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un-lawliet · 5 months

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WHAT IF teen!Gojo and teen!reader are best friends teetering on the edge of lovers but they get into a petty little argument and start ignoring each other right???? so reader goes on a date with someone else to be petty and Gojo internally freaks out. So, him and his friends get in disguises as Gojo tries to sabotage the date without being noticed but instead he accidentally helps the other guy look great and impressive every time💀

Geto, shoko, and Nanami don’t help Satoru. They just watch and laugh😭 good fluffy ending though pls

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !!!!! i loved this idea so so much- i kinda tweaked the request slightly but i hope this is ok <3 i love you and thank you for your patience !

“Normal”

- in which you’re on a date with someone that isn’t Gojo.

“Does this count as stalking?”

It absolutely did count as stalking.

Gojo, Shoko, Nanami and Geto were currently huddled in a dimly lit booth hunkering down as to not be seen by you…or your pompous looking date sat opposite you.

“It’s not stalking.” Gojo splutters, glaring at Geto through the top of his sunglasses, “It’s just..just-”

“You tracking Y/N down and making us watch her on a date.” Shoko muses, rolling a cigarette between her fingers, reaching for her lighter.

“Exactly!”

Nanami groans, his head falling backwards, hair falling over the curve of his eyebrows, hiding his face slightly.

Shaking his head, a small grin dances across Geto’s calm face, watching as Gojo pouts and glares at your table, eyes completely trained on your face.

“‘S’not even that good looking, she just has a thing for guys that flatter her.” He grumbles under his breath, flicking the fancy wall he leaned on.

“Think most girls enjoy feelin’ pretty Gojo.” Shoko replies, hand still feeling around in her pocket, “Oh fuck sakes, I’ve lost my lighter…Hey- Geto, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare one on ya?”

Geto nodded, tossing her a purple lighter from across the table, smiling gently as she thanked him.

“You shouldn’t smoke inside.” Nanami mutters, now staring down at the menu in-front of him, finger tracing along the prices in thought, seeming to pause on the brownie section.

“No one can see, we’re fine.” She sighs, taking a drag and blowing it towards Gojo, grinning as he dramatically clutches his chest, gasping for air.

“What’s the point of us even being here Gojo.” Nanami huffs, side eyeing the bakery stand parallel to their table.

“Because, I need to show her that this..this loser is nothing compared to me!”

“I don’t know Satoru.” Geto muses, taking a sip of his camomile, “Y/N seems pretty into him.”

“Suguru!” Gojo gasps in horror, betrayal dripping from his voice and on to the curve of his disgusted face.

Shoko wiggles her eyebrows teasingly, inhaling before continuing. “He has a point Gojo, I mean look, you ever see her smile like that?”

Gojo whips his head around to stare at you, and Shoko covers her mouth to hide a poorly restrained giggle, sharing a glance with Geto.

“I make her smile like that- She smiles like that with me!!” He whines, and Nanami rolls his eyes.

A waitress smashes a glass from behind the café’s counter, you jump slightly in your seat and turn to look over at the sound, you don’t notice the group of strange looking teenagers ducking down at your movement, concealing themselves poorly in their seats.

Your date laughs at you, you blush and turn back to him bashfully, excusing yourself for being so on edge.

Gojo glares.

“So what’s the plan then Gojo.” Nanami drawls, resting his face on his palm.

“Yes! The plan!” Gojo splutters, looking away from your pretty, pretty face to look at the three of them.

He hesitates and Shoko groans.

“You do have a plan don’t you?”

“Of course I do!..So, the plan..the plan um, well-”

“He has no plan.” Geto interrupts.

“Jesus Christ Gojo.”

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“Shut up!” Gojo exclaims, “I’m thinking give me a second would ya?”

“Nanami if your leaving I’m coming with you.”

“Wanna go now Shoko?”

“Guys!”

Gojo slumps forward in his chair, his face resting on the table as he whines.

Geto rests a hand on his back and chuckles, shaking his head at the two other sorcerers.

“It’s ok Satoru, we can all figure something out ‘kay?”

“Yea?” Gojo replies, his voice muffled by the table.

“Yea.”

Instantly, Gojo springs up, his eyes as wide as his smile.

“Ok let’s brainstorm.” Geto suggest, his voice like honey as he removes his hand from Gojo’s back and reaches back to his tea.

“What if we spill tea over him!” Gojo gasped, pointing towards the cup in Geto’s hand, a sharp look crossing his face.

“Stupid. Y/N would see us.” Shoko grumbles.

“No- See Shoko, the point of a brain storming session means we make suggestions and listen without judgement.” Gojo argues, crossing his arms.

“Yea but your idea was stupid.” Nanami concludes, watching as Shoko nods.

“You suggest something then Nanamin!”

“I’m suggesting nothing, this whole idea is foolish.”

“OoOoh “Foolish” is it?”

“I’m leaving.”

Nanami stands up reaching for his bag, scowling at Gojo.

“Hey, hey Nanami c’mon ignore him he’s just..” Geto pauses with a quick regard to Gojo, “He’s just Satoru.”

“An idiot.” Shoko chimes.

“Yes, an idiot.”

Nanami sighs as he sits down, placing his brown bag back at his feet reluctantly ignoring Gojo’s grin.

“…What if we trip up the waitress as she’s bringing them their food.” Shoko suggests, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

“That could work!”

“No, Satoru, that just causes trouble to the waiting staff.”

“And?”

Geto rolls his eyes, “We don’t need to cause anyone any trouble just because you’re too afraid to just ask Y/N out.”

“I am not afraid!” Gojo moans, putting his face in his hands.

“Uh huh, that’s why you fell out with her when she told you about the date.” Shoko laughs, wiping off ash from her arm.

“What was I supposed to do?” Gojo queries, frowning.

“Talk to her?” Nanami deadpans, “Like a normal person.”

“Our Gojo isn’t normal though.” Shoko winks, nudging an unamused Nanami.

“Focus guys.” Geto says, clapping his hands twice to draw attention.

Your sweet laugh echoes through the cafe, and Gojo pouts, shoulders slumping.

You were supposed to be sitting opposite him laughing.

It was supposed to be his food with which you shared.

And yet one petty argument about some random guy you had met in returning from your last mission asking you out, had ruined everything.

The shared glances between you and Gojo, how you leaned on his shoulder when you slept in classes, the way he would always keep an eye on your cursed energy when joining you in battle.

All those little moments had dissolved in the bitter moments after you informed him of your date, a small smile dancing in your eyes.

“He said I was pretty Toru’” You had said, your eyes wide, and Gojo wanted to cover the love sick gleam glistening in your eyes with his hand.

“I always think your pretty.” He mumbled, watching you cock your head in confusion.

“What was that?” You questioned, leaning towards him slightly, trying to recall his quiet words.

“Nothin’.” His curt response didn’t phase you as you moved backwards, a charming skip in your step.

“Think he sounds stupid.” Gojo was never good at expressing his true feelings, and in that moment, Gojo’s sheer panic over you leaving him overpowered his aloofness.

“You think someone thinking I’m pretty is stupid?” Your shoulders fell, and you turn to him, a small lour crossing your face.

“What? No? That’s not what I-”

“It what’s you said though Toru’” You sighed, and Gojo cursed at himself for the glimmer of insecurity that appeared to vex you in that moment.

“It’s just- Well he’s just stupid.”

“So you are calling him stupid for telling me I’m pretty.”

“No! He’s stupid! Not his words!”

“That’s the same thing Gojo!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

And now Gojo’s watching as Geto summons one of his smallest and weakest curses to push your stupid dates chair over, sunglasses off and held in his fist.

“Oh so we’re actually going with this plan? I wasn’t imagining it?” Shoko muses, stealing a forkful of Nanami’s brownie.

“Nobody else had any better ideas.” Gojo silenced, waving a hand in her direction, practically clamouring on top of Geto to watch.

“Satoru watch it, I can’t see where my curse is going with you on me.” Geto scolds, brushing the white haired man off.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Nanami’s disinterest oozes out from his voice, nudging his plate over to Shoko who smiles brightly at his offer.

Geto flexes his hand, ensuring that the curse went unnoticed by you, it ducked under a table and weaved between chair legs.

“Make sure Y/N doesn’t see it!” Gojo panics, his hand covering his mouth.

Geto pauses, and looks over his shoulder towards Gojo, eyebrow raised.

“…Sit down Satoru.”

And Gojo immediately drops, hands on his legs.

The curse bobbles over to under your dates chair, and Geto smiles, before releasing his hold.

The sound of your dates chair toppling over boomed through the cafe, and with a swift flick of his finger, the curse dissapears, and all four of the sorcerer’s immediately drop their heads.

“Oh my God? Are you ok?!” Your concerned voice follows, and you stand up instantly, rushing towards your date, who grins at you from the floor.

“Oops, must have slipped.” He smiles, accepting your hand in helping in up, wiping the memory of his fall off of his jeans. “At least I have a pretty lady to help me in my moment of weakness.”

You giggle, and push his shoulder, “Oh shush you tease.” Bending over to pick up his chair.

“Oh no don’t worry I got it.” Your date winks, helping you lift the chair.

“How??!?!” Gojo groans, watching you swoon, “What is happening?”

“Man.. She must really like him eh?” Shoko offers, sharing a cheeky smile with Geto.

“Maybe it’s hopeless.” Nanami chimes in, “Do you want to finish this?” He asks Shoko, gesturing to the half eaten brownie.

“Actually?”

“Yea go on, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“Maybe.” Geto cuts in, “Maybe we should just leave them be? Let it fizzle out naturally?”

“What if there is no naturally Suguru.” Gojo mopes, kicking the leg of the table.

“Gojo it’s obvious she likes you, and it’s obvious you’re both smitten.” Shoko says, her voice muffled and she finishes Nanami’s brownie.

“..You think?”

“Everyone thinks.” Nanami replies, “Haibara thought you two were dating when we first joined the school.”

“How is Haibara by the way?” Geto questioned, “Why didn’t he join us?”

“Not sure, he said something about needing more sleep before his first solo mission.”

“Isn’t that next week?” Shoko adds.

“He likes his sleep.”

“Come on guys! Focus!!” Gojo exclaims. “I’m in a dire situation here!!”

“A dire situation that could be solved with a conversation, Gojo.” Nanami rolls his eyes.

“Try the curse again Suguru.”

“Satoru it didn’t work once, it probably won’t work a second time.”

“Ugh.” Gojo slumps back, a sigh escaping his lips. “If you’re all so sure Y/N likes me, then why is she with that loser right now?”

“She probably got tired waiting for you to make a move Gojo.” Shoko replies.

“Yea the “will they, won’t they” becomes tiresome after a while.” Geto agrees, pushing his empty cup towards the middle of the table.

“Ah!” Shoko says pointing over at you.

“They’re leaving Gojo.” Nanami affirms, joining Shoko in pointing.

“What?!?” Gojo gapes, “No!”

Geto laughs, shoving Gojo to his feet, watching you leave the cafe. “Go get her Satoru.”

“But how?” Gojo moans.

“Just go!” They all exclaim, and Gojo pauses for a split second before he’s bounding towards the door.

By the time he’s outside, you’re waving goodbye to your date, promising to call him as he walks the other way.

You look happy he thinks, and suddenly feels very out of place.

Gojo’s begins to turn to go back into the cafe, admitting defeat, when he hears your voice behind him.

“Gojo?” You gasp, disbelief permeating from your voice. And Gojo freezes, turning around awkwardly to face you.

“Hi.” Gojo replied, scuffing his shoes against the ground as he approaches you, hands in his pockets attempting to appear cool.

You look at him, your mouth slightly agape as you fiddle with the sleeve of your jumper, processing his appearance.

“You followed me to my date?” You ask accusingly, glancing around.

“He didn’t offer to take you home?” Gojo chooses to ignore you, refusing to acknowledge the implication of your words.

“I told him I could go back by myself.”

“Some guy.”

“Satoru.” You pause, lifting a hand to stop him, “Why are you here?”

A car drives past the pair of you, it’s headlights cast shadows across his perfect face and your hold yourself back from staring.

He stalls, looking at you for a moment. “C’mere, I’ll walk you home.”

“Satoru.”

You’re tired of his deflections, for once you just want to talk.

You both stare at each-other, silence decorating the air between you.

And Gojo shakes his head, stepping backwards and looking away.

“You look good.” He mutters.

“Good?”

“Pretty alright? You look pretty, he was right.”

“My date?”

Gojo’s sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose slightly as he leans down to look at you.

“Who else?” He muses.

You don’t understand, your heart fluttering pathetically in your chest as you prove further.

“Why are you telling me this now?” You ask, your voice light, scarce of hope.

“Because.” Gojo hesitates, hating how unsure he sounds in this moment. “Because you are.”

You step towards him, it’s a slow movement and Gojo watches you almost cautiously.

“It took me going on a date with someone else for you to finally say something?” You tease, your hands shaking despite the confidence in your words.

“Would have said something without him, y’know?”

“..Really?” Your eyes widen, a tiny grin crossing your face.

Gojo nods, and you take another step and hug him, burying your face in the warmth of his chest.

And Gojo’s smile almost hurts his cheeks as he wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you in closer.

“You’re an idiot.” You mumble, looking up at him.

“But you like me.” He replies, cockily grinning down at you, blue eyes sparkling.

“Yea, I do.” You whisper, clinging to him, moving your head backdown to face his chest, face burning with your confession.

A small kiss is placed on the top of your head and you hold back a giddy laugh, pulling away from his embrace completely.

“So…Does that mean you’ll let me take you out?” Gojo questions, taking your hand and pulling you gently along to walk with him.

“Hmm I don’t know..Are you asking?” Your head leans on his arm, grabbing his arm as you walk.

“I would take you somewhere much better than that shitty cafe.”

And you’re laughing, “You love that cafe Toru.”

And he laughs with you, a long arm circling around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

And Geto, Shoko and Nanami watch from the window of the cafe, shaking their heads.

“Idiots.” Shoko says.

“Completely.” Nanami agrees.

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A/N : HELLLLLOOOO PEOPLE !! ABBY’S BACK !!! thank you for the request sweets this is literally one of my favourite concepts ever I cannot cope!!!! I love teenage Gojo so much :( BUT ALSO Shoko <333333 — i hope everyone is happy and healthy, i finished this at 2am and i have school tmrw pls kill me rn i hope a car hits me when i walk in, genuinley this no longer a joke.

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astrorafe · 2 months

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don’t make a sound ⭑ rafe cameron

warnings ; car sex, fingering, rafe being rafe, dirty talk.

18+ mdni

you were both en route to a charity event, one set up by rafes parents. rafe didn't tell you much about the event, only to dress nice, and that he didn’t want to go.

“im telling you baby, your mom just wants us to make an appearance, then you can go wasted with the guys,” were your exact words to help convince your blue eyed boyfriend.

he wasn't pleased that you forced him to go, but you definitely made up for it last night. “agree yo go with me to the event tomorrow, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight.”

your words led to you being tied up, having 4 orgasms and as he would call it, ‘the best night of your life’

the man was a god in every aspect, making you feel things you'd never before felt. and as promised on the way to the event he sparks a conversation,

"do you think i can make you cum before we get there?" his signature smirk plastered against his lips. you quickly shushed him, nodding your head towards the gentleman driving the limo.

"the divider is up, the guy can't hear or see anything baby i promise" he said, hand trailing up your thigh, underneath your dress trying to convince you more.

"we only have like 4 minutes though," you commented with hesitation before fully submitting to your boyfriend, his smirk having you weak in the knees.

the pads of his fingers connect with your clit, starting off with slow, circular movements. his actions caused you to roll your eyes, biting your lip in hopes you don't make too much noise.

"no panties, huh? naughty girl" he raised his eyebrows and his smirk widened.

"i know you like it that way" you replied, receiving a satisfied nod from your boyfriend

"actually princess, i prefer you naked, but i doubt you'll agree to that right now" he muttered.

rafe started kissing your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin. he slowly rubs your clit with one finger, fastening his pace, moans nearly escaping your lips.

he suddenly stopped his movements and sunk two fingers deep inside of you, causing you to bring your hand to cover your mouth.

"cmon baby, be a good girl. you know how much I love to hear you" rafe groaned in your ear.

you adjusted and placed your lips by his ear, allowing you to moan into his ear, only loud enough for him to hear.

"fuck rafe, it feels so good," you breathlessly moaned. “i love it when you touch me, makes me feel insane" you carried on.

he let out an appreciative moan, now using his thumb on your clit whilst using his fingers the exact way you love.

“good girl taking my fingers so well for me.” he lets out a groan at the way you shiver for him.

you felt the familiar feeling in your gut, tightening around his fingers.

"rafe, im gonna..." you started, sentence being taken over by a muffled moan. rafe absolutely loved the way you clenched around him, whether it be his cock or his fingers.

“atta girl, cum for me.” kissing your neck and fastening his pace, you clench around him one last time. “good girl, staying quiet for me.” your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard between the two of you.

"just in time" he said, kissing the side of your head whilst pulling his fingers out of you. you hissed at the sensitive feeling, opening your eyes to see you were pulling into the parking lot of the club.

you straightened your dress as best as you could, and lazily combed your fingers through your hair, wiping away any smudged make up from under your eyes where you'd clenched them shut not 2 minutes ago.

"how do I look?" you asked rafe, turning your body to face him.

"like you deserve more than my fingers" he chuckled. you playfully smacked his arm at the crude comment, only after letting out a small laugh.

"you’re disgusting" you joked.

"say that again, and I'll show you how disgusting I am in the bathroom" he said, raising his eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“i don’t think i have to say anything, we both know we'll be in the bathroom soon enough" you smiled.

the door opened and you both got out, rafe holding onto your hand to help you.

"you ready?" you asked him

"you’re here baby, im always ready"

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first work 😭, lowkey hate it and will def be going back to edit but for nowww here it is ! also reqs are open for anyone tbhhh i get bored lol so :)

#k’s works ✮⋆˙#rafe x reader #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #outer banks

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atinystraynstay · 1 month

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Pretty Boy Rock - Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: Every girl in your office swooned over Yoon Jeonghan besides you. Yet, Jeonghan always liked a challenge.

Pairing: Colleague!Yoon Jeonghan x fem. reader

Genre: "I won't fall for you because everyone else does" girl meets the "I get whoever I want" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ this is only the second one so we still have a long way to go!

First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Word Count: 2k

Friday afternoon, 12:25pm

"Did you see what Jeonghan is wearing today?" "Girl, how could I not notice? My attention was all over his slacks." "The front or the back?"

Oh god. Give me a fucking break.

If there was one thing you hated, it was gossip around the office. Especially when it came in the form of girls basically drooling over one of your colleagues, Yoon Jeonghan. And of all places, they decided to take their little thirst fest into the break room.

"You know, there is something that I noticed," you said, popping into the conversation.

Immediately, heads snapped towards your direction. You were a bit taken back by the abrupt movement, fearing that their own heads would fall off. Either because they didn't realize you were in the room or they were interested in what you out of all people had to say. You were one of the few survivors of the trance Jeonghan seemed to place over your female colleagues. And if you had something to say regarding the matter, they surely were interested.

You couldn't help but smile slightly as you set down your silverware. The element of surprise had to be on your side here. You just had come in to enjoy your salad, but why not enjoy a show?

All the women leaned in, anticipating for what you might have to say. Your eyes glanced from side to side, as if you were scooping the scene to make sure there were no unwanted listeners. Getting the hint, the women leaned further in to hear the secret you were about to spill.

Time to go in the for the kill. In the loudest voice you could possible muster, you said the following:

"The way you talk about Jeonghan is quite disgusting. You hate when the men in the office talk about your skirts or how tight your blouses, but here you are drooling over Jeonghan in just a pair of pants? Pathetic. Close your mouths, ladies, or you might flood the office."

The small group gasped at you, eyes glaring at you but also glancing around to make sure nobody had looked in their direction. Their faces red in embarrassment as you smirked triumphantly.

Being the polite person you are, you bowed your head gently to pardon yourself. Gathering all the trash from your lunch, you threw it away and was about to make your exit.

"You're just upset that you're not Jeonghan's type," one of the woman muttered.

You couldn't help but laugh at their claim. You turned towards the group who seemed to be mustering all the courage they could to stand up to you. At the same time, you raised an eyebrow and had your hands on your hips. Do they really think their words will hurt you?

