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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @ITADORI YUUJI . . .

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NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f! reader, college!au, frat party / exhibitonism, aged up!characters, jock / quarterback!itadori, he is the sweetest best boy, alcohol mention, gojo cameo, cream pies, pussy drunk yuuji, unprotected sex, pussy eating, minor marking.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 5.5k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : hello ! ! it’s been a week or two since the last update for this series but i was feeling v unmotivated — but ‘ts back n i hope u enjoy this <3

“pssst—so you’re coming, right?”

the sudden interruption to your note taking makes you jump slightly, raising your head to lock eyes with itadori who is so obviously turned round in his seat to lean across your desk, and you can tell by the stupidly cute pout on his lips that he thinks he’s being quiet.

“coming where?” you hum, you know he’s talking about the frat party on friday — it’s all anybody had been talking about all week. your college football team have a game on friday that you know they’ll win and then the whole school will celebrate at the frat, it was tradition at this point.

but you still feign ignorance because you haven’t had enough time to come up with an excuse to not go yet.

“to the party! you’ll come right, please? it’s not fun if you’re not there, you said you’d cheer for me at the game too.” yuuji replies, enthusiastically and the whispers that he seems to think are leaving his lips are only growing louder with each word.

“i don’t know.. i might be busy.” you grumble, trying so hard to avoid his bright gaze while you scribble down whatever comes to mind — a whole load of stuff that doesn’t make sense while you think of a real excuse because you know that won’t cut it.

“hey, come onnn. you’re lying.” yuuji whines, playfully shuffling at your paper so you’ll look up at him and you regret it immediately when you notice the way his lips are jutted out, in addition to the wide eyes he’s sending you so shamelessly — is he really using puppy dog eyes to get you to go to a frat party?

“please! you can come with me and fushiguro, we can go together—“

“itadori! are you even listening?” your teacher finally hisses, narrowing their eyes at the back of the class which unfortunately includes you also.

“sorry, sensei~” yuuji calls back, but he turns round to pout at you again before he faces forward. “you gotta come okay.”

but unfortunately, like most of the school, you had a soft spot for the quarterback— he was different from the usual douchebags you would expect, the ones in the movies who break hearts and have you swearing to never love again.

itadori yuuji wasn’t like that. he was athletic, your typical jock with rippling muscles and a varsity jacket, bubbly, goofy and in shape. he didn’t do great in studies but he tried and with what he lacked in general knowledge he made up for with spirit.

he knew every one of his classmates by name and stood up for them against bullies (even the ones on his team), he was charming in a sense — like when he’d get flustered after confidently answering a question wrong or when he’d make playful jokes with your teacher back and forth, there was a natural charm to him that made you want to know him.

and you did, you don’t know how it happened — his seat was right infront of yours in class, he’d made a habit of collecting papers for two whenever it came to handouts and if he was ever having trouble with a question, he’d much sooner turn round to ask you than stay behind. you wouldn’t call you guys best friends by any means but what you had felt nice, you walked with him to practice on wednesdays because you went that way home and he invited you to games — always shooting you a bright sort of grin through his helmet whenever he noticed you in the stands.

which makes it even harder to avoid him even after class, because it is unfortunately a wednesday and you’re standing at your desk, packing your things away while said quarterback rambles to you about all the reasons you should come to the party on saturday. his pleas don’t even falter when he’s expectantly grabbing your bag from you and slinging it over the shoulder opposite his own as you both leave, making your way down the hallway that’s now mostly clear from students despite a few stragglers.

“i was being serious, you can come with me and fushiguro! he hates parties but even he’s coming.” yuuji smiles in earnest, you’re honestly surprised that he’s even convinced fushiguro to go — him hating parties was definitely true but you’re pretty sure hes had to deal with the exact same loveable jock that you are right now, so you also can’t really blame him for giving in — most likely just so he’d stop going on about it.

“i don’t want people to think i’m following you both around.” you argue, but there’s no real annoyance to your tone when you nudge into his side — trying and failing to playfully knock his well trained body even a little off balance.

“they won’t think that cause we’re friends, right? it’ll be fun. even gojo and geto will be there and you know them too. i want you to come.” the blushy haired jock next to you grumbles and there’s a real honesty in his tone despite it being spoken through a smile.

although you find yourself mentally cursing the warmth that blooms along your skin when you finally turn to look at him, painted in a warm hue by the swirls of amber in the sky and you feel yourself soften when you realise that yuuji’s eyes were already on you.

but any tension pooling in your mind is quickly broken with a hopeful grin followed by a see you tomorrow and a pat on your shoulder, watching yuuji hand you your bag before he runs to practice and you can’t help the exasperated sigh that falls from your lips when the silence finally settles after he’s gone.

you’re aware your soft spot for the quarterback was probably just as much of a curse as it was a blessing, because now, that same bright grin is staring back at you while you stand in the kitchen during the very frat party that you were trying to avoid — just because itadori had insisted through the remaining days before that he wouldn’t have any fun if you didn’t come.

the atmosphere at the party is as you expected, there’s students littered around the fraternity — an ocean of red cups and gossip, places like this were breeding grounds for rumours and drama.

but you’re with itadori and megumi so you don’t really care, leaning against the kitchen counter and too preoccupied with yuuji’s enthuastic rant about the game while the bass thumps through the walls. but his eyes are on you and his gaze is just as warm as the humid air around you.

although just before he can ask you if you were cheering for him like he was hoping you were, he’s interrupted by a familiar drawl.

“oh? you really came.” you hear a smooth tone echo from behind you, the ragged sound pulling you from your hazed mind before it’s followed by an arm being hooked over your shoulder and you’re being pulled against a hard chest.

“so itadori really convinced you, huh.” satoru hums from where he’s got both you and megumi in some form of makeshift hug, although it feels more like a chokehold given his stature and the way you’re both swaying to look up at him.

“quit it, satoru.” geto sounds from behind him, sighing before hes shifting to stand next to him to send you all a kind-hearted sort of grin - one thats vaguely different from the menacing one on his white-haired counterparts lips, who chooses to ignore his interruption.

“you guys are just in time, we need you for the game. you’re in, right?” satoru goads, but you notice that the smirk on his lips is a lot more devilish than the ones you’ve seen before. even when you make a curious sound, you can see the way his crystalline eyes reflect amusement when he looks at you. he was always one for joking around, more times than not he had you laughing — mostly at him, but his words felt different this time.

you’re not surprised when you watch itadori send him a starry-eyed glance, but there’s a certain thickness in the air that you’re pretty sure goes completely over the loveable jock’s head when the next thing you know, the three of you find yourself squished together on an old worn couch in the living room.

satoru’s situated himself in the middle of the room, like a sort of game-master you guess you’d call him — expected considering he was one of the oldest in the frat, listening to him list out the rules to a game that you’re more than familiar with, and now you understand the sort of amusement that was present in his smirk earlier.

you should’ve known you’d made a mistake as soon as your eyes met his and the soft light was glinting off the playfulness in his gaze, ending up with you being roped into going first — which surprisingly seemed to pull an almost uncomfortable shuffle from itadori at your side as his thigh bumps yours.

“hey, you okay?” yuuji smiles, his voice low and barely audible but he knows that you hear him — his attention taken with you so casually when your face twists to meet him at the sound, but his question is appreciated and heartfelt.

you nod when you look at him and he blinks quickly at the sudden close proximity before you’re turning to face the room again with a sigh.

but itadori’s gaze is still on you while satoru’s giving you a hooded look thats entirely too perceptive for your liking, a smirk curling at his lips as his brows arch from over his glasses and he’s spinning the empty beer bottle that’s lying in the middle of the floor with a quick twist of his wrist.

you were fine atleast, until that same bottle lands on a man who has bile turning in your stomach when he shoots you a smirk that’s thick with desire, dark and expectant. you didn’t know him, but you knew of him and he was the kind of person who you’d rather smack than be locked in a closet with, especially alone.

he was a playboy and a loser, you’d only ever seen him trailing behind satoru and itadori — kissing their ass and sucking up to the rest of the team, or drooling all over women who definitely did not want him. he was a sleaze and a douchebag, and before he even has the chance to move you’re already curling back against the couch.

“not happening.” you hiss, fingers squeezing against your thighs when you narrow your eyes at satoru, and you watch him raise a brow at you before he’s rising to his feet.

“you agreed to the game, princess.” the white-haired male shrugs, although you can even see the sorry distaste on his features when he notices the hungry grin on the other bastards. but just as your mouth opens to protest a second time, you feel a strong arm wrap around your middle before you’re pulled to your feet.

“i’ll do it, gojo-senpai.” yuuji grunts from beside you, curling his arm around you to press you protectively against his chest and there’s a burning hot rush of blood under your skin where his thick fingers grip at the dip of your waist. “there isn’t a rule against it, right?”

the frown on his face seems almost unnatural when you tilt your head back further to look at him, unfamiliar given the smile you were normally used to, but when you feel his hands squeeze at your restless figure you still can’t help but feel safe. you watch the gears turning in satoru’s mind at yuuji’s outburst though, shooting a glance at suguru from over his shoulder before his dark haired friend shrugs and he’s sighing with a click of his tongue, failing to hide the soft smirk of amusement that’s twitching at the corners of his lips.

“i’ll allow it, yuuji-kun. just you kids behave, yeah?” he drawls and you hadn’t realised your heart was racing until those words leave gojo’s lips and you’re squeezing yourself closer into your.. saviour of sorts, before you’re both ushered down the hall and thrown into a darkened-closet by the same white-haired upperclassman.

but you don’t fail to notice that itadori’s arm never left your figure, even as you strolled down the halls or when you both crowded into the equally small closet — it feeling even smaller giving his broad physique, even now his fingers on your waist were still present and grounding— a feeling you could quickly find yourself yearning for.

“i’m sorry you got roped into this.” you speak first into the shadowy darkness of the small space, the soft light glinting prettily off of yuuji’s eyes when he meets your gaze, and you know you probably look as awkward as you feel when your fingers trace along the lettering on his varsity jacket. but he still grins before he squeezes your waist — like a sort of reassuring touch, like he knows you need it.

“hey! i volunteered you know, and well i was kinda hoping it would be me anyway.. but that guy really sucks.” yuuji’s grinning, a little flushed in the face but you put it down to the stuffiness of the closet rather than anything else when you blink up at him. but you watch him scratch at the back of his neck with another grin when his words finally sink in and you're casting him a wide-eyed glance.

“what did you say?” you reply quickly, something unfamiliar curling down your spine as your hands twist nervously in the fabric of his shirt — fingertips grazing the sharply carved planes of muscle underneath and part of you wants to explore more at the first, almost intimate touch.

“huh? that guy sucks. he’s really mean to girls and it’s always made me mad, even gojo-senpai doesn’t like hi—“ yuuji taps at his chin, his eyes never leaving yours before you cut him off again.

“no before that.” you gape, feeling your fingertips against his chest again when he hums and thinks back to a few moments ago before he’s smiling again.

“oh! i was kinda hoping it would be me anyway.” he grins in earnest, his tone never once faltering and there’s a sincerity to the way he pats down the curve of your spine. “why?” you swallow, and the atmosphere in the closet suddenly feels stuffy with the question.

“because i like you.” itadori answers, voice unwavering, again, and you don’t know if the tingling in your skin is embarrassment or desire when you flutter your eyes back up to meet his and notice the sudden heaviness that stares back.

he doesn’t look nervous at first glance but his hand almost trembles along your back when you press closer against his front, feeling the way his heart is pounding against your palm as his broad chest expands with every exhale he takes, and if you looked closely you’d be able to make out the slight dusting of pink on his ears underneath the soft curl of his hair.

“yuuji, um—“ you start, laughing quietly in disbelief and you watch itadori’s eyes glance down at your lips before he’s swallowing dryly and hugging you closer, “i mean like really like, that’s why i like seeing you cheer for me at games and that’s why i asked you to wear my jacket, even though you said no..”

the last few words of his sentence are said through a pout but when you find yourself patting at his chest at his confession, you watch an earnest, bright grin curl at his lips before he’s sending you a vulnerable sort of look that’s is so handsomely unfair.

“i—just didn’t think of it like that.” you breath, a whispery sort of tone to your voice and you watch itadori’s eyes jump over your features before you hear him gulp and take a nervous breath. but a hardened look of determination comes over him as his cheeks flush deeper, and his fingers twitch against your skin when your hand comes up to rest against his cheek — encouraging him to lean closer.

“would you take it now?” he asks, words almost an exhale across your lips and you don’t realise just how close you’ve become, until you feel itadori’s heart kicking against his impressive chest under your palm. “yes.” you answer quickly, and the closet suddenly feels stuffier when his wide eyes jump from yours to your lips before he’s grazing them with his own.

he’s a little distracted once he sees just how pretty you are up close, so you decide to take matters into your own hands when you twist your hands into the fabric of his shirt — pulling him in for a kiss that feels natural despite how he stiffens at first.

but when itadori feels the way your lips press against his, it’s like something dangerous snaps in his self control and suddenly your body is thumping against the wood of the wall, his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he licks messily into your mouth, drinking you up and groaning at the first, wet glide of your tongue along his.

you curl your arms around his neck as you croak his name, noticing the way his eyes are screwed shut as he pins you to the hard wood behind you, feeling you wiggle against him and he groans before his warmth leaves you.

itadori is breathing hard when he pulls away suddenly, pupils blown wide as they scan over your features with parted lips and desperate pants. “fuck, i’m sorry, is—is this okay?” he gasps and you’ve never answered faster than when you rasp out a yes, kissing him fiercely as he grinds against you — large palms roaming along the new dips of your figure he’s yet to explore until you’re mewling against his panting mouth and hitching your leg around his waist.

“can i touch you? p-please..” it’s messy, rushed the question as you feel him smear spit along your chin as his mouth moves, but he doesn’t pull away — if he had a choice, he never would given how breathless and eager he feels.

“please, yuuji! i want you.” itadori feels blood rush to his thick cock at the breathless plea, his dark jeans suddenly feeling tighter as his arms leave you — in favour of almost tearing off his varsity jacket to throw it on the floor, and you feel your world shift suddenly when your back is pressing against the thick fabric after as you both hit the ground.

“needed you s-so bad, for you so long.” he purrs, voice cracking under the heavy weight of his desire and arousal as his big body pushes its way between your thighs, and you feel dizzy when you melt under the weight of him, letting him rut desperately into you like an animal.

he’s absolutely enamoured by you, panting as he smears kisses along your jawline — sucking at your neck as his hips rub and grind into yours, groaning when he feels you grab at his broad shoulders with each press of his lips.

you feel one of itadori’s rough, strong palms stroke down your thighs — pushing your skirt around your waist as he continues to press kisses along your skin, igniting your nerves along the way as you twist, looking down to meet his wild eyes as he crawls down your body — pushing your shirt up to suckle pink, blooming marks against the skin.

