Doesn't look like you do.” Draco smirked and got up, grabbing my wand out of my hand.

I shoved him back a little and pulled my wand out of his reach. “I wouldn't” I knew how to fight just because I was a Weasley and had a bunch of older brothers.

Draco smirked, finding this amusing and deciding to have a little fun. “I bet you'll run telling your mummy next” he poked in a hypocritical voice.

“No... But maybe I'll tell George, from what I hear he whooped your ass at the last quidditch game… And I'm not talking about Gryffindor winning the game”

That got Draco a little mad. He was pretty sure he'd never lost to some Weasley, but he did play against one of them in the last match, and he did lose.

“Shut up, just shut up” Draco said with rage.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head. “What? Did I hit a nerve? Don't dish it out if you can't take it malfoy”

Draco lunged forward, grabbing me by the collar of my robe, his breathing became fast with anger. “Watch who you are speaking to!”

I pushed him back, making him tumble backwards into the table. The pot with our potion spilled all over the floor.

This caught the Professor's attention, and Snape approached the duo with a frown. “Malfoy! Weasley! Detention and clean up that mess immediately!” Snape growled. I clenched my jew and pushed Draco away making his grip on my robe go slack.

Snape grabbed us both by the collars and pushed them toward the closet with the cleaning supplies.

“You both will have detention this evening. Do not ever cause another fight like this again, or you'll be in real trouble” Snape's tone was cold as he spoke.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“You guys will stay here and organize and dust all the potions and ingredients” Snape ordered as he gathered the assignments to grade.

“For how long?” Malfoy sighed. Before Snape could open the door to leave he whipped around. “till I say so”

He left without a word and Malfoy threw his robe on one of the desks aggressively and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater.

“I can't believe I'm stuck here” he growled as he grabbed a vial and wiped some dust off the label and tossed it to the side. It would have shattered if it didn't land on his wrinkled up robe. I cringed expecting the sharp sound of glass shattering but it didn't happen.

“could you at least be careful?” I said, crossing my arms. He gave me a dirty look and tossed me a rag. “get to work I don't want to be stuck here all night”

“oh because that would be a bloody tragedy” I said sarcastically as I grabbed a potion book and dusted it off and put it to the side.

Malfoy started to mumble under his breath. “wait till-”

“Wait till my father hears about this... I know” I said, cutting him off as polished a bottle of poly juice. He gave me a sighed eye.

He tossed some more things around making me cringe. The thought of breaking something and Snape coming in scared the crap out of me.

“please be careful.. If we break something Snape will have are asses”

He scoffed “I'm not gonna break-”

Crash!

A bottle shattered into a million bits and black smoke steamed up from it. “bloody-”

“hell” Malfoy said, finishing my statement. We looked at each in silence then we both looked down at the label.

“truth smoke?” Malfoy coughed as the smoke filled the room. We coughed and ran to the door as it got hazy and hard to breathe.

I covered my mouth and coughed as Malfoy reached for the door. “It's bloody locked!” Malfoy said through his teeth as he aggressively jiggled the door knob.

“he locked us in!” I shouted kicking the door. “bloody psycho path!”

I slid down the door as I tried not to hack up a lung. Malfoy backed up and leaned against the desk across from me with his hand over his mouth and nose. The smoke slowly started to let up and we were finally able to breathe.

“I wonder how well the stuff works?” Malfoy said, kinda nervous. I raised an eyebrow at him. “what? Got a guilty conscience?”

He scoffed. “pff... No” he looked down and crossed his arms. His blond hair casted over his forehead and hid the expression in his eyes. I tilted my head to the side trying to read him. He sighed and pulled the chair that was pushed into the desk he was leaning on.

“Are you okay?” I asked as he sat down facing me with his hands folded together. “you only asking me that because I can't lie?” he asked, looking up slightly. I shook my head no.

“no” I whispered. “I really want to know” he finally looked at me and his Gray eyes stared into mine with guilt.