"Oh no! What will I ever do?" You said dramatically. "At least I don't live in some delusion where me and my friends are all after the same guy? I mean, he can only pick one of you. Or worse, he picks none of you."

Their eyes widened and mouths dropped at your words. Don't mess with the bull or you might get the horns. They seemed to be trying to come up with another comeback, but all you could do was walk away. Not worth wasting your breath on them.

You began to make your way back to your cubicle. You still had a few reports you needed to get done with before you could close out for the weekend. It wasn't that you hated your job. If anything, you kind of liked the routine it put you in. You even were beginning to be handed more responsibilities like leading presentations and joining brainstorming sessions for different marketing campaigns.

You definitely didn't have the time to be oogling over the looks of Yoon Jeonghan.

As you settled back at your dress, you let out a sigh. As invested as you were in the work you were doing, you couldn't help but feel as if time was dragging now that it was towards the later part of the day. Just 3 more hours.

"Well look who it is," a voice called out.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose a bit. You recognized that voice anywhere. Your attention was locked on the computer monitor in front of you, thinking that if you ignore the interruption it would just go away naturally. That was until you felt like something was looming over.

With a narrow gaze, you looked up to see the devil himself - Yoon Jeonghan. His arms rested against the top of your cubicle wall. You realy thought you had been silent enough to get back to work without alerting the beast. But by judging by the smirk curled on his lips, you knew he had been waiting for you. The black tie was loose around his neck with the sleeves of his white button up were rolled up to his forearms.

"Missed you, darling." "What can I do to help you, Mr. Yoon?" You did your best to keep a montone voice.

You didn't want to give any sort of impression you could be into what is happening.

"Mr. Yoon? What is with the formalies, y/n?" He gasped. "Well, I'm here to do my job and not entertain whatever this is," you explained.

"Is it actually that harmful for a man to be friendly?" "But what's the catch?" "Go out with me."

Your eyes widened and you nearly laughed. He frowned at your reaction but still stood his ground. There was no need to give any indicator that his ego had deflated a bit. He was not used to someone being so upfront with their rejection, normally accustomed to a shy "I don't know." But you were different. There was a reason he did this little waltz with you.

You and Jeonghan have been working together since you joined the company last year. He was technically someone in your department that could have been a mentor, but you were quickly swayed away by his flirtatious manner. Seeing that you were not dropping on your knees, begging for his attention, Jeonghan saw the challenge and knew he could beat it. There was a way to get into your heart, no matter how icy and impenetrable you wanted to come across.

He would crack the code, one way or another.

"I don't think it's a joke, doll. We're two attractive people. Come on. One meal couldn't hurt you." "Jeonghan, being in the same room as you is sometimes insufferable. How do I even know you don't want to go out with me because someone else was busy, hmm? I mean, weren't you just coupled up with the receptionist?" "Couldn't be fit into her Google Calendar."

You rolled your eyes at his response before dropping your gaze back down to your computer. You pretended to be typing away at one of the numerous documents you had pulled open, hoping it was enough for Jeonghan to get the hint.

However, he could tell you weren't budging quite yet. He also picked up on your little act as your screen was completely black. The brightness from the screen wasn't reflecting onto your face whatsoever. Still, he found you absolutely adorable.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. This is unprofessional of me, y/n. I'll leave you be."

Fucking finally.

Monday morning, 8:59am

Ding

Your heels clicked along the tile flooring of your office. It poured during your commute into work, which caused you to be stuck behind more traffic than usual. You didn't always mind, but it just put you in a foul mood. Especially since you had to sacrifice your Monday morning coffee run. It was ritual for you, and now the whole week felt like it was just off balance.

"Woah y/n. Your bad mood seems to have brought the bad weather," a voice called out to you.

Your gaze narrowed in the direction the voice came from. Your hair was slightly damped as you had to run into the front of the building from your parking spot because of course you didn't think it was going to run and didn't bring an umbrella with you.

Looking over, you noticed it was one of the girls from the break room on Friday. You rolled your eyes to refrain yourself from sticking up your middle finger. You just offered a polite smile before marching to your desk. As you moved, you heard her and her friends giggling at you. This is why you despised any sort of office relationship.

"Hey, y/n. You okay?" Jeonghan called out.

You were about to enter your cubicle when you saw Jeonghan overlooking your cubicle again. Your jacket rested on the back of your chair. it would be a miracle if it dried at all before the end of the day. You were also grateful you had a pair of flats you could change into in attempt to save your soaked shoes too. Plus, it as a good excuse to slip out of heels. You didn't mind wearing them but always valued comfort over appearance.

"Yeah," you murmured.

Usually, you would expect a snide comment from Jeonghan. Or a flirty attempt in righting the situation. But there was nothing. It cause you to freeze and look up to see what was going on. Jeonghan was only staring at you with almost a friendly smile on his face. Not a smirk but a smile.

You wanted to question it, but as you were calming down from your hectic morning, something else caught your attention. An iced coffee was sitting on your desk with a winky face on it. What the fuck?

You opened your mouth to question it but looked at Jeonghan instead. In response, he winked at you before slipping behind the wall that divided the two of you.

Standing there, you felt something unusual throughout your body. You felt warm and tingly, especially in your stomach. Your heart was doing somersaults. It was comparable to in cartoons when the heart leaps out of the character's chest. You stared at the coffee, specifically at the marker drawn winky face staring back at you.

Jeonghan did this? For me?

Your eyes couldn't help but wonder to see if this was a prank or if there was a hidden camera. Jeonghan still wasn't lurking in his usual spot. You also noticed that nobody else had an iced coffee on their desk awaiting for them. A blush overtook your cheeks, but you quickly sat down before anyone noticed.

Reaching forward, you moved the plastic container towards you to see it was from the local coffee shop you frequent. It was the place you went every Monday morning, the place you had to skip out on today or else you would be late. But what struck you was that he got your exact order.

Your blush intensified. You kept your head ducked as you took a sip out of the delicious drink. There was no denying the smile on your face wasn't just because of the coffee but because of Yoon Jeonghan.

And on the other side of the wall, Jeonghan was smirking to himself. He got his computer turned on before going to make himself a cup of coffee from the break room. He didn't often frequent coffee shops as they often didn't have decaf coffee. When he walked into the place around the corner from your office building, he asked the woman behind the corner if you had been in yet. Saying no and noting how odd it was, Jeonghan seized the opportuntiy. He asked for your usual order and requested a winky face drawn on it.

"Are you her boyfriend? She's mentioned there's a guy she's interested in at her place of work."

That's all the encouragement Jeonghan needed to go through with his plan. He shook his head but smiled at the barista. "No, not yet. I'm hoping this catches her attention."

And by the looks of your blushing face, he was close to winning you over. He always gets what he wants, and he certainly had his eyes locked on you.

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bigguyenthusiast · 1 month

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Could you please make one about Ghost X reader

Ghost treated reader badly as trying to prove she doesn't get his attention , like ignore her in front of others when she asks about work related stuff nothing personal..

And over time she genuinely starts hating him ... And once she hates someone she never goes back and completely ignore them and forget about them .. and this pisses Ghost and makes him angry ...

Okay, part 2 will be released soon, promise, this is a bit different, but part 2 will be make better sense smooches you on the forehead

CW: SMUT, Simon being an asshole, fingering, breeding, simon having a humiliation kink, simon refusing to admit he likes you, just simon.

You never liked begging someone for their attention—too prideful, too confident in yourself to be asking, fuck, or downright begging someone to give you a bit of their time.

But your pride seems to tarnish the moment you had a chance to sleep with the man that you’ve been shamelessly flirting with for months now.

You looked up at his brown eyes, glaring down at you. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling as he has your hands trapped in one of his, pinned against the wall.

“This is what you want, wanted?” Ghost muttered out, roughly smushing your cheeks to force you to look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed, not even knowing what he’s referring to.

“You like throwing yourself at everyone, don’t you? Hm?” He began, the hand that pinned your hands to the wall now forcing you to be thrown into his bed. You couldn’t even get the chance to think before his large, muscular arms were holding you down on his bed, the sound of springs bending under your weights, your breath becoming shallow and quick.

His rough hand feeling up your side, fingers pressing into every dip on your figure, his free hand coming up to his face, lifting his mask to show a scarred lower part of his face, his strong jaw lettered with some blonde hairs, his messy, sharp teeth shining as he pulled his lips into a smirk, but it wasn’t a mischievous smirk or a funny one; this one felt... hungry? That was the only way you could describe it, paired with that look in his eyes.

This man was ready to devour you whole, and you wanted him to more than anything else. Your brain is now filled with thoughts of what he’ll do to you right now, completely forgetting the previous question you had.

“Strip, get on all fours, sergeant,” your lieutenant demanded. All you could do was nod and follow his orders; he doesn’t seem to change, just standing there, towering over you as his gaze stays stuck on your now-bare skin.

As you take the final piece off, your underwear, you get interrupted.

“Hand those over,” he said as he let his large palm out, beckoning you to put the now damp piece of clothing in his hand. You were reluctant, not elbowing what he’s going to do. This man is the true meaning of the word enigma.

After placing the pair in his hand, his fingers played with the fabric as he bit his lower lip, his eyes never leaving your figure as you lay on the bed, ass up with your pretty head in the pillows. You hated this habit, but you loved smelling his scent, whether it’s when he’s sparring with you, ‘helping’ you with paper work—he’s just bullying you—or on the first day when he wrapped his muscular arms around you to help you learn how to shoot a gun—like you didn’t know already.

And his sheets—oh, his sheets—were filled with his scent. At first, it was disgusting, but with how stupidly attracted to this man you are, the smell of sweat, gun powder, and cum

Ugh, this man is disgusting, and you’re letting him put his dirty hands all over you, his palm holding your neck steady as he reaches and shoves your pants in your mouth, his hand now in your hair, forcing you to look up at him, eyes widened with muffled moans with every rough movement he produced.

“God, if only you could see how pathetic you look right now,” he chuckled before giving your cheek a couple of rough pats and moving down to your ass.

You could hear the zipper of his pants unzipping. You closed your eyes as you tried to even out your breathing, but your body shook as you felt his finger slide between your folds. Your moans were muffled by the fabric shoved in your mouth.

His finger slid in and out of you, starting off slowly before speeding up. His other hand came down to play with your clitoral area. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him insert another finger. His thick fingers filled you up better than any dick you’ve had. Your body was shaking as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you already.

But seconds before you could feel that release you’ve been dying for, his fingers popped out, leaving your poor pussycat clenching around nothing and his now wet hand coming back down to slap your puffy pussycat, making you cry out.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum; better be on your best behavior if you want to,” his deep voice rang, making you nod your head, your hair pressed against his sheets, now stranding and sticking to your sweaty face.

You felt his dick slide in between your slick fold, rubbing his aching hard cock, refusing to put it. Your hand reached back to where it was, trying to put it in you, but your efforts failed. Simon’s hand grabbed both of yours and pressed them against the middle of your back.

“I said be on your best behavior.” His voice sounded deeper, angrier. He was losing what little patience he had with you.

Without any warning, his duck rammed into your hole, and your head snapped as you cried out into the crumbled cloth.

"Aww, what’s wrong, Lovie? I thought this was what you wanted, hm?” His voice was condensed and humiliating.

You couldn’t do anything but sit there and take what he forcefully gave you.

Each thrust making you see heaven, one hand holding your hands back, and another grasping the roots of your hair, the pain and the pleasure mixing in so well, every second felt so long, trying so hard to cum all over his girthy dick as it plunged in and out of your now-abused hole.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You spat out the now wet cloth out of your mouth, crying out for him to let you

“Please, please Simon, I can't—seriously, I can’t take it anymore. Please, please let me—fuck!—let me cum, please, sir.”

God, you sounded pathetic, but you know that’s how he wanted you to be—all pathetic and drooling all over, just for him, all for him.

He chuckled. You only whined out, thinking he was going to torture you even more, but his hand that was holding your arms reached to your neck, bringing your body up to be pressed against his front, feeling the rough fabric of his uniform, the straps, and random shit he had in his vest pockets pressed against your flushed skin.

You cranked your neck slightly to look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, mouth pulled into a frown with your flushed cheeks made him almost cum, and the eye contact you were giving him almost made him cum, fuck.

He grabbed your cheeks, making you face the front of his bed, watching the wall, the empty white walls, feeling his breath against your neck, goosebumps appearing when his sharp teeth grazed your skin.

“Cum for me, love, be a good girl, and show me how much you love this dick,” he whispered before biting a spot at the crook of your neck, his movements going in a fast motion, his heavy balls slapping your clitoral area with every few thrusts.

You moaned out, no cloth to muffle your cries now, from the pain caused by his teeth and the unbelieving pleasure of finally cuddling.

“Ngh, oh god! Simon! A-aah!” You cried out, unable to keep it in anymore.

But his name falling from your lips made him cum immediately after you, his thrusts slowing down before he let your body fall back on the bed. He pumped his cum deep inside you, pulling out, seeing his cum dripping out, his thick fingers coming back down to your sensitive pussy, fingering you to keep his cum deep inside you.

“Better not waste a drop,” he chuckled before slapping your ass a few times before getting off the bed and stretching his back.

He fetched a towel, throwing it at you. The microfiber fabric landed on your face, making you take it off immediately as you glared at him.

You cleaned yourself up as he grabbed your clothes and put them next to you, his dick back in his pants, now zippered with his mask fully on.

“Put your clothes on and get going, soldier,” he commented. You looked up at him as you cleaned up some of the cum dripping from your used hole. The air felt so awkward. and weirdly, you tried to lighten the mood.

“Damn, you must do this a lot. Got another date coming?” You chuckled as you grabbed your cargo.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly the most satisfying for me, so better get going,” he replied, making you stop midway. You looked up at him; maybe his eyes would be squinting, indicating a smile. But no, nothing but dead eyes spared you less than a second before he moved to his desk.

Embarrassed, you put your clothes on immediately and grabbed your pants before opening the door to his room and slamming it behind you. You furiously walked to your barracks, which were only a couple of doors away.

How fucking dare he? Who did he think he was? Coming inside you, then having the audacity to say that?

You walked into your room, ridding yourself of your sweaty clothes, grabbing a towel and some change of clothes as you rushed to the female bathrooms, you needed a shower, immediately, to calm you and rid you of that gross feeling of being… used

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Day 18: protecting

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“Are you okay with this?” Spencer asked, as he was about to walk through the door into the interrogation room.

You had captured the main suspect in a series of murders and Hotch gave Reid the task of interrogating him, but part of the plan was that after he asked some questions you would accompany him since you fit perfectly into victimology. If the man behind the glass was actually guilty, you were in the presence of a narcissistic and misogynistic criminal of the worst kind, violent enough to murder a woman in a matter of seconds if she didn't show interest, and that's why he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that part of the plan.

“Yes, Reid. Everything is fine” to be honest, that answer wasn’t what you wanted to give him, but the case had given you so much headache in the last few days that all you wanted was for it to end, and if the only way to do it was to use yourself as bait, you were ready for it.

The man nodded and then opened the door to enter the room. He asked some questions to the detainee, who had asked not to be handcuffed as a condition for answering, and at one point your partner looked into the mirror to give you the signal.

Ted, that was the unsub's name, tensed up when he saw you enter and was quiet for a second, taking in your entire appearance before speaking again. The look completely sickened you, but you had to stop yourself and Spencer pulled out a chair so you could sit.

“This is my partner, Agent Y/L/N.”

"Agent? I thought a cupcake like this would be your secretary,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand on the table. You were about to remove it when Spencer stepped forward to gently take it and lower it into your lap, removing it from the criminal's reach as he watched him seriously.

“She's here to watch you, nothing more. Let's continue with the questions."

The agent continued talking to get as much information as possible and you remained as composed as possible, avoiding doing anything that would contribute to his fantasy. But every time Ted deigned to answer he did so without taking his eyes off you and Spencer noticed your stiffness as the minutes passed, so he lowered one of his hands to your knee to squeeze it, as if he were trying to tell you silently that he was there for you.

His big, loving hand calmed you just a little, but that was better than nothing. But what little calm you could have was replaced by a bad feeling when you heard that disgusting man's voice.

“Have you seen the photos of those women?”

That was the second time he spoke specifically towards you and it made you look at him, noticing that he had a satisfied face that made you shiver.

“I am asking the questions”

“They were just like you…” he continued, ignoring your partner's words “Poor girls, they look so helpless and bruised. The man who did that to her definitely made them suffer. If I were you, I wouldn't walk around alone.”

“Mr. Sanders, you are here to answer questions, not to chat.”

“It's okay, Reid,” you murmured. The unsub wanted to talk and thanks to the profile you knew that the more involved you got, the more he would say, so you accepted the responsibility of pushing him away so that he would give you a confession: “If I'm honest, I'm not afraid, not of you or anyone. And I don't even believe that you killed those women”

Although Ted appeared calm, the slight movement of his eyebrows made you realize that being questioned by a woman was irritating him, but he wouldn't give in.

“Then why are you questioning me if you're so sure it wasn't me?”

“A simple suspect elimination procedure,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders. “If you're not handcuffed, it's not because you asked for it, but because you're not a danger. You’ve never done anything meaningful with your life, why would this time be any different?”

It was obvious that your words resonated with him and so you looked at Spencer to get his approval of your actions or a sign for you to stop. Luckily, you got the first one.

“And who are you to talk? You're just a little bitch that was sent here as a bad attempt to trick me”

“And even then, you won’t achieve in your life even half of the things that I have done”

“I highly doubt it,” he laughed.

You suddenly remembered an important characteristic that you had included in the profile and you thought that perhaps a woman hurting his ego would be the straw that broke the camel's back and finally spilled his guilt. It could also result in him attacking you, but it would be worth a try.

"Poor thing, who are you trying to fool?” you scoffed, leaning across the table in his direction until you only needed to whisper, “You can't even get a decent erection.”

Although you imagined it, you definitely didn't expect that man to lunge at you and grab your neck tightly in response to your provocation. He was extremely strong and that's why he managed to push you to the wall, where he lifted you a couple of centimeters off the floor while you kicked.

Fortunately he held you for only a few seconds, because right after Spencer had already lunged at him to free you. You never believed that your friend had the strength to push a grown, muscular man against the space next to you on the wall and not only that, but to bring him back to the table to subdue him with his chest against it and his arms in the back. You didn't even know when he had time to draw his revolver, which was already placed firmly against the detainee's temple.

You were struggling to catch your breath, but even with your blurred vision you managed to register your partner's expression. He was brimming with anger, like you had never seen before.

“If you touch her again, I'm going to put a hole in your head, do you understand?”

Amid the commotion you saw the security guards and Agent Morgan quickly enter the room to help restrain Ted, now placing a necessary pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

“You're going to die, whore,” he growled at you, wanting to break free to attack you again. Your friend just roughly pushed him outside, ready to guide him to a cell inside the police station where he would stay until you guys figured something out.

With just two jumps Spencer was already in front of you and you felt that he was shaking when his hands went up to your face to lift it a little so he could check your neck, although you didn't know if he was shaking from anger or fear.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” his tone of voice had softened compared to the tone he had used with Ted and that made you feel a little safer.

“I… I think so.”

“That damn son of a bitch,” you heard him whisper between his teeth, taking the time to check every inch of your skin. Once he was satisfied, he looked you straight in the eyes and realized that you were crying “No, no, pretty…”

You didn't even know why you were shedding tears, it was probably just from the shock of what had just happened, but your friend's hug felt like a wonderful comfort.

“I didn't mean to get in the way of this, I swear.”

“Don’t say that,” he asked in a serious voice, pulling you closer. “Thanks to you we now have a reason to keep him here, and when we have enough evidence, we will give that monster what he deserves and we will lock him up for life. I will take care of it myself if necessary.”

There was a different kind of hatred in his words, something you had rarely seen towards an unsub: it was a personal and strong feeling.

“Thank you for defending me”

"Are you kidding?" he murmured almost offended, while he separated from you to observe you “We are a team and I will never let anyone lay a finger on you, do you understand me? Nobody. Never"

After that he held you against him again and then you could cry freely, sheltered by his warm and wide body. When had he become so strong? You didn't know it, but you were grateful that a man like him was taking care of you.

And as he comforted you, he realized that the promise he had just made to you wasn't empty, like many people make, because Spencer knew that he would be able to face his worst fears if you were in danger. He had done it this time and he would do it as many times as necessary to keep you completely safe.