“you’re s-so pretty, ‘s this okay? want you, fuck.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone, a low lull and you feel the sound vibrate against your skin before he’s pulling away with a wet pop — trembling hands moving to quickly pull down your panties only when he hears you gasp out another yes, followed by a tentative swipe of his fingers along your already embarrassingly slick pussy.

itadori smears kisses down your hips, spit coating your thighs before he’s lifting your weak legs over his shoulders — panting like a dog when he gets his first glimpse of your pretty pussy and he lets out a wrecked groan, low and long before he’s immediately shoving his face between your thighs, taking a long taste of your cunt.

your back arches at the sudden stimulation when you feel his tongue flatten against your clit, but it only takes a few seconds before his muscled forearms are keeping you pinned beneath his huge body, your hips twitching as you cry out for him — grabbing at the blush strands of his hair before your thighs and lungs tremble on your next inhale.

everything about how he eats you out is messy and itadori feels lost in his own pleasure as he loses himself in your addictive cunt, the taste feels like fucking heaven on his tongue and he moans; ragged and hungry when his hips instinctively rut into the carpet below him, the sudden stimulation on his heavy, leaking cock causing a pleasured vibration to rumble through your clit.

every swipe of his tongue feels like it sends bliss racing through you, arousal pooling dangerously in your stomach as your eyes prick with pleasured tears — his pace never eases and you feel like you can barely breathe as he showers you in strong licks, panting warm along your glistening folds when he pulls away to admire the way your slick shines when it’s mixed with his spit.

it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm, the sight of itadori’s huge frame humping the floor between your thighs as he loses himself in your taste only making it approach faster. you feel his nose knock against your clit as he smacks lewdly, feeling your warm walls flex around his thick tongue when he dips it past your fluttering hole. he’s panting and fucked out, and you’re pretty sure the lower half of his face and cheeks are soaked as you feel your arousal pool onto his jacket below you.

he feels so fucking good, and you feel lost in a dizzy dream when you meet his heavy gaze once more, watching the muscles of his back move through the tight fabric of his white shirt — you would never have thought that your college’s loveable quarterback ate pussy like it was his first meal in days, but you think the realisation might just make you like him even more when you feel his lips close around your clit to suckle lightly.

you feel something dangerous spark along your nerves when his huge palms rock you against his mouth, reducing you to pretty pants and babbles of his name before he’s pulling away with a long whine that makes it sound like it physically hurt him to pull away from you.

“p-please—don’t cum yet, can you make you feel even better—fuck, i gotta feel your pussy ‘round me, baby.” itadori moans, voice tight with need as he rips his belts and pants open — messily tossing them down his thighs until he’s groaning at the sudden freedom from the loss of the restrictive fabric.

even in the darkness of the old closet you can see the thick curve of him in his boxers, he’s huge and you can almost see the way it twitches with carnal need — not that your surprised with how impressive he is. but it only makes your mouth water when you watch him pull down the final layers of fabric between you, the throbbing, silky curve of his cock grazing along your thighs as he looms over you with a growl, letting his cock drag through the messy, glistening folds of your cunt.

“do you think you can take it, baby? i know you’re gonna take it s-so well. oh so fuckin’ good.” itadori chokes, wide eyes meeting yours and your lips part to sound out a sweet uh-huh when his swollen head catches under the hood of your clit, your legs squeezing around him impatiently before he’s breathing hard through clenched teeth and reaching down to grip around the base.

your mouth drops open to moan when you feel him rub against your clit, hips twitching up wildly and needy as you chase the stimulation and he feels so fucking dizzy at the way you moan for him — shameless and uncut and he’s all but forgotten you’re both about to fuck on his varsity jacket, that’s spread out on the floor of some gross frat closet.

the next swipe of his cock through your folds presses it against your twitching hole and itadori tries so hard to keep his eyes on you through the pleasure when he finally sinks in. but you’re so fucking warm and tight, and the way your fisting at his shirt makes an almost animalistic growl vibrate through his chest as you twitch at the thick spread and he’s pulling you in for a sweet kiss — a contrast to the way he’s bullying his cock into your tight cunt.

“too big, yuuji—ah!” you moan brokenly against his lips and itadori can’t help the pride that swells in his chest as his eyes flutter, his grip dragging you across the floor as he pushes himself deeper into the desperate hug of your walls, shushing you as his teeth drag along your bottom lip.

“but you take me so well, baby—fuck, feel so good. you’re doing s-soo good.” he growls and groans like a man possessed with a slow, wet withdrawal of his cock, rolling it back into you a little each time as your pussy squelches lewdly and his hips press tight against your hips with another mewl.

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like itadori reaches, the pleasurable sting making the room below you spin before you’re caught off guard with the first harsh smack of his hips between your thighs — the sudden quick pace fitting for someone with such an athletic prowess as you dig your nails into his broad back just to keep yourself grounded.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as you a moan of his name kicks from your throat, your desperate attempts at keeping quiet being fucked out of your mind with the way your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, your orgasm already so close as you hear him babble, wet against your cheek.

“never wanna stop..hnnn, you feel so good. need—shit, need more, wanna feel you, baby.” itadori growls against your skin, and you can hear all his need and want for you in the way he moans your name with each exhale — grabbing at your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as he splits you open beneath him.

his eyes are hooded when he looks at you, pink hair smeared along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses deep into your body — blunt head of his thick cock pressing against the swollen spots inside of you and all you can do is take it. your voice bounces of the walls of the small, darkened closet as you pant and lilt your head back — clawing red marks down the ivory skin on itadori’s back.

it’s almost inhumane the way his quick, intense pace grows heavier — your body jolting beneath him as he digs his cock up inside of your pussy, the bruising grip he has on your hips being the only thing keeping you underneath him or else you would’ve bounced rignt off with each heavy, wet connection of his hips — driven by the brute strength in his muscled body.

your orgasm hits you suddenly, so hard and good that it almost hurts and your toes curl as your fingers move to grab at itadori’s hair, trembling and clawing at his biceps with the other as you cream around his cock. but he doesn’t stop, not when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt.

“please, baby—lemme give y-you my cum, will look so good. let me, baby.. fuck, gotta hear you say it.” he slurs and you hiccup before you’re moaning out another needy yes, tightening your thighs around his waist in the hopes it’ll keep him trapped inside.

but itadori’s pace stutters at the first too tight, milking compression of your walls, gritting his teeth with a surprised grunt when his jaw clenches and his eyes watch more cream pool around the base of his thick cock, your walls throbbing with every unforgiving push of his hips.

then he looks at you as he cums thick and heavy inside of you with a long, agonised groan, you’re underneath him and fuck—you’re so pretty. his classmate who sits behind him in class and who he walks to practice with on wednesdays — who cheers for him at games and looks so fucking ethereal when they’re cumming around his cock, he’d fucking dreamed of a moment like this.

it’s addictive, you’re addictive, itadori thinks when he pushes his thick load into your tight cunt, babbling out curses and praises as they curl down your skin while he pins you completely. his primitive instincts take over as he continues to fuck into your messy, sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and a mixture of your cum is smeared along your thighs, only following it with a few shallow thrusts to accommodate the thick rush of cum he unloads inside of your puffy walls.

“baby, you with me? does it hurt?” you finally hear him mumble against your cheek, pressing his lips to the skin after as he kisses you back to him, back to where he’s got you pinned to the closet floor while his fingers massage at the probably soon to be bruises on your hips.

you blink slow, hazy before you’re looking up at where itadori is still looming over you, he’s flushing deep as he catches his breath but he’s still quick to scoop you up into his chest — making sure he’s not hurt you as he looks at you with a pouty, sleepy expression.

“yuuji.” you whisper, throat dry and raspy but you watch him smile as he holds you delicately, a hard contrast to his rough grip a few moments ago as he gives you puppy dog eyes.

“you’re alive, baby! you scared me, did i hurt you? you’re okay?” he asks again and there’s a tenderness to his words when they’re not spoken through his usual bright grin. but you look at him again before you’re smiling and snuggling into his strong shoulder.

“i’m okay, it was so good.” you sigh, shaking slightly when itadori pulls you to stand with him — supporting the trembling of your thighs with a strong arm around your waist before he’s grimacing as he picks up his jacket, sending you another cute pout before you’re both laughing at the cum and other fluids that’s soaked into the fabric.

“awww, does that mean you won’t wear it, baby?” yuuji whines, and you smile again before you let him curl you against his chest — pulling you in for a kiss that’s slow, but still a little messy as he presses you close and you let yourself pull him even closer for a moment, not ready for it to be over yet as you wind your arms around his neck.

he squeezes you to pull away, only to help you clumsily smooth down your clothes, making you both look semi-presentable. “does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he grins and you scratch your fingers through his still slightly damp hair as his hands smooth along your sides and he tilts his head at you.

“first you gotta clean your jacket so i can finally wear it.” you reply quickly and the sound seems to make itadori’s smile stretch even wider, but just as he leans in again, your lips parting when his brush against them —the door of the closet is abruptly torn open.

“there you are, yuuji-kun! how was the confession?” satoru drawls but his hazy eyes reflect an unfiltered, knowing sort of amusement when they look over your disheveled appearances. but it’s just as charming as it always is when you watch itadori flock to the older student, big warm hands resting on your hips to keep you wrapped up in him.

you listen to them ramble, trying to ignore the teasing gaze of both gojo and geto as they drawl and hum their words — wigging their brows at you when itadori tells them ( while missing a few details ) about how he needs to wash his jacket before you wear it. but your attention is quickly stolen from a certain dark haired, disgusted looking fushiguro from where he appears next to itadori.

“you’re both gross.”

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these fics/concepts are all smut, unless otherwise stated. MINORS DNI with the smut fics, or with this masterlist!!

fics/blurbs.

*•.¸♡ ✧ eddie munson x fem!reader:

fic series: when i think about you, i touch myself | part one - part two | call me

blurb: two can play

blurb: just keep driving

blurb: stress relief

blurb: you wreck me, baby.

headcanons: eddie touching himself.

blurb: looks that kill. (rockstar steddie x groupie reader)

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fic: holy diver

blurb: eddie tops steve (smut prompt request)

blurb: eddie punishes steve for teasing (smut prompt request)

blurb: eddie goes down on steve

blurb: eddie rails steve in the rv

concepts.

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reader with nipple piercings & a flustered eddie

eddie going down on you with a tongue piercing

eddie with a vibrating tongue piercing

sitting on eddie's face while you smoke weed

having sex with eddie to love bites by def leppard

having sex with eddie to dazed and confused by led zeppelin

eddie fingers you at dinner and meets you in the bathroom

you touch yourself and eddie guides you though it

wearing lingerie for eddie | his reaction to new lingerie

eddie notices your nipple piercings & smut ensues

you & eddie have fun on-stage after one of his shows

eddie with virgin!reader

riding eddie on his dungeon master throne

reader goes down on eddie with a tongue piercing

eddie munson is a boob dude

eddie is the type of man who loves eating pussy

eddie & best friend!reader discover something

reader can only get off without toys while high

you & eddie have fun on a dock at lover's lake

eddie gets a tongue piercing just to go down on you

eddie with a breeding kink

smoking with eddie

eddie going nuts over your nipple piercings

reader has nipple piercings & a clit piercing that eddie adores

taking a bath with eddie

eddie loves it when you wear docs

eddie enjoys the fact that you have matching jewelry

eddie ties his hair back before going down on you

eddie says "i love you" for the first time during sex

mechanic!eddie comes to your rescue

eddie rocks a cropped white tank top & nipple piercings to school

reader touches herself & cums while sucking eddie off

you help eddie pass his final

eddie's polaroid collection

eddie fucks you while you wear his dio vest

virgin!eddie cums in his pants as he eats you out

eddie wants to see how you get yourself off

you make eddie play guitar while you ride him

eddie wants you to take all of his cum | a similar concept | how big is eddie?

eddie leaves marks all over you

eddie loves face sitting

eddie gets possessive when you wear his deodorant

eddie puts your panties on his mic stand

eddie fucks your throat

how the different eddies would be with a signature move

you confess to eddie that you've never cum before

riding subby!eddie

eddie dealing with an impatient lover

eddie and catholic!reader have fun at a party.

catholic!reader is jealous of someone flirting with eddie.

perv!reader with eddie.

perv!eddie discovers your adult films for the first time.

eddie makes catholic!reader recite his own ten commandments.

eddie & catholic!reader try anal.

best friend!eddie comes for a visit.

you catch eddie jerking off backstage.

non-smut concepts.

eddie is overprotective of you

you & your best friend eddie share your first kiss together

dustin walks in on you & eddie doing self-care

eddie gives you his favorite ring

you recognize eddie from corroded coffin

eddie as a father | taking his daughter to see the lotr films

dancing with eddie in his room

the jocks break eddie's window

eddie gives you a piggyback ride

you & eddie have a moment in the cafeteria

eddie wants to win you back after you get with steve (nsfw mentions)

you & eddie flirt during d&d which annoys the others

steve accidentally tells eddie that he loves him (steddie/steveddie)

steve kisses eddie to shut him up (steddie/steveddie)

*•.¸♡ steve harrington x eddie munson (steddie/steveddie):

steve says something weird during sex

eddie sees steve in the scoops ahoy uniform

steve accidentally tells eddie that he loves him

steve kisses eddie to shut him up

*•.¸♡ steve harrington x eddie munson x reader:

eddie won't shut up while steve works on you

you & eddie give steve a show after a game of strip poker

steve & eddie surprise you with a vibrator.

eddie & steve jerk each other off as they eat you out.

eddie tells you & steve what to do as he watches you.

#it isn't the most aesthetically pleasing BUT IT WILL DO #i'll also update it as i post more stuff!#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #steveddie #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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joonberriess · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 jock!jungkook—a much needed thread.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Jeon Jungkook, third year

Football player and part time fuck-boy (< Jimin said that). He's apart of many different clubs cause he likes the extra activities and the bonus points he gets as credits. A lot of people know him, he's got a snapchat score of more than one-hundred thousand (red flag!1!).

Jungkook's a cool guy, he's messed with a lot of girls but he doesn't take them seriously. Probably only had like one serious girlfriend out of all of them but he ended that real quick cause she wasn't it. Always at the frat parties cause his fraternity throws them lmao. Beer ping-pong enthusiast here!

Drives a black Mercedes Benz, likes to light it up and make thirst traps for his Instagram. His insta is literally only one pic, posts a bit more on stories when he feels like it (rarely). Gym rat with Namjoon. He don't do much outside of school if he's free, often stays at home playing different video games.

Nice "fuckboy".

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ y/n l/n, second year

In the nursing program but mainly majors in accounting/business. Talks to a lot of people but isn't friends with many. Really nice, too sweet for your own good. Lots of people like you, but they also take advantage of you cause you're a little too slow.

Airhead here! Really clueless half the time and is really slow. The nicest way possible you're a dumb bimbo. Likes to wear low cut tops a lot and cute miniskirts with tennis shoes but forgets to wear safety shorts a lot. Carries a big heart underneath those big tits—

Half the male population wants a piece. You have a lot of followers but you don't follow them cause you're busy following cat accounts. Major Animal Crossing and Sailor Moon fan right here. Posts a lot of thirst traps unknowingly. Owns a bunny. Said bunny sleeps on tits.