“I'm not alright,” he said simply. I shrugged and simply said. “me either”

I took a deep look and looked up at him with a concerned expression. “Can I ask you something?” he nodded. “might as well”

“why do you hate me so much?” I asked softly.

Draco sat up from his slouched position and looked like he was taken back by the question “I don't hate you... I never did” he said honestly. He sighed. Yeah the smoke works a little too well.

Draco hesitated for a moment. “Do you hate me?”

Before I could answer he started to ramble like he couldn't control it. “I know I'm not exactly the easiest person to be around and I'm a total ass to your friends and brothers bu-" he started rambling and I cut him off. The truth is smoke works better than he anticipated.

“Draco” he looked up surprised I called him that. In fact I think that's the first time I ever called him by his first name. I gave him a smile as I continued.

He smiled slightly. He looked almost relieved.

Draco chuckled to himself and looked away as he nervously rubbed his palms together. “I better get out of here before I say something I might regret”

I raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged. “probably nothing haven't already heard from you”

Draco barely smiled as his eyes dropped to the ground. “no…Nothing like that”

Draco took a deep breath then our eyes locked, I never realized how beautiful his eyes were. “Do you remember the very first time we met?”

I nodded, waiting to know where he was going with this. “before our 1st year… we ran into each other at the bookstore”

Draco nodded, physically telling me I was correct. “we knew nothing about our backgrounds… in that moment I wasn't a Malfoy and you weren't a Weasley… I May have only been 11 but I can tell you, you were the most beautifulest girl I had ever seen”

My eyes widened at his statement. I would have never expected his confession… But then again our track record was nothing but ugly. I didn't want to trust whatever ‘truth’ potion was cast on us.

“Draco…” I sighed looking at him with soft eyes.

“my father told me to stay away from you… I didn't want to, but I was so scared of him. Bloody hell I think I still am” Draco chuckled dryly. “I thought I could train myself to hate you by being rude and awful towards you… I also knew if I was nasty to your family you would want nothing to do with me”

I looked down as his words sunk in, I knew what I felt for him and that was love. You can't help who you fall in love with and I could tell you I hated myself for the first three years I went to Hogwarts, but there was just something about him and now he's confessing the secret that could not only change us, but our families too.

“Please say something,” he whispered.

Tears pricked my eyes as every single emotion hit me at once. “I Hate you… But I also love you. Sometimes I just want to punch you in your pretty face… I know you are not really a bad person, I have seen it since 1st year… I Choose to see the best in you”

Draco's eyes never left mine as he stood up from the chair then slid down the wall, sitting down next to me. “What does that mean for us?” I asked softly.

Draco turned towards me, placing his hand on my cheek gently. He leaned in slowly, giving me an out if I wanted it. I didn't plan on stopping him, I got impatient and met him in the middle. His lips were softer than I expected and he handed me as if i was made of glass. The kiss wasn't rough or rushed, just gentl and loving like we've been waiting for it for years.

He kissed me on the cheek and smiled softly “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” Draco whispered and rested his forehead against mine.

#Draco malfoy #Draco malfoy X reader #Draco malfoy imagines #Draco malfoy X Weasley!reader #Harry Potter #Harry Potter imagines #Slytherin #Gryffindor #Weasley x reader #Tom Felton #tom felton imagines

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you vs spiderman tasm!peter parker x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you find someone in your kitchen word count: 1.2k warnings: fake breaking and entering, taller!peter parker, kissing masterlist | requests are open

you awake to the sound of something clattering in the kitchen, a pot or pan falling to the floor. the sharp noise instantly flairs your instincts, your hand reaching for anything you can fight with. it reaches a disconnected alarm clock, one that you'd been meaning to get rid of.

with a short squeak in the bed, your feet reach the flooring. the wood planks luckily making no noise as you take far too many steps to reach the door. the night light drifts in through the windows, adding a little light to your room. very slowly, your hand twists the doorknob, the sound causing your face to crinkle.