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glasvera · 2 years

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Three's a Crowd... But Four is a Party

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Robin Buckley

Description: You and Eddie have been together for a while, and as a bisexual couple there's one thing you can agree on: Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington are hot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), Oral (F Receiving), Fingering (F Receiving), Semi-Public (they're in Steve's backyard), Robin only partakes in sexual acts with Reader and does not interact romantically or sexually with Steve or Eddie in any way.

A/N: I want so desperately to be the plaything of these three. Oh and yes, there will be a part 2 eventually.

Word Count: 6660

Part 2 can be found here!

It was a cool summer evening in Hawkins, the breeze blowing lightly as the four of you passed around an expertly rolled joint, courtesy of your boyfriend Eddie Munson, and your faces were lit by the soft otherworldly blue of the pool lights. You’d all gathered at Steve’s place for your weekly movie night before collectively deciding that nothing sounded properly appealing. You’d also collectively realized that a dip in the pool sounded much more inviting.

Robin was currently the only one actually in the pool, at least fully submerged in it, as Steve was laid back in one of the beach chairs he’d set up and you and Eddie lingered by the edge as you smoked. You’re not sure how it started, but Eddie and Robin had engaged in a heated debate on the intricacies of pleasuring a woman.

“Listen, all I’m saying is I think a girl would know her way around lady bits better than a guy,” Robin protested, one arm holding the side of the pool as she gestured wildly with the other hand and the water lapped softly at her movements.

You kicked your feet in the water as you sat on the rough concrete edge and leaned into Eddie’s bare chest behind you as he took a drag, giggling as he and Robin continued their spat.

“And I’m saying,” Eddie nodded his head sharply in emphasis, his hair tickling your cheek as he leaned forward and exhaled a puff of smoke, “It’s about the experience. You gotta know what you’re doing.”

Steve piped up from the chair he was lounging in behind you. “Oh? And is experience something Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson has a lot of?” he jabbed, reaching forward to grab the joint from Eddie’s hand.

Eddie scoffed as he handed it off, returning his hands to your sides and giving them a squeeze as you let out a giggly squeal, “With this one, I sure do.” You rolled your eyes and lightly elbowed him, feeling the gentle, ticklish warmth from where his fingers touched.

Steve grimaced at the public display of affection with mock disgust as he pressed the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply. “And on that note, I’m gonna grab another beer,” he said, jumping up to walk towards the kitchen. “Get you guys anything?” he called over his shoulder.

You all placed your orders as he walked away before Eddie took notice, “Hey! Harrington! At least leave the weed behind, would you?”

Steve turned around, standing in the doorway as he leaned against his arm and made a show of taking the longest drag yet. From the distance all you could see was the small glowing spot grow in intensity between his fingers as he wiggled his eyebrows tauntingly.

“Consider it payment for me letting you guys use my pool!” he called back as he lowered the joint to flick the ash off on the ground.

“Oh fuck you, Harrington,” Eddie protested with a flash of his middle finger, his rings glinting in the low light.

Steve chuckled, “You wish, Munson.” He finished what was left of it before putting it out and tossing the roach in the trash can as he left for the kitchen.

The metalhead coughed and cleared his throat, waving his hand in front of his face to pretend it was just a delayed effect of the weed smoke and not that Steve Harrington had just called him out, knowingly or not.

Trying to regain his composure and ignore the knowing smirk you were giving him, Eddie immediately turned to Robin to continue their earlier debate.

“So let me get this straight,” he started, moving to sit next to you as he held his hands up in contemplation, “you really think that just having a vagina makes you better at eating one?” The disbelief was clear on his face.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows and nodded her head like it was obvious, “Well, yeah? Don’t you think you’d be better at sucking dick since you know what feels good?”

You snickered at her bluntness, pushing yourself off the edge and sliding into the embrace of the cool water next to Robin. You shivered slightly as you immersed yourself fully, acclimating to the cold slowly before inserting yourself into the debate. “She’s got a point there, babe.” You swam behind her and wrapped your arms around her neck, and Robin tried really hard not to focus on the way your breasts pressed against her back as you let your legs float up behind you. “Us girls just get each other.”

Eddie crossed his legs and leaned forward, squinting at the two of you. “Yeah? And just how much experience do either of you have at eating pussy?” When your eyes widened and Robin just stammered and sputtered incoherent thoughts, he grinned. “That’s what I thought,” he commented triumphantly as he cocked his head to either side.

“That’s not fair!” you whined as you brought your hand up, splashing him lightly as he guarded his face with a chuckle before replacing it on Robin’s shoulder to steady yourself. “It’s not like ladies are openly lining up to sleep with each other left and right. We’d be stoned in the streets!”

“Exactly! I’d love to get some experience, obviously, but I’d rather not out myself publicly,” Robin added, bouncing on the balls of her feet in slight irritation as you held on. “You stare at boobs, you get a pat on the back.” She placed a hand on her chest as she continued, “I stare at boobs, and it’s like I’ve committed a felony.”

“Okay,” you started, letting go of Robin and wading over to stand next to her, “So maybe experience is key to specific partners, but I say having a vagina means you understand the basics more,” you compromised, looking up at Eddie as you raised a brow, waiting for his response.

You heard the sliding glass door open as The Hair returned. “Oh my god, are you guys still on about this?” Steve walked out, heaving a sigh and carrying a six pack before setting them down with a soft thunk at the edge of the pool as he sat down next to Eddie.

“Yes, Steve. I need to be right,” Robin joked as she slowly waved her arms back and forth in the water and you nodded vehemently in agreement.

You grabbed a beer as you leaned against the edge, wet hands fumbling a bit before you were able to pop the tab and gulp down the cheap beverage. It felt pleasantly cold going down your throat as you bit back a slight wince of disgust at the aftertaste. Robin found herself enraptured by the way your throat bobbed with every swallow, eyes following the planes of your neck as you tilted your head back. She didn’t catch herself staring at you until it was too late--Eddie noticed and already had a devilish smirk forming on his face.

He’d known for a long time that you were bi, just the same as him. You’d both sort of come out to each other a while back when, ironically, discussing your attractions towards the two people you were hanging out with right now. He licked his lips, lost in thought for a moment as he clasped his hands together in his lap with a knowing smile.

You placed your now empty can back on the rough concrete with a clang, the pleasant buzz filling your mind as you looked up at Steve. “Don’t you think you’d be better at giving a guy head?” you asked, and he spit his drink as you clamored to shield yourself from the spray of beer that attacked you from his lips.

“Excuse me?” he replied, eyes going wide as he curled his lip and looked at you incredulously.

You dipped your head underneath the water to wash off the spittle before resurfacing with a gasp and a shake of your head. “You have a dick!” you exclaimed as you wiped your face with your forearm, causing Eddie to laugh at your brashness. “You’ve had your dick sucked, haven’t you?”

Steve continued to stare at you as if you’d lost your head and Eddie was cackling as he clapped his hands. Robin swam over and punched him lightly in the leg as she chuckled. “She asked you a question, pretty boy.”

Steve’s cheeks flushed and he vigorously shook his head, his perfectly styled hair bobbing with his movements as he blinked. “I mean, yeah, but-”

“So you know what feels good!” you interrupted, nodding your head dramatically.

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he threw a hand up, “I mean, I guess? Yeah?” He shook his head again and waved his hand dismissively, “If we’re being serious, I’m pretty sure women are a lot more complicated than men down there.”

“Hmm… agree to disagree,” you murmured as you floated over to lean your head against Robin’s shoulder, one hand coming to wrap around her bicep as you pressed it against her side.

You were usually pretty cuddly with all of your friends, but the slight buzz of alcohol was definitely making you lean into your movements more, and Robin blushed slightly at the contact. You hummed contentedly as you relaxed in the water, cheek warm against Robin’s skin.

Eddie locked eyes with Robin, giving her a wink that made her knit her brows together in confusion before he turned to you, “So…” he began, waiting for you to turn your attention to him, “I think we can settle this little dispute of ours.”

“What are you talking about, Eds?” you asked him, letting go of your hold on Robin to swim back to him. You rested your hands on the edge of the pool as you stared up at him sweetly. His deep brown eyes bored into your own as he simply smirked at you for a moment, relishing in the look of anticipation on your face.

Steve swung his legs over the edge of the pool, dipping his feet into the water as he leaned forward. “Yeah, what are you getting at, Munson?”

Eddie tilted his head and shrugged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he reached down to brush your cheek with the pad of his thumb, his gaze never leaving your face, “I’m saying that we have two lovely ladies right here who are obviously into each other.”

Your jaw dropped and Robin gasped. Steve was also speechless, raising his eyebrows at the metalhead before looking back between the two of you. It was as if he were trying to suddenly connect the dots that had been right in front of his face the entire time.

“Eddie!” you hissed finally as you pulled back from him, heat rising to your cheeks.

Robin was a flustered mess, backing up and bracing herself on the ladder as she tried to compose herself. “W-We’re just friends! And-and you two are dating!” she fumbled with her words as she pointed to the both of you, “Not that you’re not attractive, Y/N! And not that I wouldn’t-I mean, I’m sure I’d enjoy sleepi-I mean, any girl would be lucky to kiss you, let alone-!”

Eddie sat back as Robin continued her rambling, leaning on his hands and looking like the cat who got the cream as he looked over to Steve. “It’s not just me who sees this, right?”

Steve, still grappling with the shock of Eddie Munson so openly offering his girlfriend to their mutual friend, continued to stare at you and Robin. Mulling it over in his head and seeing the way the two of you scrambled to compose yourselves, he shrugged his shoulders and just decided to go with it. “You wanted to be right, Buckley,” he teased, and Robin gave him an exasperated look with her mouth agape as she slapped a hand down on the water’s surface to splash at him for his betrayal.

You definitely wouldn’t have said this sober, but the buzz of alcohol and the floating embrace of your high were definitely winning you over. You couldn’t help yourself when you scoffed at the two boys indignantly and replied, “Well then… then it’s only fair if you two test it out, too!”

Eddie wet his lips in contemplation, but he was having too much fun teasing you. “Hmm, I’m pretty sure the argument was about pleasing a lady originally,” he commented, not missing the way Steve was staring at him out of the corner of his eye. “We should focus on one experiment at a time, I think.”

Your heart was racing and you could tell Robin was equally paralyzed when you glanced over at her. Her eyes kept glancing down to your lips as she exhaled shakily. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to touch her, to kiss her, and you’d received Eddie’s explicit blessing in this regard, but the last thing you wanted to do was ruin the friendship you shared with some silly little dispute.

“Do… Do you want to do this?” you asked quietly with a slight nod of your head in her direction.

Robin looked like a deer in the headlights as she stared into your eyes and gripped the ladder bars like her life depended on it. Her lips parted to say something, but instead she just swallowed it back and nodded her head enthusiastically before letting go of the ladder. You slowly made your way towards her, the water sloshing softly around your chest as you approached and you raised a hand to her cheek. Her skin was soft beneath your touch and you inhaled deeply, the closeness of your bodies meaning something completely different to you now as you took in the scent of chlorine and her strong-smelling strawberry shampoo. Leaning forward, you tentatively pressed your lips against hers as she shuddered and gasped softly into your mouth.

She was still entirely too tense and you pulled away, searching her expression for any hesitation. Robin’s bottom lip quivered in anticipation and she nodded again, her hand slowly coming up out of the water to wrap around your neck as you kissed her.

You’d never kissed a girl before, as much as you’d thought about it. It felt completely different to kissing Eddie and you delighted in how soft her lips were, your fingers tickling down her sides to grip her waist. She was still careful with her movements, not really sure how to hold you or reciprocate your touches, and her fingers threaded through your hair as droplets of water from her hand cascaded down your neck.

“Shit,” Steve whispered under his breath as he watched you two make out, not wanting to be gross towards his friends but unable to take his eyes off of the both of you.

“See? What did I tell you?” he said with a shit-eating grin. He noted the way Steve’s gaze was focused on you specifically, eyes hungrily tracing along the curve of your back beneath the water as you leaned into the kiss. “She’s hot, isn’t she?” Eddie muttered as he leaned towards him, chuckling when Steve simply nodded without tearing his eyes away. He’d always found you attractive and probably would have made a move on you if Munson hadn’t gotten to you first.

You pressed against Robin, deepening the kiss as you pushed her back to the pool wall. Your instincts were taking over as you lifted your thigh between her legs, sighing as you felt the warmth of her core through her swimsuit. You took advantage of Robin’s moan to dip your tongue into her mouth and swirl it against hers. You could feel her heart hammering against her chest as you slid your hand up her body to rest behind her head. You both pulled away, breathing heavily as you stroked the nape of her neck gently.

“L-Let me… let me take over,” Robin asked quietly, grabbing your shoulders when you nodded and gently flipping you so you were against the wall now, looking you up and down before taking your face in her hands and crashing her lips into yours. You leaned into the kiss and she experimentally nipped at your bottom lip, smiling as you whimpered softly.

Gaining more confidence, she kissed the corner of your mouth before planting her lips along your jawline, nipping at the skin as your hand came up to hold the back of her head. Her lips ghosted along your neck, her breath tickling your skin as she brought a hand to your breast. You gasped as she kneaded the skin, her thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bikini top.

“You… oh you feel amazing,” Robin murmured into your neck as you clung to her for dear life, trying to grind into her to gain any semblance of friction for the building heat in your loins.

“You," your breath hitched when she ran her tongue along the droplets of water littering your skin, "you too." Your mind was too muddled by lust and beer to say anything else. You trailed your other hand down to cup her through her swimsuit bottoms and she bucked into your hand, moaning low as you pressed a finger to her clothed slit.

“S-Somebody’s impatient,” Robin joked as her face contorted in pleasure, gently sucking on your neck as she reached under your top to pinch at your nipples in retaliation before rubbing soothing circles over them with her thumbs. Each swipe of her fingers sent tingling shocks to your core and you moaned wantonly at her ministrations. You glanced over at the two guys you had all but forgotten about in your haze, half-lidded eyes darting between the two of them as they watched you.

The boys were struggling on the sidelines. Steve cleared his throat quietly as he looked away from you and desperately tried to adjust his hard on in his trunks, and Eddie was all but palming himself, attempting to maintain some restraint as he watched the love of his life fulfill one of the only fantasies he couldn’t make a reality for her. His gaze was dark and predatory, earning a shudder from you as he smirked.

Their eyes on you only turned you on further as you started to stroke Robin’s cunt through her swimsuit, all of your nerves on fire as you pleasured each other. Something about the water of the pool only added to the feeling of her skin on yours, the lack of friction allowing her thumbs to swipe over your pebbled nipples with ease. You shut your eyes and whined, pulling her head up to kiss her again as you moaned into her mouth.

Robin removed her hands from your tits to grab you by the hips, lifting you in the water as she tried to get you to sit on the edge in front of her. Eddie caught on and moved over to lift you up as you pushed off the edge with your hands, and he sat behind you with your back to his chest as he started to trail kisses on your neck. He ran his tongue up your spine and neck, the contrast of his hot mouth on your quickly cooling skin causing goosebumps to spread across your body. Your attention was pulled back in front of you as you felt Robin’s fingers dance up your calves. With her hands on your knees, Robin gently pried your legs open as she moved between them, looking up at you as she bit her lip. Your bikini top was pushed up your chest, exposing your breasts to the cool night air as droplets of water trailed down your skin, and you heard Steve groan at the sight of you as Robin dove down to begin planting sloppy kisses on the expanse of your inner thighs.

Robin bit and sucked on a spot just outside your center and you gasped, bucking your hips into her face. She traced her tongue along the edge of your swimsuit, so close to where you needed it but just out of reach, and you whimpered as you pouted down at her. You shuddered as you felt Eddie’s fingers trace along the string of your bikini bottom, pulling one of the knots loose as Robin worked in tandem to peel them off of your dripping center. Robin’s breath hitched in her throat as you were exposed fully to her, suddenly a little self conscious about what she was about to do.

“Come on, Buckley. I thought you said you knew what to do here,” Eddie teased lightly with a smirk as he brought a hand to your chest, groping your breast as he pinched and pulled at the skin.

Her eyes flashed up to your boyfriend for a second before looking back at your wet slit, exhaling shakily, “Shut up, Munson.”

You giggled but it caught in your throat when Robin’s tongue licked gently at your folds, throwing your head back against Eddie’s shoulder when she applied a little more pressure. She flattened her tongue against you, stroking it along your labia before swirling her tongue around the hood of your clit.

“Fuck, Robin, just like that,” you praised, your hand resting against the back of her head as she hummed against you, your fingers lacing through the damp strands as you watched her.

She might not be the best at reading social cues, but damn if she wasn’t an expert at reading your body’s reactions to her tongue. She dipped it deep inside of your core as her nose brushed up against your clit and your breathing quickened, moaning loudly as she learned how to make your body melt against her. Her arms reached underneath your legs, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as she pulled you closer.

Eddie held you up from behind with his arms around your waist when you began to slump against him, drinking in the sight of you. Your tits bounced slightly as your chest heaved, and he could almost feel you gently tugging on Robin’s hair the way you usually did to him.

“You look so fucking gorgeous babe. So absolutely fucked-out from Robin’s tongue.” You shuddered from his praise as you held onto his arm and he looked over to Steve, still sitting uncomfortably with a rather prominent tent in his shorts, and another cheshire cat grin crossed his face. “Harrington. Get over here,” he called out, gesturing with a nod of his head in your direction.

Steve looked from side to side, as if suddenly any other Harrington had appeared and he was referring to them. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to himself, mouthing “me?” before taking a deep breath and awkwardly standing up, walking towards the three of you. He muttered a low "fuck" as he approached, getting a better look at the way Robin was absolutely devouring you.

"If there's one thing I learned in science class," Eddie began as he traced feather-light circles onto your stomach, "it's that experiments,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of your ear, “should have a control group."

Steve screwed his face to the side, snapped out of the trance for a moment. "Our friend is eating out your… fuck, very hot girlfriend,” he stated, his gaze hot on your skin, “and you're spewing nerd shit?"

You half giggled and whimpered at the compliment, locking eyes with him for a second, and he felt his cock twitch against the mesh of his shorts. Robin remained focused on the task at hand, her eyes locked on the way your mouth parted in a permanent "o" as she licked long stripes up your slit, sliding one hand along the underside of your thigh to tease a finger at your entrance as her arm splashed gently on the water’s surface.

Eddie was desperately trying to keep his composure, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard and continued, "All I'm saying is that we need to compare groups. I would be going in with a bias: I know my way around my girl's body. You," he punctuated as he pointed a finger into the other man's chest, "Steve Harrington, do not."

Steve glanced down at the ringed finger pressed against his sternum and then back up at Eddie’s face, not sure what to do about the way his body reacted to the commanding nature of the touch. The two of them stared at each other, tension building as Eddie ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. You watched the two of them, waiting with bated breath for one of them to cave and kiss the other.

Robin slowly pressed a finger inside of you, moaning softly as she watched it disappear into your pussy. Your gaze was immediately drawn down to watch her, all attention focused on the way she started to curl the digit against your walls, pressing it up into the spongy spot that made you see stars. Steve’s head turned back to the two of you and he swallowed hard as he watched, registering what Eddie was saying as he suddenly started feeling far too warm out of the water.

“Aww, is Stevie boy getting all worked up?” Eddie teased, biting his lip as he brought his hand up to cup the other man’s jaw. Steve was surprised to say the least, but he couldn’t argue that there was something alluring about the whole situation and the metalhead in front of him whose smirk was likely to do him in completely. “You can touch her,” he reassured, punctuating with the slow movement of his own fingers tracing softly across Steve’s stubbled chin before pulling his hand away quickly, “and don’t worry, she’s talked about you too,” he added, turning to you. “She wants this, don’t you Y/N?”

Robin had wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking hard as you cried out. Eddie chuckled and you glanced over at him, nodding lazily as your eyes darted between him and Steve. He wasn’t what you would call boyfriend material for yourself personally, but you couldn’t deny he was attractive. And you certainly couldn’t deny the ways you’d fantasized about having him in your bed with Eddie.

It was all the confirmation Steve needed before he grabbed your head in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss. He tasted like beer and weed and something else altogether that you could only describe as him, and you melted into his touch as he carded his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, gripping it as he tugged slightly and tilted your head back to kiss you deeper. He delved his tongue into your mouth and groaned in relief as you sighed against him, lowering a hand to palm at your breast. You gasped as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keening into his mouth as Robin added another finger. Steve pulled away from you, pupils blown out with lust as he stared into your eyes before he let go of you to slide into the pool.

