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#HE LITERALLY SAID THE GIRLS IS ALL HE HAS AND EVEN WENT FAR AS TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF SO THE GIRLS CAN BE SAVED
animasola86 · 23 hours
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I had the idea of facesitting with professor sharp but reader (or mc idk what you prefer) is hesitant
Thank you for the ask! I went a little overboard with this (as I often do), and I apologize for whatever I made this fine gentleman do, but I hope you still enjoy! (If anyone would like to request me with anything as well, please go on ahead! My asks are open!)
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Fountain of Youth
Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!mc
Genre: Fluff/Smut // Words: 4.2k // [READ ON AO3]
Synopsis: Aesop Sharp has tried everything to soothe the aches of his battered body, and nothing seems to work, but then he comes across a well of youth in the form of a young lover who is willing to feed him everything he's ever wanted, and more.
WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Established student/teacher relationship. Size difference. Age gap. Oral sex. Facesitting. Fingering.
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Fountain of Youth
They say having a young lover is good for body and soul, and he couldn't agree more. When Aesop Sharp decided to throw caution to the wind and indulge in a rather unusual and certainly forbidden kind of affair, he knew he'd do anything to keep his girl entertained. Not that she ever demanded it, no, she was far from requesting anything, she was the most selfless person he had ever met, and most of the time she was doing everything to keep him happy.
And how happy he was when she would indulge him. It had taken him a while to accept her generous offers, but now he couldn't live without them, without her, be it bouncing on his lap, hidden between his thighs under his desk, or simply pressed against him in bed, deeply connected.
And he wanted to give back, but the state of his body often forbade any activity that was more than sliding his cock into her tight heat. It pained him, literally and mentally, that he couldn't indulge her the same way she did him.
She didn't mind, of course. And she never complained, not even when she left his office or bedroom with a limp because her body had struggled to accommodate the immense size difference between them. She was so tiny in his arms, to be fair he was a giant amongst humans, figuratively, and still she seemed to thrive on it, embrace it and him whenever she could, no matter how much pain he caused her.
Then again she must be some sort of masochist if she spent her time with him rather than with the other seventh-years. He was still a grumpy old man most of the time, even though he wasn't that old, but next to her he did feel his age sometimes.
And yet they connected somehow, not just physically. He felt drawn to her, felt his heart beat faster when he saw her, when she smiled at him. When she'd touch him, his skin would tingle and his sore muscles warmed in anticipation, whether her small hands would massage them or not.
She radiated warmth, inside and out, and while he was very fond of feeling her tight little sheath envelop him in a perfect fit, he also enjoyed holding her small body in his arms, pressed to his chest, breathing in her lovely scent. And it didn't stop there, a smile, a look, a stolen glance across the classroom, and he felt at least five years younger when a strange sensation of heat gathered in his guts.
And somehow, he wanted more, wanted all of her.
One day, she was sitting on a shelf in his hidden hobby room and watched him whittle. She said she loved seeing him work with his hands, and while he knew she also loved having the same hands all over her body and his fingers knuckles deep in her cute little cunt, he also appreciated it when she observed him while he engaged in one of his other hobbies, apart from indulging her. He spent most of his free time sketching landscapes (or more recently her) or doing a little woodwork to keep his hands nimble (for her).
A little sigh escaped her, and he looked up at her, perched on the high ledge of the sturdy shelf, right next to one of those wooden dolls he sometimes made to gift (or scare) his colleagues. At least Abraham seemed to like them, while Mirabel seemed utterly scared by them. And his young lover certainly enjoyed their company too. He'd often catch her re-arranging them behind his back, telling him they must have moved on their own, and to be fair, sometimes he did think they had a mind of their own.
“Everything alright, sweetheart?” he asked and put the tools down, patiently smiling up at her.
“Yes, everything's fine,” she said quietly as she shifted on the shelf, her feet dangling off. He noticed that her skirt had ridden up slightly and her blouse was halfway unbuttoned, and by the way she pressed her thighs together, he knew everything was definitely not fine. A knowing smile grazed his lips.
He stood up with a groan, straightened the old bones, and walked closer to her. At his height, his eye level was right between her legs, and he didn't hesitate to push them apart to stand closer to her. Inhaling deeply to take in her scent, and oh the sweet scent she was emanating, he quickly found the cause of it too: she wasn't wearing any underwear. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and watched him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her hands found his head, fingers caressing his hairline and scalp, and he tilted it to look up at her.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispered gravelly, wiping sawdust from his hands before he hooked his arms around her legs to caress her soft thighs.
She licked her lips, a shy blush blooming on her cheeks. “I...”
“Use your words, darling.”
His deep voice caused her to shiver, and he felt the goosebumps as they rippled over her bare skin. While she still struggled to tell him what she needed (even though he already knew it quite well, but he liked to tease her a little every now and then), he leaned his cheek against the inside of her thigh, his beard rubbing against her flesh, and she keened softly.
He eyed her closely, patiently. When she finally spoke, her words made him shiver for a change.
“I want you to taste me,” she whispered, holding his gaze, and he saw that her pupils were blown with lust.
Giving her a warm smile, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her inner thigh. Then once more, and again, kiss after kiss until he reached her heat, and how warm she was. Warm and wet. His good little girl. He kept his hands on her legs, holding them open while he leaned closer, his eyes still on her flushed face as he took a deep breath, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. She shuddered visibly, biting her lip in a way that was both cute and sensual, which she knew drove him crazy.
Breathing a little rougher against her sensitive skin, he planted soft kisses along her lower stomach, moved back to her thighs, teased her by slowly inching closer to her folds. He took his sweet time, leaving a trail of fire along her soft flesh, and while she was squirming slightly on the shelf, growing impatient, he smirked to himself before he put his mouth to the hidden little bundle of nerves – and she gasped and jerked her hips against him.
He held her in a tight grip while he flicked his tongue up and down her nub, feeling it throb against him, while her wetness gathered between her folds. She had her hands on her mouth to muffle her noises, and he only needed to throw her a dark glance, tsking into her heat, and she lowered them, face fully flushed, lips quivering.
Leaning back only a little, he rasped: “I want to hear you, sweetheart.”
She nodded obediently, grabbing the edges of the shelf instead to steady herself. Her arms were shaking. Smiling at her, he focused back on her pretty little pussy. Kissing her mound, he returned to her clit, gently licking it, nibbling on it, and when he pulled it between his lips, she squeaked and squirmed in his hold, her thighs twitching against him.
More mewls escaped her when he started lapping along her lower lips, gathering her wetness on his tongue, tasting her, and he closed his eyes when he took it all in, her scent, her warmth, that sweet, sweet taste. He seldom indulged her like this, eating her out was not the best on his sore joints and muscles, his stiff leg always getting in the way of his enjoyment, but she sometimes found positions to make it easier for him.
He continued moving his tongue through her slit, parting those soft lips, nibbling on them, pulling them into his mouth, while she whimpered softly, her body twitching slightly. When he rubbed his stubbled chin against her soft skin, she gasped and let out a sweet little moan, and his eyes flew open as he watched her arch her head back, neck exposed, hair falling over her shoulders, eyes rolling back in delight.
She loved having his beard all over her, the sound alone, she said, could drive her right over the edge, and she would sometimes just move her fingers over his rough cheeks and mewl quietly while doing so. So he indulged her and scraped his chin along her inner thighs before pressing it to her clit and slowly shaking and nodding his head, feeling the convulsions before the moans left her pretty mouth.
He watched her closely, taking in every single reaction to his ministrations. She was close, he could tell, shivers and shudders and goosebumps rolling over her limbs, and instead of teasing her further, he returned his mouth to her clit, giving it a few hard sucks, and she unravelled right in front of him, shrieking softly when she came. He put his mouth to her folds and lapped at her wetness, gulping it down like a man parched, his tongue moving between her lips and dipping into her quivering cunt, her contractions clenching around the soft muscle as he pushed it deeper into her.
She moaned louder, the feeling of his stubble must be overwhelming for her as he pressed his face to her heat, his hands tightening around her legs as she started convulsing on the shelf. She came again, her noises echoing through the small room, filling his ears as much as her taste filled his mouth. He licked up her slick with long broad strokes, from her clenching hole to her throbbing clit, his own deep groans vibrating through her core, adding to the sensation he was sure.
Her hands gripped his hair then as she bucked her hips against his face, mewling and moaning, barely able to contain herself. He held her in his iron grip, fingers digging into her soft thighs, possibly leaving bruises at this point, but he kept going, addicted to her taste, to her juices, and she was very generous tonight.
Eventually he slowed his ministrations, gently kissing her puffy lips, giving her clit one last lick, before he leaned back, loosening his arms around her legs to bring one hand to her mound, softly rubbing it to calm her.
She was a quietly whimpering mess, her lips parted and quivering, her eyes hooded and exhausted as she finally came down from the highs he had given her. He grabbed her waist and lifted her off the shelf, gently cradling her in his arms as she leaned her head against his shoulder and smiled contently.
“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely.
He smiled back and brought his wet lips to hers, and despite her spent state, she grabbed his face and returned the kiss in full, tasting herself in his mouth as her tongue slipped between his lips to meet his own. He carried her to the table and sat her down gently, still glued to her mouth, savouring her sweet taste, before he leaned back and sighed deeply. Pressing his lips to the top of her head, he hummed softly and whispered: “No, thank you.”
She watched him with her cheeks burning when he returned to his woodworking, feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on anything.
Like with any good, fulfilling beverage, he soon felt its effect dwindling, and after a couple of days, he was lying in bed, cuddled up to his young lover, and felt every sore muscle and strain and ache almost tenfold. He could barely move, and even though he never told her that he was in pain, she seemed to notice it nonetheless and tried her best to keep his body as relaxed as possible.
Right now, she had her small hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it expertly while she planted soft kisses on his broad chest, and he just lay on his back, not even able to raise a hand to return her touches. Clenching his jaw, he watched her, his eyes roaming her beautiful body, every curve and bump and hollow, taking it all in, how her breasts moved with every deep intake of air, how goosebumps rippled over her skin when he would hum or groan under the surprisingly strong grip of her hand.
He felt his stomach tighten when she moved her little mouth to nibble on the bulging veins on his shaft, her warm tongue lapping at his hot skin, cooling and warming it simultaneously. His breaths quickened, and he closed his eyes when he felt her lips closing around his tip, gently sucking on it, her tongue flicking against his slit.