you open the door quickly, hoping to eliminate the creaking that typically come from your door. down the hall, in the kitchen, you can see the shadow of someone. peter... peter said he would be late getting back. but typically, he would've texted you first or something (which would’ve been easy to know if you thought to check your phone first).

instead of hoping for the best, you prepare for the worst. with a hope for a long life and that your self defense training (which peter very much encouraged) would help you, you make your way down the hallway. it's rather short, a bathroom on one side and a closet on the other.

however, it takes you forever to muster up the courage to finally get to the end of it. you keep your back to the wall, your head peering across the corner and noticing something dangling from the ceiling... dangling from the ceiling? you hold the alarm clock up like a brick and turn around the corner.

there, hanging in your apartment kitchen, is THE spiderman. his hand is reaching down to grab the pan, a web suddenly flinging from his wrist and grabbing ahold of the handle. "holy shit!" you shout, your eyes wide with confusion.

"get out of my kitchen!" you shout again. normally, you would've expected to be more scared. but considering he's called the 'friendly neighborhood spiderman', it was hard to feel overly anxious

he spins around, his body instantly falling to the floor, his unmasked self no longer facing you. despite the fact that you saw a glimpse of his face, all you could tell was that he's got a lighter complexion. his hair is the typical young adult style, brown.

spiderman lands about a foot from the pan, his hand reaching over and grabbing it while he stands up. "sorry... uh, sorry about that, ma'am," his voice changes a little as he speaks, as if he's hiding the sound of his voice.

"sorry? you're in my kitchen! how did you even get in?" you raise your hands in frustration, your feet moving quickly to get you to the front door. "now get out of my apartment or i'll shove you out myself!"

maybe you weren't the most intimidating person... peter's shirt that's a little too big for you, shorts that nearly hide beneath the length. and your fuzzy socks with some design etched into them. what makes it worse is the small chuckle leaving the hero's mouth. as if he couldn't even imagine you fighting him.

when you cross your arms, your eyes looking over the hero, he throws the mask back on. something about him seems so familiar, his laugh, his stature, his hair. he turns around, his wide eyes sewn into his mask staring back intently.

"i can see myself out," he holds his hands up, his laugh still trickling out through his words. it all feels too familiar...

you nod, your fingers still gripping the old alarm clock, your eyes still staring right back. "yes, you should do that... and, and never come back here! no breaking of the windows or destroying of my kitchen!" despite your heart moving quicker than you want, you stand your ground.

the man nods back, quickly walking towards the hallway. he turns around for a second, his heels turned a certain way, his head arched back towards you. and in this moment, you realize why everything seems so familiar. it's peter, spiderman is peter parker.

you walk out after him, watching as he starts running towards the stairs, "peter! come back here!"

the door shuts behind you as you gain speed towards the staircase. just in view you can see spiderman's head turned and now facing you. his shoulders have dropped and he sighs.

"peter, spiderman... what the fuck?" you question, your eyebrows raising in question, your mouth a little wide as you watch him make his way back up to you.

he pulls his mask off, revealing his soft brown eyes. peter has a cut on his cheek and another adorning his eyebrow. suddenly, he gives you a soft smile, his lips pursed on his face. you resist the urge to immediately run up to him, wrap your arms around his waist.

"i'm sorry for not telling you sooner, it's just... i mean if you can't tell it's crazy. i can't even come stay the night with my girlfriend without being threatened," peter laughs a little, his head hung low; clearly in a little pain from whatever occurred a little earlier in the evening.

you shake your head, a soft smile even making its way to your face. "i was threatening spiderman, not peter parker. but now i might, considering you let me think you were some stranger in my kitchen," you narrow your eyes at him, turning around and walking back to your door.

peter quickly follows after you, his long legs closing the distance. he watches as you grab the handle of the door, you attempt to open it, but unexpectedly, it's locked. you reach your hand into the fake plants adorned on the door. unfortunately, the key that you normally put there, is gone.

you groan, leaning your head back. peter rests a hand on your back, his other hand holding up the key, "uh, you wanted to know how i got in... well..."

you crinkle your noise, the smile on your face becomes a little giddy. he smiles back, not being able to help but love the look on your face. he adores you and how capable you can be. "really, y/n, i'm sorry. i should've told you sooner, it's just dangerous."