“Alright Buckley, my turn,” Steve stated, tapping his overzealous friend on the shoulder. Robin pouted as she pulled away from your clit with a pop, watching as you clamped around her fingers as she slowly slid them out.

You felt bad for your friend and looked down at her, beckoning for her to join you on the pool’s edge as you leaned back. “Come here, Robin. Let me take care of you.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she pulled herself out of the water, splashing Steve in the process as he spit and sputtered with all the water in his face and mouth, and you giggled at her eagerness. You took her hand in yours as you brought her closer to you, sighing as she pressed her lips to yours. You could taste yourself on her as your tongue dove into her mouth, dancing with hers as you felt Steve position himself between your legs. Much like Robin had, he couldn’t help himself from leaving teasing kisses up and down your thighs.

Eddie scooted back from you as you moved to lie down, dragging Robin with you as she threw a leg over your hip and straddled your stomach, thoroughly soaking your drying skin. You cupped her sex again, watching in awe as she started to grind down against your hand. “You look so beautiful,” you praised, earning a blush and a breathy “oh” from Robin as she braced herself with her hands on your tits. You nudged her swimsuit bottoms to the side as you brushed your fingers against her bare slit, biting your lip as you felt the warm, slick wetness there. “Fuck, is this for me?” you breathed out, feeling your thighs quiver when she nodded, absolutely speechless. You teased two fingers at her entrance, rubbing them up and down her slit before sliding them in her pussy with ease, groaning when she started to bounce on them while she groped at your chest.

Steve was taking his sweet time with you, kissing and sucking at the plush of your thighs before laving his tongue at the junction just outside your dripping center. You felt yourself clench on nothing as you whimpered, desperate for his attention on your core. He spread you with his thumbs, breath hot on your cunt as he hovered there for a moment.

“Fuck, Steve, please,” you begged, thighs twitching in his hold as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Your voice was like music to his ears and he groaned softly, spurred into action as he dove straight into you without warning. You cried out in pleasure as your back arched slightly. He dipped his tongue into you with long, flat swipes as he brought his thumb up to flick at your clit.

Eddie pulled your head into his lap, his hard on pressing against your cheek through his trunks as he ran his hands through your hair. You stared up at him through long lashes as he smirked at you. “Enjoying yourself?” he teased.

You reached your free hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Fuck yes,” you replied, earning a chuckle from him. “This is not how I expected the night to g--ah!”

You felt Steve smile against you as he swiped at your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t forget about me down here, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations of his voice adding to your pleasure.

“Mm, she really is a little pillow princess right now, isn’t she?” Eddie snickered, watching your eyes screw shut as Steve tongue-fucked you and Robin rode your fingers.

“Sh-shut up, Eds,” you eked out between moans, moving your hand to lazily stroke at his clothed cock as he inhaled sharply at the contact. “I’ve--hah--I’ve done plenty,” you protested.

Robin hummed in agreement, “You’re, f-fuck, perfect.” She tweaked your nipples in her fingers as she bounced on your hand and you whined. “F-feel so good.”

Steve sucked on your clit harshly and you bucked, nearly throwing Robin off of you as your abdominal muscles contracted. He was intent on reminding you of his presence between your legs as he inserted his fingers, keeping you spread with one hand while he focused his lips and tongue on your bud. He listened closely to your moans as he pressed into you, his pace picking up when he found the spot that made you keen loudly. He timed his thrusts with swirls of his tongue around your clit and you became a whimpering mess as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to build.

“Shit, Harrington. Sounds like you know what you’re doing after all,” Eddie praised as he started to rock his hips into your face. Your mouth watered and, if you were in a better position, you would have immediately taken his cock down your throat. For now, he seemed content to simply taunt you and grin down at you while the other two had their fun with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” you chanted as your hips moved to thrust back onto Steve’s fingers, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he rubbed along your inner walls. “Shit, yes. Right there, don’t stop. Fuck.”

Your eyes flashed open to look at Robin, watching the way her tits bounced with her movements. Your mind was hazy, and all you could think was how badly you wanted to watch her come undone with you. You mirrored Steve’s thrusts with your own hand as you started rubbing her clit with your thumb.

“A-ah! Fuck!” Robin cried out, grinding on you with more fervor as you felt her pussy squeeze and flutter around your fingers. “Oh god, Y/N, I--Shit,” she stammered as you finger fucked her. You delighted in the moans she made as they grew higher and higher in pitch and you licked your lips, grabbing her hip with your hand to steady her.

Steve was more than enjoying himself if his noises were anything to go by. He grunted and groaned into your pussy as he sucked at your clit, stilling his thrusts to rapidly curl his fingers into you over and over. The focused attention against that one spot had you moaning like a porn star, crying out as you neared your peak.

“You gonna cum on Harrington’s fingers, pretty girl?” Eddie whispered to you, “Gonna show him just how beautiful it is when you snap?”

You whined at his dirty talk, catching glimpses of Steve’s head between your thighs whenever Robin bounced up. Your eyes met his, half-lidded and heady with the smell and taste of you filling his senses, and he made a show of swirling the flat of his tongue on your pearl as he continued to press his fingers into that perfect spot.

He withdrew slightly to press a kiss against your clit. “Fuck yes, cum for me princess,” he groaned into your folds between laps of his tongue, returning his lips to your bud as he redoubled his efforts.

“Oh, oh god--” The pleasure in you finally peaked, crashing you into your orgasm as you screamed out his name. Steve continued his assault through your climax as you bucked against him, whimpering from the overstimulation as your every nerve was set ablaze and you squirmed under his touch as he slid his fingers out.

Robin watched you, absolutely awe-struck as she rode your hand and finally tipped over the edge, moaning your name and praises as she convulsed around your fingers. You reached up to cup her jaw as you pulled her down to kiss you, moaning into each other’s mouths as the warm tingles of afterglow washed over you. You pulled your fingers out to roam over her hip and grab into the plush of her ass, loving the way she gasped into your mouth at the simplest touch even now.

You heard Steve get out of the pool as you slanted your lips against Robin’s. “So. You think I win?” he chortled as he sat next to Eddie, grabbing a towel to wipe your slick off of his face.

Robin pulled away from you quickly, staring defiantly at Steve. “That’s not fair! You pushed me away before I was done,” she retorted. “I totally would have won if you weren’t so greedy.”

He gave her a once over, noting the way her breathing was still ragged and her face and chest flushed as she hovered over you, “Looks like you ‘won’ plenty to me.”

Robin rolled her eyes as she slid off of you, sitting on her heels next to you as she offered her hand to help you sit up. Without their body heat, your damp skin suddenly felt much colder in the night’s breeze.

“That was…” you began, trailing off as you fixed your bikini and struggled to find the words to say. You looked between Steve and Eddie, heat rising in your cheeks when you looked down at Steve’s groin. Steve noticed your glance and scratched the back of his head, clearly bashful despite the fact that he just ate you out a moment prior. Eddie caught on and raised his eyebrows, mouth hung open in a smile with his tongue in his cheek.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned, watching as your eyes flashed back over to his face. You knew he was painfully hard by now as well, and you felt yourself salivate at the idea of the two of them using you to sate their lust.

“Y-You…” you breathed out shakily, heat building in your core again as you pressed your thighs together. “Both of you, um,” you bit your lip as your gaze traveled between them, “can I… help?”

Steve’s eyebrows rose, “I mean, you really don’t have to--”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, crawling towards him and looking up at him through your long lashes as you placed a hand on his thigh, “I want to.”

You heard Steve’s breath hitch in his throat as he looked over to your boyfriend who was twirling a curl around his finger absentmindedly while he watched you intently. “You… You want both of us?”

You felt the blood rush to your face, losing some of your spontaneous bravado. “Um, actually,” you began, turning to Robin who quirked an eyebrow at you as you chewed on your lip, “I want all three of you.”

Robin froze for a moment, mulling the thought over in her mind. “O-Okay,” she agreed, “but only if you two,” she pointed at Steve and Eddie with a warning look, “agree to not, um, stare? I refuse to be some boy’s lesbian wet dream.”

Steve put his hands up in mock surrender. “At this point, that would just be weird,” he chuckled, “I’m only in this for her,” he admitted as he stared into your eyes, full of lust as he openly ogled your body right in front of him as you stroked your thumb on his leg.

“That goes without saying for me,” Eddie added, giving Steve a playful punch on the shoulder, “although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wanna see what Harrington’s packing.”

“Dude,” Steve turned his head and looked at him incredulously, and Eddie gave him an innocent shrug as he snickered.

Robin chuckled, relieved as she turned back to you, “Looks like we’re all on the same page then.” She gave you a sultry, almost predatory glance that was so unlike her usual demeanor you couldn’t help but shudder under her gaze.

Steve took your hand in his as he stood up, dragging you up with him as he placed his other at the small of your back and pulled you flush against him. He was every bit as toned as you had expected him to be as your hands came to rest on his chest, and his cock pressed into your stomach deliciously through his trunks. His eyes darted back and forth between yours, his lips parted as his face hovered only inches away from you. Robin was close behind, her hands on your hips as she pressed into you in much the same as you had done to her earlier, her breasts flattened against your back as she kissed at the crook of your neck. You moaned breathily as Steve ran his index finger along the lower curve of your spine.

Eddie approached the three of you, cupping your cheek gently as he turned your face towards him and kissed you tenderly. When he pulled away, he gazed into your eyes with such love and trust that you couldn’t help but smile softly at him, whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too, gorgeous,” he replied, giving you a wink. “Now, how about we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

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→ HYPOCRITE [ part one ] ⸺ itadori. y ۵

۵ contains - fluff, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, body shaming, bullying, enemy!yuuji/bully!yuuji, mature language, physical violence, physical touch, mentions of fire, alcohol use, AFAB!reader.

۵ summary - you and Yuuji go to the same high school, as well in the past, attending the same middle school. Yuuji was a golden boy growing up, favourited by many teachers and students. in middle school, he never picked on you or bullied you, more so, just ignored you, but now.. in your senior and last year of high school, all he does is tease you. teases you for not being as bright and like-minded as he is, or as popular. he teases you every chance he gets, but when it comes to others treating you the same, he gets.. violent.

AN HOUR BEFORE -

۵ you had been invited to a bonfire, hosted by Todo Aoi, a friend of Yuuji. since you never attended any of the parties he hosted, your friends, Maki and Nobara insisted that you’d go.

you weren’t too big on things like this. you’d rather just stay home and study, like you usually did, but you felt left out, since everyone in your grade was attending, you did too.

you showed up in a simple cotton sweater and sweatpants. yes, your outfit was lazy, but it was cold out, and you didn’t wanna freeze, no matter how you looked or what you had on.

and here you were, sitting with the popular kids in your grade, looking so out of place, so uncomfortable. it was mostly jocks and their girlfriends, making out against trees, drinking, pissing in any bush they found for fun, the usual.

you sat in between Todo and Noritoshi, sitting on a wood log that almost dug into the soft and thick sweatpants you had on. your legs bounced with anxiety as you heard the soft breaths of both of the boys beside you.

Yuuji sat across from you. fuck, you tried not to make eye contact with him, especially when there was a drunk girl fawning over him and playing with his hair right in front of you.

I bet he enjoyed seeing you so uncomfortable, watching your eyes rise and fall over his muscular body. he made eye contact with you once, and held it for a little while, before you were interrupted by Todo, staring you down, obviously judging you.

“this is a bonfire, and you wore that?” he teased, shaking his head as he looked you up and down. all of the girls were wearing more revealing clothes, showing off their cleavage. but you weren’t like that, you never dressed like that, and as Yuuji sipped his beer, he knew that, too.

“I-it’s cold.. I didn’t wanna get sick.” you heard laughter around you as you spoke up, looking at Todo as he leaned in close to you, a look of disgust on his face as he eyed you up and down. “no wonder you’re wearing oversized clothing,” his lips formed into a twisted smirk. “you’re a lot fatter than a little bit ago, huh? maybe you should slow down on the food, fatty.” Todo laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as he sipped his beer, beginning to speak with the rest of the students.

you hated feeling humiliated. your eyes watered as you kept your head down, not wanting anyone to look or see you. every single student was laughing at you, except for one, unexpected student.

you heard beer glass shatter, hearing the movement of body shifting and standing up, as well as the fire cracking with every second.

“fuck is your problem, Aoi?” Yuuji spoke up, standing as his eyebrows furrowed in fury, his fists curled and tight against his body.

Todo stopped laughing, turning and looking up at Yuuji nervously, his face filled with confusion.

“it’s just a little joke, like we always do, yeah? besides, you know she doesn’t take it seriously-“

“she doesn’t take it seriously? are you fucking mental? she’s crying, you dickhead!” Yuuji shouted, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Todo stood up, the crowd around them gasped. if Todo spoke another word that Yuuji didn’t like, he’d be pinned to the ground and beaten to a pulp.

“you act like you don’t say the same shit all the time. what the fuck man?” Todo grunted, standing straight in front of Yuuji, both of them eying each other down.

you kept your head down. you knew people were staring at you, whispering and gossiping about what’s happening.

“we’re really doing this, huh? because you can’t take a simple joke??” Todo laughed, shoving Yuuji with very little strength.

Todo was twice the size of Yuuji. he was buff, muscular, and tall, but when it came to disrespect, Yuuji didn’t care who it was he fought, he’d always win. (nah I’d win 😂)

you finally raised your head when you heard a loud thud against someone’s cheek, the sound of a fist hitting skin. Yuuji punched Todo straight into his mouth.

Todo coughed, moving his hand to his mouth, licking the blood from his lips. “alright then.” he muttered. they began to tussle, punching and fighting as the surrounding crowd cheered each one of them on. your eyes widened.

you didn’t get it. Yuuji teased you all the time, the same way, but.. he had a problem with Todo doing it?

blood splattered into the fire as they fought. Yuuji had managed to get him onto the grass, his knuckles bruised and beaten, he didn’t care. no matter if he was hurt or not, he’d still keep going and going until the victim of his fists really got his message.

you stood up. Yuuji heard your movement, turning and looking at you, your eyes wide. he stood over Todo, who was curled in a ball from pain. your eyes watered. why was he doing this?

“I don’t wanna hear about this from any body. mind your fucking business.” he looked straight at you, but was speaking to everyone around you. Todo grunted on the ground as Yuuji began to grab his car keys, sipping from an already opened beer bottle, chucking it into a nearby bush.

students ran and surrounded Todo, helping him sit up. you weren’t worried about him, he didn’t deserve it. you were worried about Yuuji and why he got so angry. the look in his eyes, it was like his primal instinct to defend you.

NOW -

you followed Yuuji back to his family home. was it sort of weird to do this in the middle of the night? yeah. yeah it was, but you didn’t care. he humiliated you, nonetheless, is a big fucking hypocrite.

since you biked to the bonfire, you biked to the Itadori house as well.

you parked your bike at the front of the house, running up to the front door. you heard shouting and yelling, a woman and a man’s voice.

you knocked on the door with eagerness, sweat running down your forehead. suddenly, the wide marble door opened, and you made eye contact with Yuuji’s father, Jin.

“is your son here?” your eyes were wide as you looked at Jin, breathing erratically.

“yes.. who are you?”

“a friend.” you gulped, breathing heavy as you fidgeted with your fingers. “I’m worried about him.. can I see him?”

and now, here you stood, in front of Yuuji’s bedroom door, gulping as you reached to open his door, hands shaking. you didn’t know what to expect, what to see, what to hear. you were as nervous as ever.

your hand made contact with the handle as you opened the door, slipping into his bedroom. it was dark, no light source except for the moonlight shining through his rectangular windows. his house was nice.. especially his room, that was barely even visible to you right now.

suddenly, a light flicked on in the corner of your left eye, making your body jump slightly. you turned, your eyes burning into his back, his bare, muscular back. muscles tensing as he shifted, his undercut visible with the tiniest bit of light. he was standing in front of his mirror, staring at himself. you gulped, continuing to stare.

“how did you get in here?” he grunted, obviously upset with the idea of you being here, and seeing him like this.

“your dad let me in.” you spoke up, watching as Yuuji rolled his shoulders, not bothering to turn and face you. a soft breeze came through the window between both of you.

“did he, now? well, apparently I’m asking the wrong question.” Yuuji’s voice was empty, not like how he was with Todo, no, no he wasn’t angry.. he was cold.

his body turned and looked at you, the cuts and blood more visible for you to see. “why are you here, y/n?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger.

“I wanna know what that was about.”

“what are you talking about?”

“you know what I’m talking about.” you frowned, feeling deeply hurt that he tried to act dumb after doing what he had done.

Yuuji sighed, rolling his eyes as he began to walk closer and closer to you, now standing right in front of you. “Todo was being a dick, so I dealt with him.”

“he did the same things you do.”

“so?”

“so that means he’s a dick and you’re not?”

“because that’s different. I’m not him.”

“no, you’re right, you aren’t him, you’re worse.”

“really?” Yuuji raised his eyebrows, a smug smirk on his face as he leaned down towards your face, his soft breath tickling your cheek. “what, do you think you’re special or some shit because I defended you? you’re quite delusional for a smartie pants, huh?”

“what makes you think that I think I’m special?”

“showing up uninvited. acting like my fuckin’ girlfriend and shit.” his dark, honey almond eyes narrowed as he stared you down, pissed with your lack of sense. “why do you have to be so damn clueless all the time?” he grunted, walking past you, his thick shoulder hitting yours.

he reached into his drawers, grabbing a shirt.

“I don’t want you here, get out.” he grabbed a thin, soft grey shirt, focusing on getting it on his body, his eyes away from you.

you bounced your leg, looking straight at him with determination. you were gonna crack him whether he liked it or not.

“no. I’m not leaving.” you crossed your arms, watching him move towards his bed before he stopped, his body relaxing slightly. he turned and looked at you, his eyes slender and narrow. the moonlight shining into his eyes sent you into a trance. he looked.. beautiful. the long scar that contrasted from his right eyebrow diagonally across his nose twinkled. his lips curled into a cruel smile, as if he had some sort of twisted plan.

“oh, yeah?” he smirked, dimples highlighting his grin. “you wanna learn the hard way? like Todo? you want me to hurt you, l/n?” he tilted his head, his eyes scanning you up and down.

“your mouth is too big.. maybe I should shut it for you.” ۵

HYPOCRITE.

PSA - If you read the title, no! this is NOT done yet. I’ve decided to turn it into a mini fic instead of a oneshot 😔 lord have mercy. anywaysss, I didn’t wanna make this too long, cause I hate reading long ass oneshots, so mini fic it is :>

BYE, SEE YOU SOON.

#itadori yuuji #enemies to lovers #bully x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk yuuji #yuuji x reader #anime aesthetic #todo aoi #anime and manga #anime #xoitadori

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secret-smut-sideblog · 2 months

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Satiated

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ violence, beheading, blood drinking, arousal at violence, sub/dom if you squint, p-in-v, sex with armor on, vulnerability, aftercare, complicated feelings, porn w/ very little plot, deranged shit and I'm not sorry

With Astarion starving in the Underdark his bloodthirsty friend sees his hunger, knows it quite well. And with a promised death in their future, seeks to help him sate himself...

Their time in the Underdark could have only been days but seemed to drag on endlessly. The lack of sunlight making him miserable. Snappy.

He knew he was being unfair when she asked quietly if he was alright and he scoffed at her. "Please. Spare me the coddling."

There was mild hurt in her eyes but she held her hands up in surrender. "Sorry, Star. I wont ask again."

He almost sighed, compelled to call her back and apologize. But he was nothing if not stubborn.

Honestly, the lack of sunlight was just salt in the wound. The true torment was hunger.

Nearly no wildlife available, and what was stalking around was not easy prey. If the blood in these beasts was any good anyway, he did not feel like risking life and limb every night to get some likely rancid blood.

Sure she had offered her neck a few times but she needed her strength, and it wounded his pride to feel like a charity case.

So the answer to his plight had been the spoils of combat. Any time they felled a duergar, a drow, he was draining the bodies dry.

The first few times his companions had shot eachother looks but she turned them by the shoulder, speaking quietly into their ears. Leading them away to let him feast.

He really did appreciate her, though he was struggling to show it recently. With her bloodlust he knew she understood on some level. Looked at him when he got like this with gentle recognition instead of disgust.