Slowly he moved his hand up, his arm shaking slightly, and put it on her thigh, fingers closing around it almost fully. She leaned back and met his hooded gaze, licking her lips. Her eyes were warm and kind, a soft smile grazing that full, wet mouth. He tilted his chin up, giving her a little nod, and she crawled towards him and kissed his cheek, watching him closely, careful not to put any weight on him.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered, her fingers rubbing along his stubbled jaw.
“I need to taste you again,” he said gruffly, his voice hoarse and strained.
She looked a little conflicted, wondering what to do. He wasn't capable of moving much, and she knew that. He was also about to ask something of her they had never done before, but he knew she wouldn't shy away from it, she was usually very open with trying anything new with him. She was a great student, and he had taught her well.
“Sit on my face,” he said bluntly and noticed how her eyes widened.
“Are you sure? Won't that hurt you?” she whispered, biting her lip.
“It'll be fine,” he rasped.
“H-how do you w-want me to... sit?” she asked quietly, her voice shaking.
He fought the strain in his arms and raised them to place his hands on her waist and guide her towards him. “Sit on my chest, then lean on your knees, facing the headboard. Grab it if you like, to keep your balance.”
She hesitated, but then slowly did as he told her, swinging her leg over him and positioned her knees on either side of his head, her expression still uncertain. Without him mentioning it, she kept her entire weight off him as she leaned on her knees, her beautiful cunt hovering right over his mouth. Her scent was intoxicating. His eyes roamed every inch of her sex, and by the way she squirmed, her legs trembling, he knew she was a little uncomfortable with him staring at her like that.
“You're beautiful,” he told her, his eyes moving up to meet hers. She leaned back slightly to be able to see him, a shy smile grazing her lips. His hands rested on the curve of her rear, gently pulling her closer, and she strained her thighs and followed the hint, gently pressing her folds to his face. A surprised mewl escaped her when his beard rubbed against her soft skin. He inhaled deeply, feeling her shuddering on top of him as he did so.
Pulling her even closer so he wouldn't have to strain his neck, he pressed his lips to her labia before his tongue darted out and licked along her slit. Her taste immediately filled his mouth, her little whimpers filled his ears, and when he closed his eyes, he lost himself in her completely. Lapping at the wetness gathering between her folds, he felt his body relaxing beneath her, his sore muscles warming, and he was able to really grip her plump arse cheeks, kneading them as he sucked and nibbled on her soft lips, pulling them between his teeth and into his mouth, coaxing all the sweet sounds out of her throat.
While he laved her wet skin, his nose kept brushing against her clit, and instinctively or not, she writhed against him, moving lower until he was able to give that sensitive bundle of nerves the same treatment as her folds. She moaned when he sucked on it, his tongue flicking against it, rolling it, and the more he abused her little nub, the more wetness seeped against his chin.
She was still only hovering above him, straining her thighs, her arms outstretched to hold onto the headboard to steady herself. Always so considerate of him. He adored her for it, but he needed her to really engage here, so he could really engage her.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” he hummed against her clit, licking it gently. She squirmed and moaned quietly, tensing on top of him.
“I don't want to hurt you,” she managed to croak out between breaths.
“You won't,” he assured her, his hand tightening around her bum to push her down on him. She still fought it, shuddering under the exertion. “Come on, darling, indulge me.”
She let out a shuddering breath, then slowly lowered herself. It wasn't that she weighed a lot, she barely weighed anything in his eyes, she was just a soft little creature made of sunshine and smiles after all, but when she finally sat down on his face, he felt it. Her lower lips parted around his mouth, and she shivered when his beard rubbed against her sensitive skin. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent, feeling dizzy for a moment, a sensation that wasn't unpleasant at all, before he let his tongue dart out and lap at her soft skin, her wetness basically seeping into his mouth now.
His grunt against her sex made her squeak softly, and she seemed to really force herself not to move against him, still afraid she might hurt or suffocate him. But he had never felt better. He kissed and licked her inner folds, his tongue teasingly dipping into her clenching hole while his nose rubbed against her clit. Her mewls shuddered through her entire body, and he closed his eyes and pushed deeper, his tongue pressing past her entrance, licking at her soft walls.
She started twitching, her noises tumbling out of her uncontrollably, her wetness gathering on his tongue and his lips, and he barely managed to lap it all up before she gave him more. His fingers dug into her soft bum cheeks, teasing along the cleft between them, before he moved them back and hooked his arms around her thighs, holding her open as she started to clamp her legs together in anticipation of her approaching release.
Her arms fell from the headboard and rested next to his head, fingers clawing at the bedsheets, as her hips bucked against his face, and despite never having done this before, she was as usual a quick learner and despite her initial inhibitions not too shy to engage as well instead of letting him do all the work. While he lapped at her folds, sucking and nibbling, drinking up her juices, his groans mixing with muffled slurping and squelching sounds, she slowly gyrated her pelvis against his face, her moans so soft they soothed the aches in his body almost as much as her wetness running down his throat.
He felt light-headed, nearly delirious when her taste and scent took over everything else, and when her movements on top of him grew harder and faster, he let her ride it out, use his face to get her where she wanted to go, and all he could do was lap up her juices, his tongue alternating between stimulating her clit and dipping into her clenching cunt.
The moment stretched forever, and frankly, he could have lived in it for just as long, but then she gasped, spasmed, and cried out loudly as she forced her heat firmer against his mouth, really suffocating him now, before she arched her back and lifted herself only slightly, allowing him to breathe and get a perfect view of how she came undone right on top of him.
Her clit throbbed visibly, her glistening pussy fluttering, and before she could shower him in her juices, he had pressed her heat against his mouth, holding her closely as she convulsed against him, mewls and moans slipping from her, and he lapped and slurped up every single drop she gave him. She collapsed on top of him, spent and limp, her body heavy on his face, but he felt the effect immediately as her warmth filled his stomach.
Using his elbows to push himself up, he rolled her around, carefully placing her down before he grabbed her thighs and dove between them once more, the soreness of his body gone almost completely. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he wanted to make the best of it. She was sprawled on the bed, arms beside her head, legs twitching, chest heaving with her small breasts quivering, nipples perked up, while he lapped and nibbled at her folds, bent over her small frame.
Her taste was addictive, all-consuming, clouding his mind. He had no idea for how long he had licked her quivering cunt, but when a soft hand dug into his hair, he looked up, his dark eyes glazed over, and saw her watching him, her face flushed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her lips trembling. He leaned back reluctantly, but then he noticed how red and puffy her sensitive skin looked, and he could have kicked himself for not seeing it earlier. He had licked her raw.
Giving her mound a soft peck, he crawled up her body, caging her in on his hands and knees, while he looked down at her, licking his moist lips. Her small hands moved up and rubbed his cheeks, wiping her wetness from his face before she pulled him closer and kissed him softly. He shared her taste with her and breathed deeply into her mouth, slowly coming down from the high she had given him. She was dangerously intoxicating. She was his drug.
He rolled off her then, still kissing her softly, pulling her soft body against his while his hand moved along her sides until he dipped it between her thighs. Her skin was burning, radiating heat against his palm, and she winced when he touched her, but didn't fight it when he caressed her mound carefully, hoping his calloused fingers wouldn't make it worse. But her body adjusted by making her wet again, coating his fingers and her oversensitive skin.
She was a miracle.
Sighing contently, he released her mouth for a moment, looking deep into her eyes, almost getting lost in the softness of her gaze. His fingers dipped between her folds, teasing at her entrance, and she mewled quietly, her hands rubbing over his stubbled cheeks, and he could see how much the sound and his ministrations affected her as her eyes rolled back and her lips trembled and her body shuddered in nothing but bliss.
He swallowed her moans by claiming her mouth once more, pushing his tongue deep into it at the same time as he pushed two fingers into her warmth, the wet squelching sound like music in his ears. She bucked against him while he pumped his digits in and out of her, harder and faster and deeper, and when her walls clenched around him, she cried out against his lips, her thighs pressing around his hand as he stroked her through her orgasm.
It took him everything not to lean down again and lap at her juices, instead he let her wetness coat his fingers while he kissed her softly as she spasmed against him. When she relaxed in his hold, he continued to massage her soft flesh and watched her melting into the bed. Pulling his free arm around her, he held her close to his chest, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her breaths deep and soft before she slipped into unconsciousness.
His fingers remained buried inside her heat, and he was tempted to continue his ministrations, maybe even indulge in something more, use her willing body for his own release, but he refrained, ignoring the throbbing of his cock. Kissing her sweaty forehead, he snuggled against her, holding her in his arm and her cunt with his hand as he soaked his fingers in her wetness. Inhaling deeply to take in as much of her scent as possible, he closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth that radiated from her tiny body.
He might have stiff fingers and a sore wrist tomorrow, but he didn't dare to disconnect from her, from her warmth and those delicious juices, from her well of youth. He felt it rushing through his veins, like liquid fire warming his sore muscles and the aches of his battered body.
It was truly addictive.
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End notes: Initially I was hesitant to write this, because I couldn't quite see Daddy Sharp here engaging in oral sex like that... but I guess, in the right positions, sure, why not! And I mean, the beard is an added bonus to that, so who wouldn't like that? XD
You know, I was never into the whole Daddy/little girl kink, I accepted it, I read smut with it, ofc, but I never felt anything but slight cringe for it... but this man, dude, why does it work so well with him? (I still refuse to let my protagonists call him Daddy though, nope, but the dynamic is growing on me!)
So, thank you for reading whatever this was! And thanks again for the request! It was really fun! (Give me more, please!)
MORE SHARP SMUT:
Scars
Peace and Comfort
A Demonstration of Power and Support
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eloise175 · 3 days
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Live reaction of chapter 145 brought to you by yours truly on one half working neuron ✨ (some spoilers here and there from upcoming chapters so beware!)