"i know peter... how about to make it up to me you can tell me how it happened? and you let me fix up that pretty face of yours, parker?" you tilt your head at the boy. maybe you should be more mad, but you can't help it.

he instantly nods, shrugging his shoulders, "i can absolutely do that. and i can make your favorite smoothie, which i know you love. will that work for you, l/n?"

"oh that works and more," you lean up to the spiderboy, your hand grabbing a hold of his shoulder as you give him a kiss on his cheek, then his lips. they're a little chapped, a little rough, like your relationship. but isn't every?

he leans back, his eyes looking down at your shirt and back at your eyes, "by the way, that physics shirt is very threatening. and very attractive on you."

#spiderman x reader #spiderman #tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

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miasmaghoul · 9 months

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since phantom apparently gets on his knees *a lot*, have you thought about him getting on his knees for mountain? how much smaller he'd look? how mount would be SO pleased with it??

perhaps........boots..............

It's not that Aeon is small, exactly.

He's...slight. Lanky like Rain, but narrow like Dew. Doesn't take up much space, visually speaking. Or physically. Not with the way he can bend and contort himself.

He can usually be found in the most awkward positions possible in the common room; scrunched up against the arm of a couch, or curled around himself like a pillbug in one of the armchairs. Not to isolate, it's just how he's comfy.

Mountain doesn't understand it. Has no idea how anyone could be comfortable wrapped up into a ball of their own limbs, not when something as simple as crossing his own legs can make him feel claustrophobic. He does find it endearing in Aeon though, a little quirk that he can bundle up and keep in a water-spotted mason jar in the back of his mind.

Aeon isn't exactly small, but he enjoys making himself look that way.

Between Mountain's legs, he looks the smallest.

It's been a while since Aeon knocked on his door, interrupting his thrilling evening activity of dozing off in front of the fireplace. Most of that time has been spent on his knees, though not in the way Mountain is used to.

The room is quiet, save for the crackle of dying logs and the dull rasp of horsehair on leather. Aeon's hardly spoken the whole time he's been working, now well on his way to getting Mountain's boots to a mirror shine. Mountain's fingers glide through Aeon's soft waves while he watches his shoulder work, blending the shock of brilliant white near his horn into a sea of black for something to do.

Aeon hasn't spoken a word since he cracked open his tin of polish. Hell, he'd barely explained himself in the first place, slotting himself between Mountain's knees and asking where his boots were. Mountain hadn't woken up quite enough yet to do more than gesture towards the closet.

He's awake now, though. Has been since Aeon shoved the awful things onto his feet and laced them tight. Mountain can't stand his uniform boots under normal circumstances; they cut him off from the song of the earth and their slight heels make his ass sore. They're relegated to the depths of the closet between tours, wearing them an inconvenience at best and a nuisance at worst.

And yet he'd let Aeon put them on him. Let the other ghoul brush them, scrub them, apply some sort of cream to them and start the cycle all over again. It's a process Mountain never bothered familiarizing himself with - Rain has always polished his boots for him - but seeing the meticulous way Aeon works is fascinating.

As is the not-small tent in his pants.

It's obvious with the way he's kneeling, legs tucked tight under him with the sole of Mountain's second boot on his thigh, just to the left of that flannel-covered bulge. The first has already been polished glossy, firelight reflected in its gleam. Aeon's posture is tight, strained, but his hands move with the same relaxed precision as they do on his guitar.

"You really like doing this, huh?"

Mountain rubs at the base of one horn and Aeon gasps through his nose. He nods slowly so as not to dislodge the hand on his scalp, but doesn't answer. It's a shame not to hear that shake Mountain knows will be in his voice, but it's graced his ears enough to be easily imagined.