Hates clothes when at home <<<

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Are you two dating?? Yes-No.

You act like it. Nothing is official and people are like what the fuck? Especially Jimin. No one is more confused than Jimin. Like what the fuck you mean you're not dating? But you're hitting it?!

It's complicated, you both beat around the bush around that topic but are extremely loyal. Like Jungkook still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? You're too dense to notice any other guy flirting so sex is off the table for you.

Carries your bag around cause you complain it's heavy. Has bought a Nintendo switch just to play Animal Crossing with you. His mom loves you and your mom loves him. Lap is your permanent chair, face is your gaming chair—

Hand? On tits. Always.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ But you fuck? Yes. Just yes.

Only happened cause he helped you out and you kissed his cheek in return which somehow turned into you giving his dick a kiss and then yeah. Titty galore. This man loves your tits, always leaves a mark and never misses a chance to squeeze. Ass is amazing too but titties..

"Maybe you shouldn't wear any panties when we hang out." "Hm. Okay. I don't like clothes anyways. ^^"

Creampies to the max. Jungkook likes watching your dewy folds stick to his cock whenever he slides out and then pushes back in. He'll fill your pussy and then watch as your pussy gapes around nothing and strings of creamy cum slips from your cunt. Challenges himself to make you cum more then three times in one go.

Got the chubbiest and softest pussy ever. You're a creamer. It's Jungkook's most favorite thing in the world. He'll fuck you slowly just to hear the soft noises your cunt makes. He'll have you on all fours with your chest flat on the bed and ass high in the air. Your hands will come back to grip your ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off your pretty holes.

Jungkook's a huge fan of taking photos of you naked and filled with cum. He'll even video tape you two fucking either from a first person pov or just set the phone up on the nightstand.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Ummmmm but the relationship status?? Very much giving "mine and I'm not sharing".

hiiiii this is a small series i’m considering writing! might turn it into a fic hehe with lots and lots of dirty smut. though, i’m willing to write your ideas based on this thread!

#bts smut #bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook

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biboywoofz · 22 days

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SOUNDGASM AUDIOS (fauxcest edition)

none of them belong to me, all credit to the VAs and scriptwriters.

this are just my personal favorites, I thought I'd share them with you <3 (mostly m4m and f4m, mostly dom speaker and sub listener)

• DAD

[M4M] Daddy catches son jerking off [gentle] [anal] [cream pie] [kissing] lots of mentions of [son] and [dad] [sweet] [intimate] [reassuring]

A Jock and His Dad and A Jockstrop [M4M][rape-ish][incest][daddy][son][whining][whimpering]

[M4M] [M4F] [M4TM] Daddy's good boy gets DPed [gentle] [daddy] [incest] [trans man] [trans man] [fisting] [dp] [double penetration] [piss] [watersports] [whispers] [playful]

[M4M] Dad teaching son to bottom [sweet] [incest] [instructional] [kissing] [anal] [cream pie] [loving] (this one's a series but this one is my favorite obviously)

[M4M][M4TM][GQ][NB] Daddy's Pretty Boy

• MOM

Mom's Bed (this one's F/M | F/NB)

[F4M] Mommy Has Special Time With Baby Boy

[F4M] Watching Gay Porn with Mommy [Incest] [Age] [Caught you watching gay porn] [Don't be ashamed] [Anal fingering] [Holding you while you stroke] [Comforting] [Moan for Daddy in Mommy's ear] [Let's watch another one] (this one's also a series, the first and last one are the best in my opinion)

[F4M] On Top of the Mountain with Mommy and Big Sis (it says mommy and sis but it's mostly mommy)

[F4F] Mommy Domme Inspects Your Pussy [“Have you been a good girl?”] [Daily pussy inspection] [Soft-spoken] [Seductive and flirty voice] [Fingering you slowly and quickly] [Making You Squirt] [Tasting Your Clit] [Sucking Your Tits]

• SISTER

[F4F] Daddy will be pleased [Sisters] [Incest] [No Age] [Keeping it in the Family] [Daddy's little Harem] [Occult] [Fantasy] [Familial Exhibitionism] [Slight Fdom]

[F4M] Waking Big Sis Up To Breastfeed While Mommy Is Away [Big Sis][Incest][No Sex][Breastfeeding][Nursing Handjob][Gentle Fdom][Reluctant at first] but [“That Actually Feels Good…”][Fingers Through Hair][SPE][Tomboy][Good Boy][Script Fill]

[F4F] Big Sis Teaches You How to Feel Good [Fdom][Rape][Incest][Gaslighting][Comfort] [Fingering][Kissing][L-bomb][Praise / Encouragement][Size Difference][Virgin][Wet Sounds][Whispering] (this VA has such a big sis voice is crazy)

• BROTHER

[M4M] Your Little Brother's dirty secret! [Msub][Incest][I'm not gay, but...][Script Fill][Caught Watching Gay Porn][Kissing][Blowjob][Brothers to Lovers][Good Boy][Creampie][Filthy and sloppy][Dirty talk][Flirty][Boypussy][Femboy]

(I don't have many for the brother category pls forgive me for I have sinned)

let's hope they don't take me down for this

#fauxcest #dadcest #momcest #1cky mommy #sibcest #brother x sister #brother x brother #sister x sister #woofhorny hours #r4p3 fantasy

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luvfae · 2 years

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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR HENDERSON STORY!

Can I request 1 and 24 from Comedy; and 12, 17, and 22 from Romance?

And can you have one of the jock flirt and get real handsy with the reader in front of Eddie

MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART EIGHTEEN

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, sexual harassment, violence

note: ive already used most of these prompts for this series, so i changed them up a little! <3

1: “…so, is that a yes?”

24: “excuse me, i have a scene to cause.”

12: “can i kiss you?”

17: “i’ll marry you one day, that’s a promise.” > “we’ll be married one day, just like I promised.

22: “just talk to her already instead of gawking over her like a creep!” > “you should go over there, talk to her, instead of standing over here gawking at her.”

masterlist

It wasn’t often that you saw Eddie at a basketball game, in fact this was the first time you had ever spotted him sitting on the bleachers, your brother by his side.

So you put on the performance of your life, like you were the star of the show tonight. Even your cheer captain commented on your moves.

“You should be that enthusiastic more often, Y/N. You know what, next routine i’ll have you front and centre, so you better perform your little heart out,” she said.

The basketball team won and once again, you performed as if it was your last performance ever. As if this performance was going to cure cancer. And Eddie’s attention was on you, the way your hips moved, the pom pom’s in your hands, the huge cheerleader mandate grin on your face, pearly whites shining underneath the lights of the basketball court. Your eyes never left him.

But Eddie wasn’t the only male who had their eyes on you and once the game was over and it was time to celebrate with your squad, the basketball team and the entire school. One of the players, who you recognised quite well, someone you had known your entire high school career, Tony, approached you.

“Your moves were fire tonight, Y/N,” Tony said, arm wrapping around your shoulder.

You chuckled, looking up at him. “Thanks,” you replied, shrugging him off. He grinned at you, hands slipping down to your hips as you pulled your jacket over your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows, slipping away from him. “What are you doing?” You asked.

Sure, you and Tony were friends, you had been for as long as you could remember, but not once had he touched you like that. Arms across your shoulders, sure, he did that with almost every cheerleader, but hands on the waist. Awkward, to say the least.

“You really grabbed my attention,” he shrugged, standing behind you again. “Like really, grabbed it,” he whispered into your ear, pushing his crotch into your ass.

You gasped at the feeling of his boner pushed against you. “Tony!” You exclaimed, skin heating up, yet again moving away from him. You turned to face him, hands crossing over your chest.

Eddie watched the scene from afar, he was seeing red, watching another guy get a little too handsy with you. Dustin appeared beside Eddie, following his gaze onto you and Tony.

“She’s clearly not into it,” Dustin said, sticking up for you. “You can tell by her body language that she’s uncomfortable.”

Eddie hummed, narrowing his eyes at Tony. He wasn’t mad at you, how could he be? He had watched you push Tony away 3 times now.

“You should go over there, talk to her, instead of standing over here gawking at her,” Lucas said. “Tony is a pussy, he won’t do shit anyways,” Lucas shrugged. He didn’t know Tony that well, he had only spoken to him a few times at practice, but he knew him enough to know that if it came down to it Tony would back off in a fight. He was all talk no action.

“I don’t want to embarrass her,” Eddie shrugged.

“Embarrass her?” Dustin scoffed. “She’s being felt up by a guy right now, she needs your help.”

Tony’s hand were on your hips again, pulling you towards him. You pushed at his chest, trying to get him off of you. “Tony c’mon,” you said, glaring up at him. “Let me go.”

“Excuse me, I have a scene to cause,” Eddie said, stalking over to you and Tony.

“Come back to my place,” Tony smirked, clearly not reading the room.

“No, I don’t want too,” you said.

“Why not?” He chuckled, ignoring your struggle to be free from his grip. “Don’t you wanna be alone with me? That’s fine, I know a bunch of guys who’d be down for a gang bang.”

“She said she doesn’t want too, asshole,” Eddie said. You heard his voice and instantly felt relief, closing your eyes and letting out a breath as Tony finally let you go.

Tony laughed at Eddie, looking him up at down. “And who the hell are you to be talking to me, freak?” Tony asked, smirking hard at Eddie.

Eddie wanted to punch the look right off his face.

“Don’t be horrible, Tony…” you muttered.

“Shut up, slut!” Tony snapped. You gasped at his words, hands flying to cover your mouth. Never in you entire years of knowing this guy had you heard him say something so horrible about you. “Oh don’t act all surprised, Y/N. Everybody knows it’s the truth, that’s probably why Munson is here trying to act all hero, because he knows if he tries hard enough, shows you even an ounce of affection, that you’ll be all over his dick.”

“What is wrong with you?” Eddie asked, glaring at him. But before Tony could reply a fist connected with his cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened watching as you shook your hand, biting your bottom lip to mask your pain.

Tony was hunched over, his hand holding his now reddened cheek from where you had punched him. “What the fuck, Henderson?” Tony asked, death glaring you.

“Oh don’t act all surprised, Tony,” you said mocking his words from earlier. “Everyone will now know you as the pussy who got hit by a girl. How embarrassing,” you teased, motioning to all the eyes that had landed on the scene.

Tony looked around, glaring at you one final time before stalking off.

“Fuck that hurt,” you hissed, staring down at your swollen knuckles. “Shit, I hope this doesn’t ruin my chances of a scholarship.”

“A guy just sexually harassed you and you’re still worried about that damn scholarship?” Eddie asked.

“Y/N!” Dustin yelled, running over to you. Lucas and Mike following after him. “That was so badass,” Dustin smiled.

“Yeah, badass,” Lucas grinned up at you.

“Can we just get the hell out of here?” You asked. The four boys nodded, following you off of the court and out into the cold night, heading towards Eddie’s van so he could drive all of you home.

“How’s your hand?” Eddie asked as the pair of you slowly trailed behind the three kids.

“Fucking hurts,” you mumbled, letting him grab your hand to inspect your knuckles. “I don’t know why but I just never thought punching someone would actually hurt your hand.”

Eddie laughed at you. “It’ll bruise and then it’ll be fine, as if it never happened,” Eddie shrugged, dropping your hand.

“Thanks for coming to my aid,” you smiled at him.

“Of course, can’t have other guys feeling up my girl,” Eddie said. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you or anything.”

“No, you didn’t,” you said. “It was sweet, just proving that one day you’ll be a great boyfriend.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of a great husband,” Eddie said. “Y’know, considering we’ll be married one day, just like I promised.”

“God, one thing at a time Eddie,” you grinned as you reached his van. Dustin, Lucas and Mike already sitting inside waiting for the two of you.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asked.

You glanced around, nobody was in sight. “As long as no one catches us,” you smiled.

“…so, is that a yes?”

“Yes, Munson, but make it quick. I’ve already drawn enough attention to myself for one night,” you said as he pulled you close, hands on your cheeks. Eddie connected both of your lips for a sweet short kiss.

You heard Dustin, Lucas and Mike making gagging noises in the backseat of Eddie’s van and when you pulled away Eddie was flipping the three of them off.

#stranger things #netflix #eddie munson #dustin henderson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #my favourite henderson

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dance-to-mythoughts-blog · 4 months

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I said burrrr it's cold in here!

Shoto Todoroki x Black Fem chubby reader

Synopsis: Todoroki is the typical college jock and the reader is the typical aspiring cheerleader. But what happens when he typical jock wants to be with the quiet chubby girl?

Warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, fem presenting reader, chubby reader, insecurity, slight dom Todoroki, college AU, no preperation for the dick. There are no quirks. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Word count: 2K

Ok. So this is my first oneshot. I hope you like it. In the process of debating what my first series should be about. I dont see enough stories around Midoriya or Shinso, might make a story surrounding one of them. Enjoy loves! <3

What started out as a typical day turned into a day from hell. You were just trying to enjoy your lunch until your friend persuaded you to try out for the cheer squad. You were a chubby girl but you could still get down when needed. The cheerleaders were the meanest of all the squads. Hell, even the fucking football team with their goofy asses were nicer than the damn cheerleaders and my bestie wanted me to try out for the team. She thinks it would make me be a social butterfly.

"Now why the fuck would I try out for the cheer team hoe? They don't do anything but fail their classes and complain about boys."

"Because it will do you good. You need to be a social butterfly, like me. Get out there and meet some people and have fun. I see how they look at you. Probably think that because you're bigger than the rest they might think you can't get down. And bitch, you get DOWWN."

"Karlie Rae please stop with your shit. I'm not trying out for that goofy-ass shit. There is nothing that would make me want to try out?"

"Shoto Todoroki. Thats it. Thats the tweet."

Shoto fucking Todoroki is one of the finest jocks the football team has ever fucking seen. It makes no sense how fine this man is. Considering this man's dad is a multimillionaire and owner of Enji Corporations. The largest law firm in all of Japan. Not gone lie, dude would be a catch but he’s a jock. He cares about nothing other than pussy and trying to see who can get the most girls after the games.

“Bitch. What do I want with Todoroki? I mean the man is fine asl but shit, what the fuck are u mentioning him for?”

“Because he could fuck you. You need some dick tbh sis and I need you to get laid. It’s been a long time since someone cracked you like an egg. I mean he looks like he likes you. Always stares at you when you walk by and also gives you little smiles. Don’t think I don’t see the way he looks at you hoe.”

“Alright. I do need some dick but why does it have to be Todoroki? When the hell has all this transpired? I never noticed any of this shit that you’re talking about. And to get some dick, why do I have to fucking join the cheer team? I can't just use Tinder or something”

“NO! Tinder is for hoes. You are just looking for a one-night stand and I think a one-night stand will do you good if you join the cheer squad. “

I get where my bestie is coming from but damn. What is the reason that I need to join the cheer team?

“Alright fine. You win. I’ll try out for the cheer team. Are you happy now?”