Penelope looks so sickly, the bags under her eyes are so unsettling, no wonder Callisto lost it and tried to drag her to the palace when he took notice of her condition
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She stayed up all night overthinking and couldn’t catch a moment of sleep after confirming her suspicions that Ivonne is indeed the Laila and she wasn’t mistaken on Soleil…she is exhausted and ready to give up, free my girl she went through enough 😭
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I didn’t think it would be possible but her wrists are even thinner than last time…PENELOPE GET BEHIND ME. I’ll protect you from these stinky men eugh🤺🤺🤺
Callisto tends to be really headstrong and protective when it comes to Penelope, but despite being very over the top on different occasions he was not exaggerating with this one. He had a good reason to lose it *sobbing*
like. her wrist are shaped like scrawny twigs 😭 Penelope I love you, but please eat
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FEAR NOT CALLISTO IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY 🗣️🦅
I really like that she actually called Callisto by name instead of his title again, this is the first time she calls him by name out loud 🥹
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And it’s always his golden hair that she notices first, she’s so real for that. Penelope probably has a hidden fantasy of running her fingers through his hair, who wouldn’t tbh
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AUGH he looks so soft here, I cannot comprehend how Penelope managed to restrain herself from yanking him down and kissing him, in her place I would’ve done that a looong time ago
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It’s this scene from chapter 161 of the novel, I can’t believe we’ve come this far, this scene is finally getting illustrated. Still feels like a fever dream 😭😭
Snippet from novel chapter 161:
Arm still covering my eyes, I called irritably, "I said to let no one in."
"Does that include a member of the imperial family?"
The voice belonged to someone I hadn't been expecting to hear. I quickly lowered my arm, the sudden light stinging my eyes. I could make out his luxurious golden hair and ruby-red eyes, even as my vision blurred, trying to adjust.
"Callisto?"
I wondered if I was dreaming as I stared blankly up at the man in front of me. His ruby eyes suddenly darted downwards until they were much closer to my face, and his golden hair was tickling my forehead.
He scrunched up his nose, "I can't have you waking up already. I haven't even kissed you yet." His laughing baritone was loud and clear thanks to our close proximity and his words jolted me to attention.
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I will print this panel and plaster it on my wall so it can be the first thing I see when I wake up. Father and mother are back to serve us the most delicious, toe-curling, gut-wrenching angst
There’s a certain appeal in knowing we’ll get Callisto ins shambles in the next chapter. He will be so angry too, can’t wait for his new range of expressions, Suol is going so hard with these last few chapters, literally feeding us with masterpiece after masterpiece ✨🤭
Y’all better get your ibuprofen ready because we’re suffering from now on, and it’s only suffering, hurt no comfort type of thing. The coming of age scene where Penelope collapsed will be in about 7/8 chapters at most so we’ll be served angst continuously ✨🫶
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hanjsquokka · 2 months
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MILF Next Door - [ Han Jisung ]
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🐿 SYNOPSIS : Jisung gets a new neighbor and he's completely head over heels. Love at first sight — in his opinion. And he's not going to let an adorable three year old get in the way of true love.
GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, light fluff, smut
PAIRING : neighbor! jisung × fem! single mom reader
CONTENT WARNING : perv! jisung, jisung is a simp and he's horny, mature language, mentions divorce (not between jisung and reader), single parenting, (smut warnings under the cut)
WORD COUNT : 4.5K
AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is just trash tbh but here we go
minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content
SMUT WARNING : sub leaning jisung, slightly dom reader, oral (m receiving), riding, nicknames (good boy, baby, etc.), jisung has thing for moms, orgasm denial, piv, unprotected sex (pls don't do this)
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Jisung was curious — to say the least. He was working on producing a song for his friend Changbin (honestly one of the best rappers Jisung had ever met) when he heard loud thumps from the corridor outside and the apartment next door. He heard a lot of shuffling — thanks to the wonderfully thin walls, and it was safe to say that he had gotten a new neighbor. He'd been trying to get a peek at them, in a completely friendly way obviously, but they seemed really private or they went out a lot. He was just about to assume that it was probably another working adult when one day, he was on the balcony in the morning for some fresh air. He'd been working the whole night and desperately needed to inhale something that wasn't carbon dioxide.
Which was when he spotted... you. You were putting some pots in your balcony, maybe for a few plants. Who was this beauty and why have I never seen her before? You looked pretty. Far too pretty for Jisung to stop staring at you like a literal creep. Thankfully the microwave started beeping loudly, so he had to go back inside and save his re-heated dinner from going cold. When he went back out again, you were gone. All that was left, were a few empty pots and packets of seeds.
I have to see her again.
Jisung not to secretly tried to get another look at his new neighbor, trying to determine when you would go out so he could casually bump into you and say hi. It was highly unlikely you were still single — who would not fall for a pretty girl like that? But he had to try.
After a week, he gave up. Maybe you just wanted to be left alone. He was returning home late one day, tired from his long day at the recording studio with Changbin who was not satisfied even after twenty retakes of the same verse. He was so tired, his vision was blurry and he bumped his foot loudly against the door. "Shit!" He cursed, wincing as he tried to step back. He was just about done with everything when the door next door opened, revealing the insanely pretty girl with concern masking your features. You were wearing pajamas, some part of his brain noted, pajamas with squirrels on them. Why did that make make him feel things?
Great going Jisung. Amazing first impression.
"Sorry, I heard some loud noises — are you okay?" You asked. You pushed away the hair covering your eyes. He took in more of your features. Your wispy bangs, your almost black eyes, your nose, the pink in your cheeks and your lips. Oh god. He could feel all sorts of wild thoughts running through his mind. Most of which were not child friendly.
Jisung couldn't look away. "Yeah. Yeah I'm good. Thank you." He said, mustering a smile to match the one forming on your face. I'm doomed. "You're new... right? I'm Jisung. Han Jisung." Nice save dork.
"Y/n. I've been meaning to introduce myself. I've just been busy and —"
You never had time to finish your sentence because a kid appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and clinging onto your leg. What the — "Mama..."
"Sorry baby, did I wake you up?" You asked softly, picking up the kid in your arms. Jisung's heart was plummeting. No way. No fucking way — "I was just saying to the nice man next door. Say hi." The little boy waved cutely.
Jisung returned the gesture, too stunned to speak. "Is he your...."
"Huh? Yeah —" Your face broke into another huge grin. "This is my son, Sunghwan." The sleepy kid perked up at the mention of his name before starting to doze off again on your shoulder. "I should put him back to sleep. It was nice meeting you Jisung." You bowed and went back inside your house, closing the door behind her, leaving Jisung in a state of utter shock and confusion.
The pretty (sexy) girl next door was not only taken, but you were married and had a kid. Why did the universe like toying with his heart so much? Jisung went inside his own house, closing the door with a grumpy face. He really got too ahead of himself, didn't he?
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A few days later, he ran into the pretty married girl with an adorable kid at the supermarket. Well — he ran into your adorable kid first. Jisung was piling up on snacks since he needed the sugar, when he spotted a small child trying to hold onto candy bars and grab more from the shelves. Upon getting a closer look, he noticed it was the kid from next door! He couldn't just leave the little boy, now could he? Not when he knew him. He had to take responsibility as a neighbor and a decent dude to bring him back to his mom.
So he approached the kid. "Hey little guy, where's your mom?" He asked, crouching down to his height. He really was cute (just like his mom).
"She buying vegetables. Bleh." The kid made a disgusted face, making Jisung laugh.
"You don't like vegetables?"
"No. They gross. I like candy!" He said excitedly, holding up the goodies that he piled in his small hands.
"Okay then, what about your dad?"
"Dada sees me every Fri-day.” He said carefully. “Only Mama here.” He looked around in confusion. “Mama?”
Jisung was still caught on the sentence about his dad. He sees him every Friday? That sounded a lot like… those child custody things he saw on TV. "Okay little guy, let's go find your mom first. She must be worried." He held out his hand. "My name is Jisung." He offered a smile.
"Ji-sung?" The kid held onto his hand. Jisung began leading them down the aisles. "I'm Sung-hwan! Sunghwan!" He said with a giggle. Aw man he's so cute.
"Sunghwan huh? That's a nice name." Jisung noted as he looked around for you. He soon found you near the cereals, looking worried. "Aha, we found her!" He took a very long glance at your figure and had a few seconds to fantasize over her long legs before Sunghwan shouted.
"Mama!"
You snapped your head in their direction, relief washing over your face as you knelt down so the kid could run into your arms. "Sunghwan! How many times have I told you to not run off like that!" You chided, but you held onto him tightly. You stood up, your gaze meeting Jisung's. A smile formed on your face. "Jisung, right? I can't thank you enough! I looked away for two seconds and he was gone and—"
"It's alright." Jisung brushed it off, but his heart was going crazy inside his chest. She's smiling at me and she's talking to me! "I found him in the candy aisle. Little man has taste."
You looked at kid, who had an innocent look on his face. You shook your head. "I should've known. But anyways, thank you." You held Jisung's hand to shake it. Holy moly.
"It's okay. Really." He said, a huge smile on his face. "Do you need some help?" He asked, looking at the shopping cart that was full of groceries.
"No, no, it's okay —"
"No, I could help, seriously. You look like you have a lot on your hands already." Jisung said, looking at the kid was trying to pick up a box of cereal from the shopping cart. "I live next door, it really isn't an issue.”
“Honestly, that would be really helpful.”.
"No worries." Jisung said casually.
Which was how he found himself in the apartment next door, setting down the bags of groceries in the kitchen. The house was neat — except there were toys everywhere. Sunghwan was way more than thrilled to show Jisung each and every one of them. He even began narrating the story of why his Mickey Mouse stuffed toy had a bandage (bad encounter with a dog at the park) which made Jisung laugh. He would've loved to spend the whole day there, if he didn't get a call from Changbin.
"Oh, that's work. I gotta go." He said, standing up.
"Thank you again, Jisung." You said, coming out of the kitchen.
"I told you, it's okay." He chuckled. "I like helping people out."
"Jisungie, you have to come back and play with me, okay?" Sunghwan had gotten up from his place and was now holding onto the fabric of his jeans. It was adorable. "I no show my Legos." He pouted. This kid was pulling at his heartstrings.
"I mean, if it's okay with your mom…” He tried off, meeting your eyes. Please say yes.
"Of course you can." You nodded with another one of those bright smiles.
"Yay!" Sunghwan jumped around.
"Say bye, Sung." You told the kid, who waved brightly.
"Bye Sunghwan. And you too Y/n. You can call me if you ever need anything." Jisung told you, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you guys later." He saw himself out and back to his own house. That kid was the ticket to get close to you. You're single (as far as he understood), which means he was doing no wrong. Besides, moms are super sexy (she was an absolute milf). God, he was getting too excited. He grabbed his things and headed to the recording studio.