When they reached the Grymforge he felt delirious in hunger. Looking around at all the walking bodies, he could smell the blood.

He set his sights on the Drow, already promised dead to the Myconid's. A full meal. They just needed to get the idiot out of the rock fall and he could be sated.

When it finally came time to kill Nere and his followers he miraculously harvested all of his adrenaline and did his part, firing down arrows from on high. Watching her dance her violence into their foes.

Oh he did love watching her work. Her movements were always so joyful, a wide smile she didn't seem aware of splitting her face. Blades plunging so smoothly through chests, across throats. He adjusted his trousers as subtly as he could from his perch. Hearing her laugh, such a beautiful sound for such violent deeds.

Gods no wonder everyone was afraid of her. He should be too. And yet...

Afterwards the pleasantries were exchanged, the slaves freed, blah blah blah. His eyes were glazed over, all of his restraint focused on maintaining decorum. Mouth salivating, fangs aching.

His patience snapping, he connected to her tadpole. Hells below, can we PLEASE finish this up?

She glanced over at him, a small smile pressing the corner of her lips.

"Get out of here before I change my mind." She growled at the duergar.

"Astarion, help me with the head." She commanded. "Karlach, Lae'zel, take the remaining gnomes to the boats and make sure the path to the elevator is clear. We dont need any surprises."

"Aye, Soldier!" Karlach barked, Lae'zel nodding next to her.

"With me." She whispered, dark eyes meeting his. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Surely she didn't need help with a beheading. He had watched her do much more strenuous violence quite easily. Ignored the twitch in his armor at the thought.

The Drow's slack form lay in a heap on the rock floor. He saw a shiver go down her spine as she straddled over the body.

"Sorry Astarion, we've got to do this first. Then we'll get you fed."

So she did plan to help him. Through the delirium he felt a tingle of fondness for her.

He could only nod, not trusting his saliva soaked mouth to form words.

She pulled her blade, chest heaving. Deeply aroused he realized, he could smell it radiating from her. He moved back to the shadows next to her to give himself some privacy as his own arousal spiked. The little remaining blood in his body pooling in his lower half.

She lifted the body to a sitting position, holding the torso steady between her knees, gripping the hair for leverage. Pressing her blade down on the throat.

He was confused by her technique at first. Surely it would be easier against the ground? Then realized what she was doing. Gravity. Keeping as much of the blood in the body as possible.

He stifled a moan, hunching over slightly. Gods he felt feral.

Back and forth she sawed through. Her eyes glazing over in pleasure. A slack smile pulling her face. Hips subtly grinding into the torso. Lost in herself.

He understood why she had sent everyone away.

When the head finally came free she gripped the scalp, smiling serenely. Free hand trying to catch the pooled blood pouring from the neck. Finding him in the dark.

Well? Her eyes said, pupils blown.

Shocked that he had forgotten his hunger for a moment he dove on the body.

Lapping and slurping he was lost. Laving his tongue along the plateau of flesh. Stopping to pull the pooled blood in her palm into his mouth, licking her fingers clean. Vaguely aware of a whimper from her lips.

Most of the blood gone from the wound he sank viscously into the lower neck, finding the base of the jugular. A tide of hot blood bursting into his mouth, rolling his eyes back. Oh gods he could barely stand it.

"There you go," She purred, pushing his hair out of his face. "You're doing so good."

His eyes met hers in a craze, a deep growl from his chest. The sensation of finally being fed and her soft words melding into something he had never felt before.

If he had more sense about him he might have laughed. From being forbidden from drinking from thinking creatures to being praised for it. The same person he had broken that chain with showering him with sweet words.

He gripped the body, his whole being focused on the singular task of getting more. More. More.

Some stray blood left his lips, dripping down the neck. Her eyes met it, lips parting.

Before he knew what was happening she leaned forward, licking it up in one small stroke. The tip of her tongue meeting the edge of his lip.

Did she...? Does she drink blood? He had never considered it but now it fired a piston of lust in his pelvis.

He pulled off of the wound, pressing his hand hard against it to keep as much in as he could.

Catching the nape of her neck and pulling her into his mouth roughly.

Pushing the mouthful he held into hers urgently.

He saw her eyes hitch back. Gripping his forearm. Throat working, moaning between swallows into his copper mouth.

Hells Below, he was going to go mad.

He latched back on, still ravenous. His eyes locked on her.

She stared at him with the same intensity. Eyes darting to the smeared blood he left in his wake. Back to his eyes. Her need apparent.

He pulled her by the throat to inches from his clamped down mouth. Pushed her jaw open roughly.

She whimpered hotly, tongue coming out to lave at his mess. Could feel the heat of her, their cheeks nearly touching.

Her tongue kept swiping at the seam of his lips as more blood slipped out. He nearly lost it when she devoted her tongue just to him, moaning sweet little calls against his jaw.

The vigor came back to him with a vengeance. The blood that wasnt fireworking across the base of his skull shooting straight to his pelvis.

The flow to his mouth getting weak he fell on his back, pulling the body over him. Loud choppy pants as he lifted his hips up. All decorum lost, he was vulgar in his need. The angle pushing the blood out. Pouring into his open mouth. Closing his eyes in deep ecstasy.

"Oh, Astarion..." She hushed, coming to kneel behind him. Her thighs caging around his head, looking down at him. Fingers running through his hair. "You've been so patient."

He nodded, looking up at her.

"You must have been so hungry." She reached forward, finger catching a stray drop traveling down his jaw.

"I'm sorry I made you wait this long." Parting her plush lips and licking it in. Seeing the edge of her tongue swirling around her fingertip.

Finally releasing the drained body he sucked his breath through his teeth.

Throwing it off of him he reached up, catching her face in both hands. Pulling her sweet mouth upside down into his. Drowning in her.

She cupped his jaw, kissing him slow. Searing. Pulling his lip into her mouth and biting softly.

He moaned into her, arching his head up for more. The blood sliding hot between their lips.

Gods she was so warm, so soft. It never failed to shock him just how heavenly she felt. Her hair falling curtain around his head. Her scent hitting the back of his throat. Jasmine, coffee, orange blossom. He wanted to be smothered by it.

Not able to stand it any longer he opened the fastenings on his armor, freeing himself from the painful cage of his arousal.

She pulled away slowly, a trail of their saliva between their lips. Looked at his length, his hand pumping along it, with lidded eyes.

Flipping she straddled over him, high on her knees. "Would you like some help?" She rumbled, fingers tracing along the fastenings on her own armor.

He nearly froze, sex was something he still felt... complicated about. And yet, he liked her. Really liked her. Trusted her. Or at least as close to trust as he could muster.

And Gods was he attracted to her, tall, curvy, scary. Very scary. Yet somehow still alluring, big doe eyes and soft plush lips. A mesmerizing contradiction.

He nodded. Gripping the chainmail on her hip.

"If we need to stop, say serpent. Okay?" She smiled, undoing the fastenings. Gods she wasn't even wearing underclothes, her perfect cunt hovering over him. A trail of wetness already pooling between.

"I like the choice of word. How devilish." He purred, watching as she lined herself up to him.

"Glad to see you found your voice again, Star." She smiled. Teasing his head in circles at her entrance. "What would I do without your voice drawling at my back all day?"

He was about to respond but she slammed her hips down. He almost saw stars, head thrown back.

"Mean." He gasped, to her evil giggle.

"Cant always let you get the last word." She smiled, trailing her hand tenderly down his cheek. His breath caught in his throat.

Her hips began to rise and fall. The cold bite of her armor against his hands his only anchor. The molten pressure of her cunt unbelievable. He was already panting.

"Gods you feel so good." She moaned, rolling her hips. Trying to hit the spot below her navel that he could find with his fingers. He arched his hips, saw her eyelids flutter, rubbing against it.

Her pace was slow, arching into him languidly. Pulling nearly entirely out then sliding back down, all the way to the hilt.

He was already writhing under her. Simultaneously needing her to pick up the pace but calling for his undoing if she did.

"While I'd enjoy riding you all night, we don't have much longer till our friends return." She mused. "So,"

Her hips began slamming into his, fast and angry.

He choked out a moan, the very same life that had been returned to him attempting to be pulled from his pelvis. Barely holding on.

He wouldn't come first. Reaching up to rub her clit.

"Gods your stubborn." She admonished, swatting his hand away.

"Let me help you find release, just one more time." She murmured, cradling the back of his head. Leaning down and catching the lobe of his ear in her mouth, nibbling and suckling.

Oh that was cheating. He groaned, hips fucking up into her hard. Nearly lost.

Her pleasure not being the forefront throwing him. Didnt she want to find her end?

"Please come inside me, Astarion." She whispered hot in his ear. Tongue licking a line up the sharp edge. "Please, beautiful."

He shuddered and with a great contraction behind his navel he was gone. Strangled whimpering moans, head thrown back. Gods above and below it felt like she was pulling his soul out.

Hips stuttering into her. Her's still rising and falling, wrenching him for all he was worth. He gripped fruitlessly at the rubble around them. Panting sharp little moans. Trying to find grounding in her chainmail thighs.

"Serpent," He groaned, the overstimulation too much.

Her hips stopped immediately. Pulling off of him and wiping him clean gently. Gingerly redressing his fastenings before hers. Her fingers sure but careful.

He stared down, dumbfounded. He had never had a lover attend to him before.

Felt the need to turn away from her, sitting up. Suddenly too vulnerable. Leaning his head into his hand, the heel pushing into his cheekbone.

"You okay?" She asked, attending to her own needs now. Tone kind and undemanding.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" He quipped, glancing at her. Trying to shake his mask back on.

She laughed, standing. Readjusting her armor with a few jostling pulls. "More than any of us know, I'd wager." She sighed.

"Hey, I dont want you to wait until it gets this bad again. Lots of people need killing and it's my pleasure to help. Truly."

Reaching her hand out easily to help him up.

He looked up at her, framed by the light of the cave in opening. The burning heat halo around her head. Her face serious again but eyes still warm. "You with me?" She asked after a beat.

He clasped his hand around her wrist. "Always."

#the feedback im getting is ya'll like the sick shit. freaks #(pointing at the mirror)#astarion smut #astarion x dark urge #astarion x tav #lyrics from: eat your young - hozier

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alexiswritingstuff · 1 year

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Is that... lipstick?

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other appearances: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Summary: While trying to have a morning like any other, the Winchester brothers notice a certain fact about the reader they apparently hadn’t themselves. Though once they did, it was something... very unexpected.

Content/Warnings: implied intimacy. nothing explicit unless you want it to be. implied alcohol consumption.

Also this has not been proofread again so be aware that there might be spelling mistakes and such.

A/N: okayokayokay I had this idea from that trend on tiktok where a person would show themselves fixing up their lipstick and then pan to the reason it was messed up in the first place (their partner) and immediately just came up with whatever this was.

Cas is like my go to when writing rn but If someone wants like a Dean x reader version of this... let me know...

Waking up always felt like the most difficult part of the day. A sort of sluggishness continuously pulling at every muscle within your body. A dull ache that pulsed across the temple as if in harmony with a heartbeat.

There was a list of things that begged you to stay in the comfort of a bed, but you found yourself up and about anyway, ending up in the kitchen with squinting eyes as soon as the harsh lighting consumed your vision.

You had a milk carton in one hand, while your other held onto a bowl of dry cereal, and you titled it to the side, watching the liquid pour over the bites of paradise until some began to float.

Sam was sat at the table to your right. His eyes were practically glued to the screen, his fingers typing away like he was doing a test for how fast he could do it. A sound that didn’t exactly help your head, even though there was the hood of a hoodie covering your ears.

“Yo, Sam, you’re the smart one,” you started after returning the milk to its cold home. The frantic pressing of keys ceased all at once, after at least 3 more words had been spelled out. “... What?”

“I’m not... I’m not repeating that-- How do you cure a headache?” you questioned instead, grabbing the spoon you had set down earlier. Sam’s chair squeaked lightly as he leaned back. “Um...”

“I’m pretty sure you could just take an ibuprofen. Or, you know, put a wet towel on your head? Something like that.”

The younger Winchester sort of looked at you for a minute, though he could only see your back. His eyes analysed your posture, the way that you moved, the way that you stood. And then they narrowed.

His chin slightly tilted up, “Did you drink a lot last night?”

A scoff passed through your lips immediately. “I honestly don’t have an answer to that.” The first mouthful of cereal had been brought to your lips and the second the food touched your tongue, your shoulders relaxed. A sigh seeped through your nose. “I wanna marry the person that made cereal.”

The bowl that really was utter paradise was now in your hands, your fingers gripping onto it for dear life as you finally turned yourself round so that you could lean against the metal island.

“You know that person is dead and has been for... many years, right?” Sam spoke with furrowed eyebrows, the laptop in front of him now long forgotten. “Never stopped me before.” was all you had said before another spoonful was shovelled into your mouth.

At this point a set of footsteps had started echoing through the hallway, and after Sam looked at you with either disgust or concern, or both, his eyes went to the doorway.

“Whoa.” Dean’s feet halted for a moment as he looked between his relieved looking brother and the gremlin thing that was practically hunched over a bowl. “What kind of meeting is this?”

You swallowed, “One where people stop asking questions first thing in the morning.” you responded lazily, gathering more of the contents into your spoon. Dean raised his eyebrows for a second, only to nod his head a second later when his brother sent him a shrug.

“Well,” He continued his previous movements and was now officially in the kitchen, beginning to make his way through the space between the island and the table. “As long as I get breakfast out of it, I---”

Dean stopped almost as fast as he had started. And soon enough, by the time your mouth was yet again full, it seemed that the man was now stood to your side.

It wasn’t until you looked up that you had actually noticed those green eyes of his were aimed right at you, even though you hadn’t uttered a word. You could only blink for a moment.

“What?” you finally questioned, the word barely audible through the mush.

But Dean still stared, mouth agape and eyes flickering over almost every inch of your face in a way that made you want to fold in on yourself. You swallowed again, “Wha-- What? What is it?”

The man before you took about a step backwards, allowing Sam to have you in his line of sight. And then he practically mirrored Dean’s expression, his eyebrows beginning to raise as if they were aiming for the ceiling. “... oh.”

“Oh.” Dean said himself.

Then suddenly, as if the final cog had turned in his head, the face that was once frozen in shock had morphed into this shit eating grin that curled in a beyond terrifying way.

He started laughing.

It wasn’t his usual huffed one, a giggle, or even those little ones he did when making fun of someone. This man was full on cackling in a way that had him bending at the knees.

Sam himself did a bit better at hiding his reaction to whatever it was they were seeing, though his lips sort of trembled as they tucked very tightly together.

You placed the bowl onto the island behind you, arms now crossed over your chest, as you looked between the boys like a disappointed teacher. “Am I going to have to wait a year for you to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Oh-- Oh, man, this-- this is-- Oh, my god, this is great!” Dean strained out through even more hard laughs while you looked back and forth between the brothers, desperately trying to gage what had happened. “What?”

Finally, after asking the same question over and over again for what felt like the millionth time at this point, and after Sam managed to clear his throat without cracking, he spoke up. “Have you, uh...”

“Have you looked in a mirror at all this morning?”

You shook your head slowly, your eyebrows now very much furrowed if they weren’t before, “No... Why?”

Dean couldn’t even properly speak at this point, as every attempt to contain that urge of laughter ended in yet another fit. “You-- Man, I want-- Ha! I want a picture of this.” he managed out after a few tries, and even began to pat at his pockets as best as he could in his condition.

Though, the laugh and the lack of understand of what the hell was happening made you feel very self-conscious in that moment... You had to admit that it was very nice to see Dean like that, let alone hear that sort of laughter that hasn’t been heard in a very long time.

After staring at the man who was still in absolute hysterics for a second longer, your eyes travelled back over to Sam when he cleared his throat again, and even scrunched his nose in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Yeah,” he started through a slight hushed voice as he nodded his head, “I think it’s best if you go look, just-- No reason.”

It was literally first thing in the morning. Your energy levels didn’t even exist at this point, and all you really wanted to do was just eat your damn cereal in peace... but nevertheless.

You complied.

Your gaze flicked back and forth between the brothers one more time before you pushed yourself off of the island and moved towards the doorway, your feet dragging with every step.

Another round of laughter erupted as soon as you had left the room.

Various grumbles joined by the hum of electronic power were the only sounds that echoed through the annoyingly bright halls.

Though the air that circulated was cool, it never seemed to ease the warm rush of embarrassment that burned around your body, despite not even knowing the cause.

After walking through the maze like hallways within the bunker, that felt even longer when tired, you had found yourself in front of the large dark door that held the shower room behind it.

With all the strength you could muster in your state, you turned so that your shoulder could lean on the wood. Your hand grabbed at the handle that was so cold underneath your fingertips that you had almost immediately retracted. As if electrocuted.

The door swung open within the next second, but as soon as it had done so, instead of taking a step inside, your hands now jolted up to cover your eyes, “Jesus!” You blinked more times than anyone could count, your eyelids barely even making it halfway before they had to shut again.

The walls in the room were basically all white, meaning that the light emitted from the ceiling just purely bounced around every nook and cranny. “Might as well be looking at the damn sun.” you muttered to yourself, an irritated sigh following after.

Once you had at least mildly managed to get adjusted to the disgraceful lighting, you allowed yourself to shuffle into the equally cold room.

Soon enough, your heavy body ended up at the sink, your hands grasping along the rim of the bowl in an attempt to stabilise yourself when another ache had pulsed along your forehead.

You took in a deep breath through your nose and held it there for a few seconds. Your eyes landed on the mirror that sat before you, the blinking beginning all over again as the reflection being seen was only blurry.

But thus, after a good minute of being in that bathroom, your body allowed itself to adjust to everything that continuously attacked your senses.

One last blink was all it took before you could see yourself in the glass as clear as day... And everything that came with it.

“Oh... my god.”

Your face was brought closer to the mirror within an instant, your previously tired and heavy eyes becoming fully open in alarm as they were now the ones to search across the skin of your face.

On almost every single feature, that you could see in front of you, was an imprint from a certain cosmetic.

Most entirely followed the outline that very clearly resembled the shape of lips, but others were smudged, some even dragging to where another had been placed.

Lipstick.

There was an odd texture that you had felt tighten the indents of your face this morning, but never in your life would you have imagined that this was the reason. You thought your skin was just being weird.

Your body was frozen. No matter how hard you thought in that moment, there was absolutely no recollection of the previous night. Or who even owned lipstick.

The eyes that stared back at you were almost wild now, a sort of panic surging through your veins at the lack of any memory... Though, it faded into something else as fast as it had started.

Your hood had slipped off the back of your head after your sudden movement. And now, upon gazing at the new areas exposed to you, your eyes ended up travelling even lower. Which now left you realising yet another thing.

The marks weren’t only on your face.

Your heart was purely hammering in your chest, all of the previous confusion and disorientation from earlier fuelling the fire that was panic, as you slowly pushed yourself backwards to stand up straight.

There was a print of lips halfway under the neckline of your hoodie.

Your hands raised, almost frightened, to grip at the fabric. And soon you had it between your fingers, realising now that the texture of that too had been altered from stains that you were guessing happened during everything else.

With a slight shake to your breath, and a squeeze of the material in your grasp, you gingerly began to pull it away so that the skin of your torso was properly revealed in the light--

It was slammed back to your chest within the next second. An audible gasp had even spilled from your lips as you found your gaze in the mirror yet again. Eyes still wide, almost unblinking.

“Holy...”

Your feet took a stumbled step away from the sink, your fingers still tightly clutched to your hoodie, as if it was a set of pearls. But even that couldn’t hide the set prints that apparently travelled a lot further than you thought. The more parts that you looked at, the more stains you found.

Your body had been a canvas to a painter you couldn’t remember.

At this point, you were stood in the centre of the room. Every emotion felt morphing into one thing that spread from your head to your toes.

And then you turned, twisting slow on your feet until your hazed eyes landed on at least one of those large showers that seemed more appealing than they had ever in the morning.

How the hell did you get lipstick off?

To rid the skin of countless stains took longer than you had originally thought.

Most of your body felt raw. As if you had scrubbed it with sandpaper for hours on end, though it was just your hands. All was worth it, however, as the previous marks were no more.

For the first time throughout the entire morning, the air that engulfed you within the hallway relieved the warmth that clung as you walked through it, your fresh set of clothes slightly sticking to your body more and more with every step.