After your friend convinced you to try out for the cheer team, you left and went to buy all the necessities. The color scheme was black and purple so you bought some cute purple cheer shorts, a white tank top, and some white workout shoes so you can get ready to try out for the squad. You walked in the gym where tryouts were being held with your bestie right behind you and there was immediate silence. You were a bigger girl and everyone could see that but the immediate silence was striking. You started to hear whispers and got mean stares from some of the jocks and current cheer squad. You pushed that shit aside, Karlie provided a reassuring look, and you walked in, got your number, and sat on the bleachers waiting to be called with the group. Soon as you and your friend sat down you saw a pair of heterochromatic eyes staring at you from the other side of the gym.

“Y/N it’s ok. Fuck these people and their stares. You know you get down and you’re better than a majority of these damn people. I bet the others don’t even have rhythm.”

You laughed at your bestie trying to make you feel better. It was working. Kinda.

“Karlie it’s fine. Now I see what you’re saying about Todoroki staring at me. Mans been looking at me since we got in this bitch and I haven’t even taken his eyes off me LOL.”

“See. Told you! Now when its time for your group to perform I want you to go out there and give them hell! Make them wish they never tried out for the squad in the damn first place. “

Sure Enough, they called your group. You all gathered down to the floor and proceeded to dance to One Two Step by Ciara. Once the group portion was over, it was time for the individual performances. You guys had two performances. One with the group and one individual. The individual performance was a quick minute routine that you guys had to come up with on your own. So once again, they called your number and this is where everything started to go to hell.

“Number 469 come forward,” Margret, captain of the cheer squad said.

“Please perform your routine. You have one minute to do your choreography. “

“OK. Can you turn the music to 1 Thing by Amerie?”

This bitch turned on the music then turned it off. Stated that the music was vulgar and that they cant play vulgar music. She made a slick remark too about my weight. But I’ll check her ass about that later. Now its time for the results. We’ve been here for hours awaiting the results. Just by the way some of the girls were doing their routines, I knew they were making the squad because their friend is the captain and their routines sucked so much ass it didn’t even make sense dude.

Now if I didn’t make the fucking team, that would’ve been fine but no. This bitch Margaret decided hey, let’s fuck with the fat quiet girl and embarrass her for no fucking reason.

“Number 469 thank you for trying out. But I don’t think it would be a good look for someone of your size to be on the squad. It wouldn’t be a good fit for our squad.”

If you felt that way, why would you fucking admit that in the microphone in front of everyone? Makes no sense to me whatsoever. But I let my emotions get the best of me. I ran out crying because I was embarrassed that she said that shit in front of everyone not what she said. As a big bitch, I know that there are a lot if things that we get looked at crazy for but this here is a different type of shade. While running out I saw a pair of heterochromatic eyes staring me down watching me run with tears in my eyes. I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Y/N it’s me. Open up, hun. This is the only bathroom and I know you’re in there. It’s ok. Fuck Margaret and the rest of the fucking squad. Do you want me to get the Glock and pistol whip their asses? Cause I will. But anyway, I love you. I’m not gone force you to talk to me but just know when you do I’m here.”

With that, Karlie left to give me some alone time. I wasn’t upset at what they did or what they said. I was angry because they had the audacity to embarrass me in front of everyone and then everyone was laughing. Soon as I came out of the bathroom, guess who I ran into to?

“Hey. You OK? What she did back there was whack. I think you did your thing back there” That monotone voice. It was the infamous Shoto Todoroki talking to me. Man was fine as fuck but even finer up close in person. Beautiful heterochromatic eyes, a fire as undercut with his two-toned hair. He was 6’1 with his school varsity jacket on, a white tee, some jeans, and some fresh white and purple Jordan shoes. And he smelt so fucking good that I could’ve melted in his arms like butter. I got so caught up in his beauty I didn’t even realize he was asking me about my name.

“Hey. You got a name?”

“Oh Yeah. It’s Y/N. We have Calculus together.” He meditated upon for a min.

“Oh. Dr. Briley. Class is cool. I hate how she did her syllabus tho. To much work for me.”

“Really? I took it as you always had shit given to you being who your daddy is and all. No offense”

He chuckled. “None taken. Most people assume that anyway. But I actually like science and math. Trying to work for NASA one day.”

“Nasa? That’s a nice spot to work.” Soon as I was gonna ask him if he liked football and what made him wanna join the team, this bitch Margret decided to pop up and ruin the fun. The look she gave me could kill because everyone knew she wanted Todoroki. Seemed obvious enough unless he was just in denial that she wanted him. It was hella cringe.

TIME SKIP

So a few days went by and everyone heard about what happened at the tryouts. So their coach reached out to me personally and decided to ask me to join the squad. Apparently, she had not been present for the actual tryouts but she was in the distance watching to make sure things went smoothly. So I joined because basically it was inevitable to change. I enjoyed the cheer squad. It was nice. Nice to see that over time I made a friend with Todoroki and some of his friends. Ida, Ochacko, Tsu, and Midoriya. They were all nice. Hell, even some of the meaner jocks became my friends too like Kiri, Denki, and Bakugo. Even tho Bakugo is mad at literally every damn thing.

TIME SKIP TO HOCO(HOMECOMING)

It was time for HOCO. You guys played again Kentucky State, who traveled from the Americas to Japan to get absolutely wrecked. Now it was time for the HOCO dance. You decided to wear a red dress the accentuates your curves, some silver heels, with some cocoa butter and some gold glitter body shimmer to really give it some pop. You put on your fav perfume and had your titties sitting up there to the point they looked like you had implants. You had your tattoos showing and you were proud of the color tattoos that were on your skin. Amazing. Fucking beautiful. Yu had a red bird that was realistic on your right shoulder and you had a spine tat that was a quote that you live by.

“Hey Y/n. You looks so fucking good. OMG! Bitch you are breaking necks and its something serious too hoe.”

“As I should be. LoL. Took me forever to get my buss down middle part together man. But its fire. Love how I did my make up. I feel like I stepped straight out the fucking 90’s ready to snatch somebody son. Speaking of somebody son. Half and half is staring so hard I think his eyeballs are gonna pop out his head because they’re dry lol.” With that being said, Todoroki made his way over to you and was staring you down like he wanted to devour you.

“Hey. Damn you look good. I see you actually decided to bring your ass to HOCO huh? Oh, hey Karlie”

“Hey Todoroki” what’s up? Yall did good out there. But im gone leave and let yall talk”

“By Karlie. I’ll see you later.”

“Now that Karlie is gone. You wanna get out of here for a little while?”

“Sure”

As you walked out with Todoroki you were receiving stares. You were trying to decide if you were receiving those stares because you looked fucking good or you decided to cave into your pussys desire and fuck Todoroki if he would fuck you back. Mans was beautiful and the relationship is super cliché. He’s the jock and you’re the cheerleader, who just happens to be a big bitch and that made the team because the coach said so. Not to cliché or bad right?

“What’s up Shoto. You good? You look sickly” and with that his lips were on yours. His lips were soft like he moisturized them and also took great care to specifically make sure his lips felt like a cloud. You kissed him back slowly as he wrapped the small of his hand on your back and moved to start kissing your jawline and your neck. “I been waiting to do that for a little while now. You so fucking sexy. Wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you”

“Really? How about we get the fuck out of here for real and you can show me how sexy I really am?” pecking him on his lips. He agreed and yall left. Barley made it into his dorm before his hands were all on you. His hands felt like fucking magic. Big strong hands that he uses every single day. Made you feel amazing that somebody fine ass son wanted to love you and fuck the living daylights out of you. Fucking amazing. The kissing started to get a little more heated as he gripped your ass hard. Gripped your plump ass so fucking hard like he is holding one of his footballs and you fucking enjoyed it. You enjoyed it so fucking much that it made you sick how you were basically putty for this man.

“Fuck that feels good” you let out as a breathy moan. Man was making you feel like you were on fucking cloud 9 and nothing could fuck up this moment. He started kissing your jawline while gripping your ass and telling you all kinds of nasty shit he wanted to do to you.

“If that feels good, just wait until I got you creaming on my dick. Sexy ass” his voice was deeper and filled with more lust and desire than anything. He moved me to the couch where he pushed me on my back to eat my pussy.

“Hurry up and eat me already. You are such a fucking tease man” came out more of a whine than you intended too.

“Shut the fuck up and wait. Im about to drink in every little part of this pussy and I eat it and fuck it when I’m ready. Understand?”

This man just told me to shut the fuck up while he is about to eat my pussy and fuck it. AMAZING. Who knew this man could be a fucking dom the way he’s talking to me.

“Answer me, princess. I can't do anything if you don’t talk to me” while he proceeded to slowly antagonize me and pull my panties down.

“You are so fucking wet that I could go swimming in it”

“All for you Shoto. All yours” you so desperately whined hoping he would get the picture and fuck you senseless already.

You were ready for this man to absolutely fuck your brains out and here he was playing slowly.

“Can you please fuck me already. I want you to fuck me like you are about to break my coochie in half please”

He let out a hearty chuckle “break it in half huh? Say no more. I’m not even gonna prep you. I need you to take all this dick understand?”

“Yes daddy I do”

And with that the man took this shit like we were on the fucking rocky river. IT felt so fucking good that he didn’t care if I was crying or not. He rammed it into me and it took me a min to get used to how big he was. He was long and thick with a beautiful vein on the underside of the shaft. His dick was so fucking pretty that I didn’t even want to suck it but I wanted him to fuck me with it because I wanted to squirt and cream all over that dick.

“F-fuck you feel soooo goooodddd… oh..my…fuck”

“you feel me, baby? You feel- shit, so fucking good. Gonna make me cum already. You wanna cum on daddy’s dick yea?”

“fuck I wanna come on daddy's dick.”

I came all over his dick. He looked so fucking good with his hair sticking to his face a little and his body all sweaty. His abs looked so good covered in sweat and he like to provide after care. AMAZING. I just fucked the shoto Todoroki. Beautiful. Cant wait to tell Karlie about my dick appointment since she decided that I needed some dick months ago.

#bhna x reader #bhna smut #bhna imagine #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki #todoroki family #todoroki shoto #shoto x black fem reader

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cicimunson · 2 years

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Dollhouse Part 4

Chapter Summary: You find out that Jason isn’t as nice as he claims to be.

(Series Summary, Pairings and Characters listed on Part 1)

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: Violence is all I think

Part 1 2 3 5 6 7

"What's going on with you lately?"

You glance up at Jason. You're both laying on your bed, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

"What do you mean?"

"You just seem…different lately. Distant."

"I'm just tired. Cheering and taking care of the girls is taking a lot out of me."

He nods, accepting your explanation without question. "I understand. Basketball is just so intense, you know? You have no idea. I have this insane pressure to-"

Your mind instantly wanders off.

I swear all he talks about is sports.

You try not to, but you can't stop thinking about Eddie. I wonder what he's doing right now. Band practice? Writing a new DnD campaign?

Jason snuggles closer. "I love you, you know."

"I love you, too."

He smiles contentedly and goes back to talking about basketball.

You close your eyes and zone out once more.

“Hey, do you still have my varsity jacket? I couldn’t find it the other night.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, it’s hanging in my closet.” You murmur.

“Little thief.” He teases, getting up and grabbing it off the hanger. He slips it on and slides his hands in the pocket.

“What’s this?” He pulls out a folded up piece of paper.

“Huh?”

Oh shit. It’s Eddie’s drawing.

“Someone draw this for you?” He holds it out to you.

“Oh, um, yeah. Mike Wheeler, you know him. I baby-sit his sister.”

He frowns. “That kid got a crush on you?”

“I think he was just being sweet. He’s a nice kid.”

“Uh-huh. Well, no accounting for taste. It’s an ugly dragon.” He tosses the picture on top of your dresser. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so nice to him.”

“What? He’s just a kid, Jason. He’s harmless.”

“If you say so. I gotta get going. I’m meeting some of the guys.”

“Okay.” You get off the bed and kiss his cheek.

“Mmm.” He grabs your waist and tugs you to him, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

You fight the urge to gag. Ugh, so slimy.

Neither of you hear your bedroom door open.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

You break the kiss and turn to see Billy standing in the doorway.

“Nothing. Jesus, don’t you knock?” You push Jason away.

Billy crosses his arms and leans against the door jam. “Time for your boyfriend to go home.”

Jason scowls at him but grabs his stuff. Billy doesn’t budge from the doorway as Jason tries to pass him.

“Billy, enough.” You snap.

He chuckles and lets Jason pass. “Just kidding, man. But maybe keep your tongue out of my sister’s mouth from now on.”

Jason glances back at you and you shake your head.

Please, just leave. You will mentally. He nods.

“Bye, babe.”

“I’ll call you later.” You tell him.

You and Billy both listen for the front door to open and close. As soon as Jason’s gone, Billy starts on you.

“When did my step-sister become such a slut?” He acts, asking like he’s shocked. “Does Mommy and Daddy know you’re swapping spit with a football player?”

“He plays basketball. And it’s none of your business.”

“Oh, but, I think it is.” He continues in his sarcastic tone. “What will dear old Mom and Dad think when they come home and discover that I’ve been neglecting my brotherly duty to protect you, and you’ve gone and thrown your pussy at half the basketball team?”

This motherfucker. You slap him.

He rolls his shoulders and tilts his head from side-to-side. “Not to mention you pulling up your skirt for Munson. I mean, seriously, Y/N, you go from drug pusher to prep almost overnight? Tsk, tsk.”

“I’m not doing anything with either of them, Billy. Leave me alone.” You try to push past him but he grabs your arms.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you, bitch.”

“Let me go.”

“I don’t think I will. Tell me, little sister, who’s the better fuck? The freak or the jock?”

“Billy, enough.” You try to pull away from him.

He slaps you. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again, you understand? Whore.”

“Y/N?”

You look over to see Max in the doorway. Billy releases you and stomps out of the room, shoving Max as he passes her.

“Don’t fucking touch her, Billy!” You yell, pulling Max into your room and slamming the door.

“Are you okay?” She asks, reaching up to touch your face. “Your lip is bleeding.”

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

“I’m going to tell someone. I have a teacher, Mr. Clark. He’s really nice and-”

“Maxine, listen to me.” You grab her shoulders. “You can’t tell anybody, okay? If people find out that Mom and Dad basically abandoned us, if they find out Billy is in charge and he hurts me, they’ll separate us. They’ll take us away and put us in foster homes. We’ll never see each other.”

She looks like she’s going to cry. You hug her tightly.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to scare you. I just want you to understand that nobody can ever find out about any of this, okay? It has to stay our secret.”

She hugs you back, squeezing your ribs. “I promise. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Swear it, Max. I couldn’t handle being separated from you and Sarah. You’re all I have.”

“I swear.”

__________

The next day is Friday and you’re dreading it. Most people look forward to the weekends, but you long for the eight hours you’re at school and not having to deal with Billy.

At least I baby-sit tonight and can be out of the house for a while.

You spot Mike walking through the parking lot and hurry to catch up with him.

“Hey, Mike, can you let your mom know I may be a little late tonight? I have a study date with Jason and I really need to review this chem test.”