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Safe to say the Jisung was absolutely fucked. He was goner the day he saw you dressed up in a dress that was too short for his mental wellbeing. It was supposed to be a normal day. He started babysitting Sunghwan quite often because you had job interviews packed for the whole week. Since he loved you oh so much, the second he swung open to the door to meet your nervous face, asking him if he could watch Sunghwan for a while.
Truth be told — Jisung didn't exactly hear what you said. He'd known you for a month and he was already down so so bad. He only saw your pretty lips moving, the way you fiddled with your fingers as you tried to explain it to him. But Jisung. Oh god. He just stared at you like a lovesick fool and immediately nodded to save his ass when you finished speaking.
Which was how he found himself in his apartment the next day with Sunghwan and his Legos spread out across the living room. Jisung had to work on this track for Changbin and he also had to watch the kid so he decided to multitask. I mean, how hard could it be to take care of a three year old?
Jisung found out his answer within five minutes when said three year old completely trashed his house with Legos. He couldn't walk two feet without stepping on one of the bricks, making him bite his lip in pain so he wouldn't let out a yelp.
“I'm just going to let myself in!” The second day of baby-sitting, Changbin just appeared in his apartment for no reason. This was probably the worst possible situation is overly loud friend could've walked into. Jisung could practically see his face morph into confusion, his eyes widening and his jaw dropped. “Since when do you have a kid?” He asked loudly. Even a deaf person could hear him at this point. “When did you get laid bro? You've been bitchless —”
“Okay!” Jisung cut him off, covering Sunghwan's ears. “Let's not use colorful language when there is a child present.” Only after Changbin muttered a half-hearted sorry did Jisung uncover the kid's ears. “He's my neighbor's kid —”
“You knocked up your neighbor?—”
“Will you please shut the fuc — shut up please?” Jisung took a deep breath. “I'm baby-sitting. His mom has job interviews and she asked for help and I couldn't say no. The kid's too cute.” He shrugged. Just thinking about you made a small blush creep up on his face, his ears turning red. He's never been down so bad for a person before like this.
“Holy shit —” Changbin completely ignored the don't curse there's a fucking child in front of you warning. “You like his mom.” He mouthed the last two words. Guess he didn't trade all of his brain cells for those muscles. “I should've known you actually had a thing for older woman when you brought up —”
“Enough of my embarrassing past and just get on with why you're here.” Jisung was not going to relive his teenage embarrassments. He'd done some things he's not so proud of and Changbin took every chance to make sure he never forgot them.
His friend left a while later. You texted saying that you would be home in a few. He took Sunghwan back to your house after cleaning up all the toys in his. All was well.
But everything turned topsy-turvy the second he saw you entering the house with that purple dress you wore for your job interview. It stopped just where Jisung's imagination started to wander down the gutter. It hugged your curves perfectly and accentuated your boobs so well that it made him dizzy.
"How'd it go?" He asked you once you sat down on the couch near him, playing Legos with Sunghwan, who was absorbed in his kids show playing on the TV. Jisung was sitting on the floor, so your bare knees were brushing against his shoulder, creating waves of tingles over him.
"It went pretty well." You answered, moving those magenta stained lips of yours. I wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. Jisung had to mentally slap himself. Whatever sexual attraction he had to you was not disappearing in anyway — if anything, it increased every second he spent in your presence. For some reason, everything you did turned him on. The past few weeks ended in cold showers every day to calm himself down. "You're spacing out. Have something on your mind?"
Yeah, you. "Nah, I was just thinking about this song I was working on for my friend." Nice save. "The beat isn't perfect, you know? I've been tweaking it for days, maybe I should just let it be."
He saw you put your hand on your chin to think. "Well, I don't know much about music but maybe you need a fresh perspective? I think I read that somewhere. Something about not working on it for a while...."
"That... makes sense." He nodded slowly. "Maybe I just need some fresh air, you know?"
Sunghwan perked up at that. He jumped onto Jisung, a big, goofy smile on his face. Jisung found himself seeing you in the kid. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he was happy — he was almost exactly like you.
"Jisungie! Park!" He exclaimed with a giggle. "Let's go to park!"
"A park? Now? Maybe tomorrow bud, your mom's probably tired."
"Yeah Sung, we'll go tomorrow. I promise." You ruffled the kid's hair.
"Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise." You repeated with a laugh. Sunghwan went back to playing with his Legos. "By the way Jisung, if you're free on Friday, you wanna go watch a movie?"
"Hmm? Yeah, yeah I'd be down." He nodded absent-mindedly, watching the boy run around the room with a Lego car.
"Great." You gave him another one of those smiles before walking to her bedroom. Jisung's eyes were on your ass as you disappeared from the corridor. Wait a minute. Sunghwan will be with his dad on Friday, right? Did you just... ask him out?
"What did mommy say?" Sunghwan asked Jisung.
"Mommies are confusing." He said. "But sexy."
"Sixy?" The kid repeated.
"No — no not sixy! Uh, uh —" Jisung panicked. "Hey, I found this Lego set on Amazon and I thought you'd like it." He quickly whipped out his phone to show him to take his mind off of what he said. God forbid you found that he was talking about how you looked in front of your own kid.
That night after going back to his apartment, he laid in bed, his cock in his hands as he stroked himself to the thought of you. Unconsciously moaning your name loudly (maybe a bit too loud) as he imagined you there, jerking him off with your soft hands and that fuckable face with your big eyes, your lips wrapped around him as you took him in whole — yeah, he came pretty hard after that.
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Friday took way longer than Jisung wanted. He was antsy the entire morning in the studio, leg bouncing as he sat on the chair while Changbin recorded in the booth. He was so out of it, he didn't hear his friend calling him thrice from outside the little room until Changbin smacked the back of his head which momentarily brought Jisung out of his dreamland.
How could he focus? When he was just a few hours away from spending an evening with you? Only you? He loved Sunghwan, don't get him wrong but going to a movie together and getting dinner afterwards and maybe — just maybe Jisung could spit out the words he'd been holding hostage inside his mouth ever since he first laid eyes on you. Dear Y/n, I've liked you since the second I saw you in your balcony and I was hoping you could rail me —
The second he got home, he took a shower, brushed his teeth again, and spent twenty minutes trying to decide what he should wear. A suit was too over the top and a normal t-shirt and jeans would look like he didn't care. He had to look cool but interested. In the end he opted for a plain black shirt over his loose jeans. He styled his dark hair with a part in the middle and sprayed some cologne on.
Two mental breakdowns later, he was standing in front of the movie theater where you told him you'd meet him. He tried to act all nonchalant but he was slowly losing his mind as he stood there like a loser (it was for ten minutes).
When you finally arrived, he swore his heart stopped beating for a good few seconds as his eyes raked over your little top that dipped low in the front. Did you do it on purpose? Did you know the way his heart started to a marathon every time he looked at you? How the fuck was he supposed to pay attention to a movie when you were dressed like that?
“Sorry I'm late. Dropping Sunghwan off took a little longer than expected.” You adjusted the strap of your handbag which was resting on your shoulder.
“I just got here too. It's okay.” Jisung played it off coolly. It was all worth seeing that smile on your face. He took a moment to mentally note that he also liked the subtle pink lipstick you wore today, but his favorite had to be that magenta color. Just imagining himself stained in your kisses — his face, his chest, his d —
Han Jisung almost publicly humiliated himself for the nth time this month.
The movie was fine. It was some romcom that you liked. His attention was more on you. Your reactions to everything, the way your eyes sparkled as you pointed to the screen, the way your eyes turned into crescents as you laughed at whatever corny ass jokes Jisung made that weren't even that funny.
Dinner… Dinner was far more difficult. He could barely pay any attention to what you were saying. He was more focused on your fingers and your freshly painted magenta nails. Magenta was going to be his fucking end. He could barely keep himself from imagining how good those freshly manicured hands would look wrapped around his cock. Oh god, he was getting hard again. He was only snapped out of his thoughts when you said, “You want to go home?”
“Huh?”
“You look tired. And I'm probably boring you —”
“No, no — never.” Jisung shook his head.
“Then what's wrong Jisung?”
Fuck it, he couldn't take it anymore. “I like you Y/n.” Silence. The silence after that was killing him. He swallowed hard and took a big gulp of water as his face turned redder than red.
“Well I know that. Why do you think I invited you out on a date?”
Every time Jisung believed he couldn't be more surprised, you just had to go and prove him wrong. “What?” He breathed out.
“I know you like me. You're not very secretive about it.” You chuckled, twisted the pasta in your plate onto your fork. “I like you a lot too.” What the actual fuck? “I never thought I'd like someone so fast after… everything. But you proved me wrong.” You shrugged. “But my real question is… do you jerk off to me every night?”
That's it. Jisung knew the thin walls of his apartment would come back to bite him someday in the future. He was betrayed by his own house. He was absolutely mortified you heard him fisting himself to you. He turned impossibly more red. He could barely stutter out a response but he stopped when he saw that teasing smile on your face.
“It's a good thing I feel the same way.”
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The cab ride home was torture. Not only did you like him. But you wanted to fuck him too? And it definitely did not help whatsoever that you hand rested on his thigh and slowly inched upward, agonizingly slow towards the obvious tent in his pants. His dick was so hard it hurt in the confines of his pants. He bit down on his lip so hard when you brushed over his bones and then started to palm him through the fabric. Oh fucking hell… You were teasing him. He could see that smirk on your face as he almost whined when you pulled away because the cab stopped.
The second you stepped foot in his apartment, he pushed you against the wall next to the door and smashed his lips against yours. Hungry and needy. He pressed his body against yours, pulling you along to his bedroom (how he got there, he had no clue). His hands were everywhere. Touching and caressing every part of you. Your hair, your waist, your ass — it was heaven. You threaded your fingers through his fingers, lightly tugging at the strands. It was enough to elicit a soft moan from him, muffled by the kiss.
“Tell me Jisung…” You said quietly as you pulled away from him. “What did you imagine about me?” You pushed him onto the bed and as you got on your knees. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, releasing his dick. It was red and stained with precum and so hard.