You ruffled your towel through your damp hair, the ache in your temple now caused by your eyebrows that were furrowed due to the multitude of thoughts that filtered both in and out of your mind.

An act that almost had you walking right past your own bedroom.

Another grumble murmured through your lips as you turned to the side, opening the door like you had done with the one for the shower room. And then you walked in, the fuzz in your mind apparently stopping you from noticing the light that illuminated its contents.

One that previously wasn’t on at all.

Your head shook, as if all the action going on in your mind would just let go.

Instead of getting closer to figuring out last night's mystery, you were getting further away... Or nowhere at all.

You went round the edge of your bed, taking your towel in both hands before stretching the material out completely so that you could drape it across the radiator along the wall.

A breath was brought slowly in and out of your lungs after taking a step back from the warmth. Your spine uncurled from it’s miserable slouch, your arms practically going limp by your sides while your eyes fell closed.

You reached backwards after a moment, hands patting through the air until you managed to locate the mattress that was screaming your name. But instead, you just sat yourself down. Attempting a final try to get to the bottom of everything. “Come on, man.”

At this point, your head was lowered onto your hands that had previously been clasped together moments before.

You tried everything. Thinking back to what you had done before the timeframe of the... event, who it could’ve been. I mean, Sam and Dean would surely have asked questions if it was someone they didn’t know, right?

Still, even after all of that, and the extra seconds you took to wrack through your brain for even the slightest memory from last night. Something that could just spark your brain and give you the answer. There was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“Dammit.” you breathed out, your body now falling limp against your lap as your shoulders deflated with it.

There was almost this feeling of shame that pierced through every other one.

It wasn’t so much so about the fact that you couldn’t remember if you had gone out, or brought someone back into your own home, as much as it was about the fact that you had shared such an intimate experience with a person. And you couldn’t remember a single thing.

Who the hell--

“Y/n?”

Your head snapped up within a second, your body following suit in a way that made it seem like you were about to go flying into the wall when you had managed to stand. “Jesus!”

The heel of your foot had twisted so quickly that it almost gave your skin carpet burn. Your arms were up and ready as you looked throughout the room to find the intruder...

And then your eyes landed on your bed. More importantly, those familiar set of blue eyes that stared right back at you.

Your shoulders eased back down as they had done earlier, your calloused hands raising before rubbing at the soft skin of your face, that felt even nicer after that shower.

“Okay, yeah-- I think Dean is right, man. You’ve gotta stop just appearing like that.” you practically groaned out as you pinched at the bridge of your nose.

“Well, I... I seem to have been here before you walked in.”

Your fingers dragged away from the warm skin beneath it so that you could allow your gaze to find the man, who was most definitely not helping your confusion. “Huh?”

Especially when you had actually located him.

Because of your previous glance, you had thought that Cas was just sat on your bed for whatever reason he desired.

Though now, as you properly stared back at him, finally registering that sort of grogginess that further emphasised the gravel to his voice when he had spoken, you had noticed that he was in fact under the covers.

Your covers.

His torso was practically twisted just so that he could meet your eyes while his own were narrowed, adjusting to the light, and almost looked puffy as if he had just woken up.

Your eyebrows were most definitely furrowed if they weren’t before. “I thought angels didn’t sleep.” You were about to say. Another mystery that you had to solve... but instead, just as the words were going to roll off of your tongue, your brain had fully taken in the appearance of the person before you.

Castiel’s hair was dishevelled, heavily contrasting the way it usually sat, which in itself was most unusual.

And then you saw it.

No words could even begin to pass through your lips in that moment. No matter how hard you tried. There wasn’t a sound, or even a vowel.

“Y/n?” Cas questioned before clearing his throat, slowly pushing himself upward until he could sit upright and even did his signature head tilt when he was properly facing you. “What’s wrong?” He fought with an urge to yawn.

You couldn’t move. Your eyes were just glued to his lips. A set that seemed to be layered with a sort of faded deep red which smudged severely over the skin surrounding his mouth, especially towards the corners. “Oh.”

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed at the lack of fullness to your voice.

It appeared that your mystery was solved.

You had found your mystery painter.

“Oh.”

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mikage-rehoe · 7 months

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Pink Lemonade Lollipop

pairing: Mikage Reo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.3k

tw/cw: all characters are 18+ (just in case), a bit suggestive, food.

a/n: repost from my old blog. Also this is self-indulgent + i was eating a lollipop with that similar flavor at the time I wrote this blurb. Tagging @enchantedforest-network + dedicated to my fellow Reo simps @seehaven @fictionfordays @nekorei / @quirrrky

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“What are you eating?” Reo asked, flopping his whole body next to you on the couch. “Hmm... lollipop, pink lemonade-flavored,” you replied as you glanced at him, both your thumb and index finger pulling the end of the white stick sticking out within your lips to show a now-smaller ovoid ball of hard shiny pink candy, producing a soft Pop! sound.

Reo wrinkled his eyebrows in disgust. “That flavor again? Haven’t you had enough of that—that’s the ninth time you’ve eaten a lollipop with that flavor for the last three days! I’m worried you’ll get a toothache from eating too much sweets, or diabetes for that matter…”

“Diabetes!?” You scowled at Reo and waved the lollipop near his face, which he quickly dodged. “What harm can a small piece of candy do to my body?”

“Hey, watch it!”

“I’m eating these in moderation, okay? And I always brush my teeth afterwards. No need to worry!” You harrumphed, shoving back the lollipop into your lips, your tongue swirling around the sweet ovoid. You failed to notice how hungry the purple-haired man stared at the swaying movement of the stick poking outside your lips.

“Ne… is it delicious? That pink lemonade lollipop?”

“Mhmm~” You pulled the lollipop out again from your lips and offered it to Reo, and smiled. “Here. Have a taste!”

“Okay, then… itadakimasu~” Reo grabbed hold of your wrist and gently pulled you towards him.

“Reo… wha—?” Before you knew it, your lips met with Reo’s soft ones in a sudden kiss, his tongue playfully swirling with yours. He then pulled away, but not after swiping the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip. You stared at him, speechless, as if air just knocked out of your body at the kiss.

“Gochisousama~ thanks for the sweet treat, doll,” Reo said smugly, deep purple eyes locked on you, tongue licking the drool across his reddened lips.

The pink lollipop accidentally slipped from your fingers and fell down on the couch, bringing your senses back to reality, heat suddenly creeping on your cheeks, and the cutest tiny squeak escaping from your soft lips that Reo found endearing to hear.

"R-reo!!!"

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epochofbelief · 2 months

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Strictly Confidential: Chapter Four

A Feysand Modern AU

She’s a law student turned confidential informant. He’s a federal prosecutor with one goal: bringing down her boyfriend for his white collar crimes. What could go wrong?

Author's Note: I finally did it! Shoutout to SZA's song "Saturn" for helping me finish this chapter. I'm so excited for where this is going, everyone. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. No promises on the editing.

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Chapter Four

Feyre cursed herself for a fool from where she hid, deep in a supply closet on the fifth floor of Tamlin’s environmental empire, Spring Solutions.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. It had taken days for her to convince Tamlin to finally show him around her work. Only after she assured him she wouldn’t leave his side while there had he agreed to let her accompany him to the office on the following Friday morning.

Feyre forced her breaths to remain steady as another person passed by the door, the band of light between the door and the floor guttering with the motion.

“Where the hell is she?” A muffled, angry voice filtered through the walls around her.

But then the sound of the footsteps, along with the angry voice, receded.

Feyre took a deep breath. It was now or never.

She placed her hand on the cool metal of the door handle and pushed.

Three Days Earlier

The newfound knowledge of Tamlin’s alleged crimes slowly ate away at Feyre over the next several days. She couldn’t focus on her schoolwork. She missed a cold call in class. Her father called twice and she actually managed to ignore him.

When Tamlin returned on the following Monday, Feyre had to force herself to act as if nothing had changed. She let him touch her, kiss her, wax poetic about how much he had missed her.

Before he proceeded directly into his study to get back to work.

Feyre was on pins and needles for the hours he sat at his computer. She waited for the moment he somehow discovered she had accessed his computer and came to demand an explanation.

But he never did.

And so Feyre began to execute the next part of her plan.

When she came home from school on Tuesday, she gushed about how much she was enjoying her environmental law class. Tamlin listened intently, sitting forward on the couch as she paced in front of him, declaring her newfound intentions to pursue a career in environmental law. Lucien, who had been present for Feyre’s little performance, leaned against the kitchen counter behind Tamlin, eyebrows creeping higher and higher as Feyre delivered her monologue.

“That’s great, honey. I’m so glad you love this stuff as much as I do,” Tamlin said, eyes shining with sincerity. Feyre bit back her disgust.

“I really do,” Feyre said. “Which is why I wanted to ask if you would be open to me shadowing you at work. I would love to talk to some of your in-house counsel, just get a feel for what environmental law looks like in the real world.”

Tamlin sat straight up.

“Oh. Really?”

Feyre nodded, ignoring Lucien as he folded his arms at her words, his eyes tracking her every movement.

“Let me think about it,” was all Tamlin said. Feyre didn’t want to risk pressing harder, so she dropped the subject for the night.

But the next day, she resumed her prodding. Asked Tamlin if he had had time to think about it. After receiving a similar response, she waited until Thursday to ask once more.

In the intervals in between, Feyre found herself looking over her shoulder everywhere she went. On the train to and from the law school, during her walks in the park, while she was at the gym. She knew the FBI had to be on her trail, but never once did she catch a glimpse of Special Agents Claret or Lapis. And though she knew there was no possibility that Rhysand was the one observing her, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of her life if he was watching. Her quiet, appallingly small life. If he was watching, he would see her utter lack of a social circle, the disgusting amount of hours she spent hunched over her books, snacking on chips from the vending machine and whatever form of caffeine was closest.

It was probably better that Rhysand wasn’t the one watching.

On Thursday, Tamlin at last relented. He offered to meet Feyre at his office the next morning, for an hour before his lunch meeting.

And Feyre had duly accepted.

After her Friday morning class, she took the train back downtown, getting off at a stop about a block away from the enormous high-rise building that housed Spring Solutions. The receptionist, a young woman who looked to be a few years older than Feyre, struck up a conversation with her as they waited for Tamlin to emerge from the elevators that led up to his floor.

“I’m Ianthe,” the receptionist said, long blonde hair cascading over narrow shoulders, her sky-blue dress making her eyes pop. “You must be Feyre.”

Feyre gave Ianthe a nervous grin, shaking her perfectly manicured hand. This woman must spend hours on her makeup every morning. Her skin was absolutely flawless, lower eyelids lined with white, black mascara only further emphasizing those piercing blue eyes.

“Sorry,” Ianthe beamed. “Tamlin’s mentioned you a few times. I feel like I practically know you already.”

Feyre sucked on the inside of her cheek. “Ah.” Tamlin had never mentioned his gorgeous receptionist Ianthe. And yet he had been talking to Ianthe about Feyre so much that Ianthe already felt like she knew her?

Feyre reminded herself that jealousy was not a productive emotion. Especially when her boyfriend was in all likelihood a white collar criminal.

As Ianthe asked her about law school, Feyre wondered whether the receptionist knew about what went on behind the scenes at Spring Solutions. If there was indeed a “behind-the-scenes” to be spoken of.

Feyre answered Ianthe's questions with the shortest answers possible. But after the basic What practice areas are you considering pursuing? What led you to law school? What did you study in undergrad? questions, Ianthe launched into a monologue about how hard she had worked to decorate the atrium of Tamlin’s business.

Which was even more boring than the Administrative Law class Feyre had taken during her second semester of 2L.

To Feyre’s relief, the elevator to the left of Ianthe’s desk emitted a faint but elegant ding, and Tamlin emerged in his usual crisp, dark suit, his blonde hair perfectly arranged. Feyre pasted a smile onto her face, words sour in her mouth. “Hi, babe.”

Game time, Feyre thought. No matter how hard this would be, perhaps finding evidence of Tamlin's illegal activity would give her a stronger reason to break things off with him.

But hadn’t Rhysand said that Tamlin’s illegal activity would make it even more difficult for Feyre to leave him? Even dangerous?

Feyre shook her head, giving Ianthe a wave over her shoulder as Tamlin guided her into the elevator, a possessive hand on her lower back. Feyre turned to face him in the elevator, casually stepping out of his grip and leaning against the mirrored wall.

“How’s your day?” She asked. “Stressful?”

Tamlin stepped closer, one hand caressing her neck. “Much better now that you’re here.”

Feyre tried not to flinch away.

Gods, one second she was letting him pull her into bed and the next she couldn’t stand the feeling of his touch against her skin.

If she was honest with herself, discovering that he really was a criminal mastermind would probably make her life much less confusing.

Unfortunately, Feyre had to put up with Tamlin’s hands all over her as he toured her around the four floors of the high-rise that his company occupied. She met several accountants, a myriad of consultants, a plethora of assistants. Lucien joined them about halfway through the tour. He greeted Feyre as usual, but kept close behind her as they walked. Feyre couldn’t tell if his green eyes were tracking her every move or if she was just being paranoid.

At last, they reached the top floor—where both Tamlin and Lucien had their offices, and where the in-house legal department resided. Tamlin guided her into a large conference room, where several attorneys were gathered on one side of a long table, a lunchtime feast of sandwiches, chips, and coffee spread before them. It looked like a lunch break in all aspects except one: each attorney had a laptop propped in front of him or her, not even speaking to each other.

So this was what Feyre had to look forward to—work above all things. A twenty-minute lunch break to get to know one’s coworkers? Forget about it.

She knew in-house was different than big law, but if anything, big law firms like Hybern & Night were much more notorious for their bill or die mentality. These in-house attorneys were either unprecedented workhorses, or they were working on something important.

Feyre wondered if it was something illicit.

Feyre shook the three attorneys’ hands, smiling as they introduced themselves. Tamlin, Lucien, and Feyre joined them at the table, and Tamlin plated Feyre a ham-and-cheese sandwich, forgetting once again that she much preferred turkey.

But she smiled, ever the gracious and perfect girlfriend, launching into a stream of pre-prepared questions as the attorneys gave her their full attention. About halfway through the discussion, a secretary of some sort stuck her head into the conference room, telling Tamlin that he had an important phone call on line one. Tamlin excused himself, gesturing for Lucien to accompany him. Feyre waved them off, listening intently to one of the male attorneys—Hart—as he explained the benefits of taking “Tax Accounting for Lawyers” in law school. This rivaled Ianthe’s interior design diatribe in terms of how well it piqued Feyre's interest.

Feyre made herself wait two minutes before she excused herself to use the restroom.

As soon as she was clear of the conference room windows, she had to resist the urge to run. There must be cameras all around, and if she looked like she had a purpose, rather than lost on the way to the bathroom, this whole thing would be over before it began.

So, instead of rushing through the halls, she meandered, looking around herself, eyebrows scrunched together. She really should have pursued acting, rather than law.

At last, she passed what looked like an empty office. She shut herself inside, and almost giggled in nervous relief when she saw a phone on the desk. She picked it up, knowing the chances of it connecting to Tamlin’s line were close to zero—but—

She dialed one.

Tamlin’s voice erupted through the speaker the second her finger hit the button:

“What do you mean they’re not ready?” Tamlin growled.

Feyre almost gasped at the anger, the vitriol, in her boyfriend’s voice.

A muffled voice responded, so quietly Feyre almost missed it in her surprise at the harshness of her partner's tone. “They need another week.”

“We don’t have a week.” That was Lucien. Quieter, but just as tense as Tamlin.

“There’s no way they’ll be ready for you in time.”

“I don’t give two shits whether they’re ready. We’ll be there on the established date, and they better be ready to implement the recommendations we have already provided.”

The muffled voice didn’t respond.

“Brannagh?” Lucien’s voice cut through the silence.

“We’ll see you in a week.”

“Good.”

The receiver clicked. Feyre bit her lip.

This didn’t mean anything. It proved nothing.

But if it didn’t matter, why was Tamlin so angry? And what did “we’ll be there mean? He hadn’t mentioned going out of town again. . . Was this a local job?

Feyre bit her lip, carefully hanging up the phone before easing back out into the hallway, replaying the conversation she had just heard in her head. What did it mean? Was it innocuous or incriminating? Was it enough to bring to Rhysand?

Feyre wandered down the hallway, now truly on the lookout for the restroom. She had just spotted the signs when a man emerged from a conference room down the hall and to her left, clad in a much less expensive looking suit than the one Tamlin had worn, earbuds firmly fixed in his ears.

Feyre froze, but it was too late. He had seen her.

“What the hell are you doing down here?” The man demanded, striding purposefully toward Feyre.

Feyre swallowed, giving a little shrug and a sheepish smile before she turned down another hall, hopeful the man would conclude that she was the lost girlfriend of one of the many men who occupied the Spring Solutions Tower. Because that was at least one thing Feyre had learned about her partner’s business: very few women were employed there, and if they were, they were secretaries or Ianthe.

Unfortunately, Feyre heard the thundering of heavy footsteps behind her as she rushed down the hallway. Shit.

Feyre ducked into another hallway and threw open the first door she saw, breathing a sigh of relief when the sight of a dim janitorial closet greeted her, complete with mop bucket, broom, and shelves full of various cleaning products. Feyre slipped inside, standing where the door would hide her from view if opened, trying not to remember the few times she had convinced her older sisters to play hide-and-seek with her when they were kids.

Nesta rarely agreed, but Elain had played with her on several occasions, humoring her years-younger sister out of the goodness of her heart.

Feyre shook her head, clutching the hem of her suit jacket as heavy footsteps thudded by.

“Where the hell is she, Belfort?” A voice—this one different from the man with the earbuds—sounded from somewhere to her left.

“Do I look like I know?” The earbud man's voice responded.

Feyre swallowed, grateful when the footsteps faded away. Were these men unfamiliar with the layout of the building? Perhaps they were new . . . Or perhaps they didn’t usually work here. Because if Feyre were searching for a potential intruder, the broom closet would be the first place she checked.

She slid out into the hall, relief coursing through her at the sight of the empty hallway. She rushed back the way she came, looking over her shoulder as she turned back into the hallway where she had met the in-house attorneys—

Her chest collided with a wall of muscle, sweaty hands wrapping themselves around her upper arms in a grip that was just a little too tight.

Feyre turned to face her captor, catching a glimpse of hard dark eyes and a tight jaw, downturned lips and a forehead creased with anger, before a voice from behind the man had him straightening up and releasing Feyre.

“Is there a reason you’re manhandling my girlfriend, Belfort?”

Feyre stumbled backward, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of Tamlin, followed by Lucien and several members of what appeared to be the security team.

“Your girlfriend, sir?” Belfort asked, glaring at Feyre one last time before he turned to face Tamlin. “But—”

Feyre cut him off, striding toward Tamlin and setting a hand on his shoulder. “I got lost on my way to the bathroom. I think they must have thought I was an intruder or something,” she said with a laugh, leaning into her boyfriend’s side.

“Belfort?”

Feyre stared at Belfort and hoped his desire to avoid a disagreement with his boss would win the day.

Evidently it did, because Belfort held up his hands. “My mistake, sir. Please, return to your lunch.”

Tamlin nodded, turning so quickly that he missed the look Feyre caught on Belfort’s face—

It was a look that said, I’m watching you.

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Feyre stopped at a coffee shop on her way home from Spring Solutions, even allowing herself the time to sit in a booth at the window to drink it. She pulled out her current read—Foster, by Claire Keegan—but the book sat abandoned on the table in front of her as she stared out the wide windows at the streets of Prythian, mulling over the events of the morning.

Tamlin’s anger during his phone call. The man on the other line—Brannagh’s—response. Belfort stalking her through the shiny bright hallways of Spring Solutions just because she had walked down the wrong hallway.

To a court of law, none of this had any meaning.

But that feeling in the pit of Feyre’s stomach, the flash of fear she had felt when Belfort had caught her, the small bruises already forming on her biceps from his grip. . .

Feyre’s instincts told her something was wrong, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to rest until she discovered exactly why.

She took a sip of her coffee, sighing through her nose, resolving to give herself ten minutes to collect her thoughts before she walked the rest of the way home to resume studying.

But any chance to calm herself flew out the window when a man slid into the booth across from her.

Feyre jumped a mile high before she registered the hazel eyes, the classically beautiful features, and the scarred hands.

“Agent Lapis,” she breathed.