He doesn’t look at you. If anything, he speeds up his walk. “Sure.” He mumbles.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just gotta go. Bye!”

“Mike.” You take his arm and pull gently. “What’s wrong?”

He looks up at you then and you gasp.

His eye is swollen and black. He quickly ducks his head back down.

“What happened? Who hit you?”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

You tug on his arm again. “No, it’s not fine! Tell me what happened.”

He yanks away from you. “Why don’t you ask your stupid boyfriend?”

Your heart sinks. “What?”

“Yeah, he told me to stay away from you, or else. So please, don’t talk to me. If he or his friends see, I’m dead meat.” He hurries away.

“Mike, I’m so sorry!” You call after him.

I’m going to skin Jason alive!

You sprint through the parking lot to where Jason and his friends are standing around talking.

Hey, babe.” He holds open his arms to hug you.

You shove him. “Don’t you “hey, babe” me! What the hell did you do to Mike?”

One of his friends starts laughing and Jason shoots him a dirty look.

“Answer me. Did you hit him?”

Jason shrugs. “Look, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just told him that you have a boyfriend and he needs to respect that. He got mouthy. I wasn’t going to let that little freak talk shit to me, so yeah, I popped him.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jason? He’s just a kid! He’s like, fourteen! You hit a child.”

“Well he obviously thinks he’s a man, flirting with you like he does. I saw him talking to you in the cafeteria the other day. And then drawing you that ugly picture? He needed to be put in his place.”

You shove him again. “No, you need to be put in your place! You ever touch that kid again and we’re done, do you hear me? Leave him alone!”

“Oh come on, Y/N, why do you even care about that loser?”

“Mike is my sister’s friend! And I baby-sit for his mom. If he goes home and tells her that my boyfriend punched him because of me, I’ll lose my job.”

He takes your arm and leads you away from his friends. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? When he started mouthing off to me, the guys told me I shouldn’t take it. I couldn’t just let him talk shit to me. But you’re right. I shouldn’t have hit the kid.”

“No you shouldn’t have. You owe him an apology.”

“I’ll apologize, I promise. I honestly didn’t mean to hurt him.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you close. “You believe me, don’t you, baby?”

Maybe he’s telling the truth. It isn’t like Jason to be spiteful or cruel.

“I mean it Jason. If something like this ever happens again-”

“It won’t. I swear.” He pecks your lips. “Don’t be mad, baby. I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me.”

“Then don’t do stupid stuff.” You retort, but the edges of your mouth are turning up into a smile.

“No more stupid stuff.” He vows. “Now, are you ready? I really want to get in a few hours of studying before you have to babysit.”

You take his hand. “Lead the way.”

__________

Later that night, you’re watching tv while waiting for the Wheelers to get home. You hear Eddie’s van pull up and you rush outside. Mike is climbing out of the back. He scowls when he sees you and brushes past you to go in.

“Eddie, hold up!” You call out.

He scowls also. “What do you want, Y/N?”

You walk up to his open window. “I’m sorry about today, what happened with Jason and Mike. It’s all my fault.”

“How?”

“Jason found the drawing you gave me. I told him it was from Mike.”

Eddie glares out the window at you. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because I thought he would just think it was a harmless crush! I had no idea he’d confront him, much less hit him!”

He lowers his gaze to your swollen lip. “And that? Did he hit you, too?”

“What? No! Jason would never hit me.”

“Well, if he’d hit a fifteen-year-old, it’s not hard to imagine him hitting his girlfriend, too. Unless you broke up with him over this, of course.”

You don’t respond.

He nods, looking angry. “Well just so you know, I’m coming for your little boyfriend. I’m going to kick his ass.”

“What? Eddie, that’s not like you. You don’t fight.”

“That was before he decided to put his hands on my friend. My friend that couldn’t fight back because he didn’t stand a chance. Your boyfriend is a little bitch, Y/N, and a coward who goes after people too weak to defend themselves. Unfortunately for him, I’m not a coward or a bitch, not when it comes to the people I care about. When I see him, I’m going to knock him on his ass.”

“Eddie, please, don’t. I talked to Jason and he’s sorry. He’s going to apologize to Mike. Things don’t have to get uglier than they already are.”

“I’m not gonna let this slide, Y/N. I don’t care when he and his little posse bully or hit me. But it’s a whole other thing to go after one of my friends.”

Did he just say Jason hits him? Is he serious?

“What do you mean, you don’t care when it’s you?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

You step closer to the van and place a hand on Eddie’s arm that’s hanging out of the driver’s side window. “Eddie, tell me.” You ask softly.

He pulls his arm away. “I said don’t worry about it. I gotta get going.”

“No, I wanna know.” You protest.

He sighs. “You just don’t know when to let stuff go, do you?”

You walk in front of his van and open the passenger seat. He quickly moves his guitar out of the way so that you don’t touch it.

“Are you gonna talk to me or am I gonna sit here all night?” You demand.

He groans. “You are the biggest pain in the ass I have ever met. Shouldn’t you get back inside? Aren’t you baby-sitting?”

“Mike can watch her for a few minutes. Now, talk.” You cross your arms over your chest and stare him down.

“Fine, priss. I know what you’re asking, and yeah. Your boyfriend has hit me before. A few times actually. He and his buddies think it’s hilarious to torture the freak.”

He’s trying to sound tough, but I can tell he’s upset. I believe him.

“I didn’t know. I know he can say mean things sometimes, and he’s got a bit of a temper, but I never thought-”

“You don’t know him like you think you do. He’s not a good person, Y/N. And honestly? You could do better.”

“He promised me today that he would stop his bullshit. I believed him.”

“Of course you did. I’m sure he’s sweet to you. Why wouldn’t you believe him?”

“I’ll tell him to leave you alone, too. I’ll tell him not to bother you or your friends anymore.”

He chuckles harshly. “Y/N, if you didn’t know about it happening before now, what makes you think you’ll know after today?”

“You’ll tell me.”

“I will?”

“Yes. If he so much as looks at any of you funny, I want to know. Him or his friends.”

“And you’re so big and strong, you’ll protect us?”

“I won’t let them hurt any of you.”

He reaches out and traces a finger over your lip.

“It looks like you’re the one that needs protecting, priss.”

You almost whimper when he touches you. He’s gentle, barely grazing your mouth, but something about the feel of him, it’s so…nice.

“You okay?” He asks, looking concerned.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. And my lip is fine, too. I got hit with a volleyball at gym. But Eddie, please give me a chance to handle Jason. If he doesn’t leave you guys alone, I’ll kick his ass myself.”

He sighs. “I’m gonna regret this, but fine. We’ll try your way first.”

You hug him. He sighs again and holds you close.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You kiss his cheek.

He flushes. “Don’t thank me just yet.”

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btsrunmylife · 2 years

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Invisible String, 6: Hoop, there it is 🏀

summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader

rating: explicit 🔞

genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance

chapter word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: This chapter is crass from the very beginning, which is why it’s beneath a “read more” from the beginning. Ghost’s friend, Anaya, is very open and very blunt with her sexuality. Hopefully that doesn’t make anyone uncomfortable. This is actually the first scene I wrote of this entire story, so I couldn’t exclude it...but, uh...the word pussy is said quite a lot in this chapter lmao.

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“I need pussy.”

You spit the water out of your mouth just as it’s about to go down and end up hunched over in a coughing fit, spluttering, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Your friend, Anaya, smirks at you over the rim of her water bottle, then turns away as she takes a sip. “Don’t act like such a prude. You know I’m gay, you know what I like.”

You’re still coughing, throat a little sore and the water you swallowed wrong now sitting uncomfortably in your chest. You roll your eyes. “How could I forget when you say things like that?”

She snorts, smacking you on the back and decidedly not helping your coughing fit. She sighs. “Seriously, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve eaten a good–”

“Stop it!” you squeak, waving your hand at her and praying your flailing will somehow stop the mental images from assaulting your brain. “I don’t want to hear this!”

She groans, slumping dramatically on your shoulder, a pretty pout on her lips. “But I’m lonely.”

“You’re horny,” you correct with a sniff, trying and failing to shrug her off. You’re vaguely aware of a few people at a neighboring table eyeing the two of you, but you try to ignore it. Everyone from school already thinks the two of you are dating. There’s no use trying to squash the rumors. You take a sip of your water and push the lunch around on your tray. “Why don’t you text Hana?”

Your friend scoffs. “She’s got a boyfriend now. As if dick is better than these.”

She lifts her hand, wiggling her fingers and moving them in a crass motion. You grimace and swat at them. “You’re so gross.”

“Not gross,” she argues, chin digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. “Just horny as fuck and all alone.” Her arms loop around your waist and she snuggles a little closer, sighing wistfully. “Why couldn’t you be gay?”

You don’t respond, shoving a bite of food into your mouth. You don’t bother to mention the fact that you have been attracted to women before, just not in the same way she is. She’s more about sex with women and you’re…well, more about romance. But the fact remains: you could never imagine yourself with your best friend. Your brain had entertained the idea for all of a day back when you were a freshman in high school, back when you were both new to the school and hadn’t found your place yet, but the thought is gross to you now. It’d be too much like incest at this point.

“Why couldn’t you be straight?” you retort when you swallow, wiping excess food from your lips before taking a sip of your water.

Anaya’s nose wrinkles. “Ew. Men are gross.”

You can’t argue with her there.

“Ladies.”

Case in point.

Anaya peels herself away from you to frown at the jocks approaching your table, each wearing salacious smiles that immediately make your skin crawl. “What do you want, Paxton?”

The guy in question smiles good-naturedly, pink tongue coming out to wet a dark set of lips and white teeth. “Just wondering if there’s enough room at your table for more or if you’d like to be left alone?”

Anaya’s eyes narrow, no doubt wondering if there’s some sort of double meaning there. With Paxton, the two of you have learned that there usually is. “We’d like to be left alone, thanks.”

Paxton’s friend, Ted, nudges him in the ribs with a laugh. “I told you! No way they’d let you in on that!”

“Okay, ew,” Anaya mimics barfing, only instigating their laughter.

Paxton raises his hands, brown eyes drifting your way as he attempts a warm smile. It looks more predatory than charming. “Okay, okay. We’ll take the hint.” He winks when he catches your eye, making you jolt in your seat. “If you ever change your mind…”

Anaya’s barfing noises get louder and the guys’ laughter trails them as they walk away. She glares after them. “Idiots. I hate when guys think they’re an exception to my gayness. Like, there isn’t some off-switch, you dumbass. I’m not going to magically think your limp dick is more appetizing than a pussy–”

You groan, shoving your tray away and laying your head against the table in front of you. “Can we please stop talking about pussy now?”

You’re not a prude. You don’t think you could be with a best friend like Anaya, but you also have your limits. You’re not nearly as hormonal or open with your sexuality as she is.

“I will never–” she stresses with a hand-slap against the table. “--stop talking about pussy! It would be an insult to pussy everywhere–”

Your face scrunches as you cover your head with your arms, trying to drown her out, but it’s no use. You should know by now that once she gets started, it’s hard to get her to stop. She really does need to get laid, you think. It’s the only way to save your sanity…and your poor, innocent ears.

“If I said I knew a way to get you…that–”

“Oh my god, you’re so cute, you can’t even say pussy!” Anaya coos, making your ears burn.

You scowl. “We should go to the basketball game this Friday.”

Anaya scrunches her nose. “Ew, and voluntarily surround myself with more jocks?”

You roll your eyes. “It’ll be worth it. Yoongi says he has someone he wants you to meet.”

She hums. “Ah, so this is about Yoongi. It all makes sense now!”

You pout. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

With a grin, she leans her chin on her fist and bats her eyelashes. “Nothing at all, bestie. So, when’s the game?”

~*~*~

When you arrive, you know immediately that Yoongi isn’t going to have time to say hi before the game. Already courtside with his team, he meets your gaze across the gymnasium and smiles, nodding in the direction of the bleachers. You follow his gaze and find a few vaguely familiar faces, none of which you’ve ever met before, but have seen in passing. Namjoon is the only one you know by name, having exchanged smiles with him while he was working at the campus library.

The man smiles at you when he sees you coming, fumbling to his feet with a little wave.

Cute.

“Hey! Yoongi told us you’d be here tonight,” he greets, glancing between the two of you. His smile slips fractionally when he sees Anaya eyeing him and you can’t say you blame him for shifting on his feet. He clears his throat, motioning toward the others. “This is Jimin and Hobi.” He nods toward a woman sitting beside him. “This is Hwasa.”

Holy shit, she’s gorgeous. The words nearly tumble out of your mouth, but you manage to stop them before they do, choosing instead to avert your gaze and take a seat on the bleacher behind her, next to the one introduced as Jimin.

Jimin’s plump lips part in a friendly smile and he leans in to whisper, “Do you understand basketball?”

You side-eye him, wondering if it’s that obvious you don’t watch sports. “Some.”

He hums. “I don’t understand it at all…but it’s a nice view, isn’t it?” He winks, nodding toward the floor as the players meet in the middle of the court.

Hwasa turns around in her seat, thankfully settling her attention on Anaya. “You must be the one Yoongi was talking about…”

Anaya lifts an eyebrow, looking at you and then back at the beautiful woman, and hums. “I guess so…I don’t actually know him that well.”

Hwasa looks surprised at this. “Interesting…he seemed sure we’d get along.”

Anaya, intrigued, moves to sit beside her, leaving you alone on the bleacher next to Jimin. You smile to yourself, seeking Yoongi out on the basketball court. He’s playing a power forward, which Jimin mumbles to you as soon as the game starts.

“I don’t know what that means, but it sounds kinky, doesn’t it?” He wiggles his brows.

Namjoon, having heard him, rolls his eyes and leans back against Jimin. “It means he plays near the basket, rebounding and defending taller players.”

Jimin stares at him a beat too long, then blinks. “I have no idea what any of that means.”

You laugh, something that tapers off into a surprised squeak when Hwasa leans back against your knees.

She glances at you over her shoulder. “Oh, sorry! You don’t mind, do you?”

Anaya lifts an eyebrow at you, amused by your flustered state, and you quickly shake your head. “It’s fine.”

Hwasa smiles. “Thanks, pretty!”

Your cheeks heat at the nickname and Anaya’s smirk grows as they turn back to the game. You turn your attention back to it too, trying to follow along the best you can, but you’re distracted now, the faint pressure of Hwasa’s back tingling against your knees.

She’s someone Yoongi wanted to introduce to Anaya, you remind yourself.

You tuck the feelings, and the paired sensations, away and keep your eyes focused on Yoongi for the rest of the game.

There’s no need for things to get messy.

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garoujo · 2 years

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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @FUSHIGURO MEGUMI . . .

WANNA PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN?

➤ seven minutes in heaven series masterlist.

NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f. reader, college!au, frat party / exhibitonism, aged up, inexperienced!megumi, virginity loss, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that are def longer than seven mins, alcohol mention, unprotected sex, he cums on your pussy, fingering but like no penetration.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 4.8k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : hewooo ^^ im back w the second fic for my series so hopefully you guys enjoy this one as much as u did the first!!! also if it wasn’t already obvious they won’t be published in order,, just whoever i get motivation for first <3

this hadn’t been your first frat party, you were used to buzzing atmosphere, intoxicated college students with red plastic cups in their hands and loud music blasting through the halls of the house.

you were here with your best friend suguru, but you’d broken off from eachother when satoru had met you both at the door like a whirlwind and pulled him away to do something annoying no doubt.

so now you were here, cringing at the first taste of the sickly sweet punch in the kitchen — that’s most definitely been spiked — as you stand around a few of the other students you recognise from your class. you listen politely, not really absorbing the information as you let your eyes wander the room until you notice a strangely familiar, slightly less messy, head of dark hair.

fushiguro megumi? he’s not the type you expected to be here, not that you were all that close—you’d been paired up regularly for a few assignments considering he sat at the desk directly to your right. he wasn’t too talkative, but he was polite and kind and you’d like to think you’d both built a weird sort of friendship with how much time you’d ended up spending together, due to late projects or not.

he’s here with itadori, you’d heard they were close to be fair—complete opposites of eachother but they were together a lot, and as much as you’re sure it works—you want to laugh a little when you watch megumi roll his eyes, most likely at whatever itadori is chattering quickly to him about, but the exasperation goes unnoticed as the pink haired jock waves his hands around, for emphasis you’re sure, laughing loudly.

but somehow, megumi’s irritated eye movements seems to bring his gaze to you, and you almost flinch when his steely, drowsy gaze feels like it shoots electricity into your stomach with how it cuts into you at first.

but then it softens suddenly, his brows arching ever so slightly as his head tilts, but just as quickly as the expression appears it vanishes again, and he’s turning his attention back to itadori with an almost.. awkward look on his face.

you don’t think much of it, maybe he felt uncomfortable, you’d just been staring at the guy? so you just cross your arms across your body before trying to turn your attention back to the conversation, giving it a few more moments before you’re saying your going to the bathroom as an excuse to go try seek out suguru again.

but just as you turn to leave, laughing politely and finally ridding yourself of the drink you’d unfortunately picked up as you slide it along the table, you collide with something harder than you’d expected to—the sudden wall almost knocking the air out of you.

“fushiguro?” you gasp, caught off guard by your lab partners sudden appearance considering he was on the other side of the room a few seconds ago. but you feel the warmth of his palm smooth along your waist to keep you steady before it leaves just as quickly.

you’d always known how pretty he was—truly, but in this sort of setting it was different. his hair was mussed most likely from his hands gliding through it, it falling around his face again after being swept back but it framed his ivory skin and thick lashes perfectly. his oversized shirt falling loose around the neckline where you can just barely make out his chiselled collarbones, without it being too obvious you’re gawking.

“what? thought i’d come say hi.” megumi drawls, as clean cut as ever, you think. but you watch his hand come up to scratch at his neck awkwardly and you still smile because that was just how he was.

he was still a little awkward despite how often you both worked together, he was blunt and straight to the point. but there was a certain sort of charm to how earnest and nervous he was. megumi was content with his smaller circle of friends, he attended class and he worked hard and he was fine with that.

then he got seated next to you and he began to find a certain joy in the things that you enjoyed, and watching him pick up habits and interests of yours felt like a reward after how gruelling it was to get him to open up to you at first. it was like some sort of mysterious switch had flipped and now you’re pretty sure he might even consider you a friend—one he may only occasionally nod politely at in the hallway that is.

he wrote your missed notes for you, even picked up your favourite tv show with the excuse of wanting to know exactly what you were talking about, he brought you caffeine for late night project work and had even started bringing an extra pen with him because he knew you always forgot one.

he still got stuck on words and liked to let the silence linger between you both but it no longer felt uncomfortable or awkward, so you were glad he seemed to trust you enough now, well.. enough to approach you at a frat party.

“you come to parties?” you hum, and you can tell megumi hears the teasing lilt to your words when you watch his brows furrow—lips jutting into a pout as he everts your gaze.

“is that supposed to be a joke? but yeah, itadori dragged me here.” he grunts, seemingly irritated but his voice is still as smooth as it always is when he speaks to you, not that you notice any difference, but his reply still makes you laugh softly.

“well then how come i never see you?” you huff, just as someone who you’re pretty sure sounds like satoru seems to start some boisterous cheer with more of the muscle heads in the frat, which makes megumi roll his eyes for what you figure must be the nth time that night, and he’s suddenly urging you to follow him.

“tsk—‘ts too loud in here, come on.” he snorts, gently pulling on your arm to make sure you don’t get lost in the pool of students rushing around the halls—eventually letting him guide you into the living room as you both find a place on the spare side of one of the couches, not paying too much attention to the other students around you.

“do you come to these a lot?” megumi questions, swallowing thickly when he realises his hand is still resting along your skin before he pulls it back a little too quickly with a mumbled, pink-cheeked apology.

“with suguru, sometimes—mostly due to satoru though, im sure you know what he’s like.” you answer, laughing when even the mention of the white haired male’s name has megumi groaning with a deadpan look on his face.

“yeah, i know.” he smiles quietly, mostly when your laugh pours into the room as his lips curl but he can’t help but feel warm when you sigh after, tilting your head back as megumi finds himself looking over your features through his long lashes.

“you look, uh—“ he begins, snapping his gaze away from yours when you look back at him and you sound out a hum, urging him to continue what he was saying before there’s another boisterous cheer and itadori is almost barrelling towards you both.

“you’re up fushiguro! i knew you’d have fun—see, way to get into the party spirit!” itadori cheers happily, some of his words muffled when megumi’s hand collides with his cheek, trying to push his heavy body off of him.

“what the hell, get off of me!” he growls back and you’re suddenly aware that the whole room seems to be sniggering at the three of you as the two guys argue. “time to go!” itadori laughs good naturedly, grabbing you and megumi before he’s marching you both to some darkened hallway, between the living room and the kitchen and the entryway of a.. closet?

oh, that’s what this was.

“quit it.” megumi hisses again, trying to step away from his pink haired bestfriend— but it almost happens too quickly when he’s laughing, opening the closet door and suddenly pushing you both in, telling you to take good care of fushiguro because he’s ‘new to this stuff.’ and locking the door after.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” megumi murmurs, pausing to stare at you for a moment when you keep the silence—like you’re completely ignoring the fact you both basically just got shoved into a closet at a frat party while everyone acted like it was some ritual.

“huh? you’re not scared?” he asks, suddenly aware of how thick the air feels in the tiny closet, only made tinier by the close proximity of your bodies. “are you? it’s seven minutes in heaven—don’t you know it?” you reply quickly, brow quirking when you watch the dark haired male shuffle uncomfortably, almost like he doesn’t want to admit that he actually has no idea what’s going on right now.

“uh.. no.” he hums, low and lulling despite the growing flush of pink on his cheeks but his dark eyes look over you when you don’t laugh at him like he expects. “this is the game, you get locked in a closet with someone for seven minutes—to.. do whatever you want i guess, atleast now we know why the living room was so lively.”

megumi notices the way your sentence trails off at the end, he hears the whispery, breathy, pouty sound your lips make as you lean against the washing machine nestled in the corner. also noticing that there’s a grin twitching at your lips before it’s hidden once more from him and he feels his heart race.

he gulps, takes a step forward but then hesitates and decides to stare for a moment before finally asking the question he wish he’d just swallowed instead.

“what do people normally do?” he murmurs, but when your eyes raise up to where he’s stood across from you—you have a feeling he already knows with how he’s awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze like he would burst into flames if it met his own.

“you know, kiss or—other stuff, more.. i’m sure you know what that means, fushiguro.” you blink up at him, failing to suppress a little smirk this time. but despite the way he suddenly feels warm under his clothes, megumi takes a deep breath in the quiet dark of the closet before he takes another careful step into your space.

“do you want to do that?” he asks with an earnestness that makes you squirm, and the words are rolling off of his tongue before he’s even got an opportunity—before he can even think about stopping them and he suddenly wants the shadows to swallow him up.

it’s not that he doesn’t want to, in all honesty megumi would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t been dreaming of a moment like this, with you. remembering all those nights he’s spent sinking into his mattress in his dorm, hand wrapped around his pretty cock after a late night studying session with you, as he gets himself off to his pretty lab partner.

your laugh, the way you’d lean into his side—chest pressed against his arm to point out something in his notes or the dreamy drawl your voice would take whenever you got sleepy. he’d committed it all to memory, the thoughts of you swimming around his mind when he’s fucking into his fist and breathing out your name when he cums.

honestly, he hopes you’ll save him the embarrassment of rejection and just laugh, or maybe it’ll go worse and you’ll storm out of the closet and call him a weirdo before you stop talking to him all together, and then it would just be him and his thoughts of you left over..

.. but you don’t.

“with you? do you want to do that?” you ask, the question drawn out and slow, like you’re still processing his words and megumi watches the slight surprise flash across your features before they slacken again, and suddenly he feels too incredibly warm under his clothes.

he mentally trails off with a nervous swallow before he’s pushing his hair back, pink cheeked as he nervously glances you up and down, trying to brush off the pinpricks of arousal with a deep breath.

“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, fushigu—“

“i want to.” his interruption has you choking on your words as he sucks in a shakey breath with the confession before he continues, quieter this time. “but i don’t know.. how, i’ve never—uh, f-forget it.”

there’s another bout of silence and megumi can feel his heart kicking at his ribs with every beat, feeling the curl of a different type of heat beginning to tickle its way into his belly—although not an unfamiliar kind when it came to you.

“are you sure?” megumi asks, his voice taking a more whispery tone with the question and the sound makes your toes curl from where you’re still seated. “yes.”

the floor creaks when he steps forward, making you blink up at your dark haired lab partner as he chews on his lip—gives you a few moments to step away but you pull him closer. he’s overwhelmed with how good you smell immediately, your body heat, the feeling of your palm on his skin before you’re resting his against your hip and he’s pretty sure his brain scrambles at the touch.

megumi blows out a slow breath as his hand explores the topography of your body, a flush high on his cheeks when you cast him a starry eyed glance and push your chest closer to his—you feel even better than he’d imagined.

“is this okay?” he breathes, voice carefully neutral despite the edge of desperation that makes you burn, and he feels his whole body shiver when your breath fans along his cheek.

“please kiss me, fushiguro.” you sigh, feeling his breath stutter across your cheek with your plea while you feel his skin press against yours—his hand curling into your side to pull you close before he’s blinking at you, gulping down the nervousness building in his throat.

megumi’s hands flex into your skin before his lips are meeting yours clumsily for the first time, a whining sort of hum vibrating through your lips when you part them and he uses the opportunity to dip his tongue past your own, nose pressing against your cheek as he twists softly into you to deepen it, kissing you senseless until you’re pliant and melting into him.

“can i.. touch you?” megumi mumbles against your mouth, it’s filthy, the change in his tone, dreamy and dripping with want and need, a kind that makes your pussy ache and your breath come uneven as you exhale with reverence across his lips.

“please.” he’s never had someone moan for him like you do in this moment, at his words, nodding eagerly and needy at his question and he feels his skin flare hot when his cock throbs with a familiar need, feeling himself being pulled in by the sound.

he feels your hand cover his, trailing it along your body to where you need him to touch you, before your drool worthy thighs spread as much as they can from where you’re sat on the washing machine, giving him a peek at the damp spot that’s almost teasing him from where it’s forming at the front of your panties.

begrudgingly, megumi pulls away from the kiss, leans back to get a better angle as his fingers stroke softly along the damp fabric, exploring your intimate skin and he sucks in a breath when your thighs twitch, his fingers brushing over your puffy clit.

but then he pauses, peers up at you through heavy eyes and he’s hoping you can read his mind.

thankfully, you do, you smile before your fingers are over his once more, your other hand pulling the thin fabric of your panties aside before you’re guiding and trailing his fingers closer. “let me show you.” letting them part your lower lips to discover the warm slick that’s gathering between them.

this was all new territory for megumi, so he lets himself explore the plains of your pussy—his calloused fingers petting through your folds until they’re pressing over your clit, and he feels his cock twitch with an ache in his pants when he watches you twist under his touch, feeling you press his hand down onto the sensitive bud harder.

“there, please.. megumi.” your drawl vibrates through the small, darkened closet—murmuring his name and he feels something burst and heat along his neck and back, feeling him fumble slightly before he’s finding a pace and rubbing at your clit with two fingers.

he didn’t realise this would be so addictive, that you would be. the way your moaning soft pants of his name and grabbing at the fabric of his shirt, twisting it in your fists while you wiggle and twitch with every swipe of his fingers against you, he can’t look away—he doesn’t want to.

you pull him closer, close enough for you to lean your forehead against his chest and whispering needily against his body, begging him not to stop and it only drives him to press down harder, more eagerly as he drinks in your reactions—watches your body melt into him so intoxicatingly that it feels like his ears are ringing.

“does it feel good?” megumi breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice that’s driven by the weight of his arousal. the slick between your legs is only intensifying, making it easier for him to keep his pace as he swirls his wrist, feels your clit get firmer—more swollen and puffy, sensitive.

“f-feels so good, don’t stop—please.” you gasp, pulling away to cast him a starry-eyed, needy glance before you pull him back in for another kiss and he feels even more lightheaded now than he did the first time he tasted you.

megumi pushes himself against you, keeping the pressure on your pussy as he drinks in your next languid moan of his name, licking into your mouth with such an intensity that makes you gasp—knuckles white where they dig into his shirt before your thighs are stiffening and snapping closed around his wrist when you finally cum.

your thighs quake around him, breaking apart from the kiss wetly to let your head fall back and his other arm almost instinctively hooks around your waist to keep you from falling over entirely.

he keeps up his movements, letting you ride out your orgasm as you grab at him and your hips twist and jolt with every rub of his fingers along your clit, prolonging your blissful state until you’re pushing him away with a whimper and breathless, soft pants.

megumi feels sticky when he pulls away. he’s flushed to his chest and he’s so incredibly aware of how uncomfortably hard his cock is in his pants, but you look ethereal—hazy and pliant and oh so pretty, still lost in the remnants of your tingling pleasure.

“you’re good at that for someone who’s never done it before.” you laugh breathlessly, but it’s not mocking—it’s warm and comforting and accompanied by a smile that makes his cock jump, especially when it’s followed by your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in for another kiss, his hands resting on the dip of your waist almost naturally now.

“do you wanna do more? only if you’re comfortable.” you ask genuinely, against his lips, your fingers twisting in his hair before you nip teasingly at his lower lip when you pull away.

his lust blown pupils meet yours and he nods almost too eagerly, hearing him mutter out a “yes.” after to try and play it cool, but his fingers squeeze at your skin and megumi feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

he stares at you, heavy lids and parted lips when your fingers trail down to his pants—lifting up his shirt to watch the way your pretty fingers tug at the fabric, swallowing thick when the damp patch of pre-cum staining his boxers becomes visible and he mutters out a sorry before you’re grinning at him with a smile that says it’s fine.

he’s nervous, ofcourse, but you’re beautiful and soothing and he lets his palm rest against your thigh as he looms over you, let’s your fingertips work at his clothes and he watches you like every move you make is enchanting.

he sighs when you finally pull down the restraints of his boxers, the sting of sudden sexual freedom only emphasising how painfully hard he is when the cool air in the darkened closet fans over his heightened nerves.