But you didn't do anything. “Please.” He whimpered. “Do something.” You smiled at him deviously before beginning to stroke him at a slow pace. Too slow. “F-Fuck.” He threw his head back with a groan. You were barely doing anything and he was so far gone. You carefully took him into your mouth, inch by inch. Your mouth was warm, your plush lips wrapped around his cock was making him lose his mind. He wanted to grab your hair and fuck your throat but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was frozen, only able to buck his hips into your mouth for some kind of friction. You finally — finally started bobbing your head up and down, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat each time. “S-Shit. Fuck. Don't stop.” You went faster after that, fondling with his balls. Your tongue swirling around the tip and your hands on his balls, he could feel that band in his belly about to snap. “Fuck. Fuck I'm gonna —” Before he could reach that sweet release, you pulled away with a pop, innocent eyes staring up at him. He let out a loud groan at that. “W-Why —”
He stopped himself when you stood up and took off your pants and panties and crawled onto his lap, sinking onto him slowly. A soft moan escaped both your mouths when his dick was completely inside you. “Fuck you're big.” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size. It gave him a bit of an ego boost. You started to bounce on him, letting out the most sinful moans Jisung ever heard in his entire life. “Perfect little dick. Filling me up so well.” You groaned. His dick twitched. Your walls were sucking him in, milking him. It was too much. He was already on edge from his denied orgasm, but the way you were talking to him? Fuck. He wasn't going to last.
“S-So tight.” He whimpered. “F-Fuck. Feels good.”
“Feels good baby?” You asked. He nodded frantically. “Are you gonna cum?” He nodded again. “Hold it for a bit. Only good boys get to cum. Have you been a good boy?”
“Y-Yes, fuck —” He squeezed his eyes shut as your walls clenched around him. “Oh fuck —” Jisung was determined to save the last of his dignity (not like he had much in the first place) and tried to get you off too. He met your thrusts half way, his dick repeatedly brushing against that spongy spot deep inside you.
“Right there.” Your nails dug into his skin but he didn't give two shits. “‘M so close.”
“Let me make you cum too.” He kissed your chest, your breasts and wrapped his lips around your hardened buds, alternating between the two of them. From the fucked out expression on your face and the way he was two seconds from filling you with his seed, he two took of his fingers and found your clit in no time, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive numb making you cry out as your orgasm washed over you. Jisung came a moment later, his body spasming as he came down from his high.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” You panted, your head laying on his shoulder. Jisung could barely even nod in reply. His dick was still inside you as your juices and his pooled onto his thighs and onto his sheets. It was a mistake to look at where your swollen pussy lips swallowed him whole and he could feel himself getting hard again.
Yeah. He definitely had a thing for mommies.
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ist4rgirlo · 8 months
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all i can think about is conrad bringing home bimbo!reader. like everyone knows belly likes conrad but he sees her as a sister so belly’s being rude and asking snide backhand comments but she’s not realizing it and actually thanking and answering belly with a smile. so now everyone realizes she’s not the smartest person but susannah LOVES her! (and connie baby is looking so happy and proud 🥹)!!! i’ve been looking for one like this but i can’t find it and can’t stop thinking of it!!!!!
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ONE SHOT !
warnings: FLUFF, belly being a b*tch, shit talking, physical touch (LMK IF IS MISSED ANYTHING)
requested by: anonymous
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To be honest, no one expected Conrad to have a girlfriend like you. Everyone said that you were far from his type, you weren't dumb - you were just slow and doesn't know certain types of words or slangs. For Conrad, you were one of the most smartest person that he knew, well basically because he got to know you. You don't really show it but you have so much potential especially when it comes to fashion and make-up! a plus is that you are really good with art.
About his type, they always thought that it would be Belly and Conrad that would end up together, knowing that Belly is literally in love with him ever since they were kids, before you happened, they had a special bond - a bond that to the point where they were just inseparable, Belly thought that it was something so beautiful, It was her dream to be with Conrad.
Not until she knew that he had a girlfriend, and that he just treats him like a sister and nothing else.
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Conrad's Pov
"Connie, you should bring that girlfriend of yours here sometimes!" Mom exclaimed, happily. Ever since I brought Y/N here, she was all mom asked from me, even her and Jeremiah instantly clicked. You can say that amongst the girls that I have been with, Y/N is surely my mom's favorite.
I smiled proudly, "I'll try, Mom. She's busy and I don't want to interfere with her personal life, but I'll ask. I'm sure she'll say yes especially if it's your request" I rubbed my mom's shoulder, she nodded.
She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "Well tell me when she's coming so I can invite the Conklin's too, I'm sure her and Belly will get along really well." I just hummed and nodded. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Y/N asking if she can come here for dinner, she immediately responded saying yes. I smiled.
I saw my mom's figure come into the living room, I looked up - smiling at her, she tilted her head looking at me confused, "Well, it looks like you favorite girl is coming" I said giddily. My mom squealed, "Omg! I am so excited, I will cook her her favorite!" she said before going to the kitchen, to list down foods that she know's Y/N will like.
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FEW DAYS LATER
Y/N's Pov
"Mom! We're here!" Conrad yelled, his hand rubbing your waist gently. You saw Susannah walked towards us, she went up to me and hugged me "Oh gosh! You're finally here, I missed you" she cooed, pulling away - placing her hands on your face gently. You smiled, looking at her "Oh Susannah, I missed you too! Here I got you your favorite" You said, handing her the dessert that she liked. She gasped, and grabbed it from you gently "Oh you didn't have to!" she said, pouting a little. You shook your head "It's okay! I wanted to" You smiled before looking up to Conrad who was already looking at you - smiling lovingly.
Jeremiah came into the view, walking towards you - pulling you in for a hug. "Hey, you!" he said, smiling. "Hi, Jere" I looked at him, smiling. "Looking good as always" he said, twirling me a little bit. It wasn't anything that was awkward between you and Jeremiah, even Conrad doesn't find it awkward. Ever since Conrad brought you here for the first time, you and Jeremiah just had that sister & brother bond.
You felt Conrad hand on your waist, "Baby, this is the Conklin's. This is Steven, Belly, and Laurel. You already know who they are since I did talk about them to you." Conrad said - smiling, turning you gently to face the Conklin's. You saw Laurel smile at you before walking towards you for a hug, "It is nice to finally meet you" she said, before pulling away. You saw Steven wave while Belly was just there, looking at you up and down, but you just chose to ignore it and just smiled at her.
After a while, you all went to the dining room to start eating. "Here you go, sweets. Eat lots yeah?" Conrad said, grabbing food for you - placing it on your plate, you heard Belly scoff "What? you got no hands? can't get your own food?" she mocked you, you looked at her confused. Steven nudged her with his elbow "Belly, stop it" he said, you looked around, all of them were looking at her, Susannah had a stern look on her face. Belly rolled her eyes, groaning "Calm down you guys, it was a joke!" she said, looking at you smiling, Susannah sighed "That wasn't a good joke, Belly" she said, reaching for you gently. Belly looked at her and said sorry. You just smiled back nodding, going back to eating your food.
You felt Conrad's hand on your thigh, you placed your hand on top of his - you felt his hands lock in with yours. You looked up and saw him give you a reassuring smile, you nodded and smile, telling him that you were okay. "So Y/N.. what is your major?" Laurel asked, you furrowed your brows, not familiar with the word until Conrad whispered to you "It’s what you do in school, baby" he said smiling, Belly chuckled - not believing what she just saw "Oh! Uhm I major in fashion design!" you exclaimed happily, smiling at Laurel. She nodded before smiling at you "Well It is obvious, just look at what you are wearing." Belly said, looking at you up and down, "Isabella." Laurel warned her, grabbing her arm gently
you smiled - thinking that it was a compliment. "Thank you!" you said, looking at Belly - she just looked at you like you were crazy which made you shrug you shoulders - looking at Conrad. He was looking at them, his brows furrowed. You felt his hand tighten around your thigh, you placed your hand above his - rubbing it gently, He looked at you - his gaze softened, he smiled.
After you guys were done with dinner, Conrad decided to walk you around the house. You guys were now at the back of the house, at the pool with your feet's dipped in it. Conrad reached for your hand, caressing it gently "Sorry for earlier, darling. I'm sorry for not defending you or saying anything to Belly" he said, before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You turned to him, brow furrowed, shaking your head "Why are you sorry? nothing happened earlier, Connie. I am okay, whatever they said didn't hurt me okay? I'll try my best to get along with Belly." you said, smiling still unaware of Belly's action.
Conrad eyes softened "Oh my love, you are too kind. Sometimes it scares because then people will try to get advantage of you" he paused, caressing your face "but it's okay, i'll be here yeah? I'll defend you and I will stay right by your side, always so don't worry about getting along with her. You don't have to do that, baby. Just think about mom and everyone else, they absolutely love you." he said, before pulling you in for a kiss.
Conrad is just deeply in love with you, he doesn't care what other people think as long as you are there beside him. He was just high over heels, he absolutely adores you and treasure you, he wouldn't ask for more. He just felt like the luckiest guy to have someone like you.
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I JUST LOVED WRITING THIS! it is honestly one of the cutest and wholesome oneshot i've ever written. Conrad is just so inlove with reader and I AM UP FOR IT, I want a love like this UGH. Thank you, anon for requesting this <3
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“girlfriend effects” ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 
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habits that they develop from dating you.
pairing. bf!riize x fem!reader. warnings. insane usage amount of the word 'like' mentions of food, dizzy, cursing, kissing and marking (not heavy though!) marriage on anton one! rara's letter. giggled to much on the seunghan's one..
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— shotaro & buying things that remind him of you.
he would buy everything that reminded him of you.
and prolly would update you even when you're asleep.
taroro <3: look what i got :D this kinda reminds me of you!!
he would buy literally ANYTHING even when it's so expensive that out of his budget.
especially when he's on vacation in his hometown.
having a bunch of plushies and keychains that look exactly like you.
keychain on his bag, sticker on his laptop, plushies all over his room.
then he'll buy a keychain that looks like him for you!!
you MUST hang it on your bag or wherever you want just, please, show it off.
he loves it sm.
this boy will giggle all day until you're tired.
— eunseok & bringing your essentials with him everytime.
like i said on my previous bf headcanons!
he would, and he has everything!!
your hair tie was missing? don't worry, he has one on his wrist.
your lips dry? he'll pass the chapstick, lip balm or any lip treatment without you asking.
omg what if your keys are gone somewhere??? bae he has your keys all the time in his bag.
you're just clumsy, but luckily your perfect boyfriend would come to the rescue everytime!
you felt dizzy all of a sudden? girl, he has a whole bottle of water and the medicine prepared.
the members would probably ask why he has a hair tie on his wrist.
all of them are just like they didn't believe that the song eunseok. carrying your items everywhere?? unbelievable.
and, no. he wouldn't take it off, even though the members were teasing him to death.
it's important for you!! why would he take it off?