The SA held up a hand, his lips pursed. “Please, call me Azriel.”

Feyre glanced around her, as if she hoped to catch a glance of Cassian—or Rhysand—hovering somewhere nearby. But the rest of the cafe was occupied by innocuous coffee drinkers and several students with books and laptops spread across the tables in front of them.

“Azriel,” Feyre said, forcing herself to take another drink from her coffee.

“I’m here for your answer,” he said, eyes scanning the room even as he spoke to her.

When Feyre didn’t respond, his gaze snapped to hers. Whatever he saw there put a frown on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Feyre shifted in her seat, and couldn’t resist the reflexive look she gave the bruises on her biceps.

Azriel’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening on the mug of coffee on the table between them. “What happened,” he breathed, his voice soft, but so lethal it sent goosebumps erupting over the back of Feyre’s neck.

“I got into Spring Solutions today,” Feyre started, but Azriel was already shaking his head.

“We know. What happened inside?” He asked, giving her upper left arm a pointed glance.

Feyre quickly and succinctly relayed the events of her time in Spring Solutions to Azriel, whose stoic expression didn’t waver as he listened.

“None of it means anything,” Feyre finished, running her hands through her hair. “But—I can’t explain it. Something just felt . . . wrong.”

Azriel shook his head. “It might not seem important or groundbreaking to you now, Feyre. But Rome wasn’t built in a day. Any detail learned now could always be useful later. And while none of what you told me today is enough for an indictment. . . It certainly could be if we learned more information.”

Feyre nodded, staying quiet. It was clear Azriel had more to say.

“You did a good thing, today, getting inside Spring Solutions. But if you agree to work with us, we’ll have to establish some ground rules. For your safety, and the good of the investigation.”

“My safety?”

Azriel nodded. “Rhys almost marched into that high-rise after you as soon as we sent him word you had gone there to meet Tamlin.”

Feyre blinked. “Rhys—Rhys knows I got inside?”

Azriel lifted a brow. “He’s the one leading this investigation. We keep him apprised of all notable updates.”

“Ah,” Feyre said, ignoring the cascade of confusing emotions that had unfurled inside her chest and stomach as soon as Azriel had said the words Rhys almost marched in after you.

“But the protocols will come later. What I came here to ask you today was whether you had decided.”

Feyre didn’t ask for further explanation. She knew what the SA meant.

She also knew her answer.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes meeting Azriel’s. “I’ll do it.”

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Author's Note: More Rhys is coming, I swear :)

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could write a stepfather Daemon with the stepdaughter being Rhaenyra’s daughter that she had with Criston Cole the daughter has Valyrian looks except her eyes are her father’s. I can see Daemon having fun corrupting her and showing her the pleasures in life. Making her into his own personal whore that he has feelings for. Doing bold and risky things in nature for their pleasure together.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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“Daemon,” You whimpered out so prettily into his ear as he gently pushed you up against the large tree. The skirts of your dress were bunched up to your waist as his hips continued to jerk; causing his cock to push deeper inside you. He only hummed against your soft lips, brushing your noses together.

You grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady as your body bounced as he moved you. “We shouldn’t…” You began to whimper into his ear as your eyes looked around the public, royal gardens. His hands continued to grope you as he slowed his thrusts down; teasing you without mercy.

“Do you want to stop?” Daemon hummed; pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as your head fell away. Your eyes locked with his whilst the rogue Prince fought against smirking. Here he was ruining Ser Criston’s daughter under their noses. “No..no, please…” You whimpered out; your hands reaching for him.

His lips were soon on you once more as his hips slowly moved. Your fingers tugged at his locks as you whined his name. You looked so beautiful when you were falling apart, Daemon thought to himself. His hand gently moved to cup your freely bouncing breast. Your nipples pebbled so sweetly.

Those bright eyes of his caught sight of some movement and he noticed the knight in question he was thinking about. Daemon slowly moved from you; his cock falling out whilst you whined so loudly. “Shh…kneel down.” He whispered and watched as you easily followed his orders he gave out.

The tree obscured you from view as Daemon slowly pushed his cock into your hot mouth before you could ask anything. His smirk only widened as he looked down at you for a moment before Cole’s voice came out. “Daemon..what are you doing here?” The knight called from the other side of the tree.

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice of the Queen’s guard. You reached for Daemon’s hips to push away but the Rogue Prince only had you nearly choking on him. “I see you have no life still.” Daemon taunted. His free hand moved into your locks and guided you up and down his cock.

You tried to keep your moans from spilling out as you hoped to block the conversation around you. Daemon’s hips subtly began to jerk as he slowly fucked your mouth and all you could do was take it. “I don’t imagine you’d like to take another step.” Daemon whispered as you slowly leaned away.

Criston only raised his eyebrow before the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked echoed. Disgust flashed through his eyes even if desire soon followed as he thought the Princess was on her knees for her husband. Daemon harshly thrust just for your gagging to sound out.

Daemon did not stop now as he continued to jerk his hips. Your hands slowly moved to his chest to try and push him away. “Always knew you were a creep, Crispin.” Daemon smirked. The knight scowled; Daemon’s words piercing him deeper than he would show as he finally turned around.

His hips snapped now as he watched the knight walk into the darkness. Your moans freely sounding out now. “Good girl.” Daemon whispered as his whole attention returned back to you. You whimpered and looked up at him with those big, wet eyes of yours. His stomach was tightening now; he was so close to releasing. “Get up..” He gently ordered and watched with a chuckle as you did just that with speed. He not so gently turned you around and pushed you against the tree. The desire in you both had you reckless as he pushed your cheeks apart to watch his thick cock pushing deep into your weeping pussy.

“Oh gods…Daemon!” You whimpered out as he deliciously stretched you. He bottomed completely and began his harsh, fast thrusts. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the place. “Taking it so well.” The rogue Prince continued to praise you as he pushed deeper.

Your soft, ample breasts bouncing with each thrust he made. His own stomach was so tight with his release on the edge. “Please, please…” You cried out as your head fell back and rested on his muscled chest. Your eyes were already rolling back as your legs easily shook from the intense pleasure.

His chest brushed against your back as he leaned closer; his pushing even further and began to hit your spongy spot with each thrust. “Did you like that? Hmm, my little whore?” Daemon purred into your ear. You could only moan and whimper his name. Your pretty face is now blushing at his words.

“Im…I’m not..” You whimpered out. His dark chuckle was your only answer as he fucked you harder. Both of you were on the edge of release that you were desperate to chase now. Daemon burrowed into your neck from behind as he quickened his thrusts into a fierce, erratic pace.

You were babbling absolute nonsense as the pleasure nearly became too much. Your eyes were slowly rolling now. “I’ll take you anywhere I like. You are mine.” Daemon growled into your ears as your soaked walls clamped around him. You squirted as your powerful orgasm ripped through you with ease.

His hand came down on your arse and had you squeezing him again and again. The moves pushed him over the edge only a moment later as he pushed his cock deep. His cum flooding you. “Take it..” Daemon moaned; his hand moved to your hair and pulled it back. Your head falling onto him.

You whimpered and collapsed against him; something he took delight in as he watched you fall apart. His cock slowly moved in and out before he calmed himself. “We should leave here.” Daemon hummed and you could only moan and wiggle back against him; you hardly had the energy.

He pinched your nipple and watched you cry as he slowly removed himself from you. “You should get to your apartments.” Daemon hummed and watched in amusement as you tugged the dress back up. His mouth watering as he watched those ample breasts bounced for a moment.

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No One Needs To Know (2)

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

TW: cursing, internet creeps, and unedited work

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, alcohol

Things you need to know: Y/N=your name

Part 1

A/N: You don’t have to read Part 1 but it’s a nice little prologue to pt 2. So if you don’t wanna read pt 1 you don’t have to lol

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You and Wilbur had been dating for a month or two now, and no one knew, besides Tommy and Molly, who found out quite quickly. Tommy’s reaction was about as bad as you thought it’d be.

“EW! GROSS, WILBUR. HAVE SOME TASTE, MY MAN.” He yelled, mocking a disgusted face. You rolled your eyes at the boy while Molly chuckled, and Wilbur whacked him in the back of the head with a magazine.

After that experience, Tommy was fine, as long as you and Wilbur didn’t do anything lovey-dovey.

Wilbur smiled and kissed you on your nose, making you giggle. “You’re adorable.” Wilbur said, giving you another kiss on the forehead. “I know, right?” You joked, smiling back at Wilbur.

“Ew, stop being so sexual, guys.” Tommy joked, rolling his eyes at you two as he smiled at Molly and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s truly disgusting.” Molly agreed, nodding.

You chuckled at the memory as you brought in cookies to watch the new year’s day parade. Wilbur had convinced you to watch it with him, (by ‘convinced’, he promised he would cuddle with you before bed, and take you to Chipotle in the morning.) and you had agreed to make cookies. You had also invited your brother and Molly, who immediately showed up for the show.

as soon as you walked into the living room, wilbur’s eyes lit up and he ran up to you, taking the cookies from your grasp and setting them on the table. he then stood up and grabbed your hand and ran to the couch, when we he sat down and slammed you down next to him, giggling like a little girl.

“Hey, love.” Wilbur said, smiling at you.

“Hey, Wil.” you smiled back at him, laughing. you were about to kiss him when a knock at the door stopped your movement. You walked over to the door and let Tom and Molly in, who were both giggling like children.

Tommy made a beeline for the cookies, a frown covering his features. “Something wrong?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“Yeah, there’s no milk. Everyone knows cookies need milk.” Tommy said, looking at you with a pout.

“Do we really need milk? we ran out tod-“ you began, but you were cut off by Tommys voice.

“Do we? Yes! I need milk!” Tommy said, crossing his arms like a toddler.

“okay, whatever. Wilbur, wanna come get some with me?” you ask, reaching for your coat and your keys.

“Hell yes! We can also get alcohol” Wilbur smiled.

“Why alcohol?” You questioned, smirking at your tall boyfriend.

“Uh, i’m not going into the new year if i’m not drunk.” Wilbur joked. you rolled your eyes and headed out, hopping into your car and driving to the shop, wilbur’s song gracing your ears.

“But I can still smell her perfume! Did it rub off on you?” Wilbur sang his own song, holding your hand as you drive. You smiled along to the music, When you arrived, Wilbur opened your door for you, and granted you a kiss on your forehead.

As you walked into the shop, you quickly made your way to the dairy section, as wilbur walked over to the wine aisle, giving you a wink. You giggled at his antics, and rushed over to him after you got your milk. “Hey, love. Whatcha moving so fast for?” Wil asked, giving you another peck on your lips.

The two of you paid and left, Wilbur taking the drivers seat, and drive home the same way you left. Hand in hand, singing to Wilbur’s music. Not a single care in the world, and you wished you could stay there forever.

When you got home, Tommy took the milk from you and poured himself a cup. You chuckled at him, and glanced at Wilbur, who was on his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

“You okay?” You questioned, as he kept scrolling. Wilbur kept silent, his features turning more and more stressed.

“Y/N.” He spoke, eyes filled with worry. “Check Twitter.”

You became confused but obeyed your boyfriend, opening Twitter. Your eyes moved to the ‘Trending’ section.

shit.

Someone had taken a picture of you and will at the shop. And posted it. And now anyone who fucking wanted to could go to Twitter and see the two of you have your moment.

You felt betrayed, like you had trusted whoever posted the image. You obviously hadn’t, but that didn’t make the sting of it any less painful.

“What?” Tommy questioned, noticing you and Wilbur suddenly engrossed in your phones. “Did something happen?”

You and wil stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Eventually, Tommy opened his phone, Molly following suit. you were far too distracted by the comments on the post to care about their reactions, though.

panda_expresser: they’re both ugly as shit lmao

playboi: what a fuckin whore

gsoosowkalq: ew wtf he’s way out of her league..

You felt a gentle tear roll down your cheek against your will. You sniffled quietly, as Tommy and Molly gasped in union.

“Oh my god!” Molly exclaimed, eyes widening at the photo. “Who did that?”

“Yeah mate, that’s fuckin illegal .” Tommy muttered, glancing at you as well as wilbur, trying to find an explanation.

“I dunno, Tom.” Wilbur said. you knew this was hurting him just as bad as it was hurting you. He valued his privacy and didn’t share much of his personal life on social media. So seeing this so open, let alone without his knowledge, definitely hurt him.

As a few more tears rolled down your cheeks, you read more opinions of other people.

kdisoajiw: ew, gross.

nobody: girl: 2/10, guy: 5/10.

You began to cry more at the harmful comments, going straight to your heart. you felt your head banging, as your breaths became shortened.

You felt wilbur’s hand grab your waist, pulling you in for a hug. you immediately accepted, pulling into his embrace. you let yourself cry yourself out, feeling discouraged and depressed.

“Hey, Love. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” He hummed, trying to convince himself if not you. He sat back and wiped your tears with his guitar-calloused hand, giving you a small smile as he rested his forehead to yours.

“I love you still, okay?” He assured, glancing at you.

“I’ll love you forever.” You muttered, finding a sense of relief in his embrace.

•••

a/n: HEY BITCHES THIS SUCKED BAD BUT WHATEVERRRRRRR

As always ily and you are beautiful :)

OKAY BYE!

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chaotic-orphan · 4 months

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Hero and the infant part four

Read part one here

TW: suicidal ideation, suicidal ideation implied, mentions of suicidal thoughts, borderline depressed Hero, mentions of death, mentions of hopelessness

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And they popped out again on the ground, next to the police and the reinforcements that were called in. Sidekick gasped in a harsh breath and coughed it out again, wheezing. Hero forgot to tell them about the whole deep breath thing before teleporting. Whoops. Hero groaned as someone helped them to their feet and brought them to the back of an open ambulance.

Paramedic was there waiting, glaring at Hero.

Wonderful.

“Ah. Paramedic. You look radiant today,” said Hero as they sat down on the back of the ambulance, nodding their thanks at the Officer that helped them over.

“Are you going to hospital this time?”

“No.”

“Of course not,” Paramedic grouched, nodding at the officer that assisted Hero to step away. “I’ll just wait here while Villain kills you, shall I? Make sure we get you to the morgue straight away.”

“Villain won’t hurt me, Paramedic,” Hero said and then hissed as Paramedic’s gloved fingers pressed down hard on Hero’s broken fingers. “Fuck!”

Paramedic was deadpan as they said: “Yes. They would never hurt you.”

“Can’t you just wrap them up for me and let me go again?”

Paramedic laughed, a short, derisive sound. “Yes. I can just keep patching you up while you for round two and three and twenty.”

Hero sighed, putting their elbow on their knee and pinched the bridge of their nose with their good fingers, head tilted down. So, they didn’t see the concern knitting Paramedic’s eyebrows together as they bandaged the two fingers together. Then bandaged them to Hero’s pinkie for support.

“Did you bang your head?” Paramedic asked and Hero nodded slightly. Their headache exasperated by the movement. “Show me.”

Paramedic’s cool fingers pressed lightly on Hero’s scalp. “Yeah there,” said Hero as Paramedic hit the sore spot. Paramedic pulled their hand back and said: “okay. There’s no blood. Most likely bruising. Just try to not get hit on the head again, okay?”

“Okay,” said Hero standing. Paramedic pushed a packet of pills into Hero’s hand. Hero popped out two and swallowed them dry before handing Paramedic back the foil packet.

“Keep it. You’re gonna need it.”

Hero nodded and slipped into the packet into one of their coat pockets. “Thank you, Paramedic.”

“See you in five.”

“Ah, come on. At least give me ten,” Hero said with their usual big smile, and Paramedic just shook their head.

Sidekick was speaking with Superhero fervidly when Hero strolled over, languid in their pace. They pulled their packet of smokes out and their lighter, lighting the cigarette as they walked. Superhero was the first to notice Hero stopping beside them, blowing smoke in the big shot’s face with a grin.

“Howdy Superhero,” said Hero with a grin, lapping up Superhero’s disgust. Hero nodded at Sidekick in greeting, taking another slow drag.

“Hero, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Why don’t you go crawl under a bar somewhere?”

“I was trying my best, but your delightful new sidekick here came and ruined all my fun. Why is that Superhero?” Hero asked, turning their head to look at Superhero again. “Is it because you’re too chicken shit to face Villain yourself? Maybe you should tell your new Sidekick that so you don’t kill another kid because of your cowardice, hmm?”

Superhero’s glare would have burned a hole through Hero if it got any more intense. Their lips pursed; nose held high. Hero felt sick as they let the smoke out through their nostrils.

“Oops,” Hero said, voice deadpan. “Looks like I just let the cat out the bag, huh?”

“Villain only wants to talk to you. Word is you haven’t been answering their texts.”

“Yeah, that’s a nice excuse—” Hero grumbled to Sidekick, then tilted their head at Superhero. “Listen, are you gonna help me stop them or are you gonna sit down here, safe and sound and send your Sidekick to do your dirty work?”

“This temper tantrum is your doing Hero. Clean up your own mess,” said Superhero squaring up, stepping closer to Hero’s face. Hero didn’t flinch. They didn’t do anything but follow the movement with their eyes, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Hero exhaled the smoke through their nose, and let their voice drop a tone lower. Something cold and vicious behind it.

“Villain’s a villain because of your doing, Superhero. How ‘bout you clean up yours, before you end up killing another—”

Before Hero could finish the sentence, Superhero wrapped a hand around Hero’s throat and drove them backwards until they were pinned against the front of a fire truck.

“Superhero!” Sidekick cried, running over and trying to take Superhero’s hand off Hero’s throat. Hero’s head was aching, but they didn’t let it show, just glared at Superhero. Sidekick stepped between the pair when they failed to remove Superhero’s hold, and Superhero was forced to let go of Hero. “This isn’t the time. Villain’s still up there!”

Hero stepped forward, fixing their long duster and took the last drag from their cigarette, savouring it before flicking the butt to the ground and twisting the ball of their foot on it to stomp it out.

“I’m going then,” said Hero.

“I’ll come with you,” Sidekick said immediately, but Hero shook their head, letting the smoke out through the corners of their lips.

Hero put a hand on Sidekick’s shoulder, and said: “you’re not coming this time.”

“What!”

“Villain doesn’t like you and you’re just something they can leverage against me if they catch you again. You’re staying put,” Hero ignored their protests and turned their attention to Superhero. “Don’t let them follow me unless you want them dead like the last one.”

Superhero’s hard stare melted away with a pop. Then Hero was on the roof again, facing Villain’s back. A metre or two between them. “Sorry for the delay.”

“Not at all, Hero,” Villain purred, turning to face their favourite reckless hero. Dishevelled, bags under their eyes, hands deep in their signature brown trench coat they wore over their black combat trousers and black sweatshirt. Villain couldn’t help but smile. Hero never changed.

Villain’s eyes searched the empty space behind Hero. “Where’s your friend? Haven’t scared them away already, have I?”

Hero shrugged, easy, blasé. “Nah, I put them in timeout. Left them with their babysitter.”

Clever, violet eyes settled on Hero’s. Oh, so alluring and bright at having Hero’s entire undivided attention. “Good. I always preferred when it was just the two of us. Come closer, I won’t bite.”

“No, but you’ll break,” Hero said, holding up their bandaged hand and tilting their head to the side. A soft, fond smile slipping onto their lips. Hero felt an invisible hand slide around their own. Inspecting at first. Gentle, then guiding Hero, pulling them closer to Villain, bridging the gap between them without Villain moving an inch.

Villain raised their own hand, palm facing up. Hero felt a phantom hand in theirs, guiding them gently towards Villain, closing the gap between them. When they were close enough, Villain took Hero’s hand in theirs and began an inspection of their own. Hero watched Villain’s violet eyes scan over the fingers bandaged together, inspecting the wrapping around their palm and wrist then back up again for support.

Violet eyes meeting theirs was the only warning Hero had before Villain pressed down hard on the injury. Hero hissed, yanking their hand back but Villain kept Hero’s hand locked in their iron grip.

“Does it hurt when I do this?” Villain asked with a sly smile, eyes never leaving Hero’s. Taking in every small twinge of pain, every squirming effort to hide said pain from Villain’s prying eyes. Oh, how they loved Hero’s small reactions.

“If you don’t want me to abscond you could just ask me to stay,” Hero told them honestly. Pained eyes meeting Villain’s, pleading for them to let go. Hero raised their other hand and placed it on Villain’s probing wrist. “It doesn’t always need to be pain that clouds my judgement, Villain.”