“g-god—“ megumi’s voice catches, his abdomen tightening suddenly with a shock of pleasure when your hands wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few languid pumps as he gasps.

“i don’t have a.. uh—“ he swallows, fingertips smoothing over the skin of your thighs when you hook one of your arms around his shoulders, lifting your hips until you’re perched on the edge of the washing machine.

“you can pull out.” you breathe and megumi only nods, not trusting his words with the sudden dizziness in his mind when he hugs you closer, situating his hips between your spread thighs to kiss you again—groaning while his hands curl into your skin when you swipe the blunt head of his cock through your folds.

it’s embarrassing the effect you have on him already, rubbing your slick all over his cock, and the small whimper that leaves your lips everytime it catches under the hood of your still sensitive clit has his mind blanking.

his cock twitches in your hold when he feels it prod at your flexing hole, until his eyes flutter closed in bliss when he finally begins to sink into you.

megumi breaks the kiss to rest his face in the crook of your neck, cursing softly with a mixture of need and delight as he continues to push into you. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him groan when your walls reward the stretch of his cock with another needy squeeze around him.

he’s long, pretty and warm—making your stretched pussy clench hard around him the deeper he goes. “i-it’s, fuck—it’s tight.” he grumbles, smearing messy kisses along your skin as you grab and scratch at his toned shoulders.

he grunts when he finally bottoms out, leaning the weight of his hips against yours as his fingers grope a little too hard at your skin, his eyes clenched shut as he tries not to lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy so soon—he can’t embarrass himself like that.

“are you okay?” the dark haired male breathes, his voice sounding needier than he expected, pulling back to admire how pretty you look beneath him before you kiss him once on the cheek, mumbling something affirming that has him trembling before he’s drawing his hips back.

your pussy flexes again, as if it’s trying to coax back in every inch you lose and megumi grunts, his jaw clenching before a breathier croon of your name falls from his lips. the first real thrust is a little too eager, clumsy and he whimpers before readjusting his feet—beginning a real pace that’s a little steadier, one that has your toes curling when he hugs you closer, listening to him pant and growl softly between your moans.

“you—you look s-so pretty, that’s what i wanted to tell you—shit, in the living room.”

your hips grind up to meet his and you’re surprised at how good he feels, not realising it’s because he’s focusing on your reactions—the furrow of your brows, the way your mouth is dropping open to moan and the way your pussy is clenching around him tighter everytime he rocks forward.

pushing his cock against something sensitive inside of you while his strong grasp keeps you in place—these are good signs, megumi thinks. “you feel so good, fuck—“

his pace only increases, gets faster, needier as he curses roughly until your body is jolting—each quick thrust leaving you breathless and driven by his pure determination to watch how pretty you look cumming around his cock.

each smack of his hips is loud and clapping, the sound echoing around the darkened closet and you almost forget where you both are—not that you care, when he’s forcing his cock deeper into your slick cunt, his pelvis grinding against your clit while you leave pretty red marks under his shirt, along his back with your nails.

“i’m gonna, fuck—you feel too good, let me f-feel you.” megumi gulps, words almost a plea, letting his slender fingers trace between your bodies until he’s rolling your puffy clit in sticky circles, replicating his earlier movements and pairing it with the back and forth stutter of his hips, until your breath is skipping and he feels your pussy throb around him.

“i’m gonna, ‘gumi! fuck!” you squeal and megumi groans low, hips pressing into yours, snug and tight at the first milking compression of your walls and he bites his lip to hold himself back—panting against your neck as he coaxes and fucks you through another mind numbing orgasm.

“s-so pretty.” he rasps and the praise rolls down your spine and makes your eyes roll back, each thrust cutting off your needy, breathless chants of his name as a ring of gooey cream forms around the base of his cock everytime his hips draw back.

your breathing becomes laboured as drowsiness sets in and megumi finally lets himself go. his cock throbs and thickens inside of you as he squeezes at your hips—his brows crumbling while he pants above you and there’s a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, his darker bangs sticking slightly as he loses himself in the fluttering pull of your body and your cunt.

he groans, scratchy and breathless, when he lets the hot rush of bliss finally consume him and he pulls back, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and it only takes a few languid twists of his wrists, before he’s thickening against his palm and shooting ropes of his creamy load along your glistening folds.

you watch his body tremble from where he leans over you, the arm that’s hooked around your waist tightening in some attempt to pull you closer.

“o-oh—my god.” megumi drawls, his words taking a pitch that’s a little lower than normal as he smears a few sloppy kisses against your cheek and jawline, watching the last of his cum pebble against your skin and pussy before his cock is softening in his hold.

he lets his forehead rest against your shoulder, the closet now only filled with your shared pants and soft sounds of him leaving a few more kisses along your skin.

“so, how was it?” you hum, followed by a sleepy, breathless laugh in megumi’s ear and he can’t hide the way his lips curl into a softer smile when he pulls back to look at you—his hooded eyes watching you closely from under his messy hair as you both get dressed.

“i think that’s obvious.” he rumbles and you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat at how awkward he still is, scratching at the back of his neck nervously despite everything you just done but he melts into you all the same when you pull him in for a quick kiss.

“yo fushiguro! what’s taking you so lo—are you sweating? it is kinda warm in here, huh? hey i gotta show you something, come on!”

both of you almost jump at the sudden intrusion, bodies separating when itadori smiles at you both good-naturedly but also obliviously, even when the open door makes megumi’s blissful, sleepy expression and flushed face all that more obvious when he turns to you.

“hey, uh—you’re coming, right? you’re not leaving yet“ megumi blurts out, honesty in his tone and the nervous pout on his lips is almost comical when he puffs out his cheeks and avoids your gaze.

but you watch his face soften when laughter bubbles past your lips and spills into the atmosphere in the room, feeling his hand loosely intertwine with yours as he playfully rolls his eyes with a ghost of a grin.

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Lee Donghyuck

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature

✧ total: 40 ✧

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one-shots

pussy fiend [68.9k] ☁︎☽

part one [28.2k]

part two [40.7k]

➥ college!au, roommate!au, enemies to friends with benefits to lovers

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romancing [23.7k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, podcast!au, enemies to lovers

running a romance advisory podcast with lee donghyuck means clashing and feuding with him because you’re too hopeless while he’s too realistic. practically everyone in campus listens to it, which is why you have no idea that your co-host has started asking the show for love advice since he’s fallen for someone. for all you know, lee donghyuck does not fall in love, but you don’t know what’s changed.

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uncertainty. [10.2k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, kinda pest!haechan

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the thing about dating [7k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, architecture student!haechan, star hockey player!haechan, barista!reader, strangers to lovers

❝ well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place. and, for the second time, this is not a date. ❞

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i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!) [5.2k] ☁︎

➥ part of the not clickbait series, youtuber!au, best friends to lovers

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my youth [5k] ☁︎☽

➥ newly presented alpha!haechan, omega!reader, a/b/o

“How could I ever forget the omega that made me pop my first knot? Most embarrassing summer of my life.” Jeno groans rubbing a hand over his face.

“You mean we popped our firsts knots. Most embarrassing summer of our lives.” Jaemin adds on shaking his own head. “I still think about that white bikini when I’m beating off. Maybe I should hit her up since she’s back?”

“Doesn’t sound like a good idea..” Haechan mutters gazing out his bedroom window, watching you towel dry your hair.

“You still holding on to that crush dude? You know an omega like that only goes for alphas. You don’t stand a chance.”

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payback [4.9k] ☽

➥ brat!haechan, brat!reader, ft. brat tamer!mark

when you and hyuck take teasing mark a bit too far, he puts you both in your places.

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change your mind yet? [4.6k] ☽

➥ enemies to lovers-esque

you’re going to kill him. you swear, you’re going to kill him. how did liu yangyang accidentally tell lee donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive.)

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reluctant [3.8k] ☁︎

➥ high school!au, fake dating!au, friends to lovers

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in the cards [3.7k] ☁︎☽

➥ virgin!haechan, virgin!reader, best friends to lovers

Best friend Haechan wants you to read his tarot

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i dare you. [3.2k] ☁︎✶

➥ college!au, best friends to lovers

truth: do you like me? dare: prove it.

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motivation [3.2k] ☽

➥ gamer bf!haechan, voyeurism, ft. gamer!jeno

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clueless [2.4k] ☁︎☽

➥��best friend!haechan with a corruption kink

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the bet [2.2k] ☽

➥ ice hockey player!haechan, exhibitionism, friends to lovers

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touch [2k] ☁︎☽

➥ alien!haechan

“We’ve been seeing each other for six weeks now. I should have ended it sooner. She’s getting touchier, her hand travels further up my leg. Kisses turn into full blown make out sessions that end in her riding my thigh. I have to break up with her. It’s too hard. I really liked this one…”

Your boyfriend Haechan’s hiding a big secret. One slip of a touch reveals it all.

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impulse [1.5k] ☁︎☽

➥ bf!haechan

saying i love you for the first time during the heat of the moment doesn’t really count... right?

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dating 101 [678] ☁︎

➥ (wannabe) badboy!haechan

“you’re not very intimidating”

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nice to meet you, soulmate [???] ☁︎

➥ soulmate!au, strangers (?) to lovers

it was your forgetfulness that nearly cost you your grades - however, it was forgetfulness that led him to you.

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series

nothing yet.

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blurbs/ drabbles

as your roommate ☁︎

what kissing him would taste like ☁︎

being surprised by s/o during practice ☁︎

aftercare ☁︎☽ (suggestive)

soft nsfw headcanons ☁︎☽

soft dom!haechan ☽

hard dom!haechan ☽

mean dom!haechan ☽

breeding kink!haechan ☽

how experienced he is ☽

eaten out in an alley ☽

overstim ☽

pierced tongue!mc ☽

letting him ‘practice’ on you ☽

roommate!haechan ☽

stop teasing me so much + first one to make a noise loses + of you can’t sleep... then how about we have sex? ☽

turning haechan on by.. doing literally nothing? ☽

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reacts

fake dating ☁︎

platonic kissing (dream version) ☁︎

platonic kissing (127 version) ☁︎

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#nct #nct au #kpop #nct fanfic #nct haechan #haechan #lee haechan #nct lee haechan #nct donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct lee donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream

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spaceorphan18 · 2 years

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The Spaces In-Between Chapter 6

TITLE: The Spaces In-Between RATING: M PAIRINGS: Eventually Kurt/Blaine, unrequited Kurt/Finn ADDITIONAL TAGS: All the tags! Mostly slowburn romance and friendship SUMMARY: The story of Kurt Hummel’s life in the spaces between what we saw on the show – goes through the entire series, and follows his adventures throughout, including falling in love with Blaine, his friendships with Mercedes and Rachel, and his relationship with his dad.

Thanks to @snarkyhag for the beta - she makes all my work better <3

Thanks to @lallagoglee for the wonderful cover art! <3

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Chapter 6: Confessions

They are gathered in a circle of chairs in an otherwise empty choir room to discuss the choice of mash-up for the glee club competition. Just Kurt and the other guys. Just like usual. Except not really because Kurt has never spent time with any of one these guys, and half of them have thrown him in a dumpster at some point in his life. He cannot believe that Mr. Schuester has forced him to be a part of it. He is so much more comfortable being with the girls - even the mean ones - because at least they don’t look at him like he is some abomination.

Sometimes he cannot believe the universe made him attracted to men. Because most of the time, they are utterly the worst. Still, he can be here. He can do this if he is forced to. He can tolerate them if he must.

“Finn’s going to be late,” Puck says, as he drums on the backwards chair he is sitting on. “Something about going to the nurse’s office. By the way, did you know Mr. Schue’s wife is the nurse now? She’s so fine, I’d totally let her do me.”

Kurt rolls his eyes and bites his tongue as some of the other guys agree.

“What should we do while we wait?” Matt asks.

“What we should do is start discussing our ideas for the competition,” Kurt says. Taking charge comes naturally to him, especially with this league of neanderthals. With Finn not there to guide them, it is a perfect chance for Kurt to express his ideas. Even if being forced into working with the guys is not his first choice, they are still a workable bunch if they tried. But judging by the rancid smell coming off Puck, he is not so sure how well it will work. “I have plenty of ideas for mash ups, and while you boys think you can’t handle some Broadway standards there are plenty of contemporary musicals with plenty of…”

“Yeah, let’s do something a little less fucking gay,” Puck snaps at him. “We’re men. We’re not doing something pussies would do.”

Kurt gives him a sharp look and says nothing. He has a good retort about Hugh Jackman in his back pocket that he could use as a stinging rebuttal, but Puck is not worth the energy. He probably does not even know who Hugh Jackman is.

“I have the perfect idea for a mash-up,” Artie says excitedly. “A combination of Usher’s 'Confessions' with Bon Jovi’s 'It’s My Life.' I already know how it all fits together.”

Kurt sits there numbly as the guys listen to Artie, who has taken charge in less than five minutes. Watching Artie spit out his ideas, with the other guys’ enthusiasm spilling out with every detail, just causes Kurt to sink lower in his chair. So much for the little bit of control he thought he could have.

In theory, Artie is supposed to be the guy he gets along with the most. Thrust into the bottom dregs of the high school society for being different, he and Artie had a commonality between them. Kurt may have been thrown in dumpsters, but Artie had been locked in port-a-poties, left stranded with a broken wheelchair, and even once hoisted up the flagpole by his underwear. He should have had as much issue with the meatheaded jocks as Kurt.

Artie fits into the group of misfits well enough. He is an original member of the glee club. He and Tina, whom Kurt likes pretty well, are best friends. (Or are they dating? It’s hard to tell). Also Mercedes likes him pretty well. Impromptu duets in the choir room often start with Mercedes and Artie joining forces.

Kurt and Artie, however, just do not gel. Artie is able to do something that Kurt cannot, even if he had wanted to, and that is fit in with the other guys. Normally, Kurt doesn’t mind. He finds Artie’s company shallow and his sense of taste… lacking. While he approves of Artie’s decent voice, his choice of favorable music leaves something to be desired. He is fine that he and Artie are not the closest of friends. It doesn’t usually phase him.

But Artie has moved his wheelchair in to be more in the center of the group and, in the process, nearly cuts Kurt out of it. It is a stark reminder that while he and Artie may be outcasts, one of them is able to feign acceptability better than the other. Kurt does not want to fit in with the other guys. He does not need to. But it would be nice, just once, not to feel so isolated.

“With that out of the way we should be talking about more important things,” Artie says.

“Like how Santana Lopez gave me her underwear last period,” Puck says, as if this is some great accomplishment.

Kurt rolls his eyes, hard, as the rest of the boys whoop and whistle. “You know, right now the girls are probably hard at work on their number. I have it on good account that they’ll pull out of the stops for this. As competition they are fierce.”