Aeon looks up as he swipes his brush over the toe of the boot, leaves shine in its wake.

Mountain thinks his eyes shine brighter.

They're heavy lidded and blown nearly black, pupils ringed with shimmering violet. His long, dark lashes flutter over flushed cheeks, a light dusting of color painted over the bridge of his nose. Spit-slick lips sit parted, exposing just the tips of his fangs. He looks like he's been ravished despite the fact that Mountain hasn't so much as kissed him yet.

It's lovely.

"Pretty little thing," Mountain coos, dragging gentle knuckles along the hollow of Aeon's cheek. He sighs and leans into it, nuzzles the back of his hand like an affectionate cat. His tail supports that imagery, wrapped around Mountain's forearm and squeezing gently. "You almost done down there, moondrop?"

Aeon nods again, the pink tip of his tongue flicking out between his fangs as he refocuses. It's not that he's rushing the other ghoul to finish, but Mountain wants to hear his voice. Wants to know why, exactly, Aeon shuffled his way here in his pajamas with his leather care caddy and decided to give his boots the royal treatment.

Mountain scratches at his scalp, Aeon shivers, and a sweet little wet spot soaks into his flannels.

Mountain's own cock twitches against his thigh at the sight. He's remained mostly soft for the duration of this, despite the effect it's clearly having on the other ghoul, but the reveal of Aeon's lust-slacked face was enough to have him chubbing up. He rubs at the ridge of the head through his jeans, noting with a smirk the way Aeon's brushing hand stutters.

Mountain massages himself with a lazy hand, rests the other on Aeon's downturned face, caresses his cheek. Drags his thumb along a fang-swollen lip and makes a pleased sound at the way Aeon licks at the tip of it. Mountain stares at the other ghoul's clothed stiffy while he plays, watching it strain against the seam of his pants. He'd like to reach down and give it a good squeeze, but he resists. Wouldn't want to interrupt.

He sticks his thumb into Aeon's mouth instead, and the groan it earns him is well worth the silence he's endured.

The scratch of the brush stops soon enough. Aeon picks up a discarded chamois for one last bit of polish, a few swipes over the calf and along the zipper, finishing his self-imposed task with a pleased sigh. He doesn't move Mountain's foot, leaving it resting heavy on his thigh while he sets his supplies back in their places. Mountain watches him with a smile curling at the corners of his mouth - Aeon sucks at his thumb the whole time, drool slipping out around the invading digit to wet his hand.

"If I take this away," he murmurs, hooking his thumb behind Aeon's lower fangs, "will you tell me what's gotten into you?"

Mountain hooks a finger under his chin and drags Aeon's gaze upwards. He's flushed darker now, sweaty along his hairline, stunning eyes nearly closed. Mountain grips tighter, gives his head a shake, and he swears he can hear Aeon's brain rolling loose in his head.

He gurgles out an uh huh and Mountain chuckles, pulling his hand away. He wipes Aeon's drool off on the other ghoul's shirt and Aeon bites his lip, quivering hands sliding up to rest on Mountain's knees. They'd started shaking the moment he'd finished his work. Mountain watches his throat work as he swallows, still palming his head through rough denim.

At length, sounding drunk on something Mountain is intimately familiar with, Aeon speaks.

"Wanted to...for a while now," he murmurs, idly squeezing at Mountain's legs.

"Wanted to polish my boots?"

Aeon's eyes flick between the place Mountain works his cock and the shine of the leather. He chews his lips and nods again, narrow chest heaving more and more as the minutes pass.

"You don't take very good care of them," he chides, a surprisingly stern tilt to his voice. Mountain raises an eyebrow. "It's a shame," Aeon continues, tilting his head to further admire his work.

"Didn't realize you were such a stickler for uniform maintenance," Mountain teases, tapping Aeon's other leg with his toe. "I hardly wear the things anyway, I don't -"

"You should," Aeon interrupts, eager and a bit breathless. "They suit you." His slim hips move of their own accord, a quick, pointless little hump and Mountain could not possibly mistake for anything else.