— sungchan & kissing you everytime he got a chance.
this man has an obsession with your lips.
trust me when i say he has, he has.
i might throw the "chance" aside..
bcs BOY, HE WOULD KISS YOU EVEN IF YOU WERE TALKING WITH HIS MEMBERS.
bro is that down bad 😭🙏🏻
he doesn't give a fuck, even when his members are teasing him for being too clingy.
he just loves you too much, and maybe that counts for your lips too.
wouldn't be ashamed if your lipstick stuck on his lips.
it's the other way, he absolutely loves when your lipstick marks him and would be proud of himself.
he can't stand the fact that he hasn't kissed you yet.
like everytime, i mean everyday, at least three kisses before he can go on with his day perfectly.
even when he's far away from you, a virtual kiss would do.
bro has a whole album of kissing memes.
— wonbin & doing your hair.
he loves it when you talk about how your day went.
bcs those faces that you make when focusing are just so cute.
but then a hair piece falls in front.
he will tuck it behind with a school girl in love kind of smile 🥹
like he's felt like falling in love all over again.
it felt like a romantic movie that he never expected to have.
everything is like a slow motion to him.
he loves it when you decide to tie up your hair!!
then he loves to braid, wash, dry, and brush your hair.
especially when you had a busy week and had no time to wash or do your hair.
he'll let you rest and let him do your hair.
everything is on him, don't worry!!
— seunghan & back hugging you.
this mann T^T
okay now imagine you're in the same house as him.
when you wake up just to see this fine man hugging you from behind.
legs and hands all entangled with you.
buttt if you're not next to him when he wakes up.
be prepared to get the tightest hug from behind.
yeah, the kdrama scene.
which the female lead is cooking or preparing breakfast for the male lead.
then boom, back hugs.
place kisses all over you. neck, cheeks, forehead, and the temple of your head. hair. the back of your hands.
"i'm expecting you to be by my side when i wake up.."
so whinyy
how much you love him for this, but he gotta let go!!
or else no breakfast for the day.
— sohee & everyday text with you.
it's a must for him.
you're asleep? good.
bcs you'll wake up with a whole ass paragraph from him.
really really love sending you pictures of him doing almost everything.
eating, practicing, even before sleeping.
he'll update you everytime he gets the chance!!
absolutely adore when you decide to send him the pictures of you back to him.
asking how your day went.
when you say it was suck, he will go straight to your house without warning.
he's far away from you? not a problem.
face timing is the solution, so go!
would never end the call, even when you've already fallen asleep after telling him your whole day.
screenshots of your pictures and put them as his new wallpaper ^3^
— anton & planning almost everything.
you know, how was this man obsessed with planning everything??
like he has everything organized.
so you don't need to worry that your date is on the same day and at the same time as your work or school.
bcs that would never happen!!
try to think of anything that you would never think of happening.
marriage ‼️
like yeah, he would have a whole note about the wedding theme.
what types of or where would you both go for the honeymoon
man is so delusional.
he's so in love with you that he has already planned everything, even though there's still a long way to go :(
it's the summer time for him!!
your favorite snacks? check. your favorite place to go? check. your favorite activities? check.
you just need to pay him back with a lot of kisses and cuddles.
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lilislegacy · 25 days
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an analysis: piper calling percy unimpressive
(warning: i wrote this at 1 am)
so basically
remember how we all despised piper mclean when she had the audacity to call our beloved percy “unimpressive” and we all lost our shit on the inside a little bit?
i truly don’t think she meant it in the way we think she did. i think we’re all just defensive of our boy.
piper clearly states that she is comparing percy to jason. first of all, jason is her boyfriend, so of course she’s biased. second of all, hera was manipulating piper to be obsessed with jason. so other guys and girls are automatically unimpressive to her.
and here’s the big thing: piper does not call him unattractive. she does not call him ugly. she simply says he’s not her type. piper is clearly attracted to the “good boy” look. jason is literally your all-american boy. he’s tall with light skin, a sturdy build, neat blonde hair, and blue eyes. part of why annabeth doesn’t trust him is because she is unsettled by his “perfect” appearance. jason is also obedient and well-mannered. he’s your standard good boy.
and the fact of the matter is: percy looks like a “bad boy”. and often, he acts like one too. him and jason are contrasts of each other. a symbolic representation of this: their features. percy has a darker complexion, messy black hair, unique green eyes, and a “sarcastic troublemaker smile.” he’s muscular, but in a leaner and more trim way. he’s tall, but he’s not a towering muscleman by any means. not that jason is either, but don’t forget, percy is a whole one. inch. (GASP) shorter than jason (which to me isn’t even noticeable, so her pointing it out as a flaw just proves that she’s so incredibly biased towards jason.) their other big contrasting feature: their personalities. jason is respectful and well-mannered. very obedient and under control. percy, however, makes jokes during inappropriate moments, talks back to people of power and authority, gets angry quickly, and loses control easily. i mean, literally right after she says this, percy starts insulting the roman god Bacchus and rapidly escalates a situation because of his natural instinct to be disobedient. piper is horrified by him doing this, especially because jason would never. does it make US all love percy very much? yes. but piper isn’t us.
THAT SAID, even she can’t actually call him unattractive. she even went as far to state that she can see why annabeth likes him, which means even her magically-obsessed-with-jason brain can still recognize his attractiveness and see why girls find him appealing. she calls him “cute in a scruffy way,” meaning she thinks that he’s got a disheveled attractiveness to him. she also once said that his pleading eyes are like a cute baby seal’s - even she can’t deny that his eyes are wonderful. so even though piper calls him unimpressive, i think rick put in a lot of clues here showing us that she acknowledges him as a conventionally attractive person, even if she’s not personally attracted to him.
let’s sum it up, shall we?
what does it say about percy? absolutely nothing. piper calling percy unimpressive is an inaccurate and unreliable source when it comes to analyzing percy’s physical appearance, especially if you don’t consider the context. this was rick’s way of showing piper’s clear preference towards jason, just like annabeth has a clear preference towards percy. and even though she said this, rick also made her give us several hints that percy is handsome, just not in a way she’s inclined towards. rick wanted love triangles to be completely out of the question with these 4. he wanted to make it very clear that annabeth had no interest in jason, and that piper had no interest in percy. so since piper is so drawn towards jason, percy had to be very different from him in her eyes.
jason is your a superman, percy is your batman
jason is your captain america, percy is your iron man. some even say spider man.
so put yourself in piper’s shoes: after hearing percy jackson’s name non-stop for 6 months, hearing him compared to jason, hearing of all his accomplishments and how heroic he is - i mean, the guy was literally honored on olympus and offered godhood - she was expecting a stereotypical good-boy hero. a hercules. a superman. your standard muscular blinding-white-teeth-smile hunk. the conventional, well-mannered good boy. and instead she got a wild and untamed, trouble-making bad boy. percy has an edge to him. he’s intimidating and unpredictable. he’s sarcastic and witty. he just looks like he’s up to no good. she wasn’t expecting any of that. that’s not what we’re taught a hero is supposed to be like or look like.
jason is appealing in a “he’d be a respectable and sturdy husband” way.
percy is appealing in a “he’s gonna fuck up my life but i so badly want him to” kind of way. (even though once you get to know him, you see he’s literally the world’s best boyfriend. piper even gets jealous of how loving he is towards annabeth.)
she had this exact idea of what he would be, and he wasn’t that. hence her calling him “unimpressive.” but it says nothing about his attractiveness.
i rest my case, your honor.
thank you for coming to my ted talk
disclaimer: i am not saying percy is actually a bad boy or a bad guy. he is a sweetheart. he has the biggest heart ever. he’s a cute little cinnamon roll. i am simply talking of first impressions from outsiders, and how he appears if you don’t know him.
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srvbryn · 2 months
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heyy, I was the one that asked if you're taking requests and I'm so happy you are!!
Could I request Luke x reader, where reader stats sending him some anonymous notes (just small things to avoid being obvious) and ends up getting kinda sad when Luke is considering almost every girl in the camp except her, and the ending can be whatever you like
Hope you're comfortable with this! 🥺
Also, if you're up to make tags with anon identification can I be 🫀anon? (It's so I can find the answers to my asks faster, but it's okay if you don't want to 😊
Hope you have a nice day 👋
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𐙚⋆.˚ Luke Castellan X f!reader (no mention of Godly parent)
Summary: "I've always admired you" He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's known as a traitor.
𐙚⋆.˚ light angst, THEY USED TO BE FRIENDS but then idk shit happened man, Luke actually like reader BUT he thought reader didn't like him so he spend time with different girls everyday to ignore his feelings lol, this shit take a whole different turn LMAOAOA
A/n: THIS ONE IS SO BAD - this writing shit block hit hard 😭😭 I barely have any ideas , I'm sorry if this one is BAD 🫀 anon 😔
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“For what it's worth
I did love you
And I could have said it a thousand and one times
But I wanted nothing more than for you to hear
To understand and to represent all that it meant
And I would say it again
To make it a thousand and two I do still love you
And it sure still does sound sweet
For what it's worth
I understand you
Maybe as far as you want me to
Maybe even more, but I do
And the consequences of understanding you
I didn't know would be love
Love unabashed and irreplaceable
Love that can't be replicated
A flame that didn't need to be fanned
Because how can you understand the beauty of a rose
And leave it in the garden...”
Maybe knowing it has thorns?”
Eighteen-year-old (name) has her future all planned out - spending the time at Camp Half Blood and move out of the place; attend college near the city; spend the summer in Spain.
The second I close my eyes, the memories play, and I find myself back at the beginning.
He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's not. It was sweet how he would respond to girls smiling at him. He was kind, the type of man you would want in a relationship.
He's literally the personification of a fairytale man, the way he walks the way he talks.
He's flawless.
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i. The first time I secretly gave you a note
I got some paper and wrote down my feelings for him. This is the first love letter I've ever written, and the first I've sent to Luke.
When I was finished, I went in without anyone noticing, folded the paper, inserted it through the slit, and pushed it inside.
You sigh with relief. It was dumb; seriously, a love letter? He's the most gorgeous and strongest swordsman in the camp, and the only way you can confess is through an anonymous love letter??