Villain smiled, a little genuine, before finally letting go. Their hand went to Hero’s cheek instead. Pads of their fingers digging in, gentle, with the smallest amount of pressure, because pain always came with Villain.

It was in Villain’s nature, Hero told themselves, they couldn’t really help it.

“I know,” said Villain, “but I do so love to watch you suffer, dear Hero. You make it into an art form.”

Hero pulled Villain’s hand away from their cheek at that, chest tight. “Perhaps you should witness me in my everyday life then. I suffer eternally.”

“Maybe you should start answering your phone when I call.”

Hero scoffed, turning their body half away from Villain, pulling the box of cigarettes from their pocket. Their hand was shaking after Villain’s inspection so they were happy to block Villain’s view of it with their body. Hero took a cigarette between their teeth, dragging it out before flicking the lid closed. The click of the lighter was reassuring, reliable.

Hero cupped their hand around the flame, a delicate thing to coddle especially on a roof where the wind was raging against their hair and their clothes. Hero could control the flame, let it burn enough to light their cigarette or they could smother it, the only thing they could control right now. They flicked the old zippo lighter closed, looking at the small black engraving on the side.

“You’re not special, I don’t answer anyone anymore. I put the stupid thing on silent. It kept incessantly buzzing,” Hero grumbled, looking over the wall of the roof down to the commotion below. Police lights and emergency services below, the street cordoned off from the public. They couldn’t make out Sidekick and Superhero below, but they could see Paramedic in their uniform and maybe pick out police but other than that it was just busy.

Hero heard Villain moving behind them, walking up to Hero and reaching over their shoulder, plucking the cigarette from Hero's hand. Hero grumbled out a half protest, hearing the flame ignite right by their ear, like a soft gasp of air. Villain slid it back between their fingers again.

“Cheers,” said Hero, flicking the ash off onto the wall. Villain exhaled a couple smoke rings then let the rest of the smoke out through their nose, the smell and smoke entrancing Hero. Hero watched the rings dissipate into the sky, as Villain’s hand stretched around Hero’s torso and pulled them both back away from the dangerous edge of the roof. Away from the prying eyes of back up below. Ensuring Hero’s attention could be focused on Villain completely again.

Hero rubbed their temple with the pad of their thumb, irritated. “All this fucking mess for what? Because I wasn’t answering your every whim? I’m getting too old for this, Villain. As are you.”

“Perhaps I should kill you and be done with it then,” said Villain, tightening their hold on Hero, tone cool and cutting. Hero couldn’t deny the chill that ran down their spine at the easy threat.

Villain could just throw them off the rooftop. Granted, it wouldn’t kill them, Hero had learned to quiet the panic when it came to life-or-death situations. Panic they could deal with, pain… well, pain was like Villain; it demanded Hero’s undying attention.

Hero shook their head, slinking out of Villain's hold with ease and popping up to the top of the wall, walking to the edge of the building and standing on the ledge.

“I can’t keep doing this Villain,” Hero repeated, chest tight. Behind them, Villain tilted their head at the Hero, their Hero. “You killed that kid.”

“That kid, was Superhero’s little psychopath. I was doing everyone a favour.”

“You could have saved them, Villain,” Hero said, half turning their body towards Villain, looking down into those violet eyes that used to give them so much comfort. “You could have tried to help them. We were once Superhero’s little psychopaths, no one put a bullet in us.”

“Maybe they should have,” said Villain tightly.

The wind whistled through the area between them on the roof, rustling their clothes and their hair as they let the weight of the words fall over them. Hero held Villain's unflinching eyes and some part of them wanted to scream. In another life, maybe they would be meeting on rooftops for secret midnight rendezvous, or to share a cigarette. The possibility broke Hero's heart, so they buried the thought and looked away from those piercing eyes.

Hero glanced down at all the commotion in the street below. They plunged a hand into their pocket, fist tightening around the cool metal lighter, while their other drew the cigarette to their lips. They nodded as they raised their head to the sky.

“Maybe they should’ve.”

Silence ebbed between them for a moment.

Then: “How are you, Hero?”

Hero laughed at the question. A loud, humourless laugh. It was such an absurd question coming from the Villain who had ruined how many people's day? Worrying about Hero, wanting to know how Hero was.

The worst part was the fact that Villain didn’t sound like Villain when they asked that question. Their voice was softer, quieter, more genuine. It was Hero’s best friend that asked how they were doing, not Villain. Not the scourge of the city, not the name whispered by civilians just in case it summoned the demon to wreck havoc on them.

It was just Villain.

Hero's Villain.

The one they had met in the early days at the Hero academy. The one who created schemes on how best to annoy the Heroes. Always getting them into trouble, always a little too clever for the Professor’s tastes — always questioned them a little too much. The one who took a punch for Hero, and threw a punch for them. The fastest, fiercest friend Hero had ever known. The quiet voice in the night when neither of them could sleep asking if Hero was still awake. The rebellious teenager who somehow managed to drag Hero into everything with them. The quickest study of them all, and it still wasn’t enough.

It was hard to distinguish Hero's friend from Villain these days, the waters were too muddled with Superhero's Sidekick's murder still fresh in their mind.

It tarred any fondness Hero harboured for Villain.

“I’m tired, Vil,” said Hero, their words clogging their throat and coming out thick. “I’m tired of this. I’m tired of being a Hero. I’m tired of drinking and smoking to keep my head clear and my hands steady. I’m tired of not being able to save everyone. I’m tired that I am the one that is called to your every public beck and call. I’m fucking tired of it all.”

“Maybe if you just picked up the phone, I wouldn’t have to resort to these extreme measures to see you,” Villain snapped.

Hero whirled on their heel, eyes ablaze, cigarette dangling from their lips, feet balanced precariously on the ledge. Villain’s body twitched as if they wanted to step forward, something like protectiveness winding their body on instinct, that Hero refused to notice.

“You know where I live,” said Hero through gritted teeth. “You know where to find me. Don’t you try and justify your actions by blaming me! Don’t you dare!”

“Hero—”

“He was seventeen!” Hero cried, throwing their arm wide just to do something. Fury and guilt were battling for dominance in Hero's bones and blood and left them with this frantic, frenzied energy. Hero's hand went to their cigarette, a shadow crossing their face and molding their features into a stoic expression, hard stare almost startling Villain as Hero took a long drag and then stepped back off the ledge.

Villain's hand shot out and Hero drew the cigarette from between their teeth, grinning wildly as they nodded, as if they understood everything all of a sudden. Hero heard screams below that died down quickly when they didn’t fall, but looked as if they were floating on air above the roof.

"You can control life and death, Vil,” said Hero, voice low and rough. They dropped the cigarette onto the invisible platform Villain constructed for their reckless Hero. Hero’s eyes narrowed when they met Villain’s, before they said: “and you let that kid die.”

Hero sucked in a breath through their nose, chest expanding, and that was all Villain saw before Hero disappeared before their eyes.

Hero popped out beside Villain, whistling as they drew back their good fist, sending a devastating right hook to Villain's jaw. Villain's head whipped to the side from impact, and when they righted themselves they turned on their heel, but Hero was gone again.

A whistle behind them and a kick to the back of their knee and Villain fell to one knee, catching themselves on their hand. The second their hand made contact with the ground, Hero's feet were in front of them and there was a swift boot coming for Villain's chest.

Villain didn't have time to react before they were staring at the sky, lying on their back and Hero popped out on top of them again. Their fists bunched into Villain's sweatshirt, pinning them to the ground while a knee straddled each side of Villain's waist, keeping them trapped beneath a particularly lethal Hero.

"I'm here now," Hero hissed, digging their knuckles in painfully to Villain's chest. "What the fuck was so important and pressing that you wanted me here, Vil, hmm? Did you want to kill another kid? Want to make me watch, again? Fucking break a few of my bones instead, hmm?! WHAT IS IT?!"

Villain, to their credit, didn't flinch at Hero's emotional outburst, they just stared up at Hero, trying not to startle them too much. Villain swallowed before they spoke, Hero could feel the motion in their hands and they waited.

"You were MIA, Hero," said Villain softly. Their voice was calm and soothing, as they reached a gentle hand up to wrap around Hero's wrist. The violet melted from Villain's eyes returning them to their normal light brown, trying to show Hero that they were no threat. "No one could contact you, I hadn't — well, other villains said that you weren't yourself. I was worried about you."

Hero's hands began shaking in their hold, their adrenaline slowly leaving them in shock. "You... you were worried about me so you threaten and disrupt a block of offices to get my attention?!"

Villain tried for a smile. "It worked didn't it?"

Hero tightened their grip on Villain and lifted their torso off the ground before slamming them back against the rooftop, leaning in closer and growling: "You were so worried you nearly killed another kid, is that it Villain?”

"I knew you would reach them in time."

“But you knew I wouldn't reach the other one, right?” Hero asked, the words that haunted them the last few weeks spilling from their lips. Villain relaxed in their hold and Hero let out a scoff, sniffing back the tears that wanted to fall as they narrowed their eyes down at Villain. Villain their best friend. "I— I fucking knew it. You knew I wouldn't—”

"Hero, that was different."

"HOW?!" Hero demanded, lifting Villain up again just to make sure that Villain would look them in the eye when they told them. Tears gathered behind Hero's shining eyes, glazing over just waiting for Villain to release the dam.

“He was going to kill you, Hero,” said Villain softly.

Hero shook their head, “no. No, you did it for a reason.”

“You are enough of a reason for me to kill, Hero.”

“I don’t want to be,” Hero said with a strangled whisper, not trusting their voice enough to speak.

“I know,” Villain cooed. Their hand tightened slightly over Hero’s wrist, not painful. Not yet. “But when there is a rabid dog, it is a mercy to put them down.”

“He was Seventeen,” Hero said again, their grip loosening slightly on Villain as they spoke as if the words were Hero's only defence to Villain's honeyed logic.

“And Superhero sent him after us,” Villain told Hero, like it was the most important thing in the world. “If the blood is on anyone's hand it's Superhero's! Superhero sent him after us, Hero, not just me. Me and you, they wanted that kid to kill us. To kill you.”

Hero tightened their grip in Villain's sweatshirt, twisting their fists further and pulling Villain closer. Hero's eyes were dark, hooded, desperate — they scared Villain.

"Maybe you should have let him," said Hero, voice devoid of all emotion. The words hit Villain like a truck and left a heavy lump in their throat. This was exactly what they were scared of. Hero being so beat up about not being able to save the very person who was ordered to kill them. To kill both of them. Villain did the right thing putting the mongrel down, even if Hero was upset now. They won't be in the future, Villain would make sure of it.

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

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thegreatcaptainusopp · 2 months

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Weary of the Surfaces

Summary: Sanji never quite understood piracy. He thinks he never will. Happy birthday Sanji!

Pirates, his mother whispers to him in the dark, go on adventures!

Sanji presses closer to her, face buried in her shoulder. “What kind of adventures?” He whispers back into her clothing.

“Sanji,” His mother says, and her tone makes him snap his head back up. He meets her gaze, her face broken into a large grin. “That is exactly the right question. Do you know what time it is?”

Sanji feels a smile spread across his own face. “Yes!” He cheers, wiggling excitedly. “It’s story time!”

“It’s story time!” And his mother lifts her sheets, gesturing at him to crawl under them. “To the story cave!”

Sanji leaps in, burrows himself to his mother’s side. If he presses his face deep enough, he can smell her under the scent of hospital rooms.

His mother cuddles back, throwing the sheets over them both. “Today’s story,” She whispers. “Is about pirates! And the greatest pirate who ever lived. Are you ready to hear about it?”

“Yes!” Sanji whisper-cheers into her side. He doesn’t know how she always hears him, but she does.

“Great!” She moves her mouth closer to his ear so he can hear every detail. “A long time ago, in a land far far away from here, there lived a young man. That young man was, hm, quite small, blond, with cute little curly eyebrows and a great talent for cooking…”

“Mo-om,” Sanji whines. “That’s me! You’re describing me again!”

He feels her shake in laughter. “Oops! You’re right! Okay, okay, fine. The young man had dark hair and dark eyes and a funny hat. And he wanted more than anything to go on adventures! And so, he set out to the sea, which was open in front of him, in order to find them.”

Sanji waits, practically vibrating with excitement. “Where did he go?” He asks, unable to take the suspense anymore. “What did he do?”

“Well,” His mother says. “He went everywhere, and did everything. There are a million stories that I could tell you, but we don’t have time for that. So you pick. Where do you think he went?”

Sanji’s face furrows in concentration. He feels her breathe in and out. “Okay,” He says. “How about…”

He’s interrupted by an abrupt movement below him. He shoots up, throwing the covers off him, scared at the sounds of deep coughing. “Mom! Are you okay?”

She coughs some more, hand over her mouth. She takes the other one and drops it on his head. It shakes.

“Yes, Sanji,” She rasps after a few minutes. “I’m fine, just some coughing is all. Maybe we’ll get back to storytime later, okay?”

Sanji nods hard. “Okay,” He says. “It’s okay Mom. After you get better we’ll tell more stories. And then we can go on adventures too, okay? You and me. Maybe Reiju too. We can be the pirates next.”

The hand on his head grips him harder. “Okay,” His mother coughs out weakly. “Okay, Sanji.”

Pirates, the ship’s cook tells him gravely, will kill you, if you give them a chance.

“Let them try!” Sanji says, slamming his knife onto the cucumber with more force than was strictly necessary. “They won’t be able to get past me in here!”

He’s rewarded for his show of strength with a smack to the head. “Idiot,” The man mutters. “Listen, okay? I’m serious! If we’re caught out here by pirates, they won’t hesitate to hurt even a little pipsqueak like you. You run or you hide, got it?”

Sanji sticks his tongue out at the man. “I won’t!” He says. “We have knives in here don’t we? We can fight back here!”

“Tch,” the man clicks his tongue in disgust. “You do that, you’re liable to become fillet yourself sonny boy. It’s a dangerous life out here at sea. A big reason for that is the pirates that roam here. They’ll attack anyone, no matter how small, to get what they want. They’re criminals of the highest order.”

Sanji aggressively chops the cucumber again. “Fine,” He grumbles. “They’re bad, whatever. They haven’t faced me before though.”

“How many times do I-HEY! Is that dill I see?” The man yells.

“Yeah, well, you wanted the salad to taste good, didn’t you?” Sanji says, reaching for the vinaigrette. “Just give me a few-”

The container is yanked out of his hands. “Follow the recipe,” The man hisses. “Or we’ll find us a new assistant!”

Sanji grits his teeth. He stays silent.

Pirates, Zeff says, wooden leg slamming to the floor as he takes a step, are inherently selfish

Sanji peers up at him through his bowl of soup. “Weren’t you a pirate?”

“‘Weren’t’ is the operative word there,” Zeff responds. “And yes. I don’t see how that’s relevant, though.”

“Yeah,” Sanji says. “But you aren’t-I mean. You calling yourself selfish, old man?”

Zeff throws his head back into laughter. “You bet,” He says. “I most definitely was selfish back in my pirating days. Still am, but I was more so back then.”

Sanji’s eyes narrow. “Is this a test or something?” He asks. “Didn’t your pirate self give me food when we, well, you know? How is that selfish?”

“Easy,” Zeff says, plopping down on the seat in front of Sanji. He groans, stretching his arms back. “I did that because I wanted to, and for no other reason. See? Selfish.”

Sanji’s suspicions grow. “That makes no sense,” He says. “Selfish means doing things for yourself without thinking about others. That’s why pirates raid and take stuff. They don’t care about hurting others. That’s not what you did though.”

Zeff leans onto the table, chuckling lowly. “Yep,” He says, popping the p. “That’s exactly what I did. I took action not thinking or caring about any long term consequences. I didn’t think about others, I just thought about what I wanted to do and I did it. Simple.”

“You’re definitely messing with me,” Sanji says, putting down his bowl in frustration. “You’re saying things that don’t make sense.”

“It makes sense if you think about it, which you aren’t,” Zeff tells him, crossing his arms. “You’re assumin’ here that selfishness is a bad thing that only hurts other people. It can be, but it doesn’t have to be. Selfishness is a wide field, you know. And what did I tell you about assuming?”

“I’m not saying it,” Sanji grumbles, spooning up some more soup.

“Your choice. Anyway, it’s all moot now. Selfishness isn’t want I do anymore,” Zeff tells him. “Do you get it now?”

No. Sanji thinks, but he just shrugs.

“You will, one day,” Zeff says, eyes far away. “You’ll know.”

Pirates, Luffy yells, arms aloft, are free

It’s a familiar scene, played out during the entirety of the time Sanji has been here. Now is no exception, and as they sail away from their adventure in the skies, Sanji feels particularly invested in the notion.

Duties done for now, he leans back on the Merry, railing. He lights a new cigarette and watches Luffy give his speech to an equally excited Usopp and Chopper, who hang onto his every word. “Pirates!” They all cheer as one, dancing together. “Are free!”

He can see Robin-Chan to the side, pinning the dancing trio with a puzzled glance.

Sanji lifts a cigarette to his mouth. “Not if they’re caught for piracy, they’re not,” He mutters into his next breath.

“What was that?”

Sanji nearly pitches over the ship in surprise. He hadn’t heard her approach. “Nami-San!” Flustered, he taps out his cigarette. “Did you need anything? Are you hungry?”

“No,” Nami-San says, stopping a few paces away from him. She leans onto the railing too. “I’m fine, Sanji. I just wanted to know…what did you mean by that?”

“By what?” Sanji asks. “I can explain whatever it is you like!”

Nami-San gives a defeated sigh. “You don’t have to-never mind. I meant by what Luffy was saying over there. You don’t think pirates are free?”

Sanji’s hands start to sweat. Should he unburden himself and show Nami-San his true vulnerable opinions, or should he not bother her with his thoughts? “Well,” He hedges, hand going up behind his head. “I didn’t mean much, really. Just…freedom as a pirate is great. But it’s a little limited if we’re always running and hiding from the Marines, right?”

It had been the right move. Nami-San graces him with a smile, and Sanji is so overjoyed he could explode. “I guess,” She says. “I don’t think Luffy sees it that way, though. I used to think the same, you know? But it took me a while with Luffy to realize what he means when he says that.”

Sanji doesn’t want to bother her. And yet…“What does he mean?” He asks, curiosity and the need to keep talking to Nami-San getting the better of him. “What kind of freedom is he talking about?”

“Hm,” Nami says, hand going up to her chin. “You know, I don’t think any of us will ever know for sure. But. I think he’s talking about freedom of movement, you know? Freedom to do what you like without the expectation of what you should be doing instead. And whatever that could mean for any of us.”

Sanji nods thoughtfully. “Yes,” He says. “I suppose that’s true. But, we still live in a world that pushes back against that kind of freedom, right? Just being a pirate in itself pushes back against absolute freedom as a result of who you are? Doesn’t it?”

Nami gives him another smile, and Sanji feels his heart go into overdrive. Before she can respond, they’re interrupted by a gruff voice. “Don’t overthink it, cook.”

Sanji immediately sees red. He whirls to his right, where a certain marimo swordsman had presumably been taking his nap. “What did you say, mosshead?”

“Calm down,” the mosshead says, unmoved. “You’re overthinking this. Freedom is freedom. Pirates are pirates. And that means whatever you think it means, because you’re a pirate. There aren’t any rules, because, again, you’re a pirate.”

“Tch,” Sanji growls, leaning back to his original spot on the railing. The words echo in his head, you’re a pirate. “Go back to sleep.”

Nami-San shakes her head, but she’s still smiling. “How can you be so smart sometimes and so stupid other times, Zoro?” She asks.

They’re met with the sound of snoring, but that’s not what Sanji is hearing. Something else entirely is echoing in his head, like multiple voices shouting at him all at once.

“Pirates,” Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper, scream in unison, one more time. “Are free!”

Pirates, Sanji thinks, are free.

“You…” The Marine’s knees shake before him. He’s seconds away from dropping to his knees, the fear apparent in his eyes. “What are you?”

The flames fan around Sanji’s hair. He can feel them pulse through his leg, whip through his clothes, but the heat doesn’t bother him.

He doesn’t have time to waste for this. His crew needs him, and he’ll fight through whatever it takes to get back to them.

This should be easy, though. No skin off the back of the crew of the future pirate king.

“Heh,” Sanji says. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping it to ashes below. “I’m a pirate.”

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