"Is that so?"

Aeon nods, lithe fingers drifting from Mountain's knee to ghost over supple leather. He can see the pale reflection of the other ghoul's hand in it - he really did do an incredible job.

"They're hard to play in," Mountain complains, flexing his ankle. It pushes the sole of his boot into Aeon's thigh and the kneeling ghoul sucks air though his teeth. "Not flexible enough."

"Just gotta break 'em in," Aeon offers, and there's that shake Mountain wanted to hear. His smile morphs into something devious when Aeon shifts enough to spread his knees, looking up at him with frank desire. Couldn't be more obvious if he tried.

"And how would you suggest I do that, little star?"

Aeon sighs, grips his ankle, and guides Mountain's foot to rest against his crotch. He hisses, brow furrowing at the first hint of contact, and the ghoul leans forward to rest his cheek on Mountain's knee. He reaches an elegant hand up to fondle Mountain's visible tip, rubs it with two fingers, and with a groan Mountain presses the toe of his boot into Aeon's stiffness.

"Fuck, just like that," Aeon gasps, hips hitching forward immediately. "Don't hold back," he encourages, peering up at Mountain through those thick lashes, "treat me like your kick drum."

Aeon gives him a squeeze, and Mountain does.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #oh look another one that got away from me #mountain ghoul #aeon ghoul #mountain/aeon #mountain x aeon #im not rereading this one before posting so if you see mistakes #no you dont

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 30 days

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i like your panties

pairing: idol minho x fem reader

synopsis: you drunk text minho and accidentally send him something you shouldn’t

genre: idek- a little angsty? implied smut?

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: drinking.. is that all?

an: this was a request sent to my dms. obviously this is a fictional story, but i feel like i need to preface this one with that disclaimer because if this were real, our sweet minho would be in loads of trouble. 😅

masterlist • part 2

“another!” you shout, holding up your shot glass and clinking it against your friends’

you throw back the shot, scrunching up your face at the taste, before letting out a loud cheer and a giggle. you felt all fuzzy. warm and giddy. you needed this. after everything that happened with your ex, you needed a night out with your friends.

“so tell us everything.” your friend slurred at you from across the table. “what happened with you two?”

normally that question would sting, would feel like a stab in the gut, but you were so drunk that the question only made you giggle.

“he was mad that i like stray kids.” you told them. the table erupted into laughter.

“he dumped you because you like a kpop group?” your friend laughed.

you sloppily nodded. “yeah. he didn’t like that i had them on bubble. he saw a message from Lee Know pop up on my phone and he-“ hiccup “he freaked.”

another round of laughter made its way around the table. “what a loser.” one of your friends said.

“yeah. how insecure can he be?” another added.

“honestly, Lee Know would never treat you that way.” another joked, causing the laughter to grow louder.

ding

“speak of the devil.” you said, looking down at your phone.

“what? does he want you back now? is it him apologizing?”

you shook your head no. “no, i blocked his number. it’s Lee Know.” you giggled, turning your phone to show them his bubble message. it was just an extreme close up of his food and the message ‘맞춰봐 (take a guess)’ soon followed. you typed out your response to him, like he would ever see it, but instead of guessing what food he was eating, you typed out your phone number and the words ‘text me’ with a heart emoji. and before your drunken brain could become aware of the possible consequences to that action, you hit send. locking your phone, you shoved it back in your pocket.

“another shot!” your friend yelled to the bartender.