It was sparring time, and you really enjoyed it because you could admire Luke Castellan.
What you didn't expect to see was an Aphrodite girl batting her eyelashes so hard while staring at him. She's going to fly with that eyelash of hers, you thought to yourself.
But she has courage, and you admire her for it.
Lover girl: 0
Ms steal your man (#1) : 1
Luke Castellan was still awake that night, looking at the moon, as is his usual routine, which no one knows about.
Reading the notes he found inside his locker,
"Dear Luke, I've always admired you since the first time I saw you. - ♡"
It was short, but not meaningless, because it was the first time someone gave him something to remember.
Lover girl: +1
Ms steal your man (#1): +0
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ii. 14th February - I hate you
It would've been nice if your crush noticed you. You would be lying if you said you didn't hate valentine the most.
Inside her cabin, (Name) couldn't shake the sting of loneliness on Valentine's Day.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined Luke enjoying the company with other cabin girls. "Why does he always choose them over me?" she questioned, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.
Meanwhile, in the dimly lit hallways, Luke laughed with the others, blissfully unaware of (Name)'s pain.
"Luke, why not spend some time with (Name)?" Annabeth suggested, sensing her sadness. Luke brushed it off with a casual remark, "She's fine on her own."
Back in her cabin, (Name) clenched her fists, whispering to herself, "I'm always on my own." She tried to distract herself, but every attempt failed. The distant echoes of laughter outside only intensified her solitude.
As the night deepened, (Name) heard footsteps approaching her cabin. Hope flickered, but it dimmed as she realized it wasn't Luke. A gentle knock echoed, "You okay, (Name)?"
Tears streaming down her face, she replied, "I just wanted to spend Valentine's Day with someone who actually cares."
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iii. I should hate you
"You should've seen (Name)'s face," one girl giggled, recounting a previous encounter. "She's such a mess."
Deep in her heartache, (Name) wished Luke would notice her suffering. "Am I not enough?" she wondered, dealing with the harsh reality of his neglect.
The cabin's walls appeared to close in as the weight of unspoken words pressed down.
Luke's laughter echoed through the night, a stark contrast to (Name)'s silent sobs.
She craved his presence, his understanding, but he remained blissfully ignorant. "I thought I meant something to him," she murmured, wiping away tears.
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iv. Thank you, Annabeth
The evening sun cast a warm glow over the tranquil lake as (Name) joined Annabeth, Percy, and Grover.
Laughter and chatter filled the air as they settled by the water's edge. Annabeth, with her piercing eyes, couldn't help but notice (Name) seemed distant.
"Hey, (Name), you've been quiet. Everything okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. (Name) sighed, her gaze fixed on the water. "Yeah, just thinking about stuff, you know?"
Percy, ever the perceptive one, chimed in, "You can talk to us. We're like family."
Grover nodded in agreement, "Totally, (Name), we're here for you."
As they enjoyed the lakeside atmosphere, Annabeth couldn't ignore (Name)'s glances toward where Luke was chatting with another girl.
She approached (Name). "Look, (Name), it's been going on for a while now. You can't keep avoiding this. You should tell Luke how you feel instead of sulking every time he talks to someone else."
(Name) tensed, her expression guarded. "It's not that simple, Annabeth. Luke and I are practically strangers."
Annabeth crossed her arms, her voice gentle yet firm. "You're like an older sister to us, and we hate seeing you upset. If you don't tell him, you'll always wonder 'what if.' Trust me, it's better to know than to wonder."
The words lingered between them, and (Name) mulled them over as they decided to take a dip in the lake. The water was cool, and the moon reflected on its surface as they swam.
Percy splashed water at Grover, starting a playful water fight. (Name) couldn't help but smile at their antics, but her thoughts still lingered on Annabeth's advice.
As they swam back to the shore, Percy asked, "Come on, (Name), join the fun! Don't let your worries ruin the evening."
(Name) hesitated for a moment before giving in, and soon laughter echoed around the lake as they played and enjoyed each other's company.
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v. Realization
Luke's curiosity got the better of him when he noticed (Name) sneaking into Hermes Cabin.
As he approached her, he had a furrowed brow and a puzzled expression on his face, and the pile of small love notes in her hands revealed the secret he had unknowingly discovered.
"(Name), what are you doing here? And what's with all these notes?" Luke said.
Her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "Luke, I... um, well, these notes are for you. I've been leaving them hoping you will read them"
Luke's eyes widened in realization, understanding crossing his features.
Luke said teasingly. "You're the one behind these notes? Why keep it a secret?"
Glancing everywhere but at him, you replied "you hangout with different girls everyday what makes you think I have the courage to confess?"
Luke's expression softened as he processed (Name)'s confession. The air between them thickened.
"You don't have to hide, (Name). Your notes brought joy to my days. Knowing it's you only makes them more special."
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vi. The prophecy
“Luke—”
“Good-bye, Percy. There is a new Golden Age coming and you won’t be part of it.”
He slashed his sword in an arc and disappeared in a ripple of darkness.
The scorpion lunged.
I swatted it away with my hand and uncapped my sword. The thing jumped at me and I cut it in half in midair.
I was about to congratulate myself until I looked down at my hand. My palm had a huge red welt, oozing and smoking with yellow guck. The thing had gotten me after all.
My ears pounded. My vision went foggy. The water, I thought. It healed me before.
I stumbled to the creek and submerged my hand, but nothing seemed to happen. The poison was too strong. My vision was getting dark. I could barely stand up.
Sixty seconds, Luke had told me.
I had to get back to camp. If I collapsed out here, my body would be dinner for a monster. Nobody would ever know what had happened.
My legs felt like lead. My forehead was burning. I stumbled toward the camp, and the nymphs stirred from their trees.
“Help,” I croaked. “Please . . .”
Two of them took my arms, pulling me along. I remember making it to the clearing, a counselor shouting for help, a centaur blowing a conch horn.
Then everything went black.
Oh gods, "Annabeth-" (name) voice breaks the silence.
"I know (name) I know" She replied.
...
“You idiot,” Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious. “You were green and turning gray when me and (name) found you. If it weren’t for Chiron’s healing . . .”
The room was quiet when Percy told them the story.
It was quiet for a long time.
“I can’t believe that Luke...” Annabeth’s voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. “Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest.”
“(name) can you believe what he just did?!” Annabeth said.
"I don't.. but seeing Percy like this oh my gods... I'm so sorry Perce"
Maybe I was dumb for not noticing you were plotting to betray us.
See you on the other side, Luke Castellan.
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maybankswhore · 8 months
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𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.
SUMMARY: you see rafe for the first time since getting together with jj & it doesn’t hurt.
PAIRING(S): jj maybank x fem!reader + a little bit of rafe cameron x fem!reader.
WARNINGS: cursing.
you can read part one here! but it’s not really needed to read for this particular plot. this isn’t proofread & it is a bit long so maybe a dragging on dialogue warning ha.
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Things had went really good with you and JJ. It had almost felt like a breath of fresh air , peaceful. He was always kind to you and loving , always making sure to dote on you even when you complained about it— picking you up after every shift at work and learning to braid your hair so you didn’t have to do it because you always whined about it hurting your arms. It was the little things that caused your heart to grow fonder and before you knew it , the two of you became attached at the hip.
Everyone on the island could see the red hearts following you two around wherever you went , always swooning and smiling when they saw you.
JJ had been the happiest he had ever been with you. As cliché as it sounded— he’d go on and on to anyone that asked about you that you literally were the girl of his dreams. He adored everything about you from the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed really hard , to the way you always slept with one leg out from under the covers. You were kind , and loving and everything he always swore he’d never get. Most of all— he felt safe.
Today his arm was thrown around you as you and the rest of the Pogue’s stood around the bonfire. Your giggles were contagious to everyone around you as you humored JJ’s antics , finding every joke to be the most funny. Perhaps it was a tad bit annoying , but you really just found JJ’s personality so fun. He always knew how to lighten the mood and make a joke that turned everyone’s day around.
In the middle of JJ leaning down to whisper in your ear , your eye’s flickered over to Sarah when she groaned loudly. “Of course he’s here.”
Your stomach had flipped as you followed her eyes to the side of you. Her brother stood a few feet away from you with his friends , watching you. You were shocked to see him. He usually never came on this side of the island , always rambling on about how ‘disgusting’ it was and ran by Pogue’s. You hadn’t meant to make eye contact with him , but when you did your stomach had began flipping in knots.
“I’m sorry , Y/N/N. I didn’t know he was coming or I would’ve said something.” Sarah apologized. The sound of her voice finally made you break away and look at her , shaking your head with a smile.
“It’s fine , Sarah.”
JJ scoffed. “Like hell it is.” His grip tightened around your shoulders protectively , shooting Rafe glares that was only answered in cocky smirks. “He really has some nerve showing his face here.”
Your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth as you anxiously fell into JJ’s embrace , wrapping your own arm around his waist to settle his nerves. “Let’s not worry about him , alright?”
JJ glanced down at you and studied your face quickly. What was he looking for? He wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was him just being insecure or stupidly jealous , but he knew that Rafe had once been your everything. John B had told him numerous times the stories he’d heard from Sarah and how much you cried over him , how much the two of you would fight. JJ wasn’t an idiot and he knew relationships like that left their mark , but feeling you nuzzle yourself innocently into him while looking up at him with a small smile caused his shoulders to relax slowly. “’m okay. Fine. But he says one wrong things and it’s over—”
Sensing all of his tension melt away , you grinned and stood up as tall as you could to press a kiss to your cheek. You tried to ignore the way Rafe’s eyes burned in the back of your skull. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or uncomfortable— you just didn’t want any drama or conflict. You had avoided it thus far and you wanted to do your best to keep it that way despite Rafe being known as the biggest drama queen on the island.
JJ cheeks blushed that color pink you loved seeing. One that always coated his cheeks after every kiss , even though you had done it so many times before that. The butterflies were still very much alive.
The night went on pretty peacefully. You had drank a little but not enough to be absolutely intoxicated. The six of you had ended up sitting on the logs rather than standing , each pair engrossed in their own conversations. JJ wasn’t too far from you , laughing loudly with Pope and John B. You , Sarah , and Kiara huddled together giggling amongst yourselves.