They pause to stare at him for a moment, then continue on being crude and immature.

“So, last night, I totally banged Santana and Brittany. At the same time,” Puck boasts. “And then, I watched as they banged each other.”

The anger and annoyance Kurt feels whenever Puck is in the room with him starts to boil. Puck is the worst - the utter worst - and that goes beyond the fact that he has been the one to bully him around the most. Everything that comes out of Puck’s mouth is degrading or insulting. Kurt cannot even imagine what terrible home life he must have had to be brought up to be such a raging douche.

“I am so jealous,” Artie says, in awe of Puck. “They are so hot. Especially Brittany. I would so have sex with her.”

“What about Tina?” Mike asks. Kurt notes the sincerity in his tone. Yes, what about Tina, Artie’s supposed girlfriend? “Aren’t you guys together?”

“Of course,” Artie says with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t trade up if I could.”

Kurt shakes his head in disgust.

“But Tina’s really beautiful,” Mike points out. “I don’t think that’s trading up at all.”

Kurt shoots Artie and an indignant look. At least someone in this group seems to be decent.

He likes Mike, even if he has barely had any kind of conversation with him. He had been the only one not to make fun of him (besides Finn) during football practices. He is quieter and always doing homework for his classes and every time Kurt comes into the room, Mike has an easy smile for him. It helps that Mike is a good dancer, and that he is moderately attractive. Interest in glee club might be their only connection, but it is nice to know that there is at least one other sensible male among them.

The only problem is that Mike is never the one to stand up for him. Kurt supposes that is not Mike’s place, and he does not begrudge him that. At least being casually ignored is better than getting constant, singular negative attention.

And, if nothing else, Mike complimented his hat earlier in the day. That alone has won Mike more brownie points than Kurt has to spare on the rest of them.

Matt, for the first time, begins to speak. “Well, you know Mercedes…”

“Mercedes is a goddess among women,” Kurt interjects before any of the degrading can start. He has had it with this conversation. “And all of you should be so lucky if she were to grace you with a mere iota of her time.”

Matt looks at him funny. He doesn’t know Matt, not like the others. Matt has barely spoken two words together in front of him, let alone to him. He does not care, no one gets to disparage Mercedes.

“Dude, chill out,” Puck says. “Fat chicks are chicks, too. I’d totally do her. Have you seen her jugs? I just want to put my face in them.”

“You guys are disgusting,” Kurt says under his breath.

“You know who else is smokin’?” Artie asks. “Quinn. Finn’s so lucky to have been the one to knock her up.”

“Hey now,” Puck cuts him off, his voice vicious at the mention. They all stare at him through the sudden mood change. “That’s Finn’s girl. Show some respect.”

Not a moment later, Finn strides into the room. The first thing he notices (as they all do) is how alert he is. He is talking a mile a minute and he is more energetic than Kurt has ever seen him. Finn had been completely out of it not hours ago - that trip to the nurse must have been something. Kurt finds it incredibly compelling.

Apparently, as Finn explains, he has taken Vitamin D, and now he is energetic as ever as he passes out more of it for all of them. Kurt is hesitant - he prefers natural remedies whenever possible but it is Finn who’s suggesting it... And try as he might - he trusts Finn’s judgment - much more than anyone else in that room.

“Alright guys, who’s ready to start the number? Artie’s given us a great number you say? That’s fantastic, we should get started right now,” Finn says, speaking a mile a minute. “And maybe if we get this in the can, we can think of three more to do, or drive to Mexico and help some poor people, we can do anything really.”

Kurt takes a moment to inspect the little pill he has been given. The rest of the guys easily chug it down but Kurt can’t help but think it over. It is just a vitamin, right? What is the worst that can happen? He takes Vitamin C supplements all the time, so this should be fine, right?

He looks to Finn, whose movements are a bit on the erratic side as he begins explaining what he wants everyone to do. “Mike, let’s get started with the choreography. Artie, I thought you said you had the music ready to go? Are we doing this by ear, or do you have some sheet music? Puck, do you think we should wow Mr. Schue by lifting Artie’s wheelchair during this number? I could totally lift all you guys and throw you around.”

Finn comes from behind Kurt and thrusts Kurt out of the chair. For a second, Kurt feels a soft thrill as Finn’s hands grace his side. He wants to swoon. Finn has never really touched him before, maybe the occasional pat on the back or on his helmet while playing football. But the actual contact is like lightning coursing through his veins. He quickly takes the little pill. If it is enough to get Finn to break through his apprehension in touching him, it is enough for Kurt to at least try it.

“Matt, think you can get those mics set up? I think we can do this whole thing if we try hard enough,” Finn continues, pointing as he shouts all his instructions. “And Kurt, what about costumes? You’re good with that stuff?”

Kurt’s eyes grow wide as he realizes that Finn is actually talking to him. Asking him about his ideas on fashion. His heart skips a beat. “I know just what to do,” Kurt says enthusiastically, for the first time being at all excited about the project. “I’m thinking cornrows and exotic bird feathers.”

Everyone stops, the energy quickly deflating from the room as the boys all stare at him in amazement.

“Not… exactly what I was thinking,” Finn says, averting his eyes. “More like leather jackets and jeans.”

The rest of the guys begin to snicker as Kurt scowls. And just like that, he is back to feeling as he usually does around the guys. Annoyed and disgusted.

Fuck them.

He will just have to find a way to defect to the girls’ side.

#s.o. writes things #the spaces in between #kurt hummel #kurt hummel fic #the great glee rewatch #also found on ao3

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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 1 year

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for the 'why wouldn't date them'

charles, hawkeye, trapper

and i think you might be into twin peaks? if so, dale cooper and donna hayward

whichever ones you want to do :)

Ahhhhhh omg thank you for all of these I want to do them ALL but let's go backwards.

Donna Hayward

Ok so the thing is I AM into Twin Peaks but it's been a while since I've seen it and I tried to watch The Return but I was too stupit to understand much less enjoy it :( sowwy. So I would be dating my own flawed incomplete interpretation of a person, really. Typical Twin Peaks.

Anyways I love Donna! I think we have similar personalities and stuff. In all brutal honesty I think if I were in her situation with a friend like Laura I’d have done similar things. Also yeah maybe her actions did lead a man to suicide but that was NOT her fault. I think the only three things that would prevent an attempt at a relationship here are

1) The obvious. Her taste in men = atrocious. In all the rest of these hypotheticals where the character is already canonically in a relationship or has feelings for another character I’m just like yeah the more the merrier but if Donna insists on inviting her insufferable ass boyfriend into the mix I could NOT fucking do it I’m sorry.

2) This girl is not ready for a relationship yet after All That god damn. But then again neither am I so maybe that balances out. We would need to spend some time as support group buddies just hugging and crying a lot before even considering a date.

3) It is unlikely we would ever interact as I am never setting foot in that town ever in my life are you kidding me. Donna is super pretty in both her incarnations but I’m sorry I don’t think any pussy pops severely enough for me to risk going to fucking doorknob hell or some shit.

Dale Cooper

Ignore everything I said in that last paragraph. I change my mind. I forgot my beautiful autism creature husband is here. I would risk it all for a date with Dale Cooper and so would all who know and perceive the truth. AND he’s got two hot girlfriends with him at least one of whom is ALSO an autism creature??? Sign me the FUCK up for this polycule IMMEDIATELY. “Oh but OP what about the horrors” I don’t even fucking care it’s fine. Dale can have little an evil doppelganger. As a treat.

Still there are some problems:

1) Dale is an FBI agent and Harry is a cop. Booooooo!!!! But maybe if Annie and Caroline and I unionize we can force them to quit their jobs.

2) Unclear if I would be forced to join the Black Lodge Horror Vision Rotation along with Annie and Caroline. Boring and time consuming task and unlike Laura you don’t even get to do a Big Scream.

3) I personally actually don’t like pie or coffee at all :( I’m sorry babygirl I understand if this is a deal breaker.

Trapper McIntyre

You know that “golden retriever boyfriend” joke? Trapper is like THE golden retriever boyfriend to me. Which I mean as an absolute compliment! Golden retrievers are friendly, helpful, adorable, lovable dogs. I am always up to pet a golden retriever.

But the thing is, I would never get one myself. They’re just a bit too big, bit too much energy, bit too messy, and anyways I prefer cats. No hate, no judgment, just a series of tiny preferences. Not into jocks, not into casual no-strings-attached type relationships, not super into kids, you know how it is. Boring and petty answer but I just feel like this adorable happy-go-lucky goldie deserves the PERFECT forever home and obviously he’s one of the most popular of all the dogs at the Mashblr shelter so I know he’ll get adopted super fast. So I can turn my attention to the miserable ass overbred old cat in the corner <3

Hawkeye Pierce

Oh, Hawkeye. I just don’t think so. Idk what’s wrong with me but I have to work to see Hawkeye as like. A dateable entity in my mind. He’s our little scrunkly! It’d be weird to date a scrunkly. BUT maybe I’ve just been overexposed to him purely by dint of being in the fandom he’s the main character of, because objectively I DO find Mr. Alda’s portrayal of him in certain scenes to be Attractive (TM), and seeing clips of his charisma and charm and humor and all that good handsome stuff is literally what got me to check out the show in the first place! Man. What happened. Hmm.

I think one issue is that scenes where he’s explicitly trying to be Romantic and/or Seductive have just never done it for me. Like comparing Hawkeye’s lovey scenes with Kyung Soon to Charles’ with Martine, there’s no contest in how they make me feel. To me, Hawkeye is honestly at his most appealing when he’s radiating Friend Energy, which is why his casual relationships actually work really well IMO; you feel like he’s truly a great pal to the nurses he hooks up with. This is also, I think, one of Piercintyre’s great strengths as a ship, because Hawkeye and Trapper both have amazing Friend Energy and then their natural compatibility makes that bleed seamlessly into sweet romantic vibes. And to be clear I would LOVE to be in a Friends To Lovers relationship too but unfortunately I am cringely obsessed with loveydovey romance in a way I’m not sure Hawkeye is even capable of. Plus there’s also just the fact that I’m a shy waiting til marriage person and I suck at banter and yeah it’s just not working. In conclusion neither Hawkeye nor Trapper should date me they should date each other!! But we knew that :P

THAT CUNT

There are 10000000 reasons not to date Charles. But I will be doing it anyways ^_^ Peace and love on planet earth <3

Anyways I’m not bringing up his Problematicness as a reason here because I didn’t bring it up for anyone else and nobody noticed, so why should it be any different with him. Like no obviously I would not date this dumbfuck racist but I also would not date a guy who thinks it’s a funny prank to make a woman think she’s being sexually assaulted. I also for that matter would not date a guy who works with the dumbfuck racist and is like aw, ya know what, he’s not that bad really :) the second they have a chance to have a bonding moment. I guess I have decided to be a buzzkill about that forever now btw sorry :( oh well

But ok no real talk I would Not date Charles unless one very specific condition is met, which is that I have whatever magic stardust they sprinkled on his single-episode love interests before they put them in the story that made him be utterly besotted with them, because more than any other character on the show, it seems, the difference between Regular Charles and Charles In Love is so hysterically huge??? Like fuck. My dudes. We’ve done it. We found the one villain who actually does do a complete 180 and starts trying to act right as soon as a girl takes pity on him enough to look at him twice. (Disclaimer: I haven’t seen Ain’t Love Grand yet I’m sorryyyyyyyy) He’s so ~romantic~ and it’s like catnip to me unfortunately. :\ The total opposite of what I said about Hawkeye up there. Offers a girl his stupid little teacup and recites poetry at her. Unbelievable. Did anyone ever think about the fact that maybe I would like to be offered a teacup and recited poetry at. No. You all only think about yourselves.

Like even though objectively the way he nukes his relationship with Martine was hurtful to both of them, he’s so Tender the whole time it’s insane. She turned him into her pauvre petit miaou miaou overnight. I want that power so fucking bad I NEED that power so fucking bad. Say it with me everyone. I Could Fix Him. (”But OP Martine and Donna DIDN’T fix him he still left them both and never mentioned them again?” Yes but don’t worry they were just loosening the lid on his jar a little bit. I’ll get him open you’ll see. He’s gonna be soooo well trained when I’m done I’ll make him apologize to Maxwell and everything. He won’t even need the shock collar after a few weeks.)

But yeah if I have to like, try to appeal to him on my own it’s not fucking happening. I have no desire to hear the equivalent of a DOS deepfake hologram that has become evil due to being trained on text scraped from youtube comments tell me I’m ugly and stupid, which is exactly what would happen. Up til now I’ve sidestepped the issue that I do not think any of these people would give me the time of day (except Maxwell who would take pity on me probably because he is sososo Good) but I cannot ignore how much Charles just would Not like me. I don’t know how the selfshipper community does it they’re braver than any fucking US marine over there fr. Charles would look at me like I was a gross little bug on the ground and I can’t escape it. Oh well. Who needs him. Where’s your sister you dipshit I’m about to GET IT

#THANK YOU for this kind ask beloved mutual!! Sorry it got long and weird it's been a rough week and I'm afraid that may have bled through #to all these answers which I'm so irritated at myself for but I can't fix it OTL #Starky loves answering questions #majorbaby #I LOVE when people notice what fandoms I'm in it makes me so happy thank youuuu #anyways DOS leading romantic hero of all time but nobody ever let him fucking BE one. humanity deserves to be driven to extinction for this #wtf is ''You give the longest compliments I've ever heard'' ''Then let me be more succinct [adorable kiss]'' BITCH I'M GOING TO KILL YOU #WHAT IF I WANTED A LITTLE KISS HMM!!!!!!! WHAT THEN!!!!!!!#Anyways I used to get so sad knowing my favorite characters wouldn't like me. Cried alone in my room over it as a kid.#Now it's just like whatever. Join the club.#Anyways I LOVE how DOS' insanely amazing ability to sell those one-episode romances better than any other main cast member #inadvertently makes Charles seem uniquely susceptible to falling in love at first sight and being an embarrassing little hopeless romantic #which is an absolutely hysterical trait to give your rude brooding misanthropic antagonist #''I hate everyone in the world and they are all beneath me #except for this random girl I met yesterday who is Everything to me I love her SO much <3<3<3''#SEE. LITERALLY A GUY FROM AN X READER ''I CAN FIX HIM'' FIC.#Actually in my experience most X Reader types are fairly uninterested in fixing the him in question despite all the bad press they get #like at most they only care that the Him is nice to THEM and sometimes not even that #like I'm sure this is a phenomenon IRL but it's really not there much in the kinds of fanfiction #that everyone blames for causing said IRL phenomenon #I know this because I AM an I Can Fix Him person! And I'd be the one to find Fixing Him content if it existed!#for me it's only fun if there's fixing involved tbh. I don't want a Mafia Boss Wattpad BF that's not fun.#that's literally just a guy being mean to you. do we not get enough of that IRL. I want a little project!!!#these tags are one giant red flag for me as a person but you should have known I was unsalvageable the second I begged off a date with Trap #NOT the behavior of a mentally well person #mash

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