•

your keys clattered to the floor, jingling loudly in the hallway. “shit” you mumbled. carefully bending over to pick them up, swaying on your feet. you tried yet again, for the fourth time, to shove the key in the lock. by some miracle you managed to do it this time, unlocking the door and practically falling into your apartment. you drunkenly kicked off your shoes and stumbled to your room, falling on your bed.

you lay there, wanting your clothes off, but the room is kind of spinning. you manage to kick your pants off, and somehow you unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.

now that you’re alone again, and the apartment is so quiet, you notice his absence. his stuff is all gone, his side of the bed empty. the bandaid that the alcohol and your friends managed to put on your wound has lost all of its stick and slowly falls to the ground. your world shatters again, your heart splintering. you think maybe you should unblock his number and call him to apologize. tell him that you’ll cancel your bubble subscription.. and you can put your Leebit in the closet or something. your eyes well up with tears. instead of shoving him in the closet, you pull Leebit closer to your chest and scrunch your eyes shut tight, fighting the urge to sob.

ding

your eyes fly open, your arm grasping around for your phone. you find it on the floor, in the pocket of your discarded pants. you bring the phone to your face, reading the notification.

—private number: hello?

it was your ex. it had to be. he got a new number to text you from because you blocked his old one. but why was it private? your drunken mind couldn’t find the will to care about that question, instead opting to sloppily type out a reply that was almost illegible.

“helo in soo sorry.” you typed.

—private number: why are you sorry? why are your texts so sloppy? have you been drinking?

“yup. k went out woth some friends. i miss you.” you replied.

—private number: are you home safe now? did you eat? drink some water.

you smiled at his message. how sweet. he never sent messages like that before. never seemed to care that much about you before. he must miss you too. you sat up, slipping your shirt off and throwing it on the floor to join your pants and bra. you were nude except for some lace panties. you managed to snap a couple of pictures. scrolling through them, past all the blurry ones, you decide on one and text it to him.

*attached image* “i made ut home safer, see? come over. 😘” you sent. minutes passed with no response. you were starting to get anxious, thinking maybe you should send another picture, maybe he didn’t get the message. but before you can do so, your phone dings again.

—private number: woah woah woah. i’m not sure if i should be seeing that.

you were starting to sober up now, worry twisting in your gut.

“what do you mean? you’ve seen it a million times. you don’t like it now?” you reply.

—private number: i have definitely never seen that before. how old are you? should i be worried? maybe this was a bad idea.

you were so confused. what is he talking about?

—private number: of course this was a bad idea. chan hyung told me not to text a number sent to me on bubble.

it was like a lightbulb went off over your head. just like in the cartoons, it clicked on and buzzed softly. you remembered the message you sent to minho on bubble when you were at the bar. drunk you is very brave apparently. what are the odds that he would have seen that message though? and the odds are even smaller that he would actually text you. this can’t be happening. you’re passed out drunk and this is all some elaborate drunken nightmare your brain is conjuring up. and you sent nudes. you almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of it all. did you send Lee Min-Ho nudes?

“Lee Know?” you texted, feeling silly.

—private number: before i answer that question, answer mine.

“i’m 27.” you replied.

—private number: thank god. you can’t just send stuff like that. are you trying to ruin my career? i thought you liked me.

“is this really Lee Know? no way.”

—private number: i assure you, it is.

“prove it.” you say. “send a picture to your bubble right now.”

after a couple moments your phone sounds off with a ding. a bubble message appears and when you click on it, you find a photo of a very annoyed looking Minho.

—private number: proof enough?

your heart dropped to your stomach, which was filled with butterflies but at the same time you thought you may throw up.

“OH MY GOD.” send. “IM SO SORRY.” send. “I PROMISE I DIDNT KNKW IT WAS TOU. I THOUGHT IT WAS MY EX. DONT LOOK .” send.

—private number: ㅋㅋ you’re cute.

“oh my god. i am so so so sorry. i promise i did not send that to you on purpose. i would never put you in that situation. please forgive me.” you rambled.

—private number: ㅋㅋ this is so funny. its okay.

“it is definitely NOT okay.” you argue.

—private number: i didn’t mind the picture. in fact, i may have another look. if that’s okay with you.

what? what did he just say? you read the text again and again. yup. this was definitely an alcohol induced dream.

—private number: i like your panties.

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