“John B let me do his makeup the other night.” Sarah confessed with a girlish giggle , her eyes becoming slightly hooded from the drinks she had. Her confession made you and Kiara burst into laughter.
“Please tell me you took a picture of that.” Kiara clapped her knee , doubled over with laughter.
“Sadly I couldn’t. It was a part of the deal.” Sarah sighed sadly. “For my eyes only! Literally. I couldn’t even take a picture and hide it in a folder.”
The pout on her face made you chuckle before pulling out your own phone. You quickly searched for the picture of JJ that you had taken not too long ago , a full face of makeup on. After bugging him for days , JJ had finally given in. “Your man sucks , tell him get like mine.” You teased , giving your phone to them to see the picture of JJ posing proudly.
The picture had sent them over the edge. The expression on JJ’s face as he posed for you , holding out a peace sign and popping out his hip that you had for one of your Instagram pictures.
“Send that to me now.” Kiara snatched the phone away from Sarah to send it to herself. “This is definitely gonna come in handy one day.”
Gasping , you ripped the phone out of her hand before she could press send. “He’d never let me do it again if you did that.” You argued.
Kiara struggled to speak through her laughter. “Yeah right! He’d do anything you’d tell him to.”
“That boys got it bad.” Sarah drawled out , singing the last word softly. Kiara nodded in agreement making you roll your eyes.
“Yeah whatever.” You sighed.
Sarah quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh come on , Y/N. You’ve gotta know he’d get down on all fours and bark if you wanted.”
“Can we actually see that?” Kiara teased. “Please tell him to do that and let me know when so I can get my camera ready.”
“You guys , leave him alone!” Defending JJ , you glanced over at him to check on him. His hands were frailed in the area around him as he told whatever story he was telling passionately , and you couldn’t help but watch him with a smile.
Kiara pretended to throw up. “You guys are so fucking disgusting.”
“I think it’s adorable.” Sarah cooed , making you grin at her. “I never seen you that happy with my brother.” She said while crinkling her nose. The drinks making her tongue loose. The mention of Rafe made your blood run cold , the whole relationship still stinging at a certain part of you. You were over him— completely , but he damaged a big part of you. She must’ve noticed your face fall and her eyes widened in shame. “Oh shit , I’m sorry for bringing it up.”
“Don’t be.” You brushed it off.
“Yeah don’t be.”
You jumped at the sound of Rafe’s voice booming behind you. Those three words making everyone’s head snap towards him. Before you had a chance to say anything JJ was on his feet , walking right over to you. “The fuck are you doing?”
JJ’s hand wrapped around your bicep and gently helped pull you up , bringing you as close to him as he could. He kept his shoulders square and his jaw up , showing Rafe who was in charge.
Rafe chuckled lowly and put his hands up defensively. “What? Can’t come see my sister?”
“Don’t use me as your excuse , Rafe.” Sarah snapped at him , annoyed her brother was yet again— causing more drama with her friends.
“Yeah we all know you’re here to be some creep and stalk , Y/N.” Kiara snarled towards him. Her hands were in fists at her sides.
Rafe ignored them and discarded them with the roll of his eyes. They flickered to JJ’s attitude , then to his arm on your shoulder then back to your face. He was quiet for a minute as he thought of what to say. Though you could barely meet his eyes. “So that’s why you blocked my number.” Rafe’s nose scrunched at the thought of you with JJ , disgust dripping off his words. “Thought you had better taste than that.”
“You got a problem , man?” JJ’s arm was off of you as fast as it was put there. Bucking up to Rafe who didn’t so much as flinch.
“Let me talk to her.” Was all he said.
“Not gonna happen , Cameron.” JJ laughed bitterly. He made sure to stand in front of you , blocking you away from him.
“Why?” Rafe cocked his head to the side. “Scared that’s all it takes to have her come running back?”
JJ was fast as he lifted his arm but not fast enough for Pope to come to your defense , knowing that was the last thing you wanted. “JJ , bro , calm down.”
Taking in a shaky breath , you grabbed JJ’s shoulder to get his attention. The minute he felt you touch him , he spun around— ignoring Rafe’s existence. “Let’s just go , me and you.”
Nodding with a small smile you slid your arm down to his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I need to talk to Rafe first.” You muttered. JJ’s eyes went wide and immediately shook his head.
“Y/N , no.”
“JJ , yes.” You told him softly. You cupped his cheek gently in hopes it’d calm him down. “We’ll leave right after. We’ll leave.” You emphasized.
Rafe grumbled at the interaction in front of him. Like a child , he held his stomach like he was going to he physically ill from it but you ignored him.
JJ studied your face , scanning it for any sign he needed to worry. But your eyes were soft , and your touch felt genuine. He couldn’t help but sigh and nod , knowing that you needed that closure— and he’d even feel better knowing it was closed.
“If he touches you it’s over with.” JJ muttered before kissing your lips softly , holding it there as a message to Rafe.
When you pulled away , he stepped to the side and Rafe’s attention went to you— a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d come to your senses.”
“Shut up or I’m walking away from you.” You glared at him , walking away in the opposite direction knowing he’d follow. Rafe winked at JJ who flipped him off , and did as you expected.
You crossed your arms as you stood to face him , the sight of him didn’t make your heart clench , it didn’t make your throat close or your head hurt like crazy. Standing in front of you was just Rafe , not the Rafe you had once loved. Not the Rafe you spent months with— years , almost with. A person.
“I need you to know that it’s over you.”
“It’s not—”
“It is.” You cut him off with a shake of your head. “What happened between us means nothing to me anymore and frankly , you mean nothing to me.” Instead of hurt , you felt angry. Angry that he had the nerve to walk up to your group of friends , that he thought it’d be light hearted and quirky and somehow gain your attention once again.
“You don’t mean that.” Rafe shrugged. “You’ve had your fun , okay? We’ll work it out. I forgive you for messing with that dirty little Pogue and you can forgive me about what happened—” He went to move closer but you backed away.
“No.” Firmly standing your ground , you looked him in the eyes. “I don’t forgive you for what happened and believe me I tried that ‘forgive but don’t forget’ bullshit but you don’t deserve for me to forget. You hurt me , Rafe. You really hurt me. I loved you so much and you did time and time again. I loved you and you took advantage of that so honestly— fuck you.” Your pointer finger stared at him accusingly. “Fuck you for wasting my fucking time. This is it. This is the closure and after this I never want to talk to you again.”
Rafe stared at you like you had grown a third head. In all the time he had known you , he had never seen you like this. So bold and outspoken. You weren’t that timid girl who was too afraid to order her own meal at a restaurant anymore. “You don’t love him.” Was all he could say , his tongue poking his cheek. He wouldn’t show it and he wouldn’t say it— but it hurt him more than he thought it would. Maybe he never thought you’d get over him. Maybe he assumed you’d take him right back and blow off whatever guy was occupying your time. Sure it had been a couple months , but you couldn’t have fallen in love. You couldn’t have.
“I–I do.” Though you hadn’t admitted it to JJ just yet , you knew that you did. “And it’s right this time.”
“JJ Maybank?” Rafe said his name like it was the most outlandish thing in the world. “Really?”
“Really , Rafe. He doesn’t cheat on me at every party. He doesn’t laugh at me when I cry because the movie’s sad. He lets me listen to whatever I want in the car and he laughs at my jokes. He likes when I wear that red dress and heels. He loves me for all that I am and never tries to change that.” Everything had seemed to make sense in your head as you explained it to him , saying it out loud like that.
“Y/N—”
“You don’t love me , Rafe. You loved how I loved you.” You told him with your voice going softer. “But I know somewhere inside of you is capable of loving someone the way JJ loves me and when you find her , don’t make out with every girl you see and take lines of their ass.” You laughed , laughed at something that once broke your heart into a million pieces but now it humorous to you. Healed.
Rafe couldn’t find the words to say. His mouth couldn’t even open at that. He just stood there and watched you walk away back into JJ’s arms who instinctively wrapped around you , rubbing up and down the skin. He watched as he kissed you and the way you wrapped your arms around his neck , giggling and blushing like you once did with him.
It was too late to be sorry and he realized that.
You had started over. You began to fall in love all over again and Rafe was old news to you now— and it hurt a little more than he realized it would.
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I js had this thought when I was watching in tt, u don't have to do this if you don't want to but lil sis with the itoshis who ice skate and she's really good and famous for it because they say it's so artistically and impressive but she's actually doing it to forget the pain she's dealing with with her brothers because she misses how they were when they were a child and kept wishing they could go back to the way they were but from how sae doesn't even come home anymore and doesn't even give signs that he's even alive and with rin going to blue lock, she's pushing herself harder:((
quick question: was the video about yuzuru hanyu?
also, do y'all itoshi fans have a thing for pain? why are y'all's requests so angsty? do y'all need therapy? cuddles? a cookie?
reader is fem! reader
ᵒⁿ ⁱᶜᵉ, ⁱ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ !!
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being the youngest itoshi includes...
imma take inspiration from this godly man called yuzuru hanyu and say you're similar to him in terms of skill. you've won first in multiple competitions, tournaments, and even in the junior olympics, you've won gold.
and your parents are so proud and happy for you, will brag about you and how proud they are of you to all of their friends and extended family members.
they've made it clear that you don't have to push yourself so hard because they're worried that you'll get sick from practicing so much, and you're grateful for their concern.
your brothers, on the other hand, are a pair of heavily emotionally constipated men.
and they look like they're not even remotely interested in ice skating because of how lowkey obsessed they are with soccer, but you need to know a few things
sae has definitely doxxed your haters online anonymously with the most complex and longest words in the english dictionary that the haters will cry reading it because they feel fucking stupid.
rin isn't very active on social media, but he will be petty and slander some haters here and there too
just because they don't talk to you much, doesn't mean they can't do brotherly things like doxxing people online and not getting cancelled because there's more people who support you than hate you.
oh, and don't even get me started on people who make inappropriate comments about your moves, outfit, positions, ANYTHING
like please the itoshi brothers have and always will be the most scary duo when they finally team up and agree on something together. you can't win against them. they have the world of soccer around their pinkie finger, do you think you have a chance?
sae's fans will slander people just because he said they looked at him weird, what do you think will happen when sae's fans hear that his sister is being sexualized by people three times her age?
it's not going to fly
neither are those pedos' careers, since they got reported lmao
rin will definitely have one hell of a time gossiping with the guys in blue lock about it, and thrive in silent pride as they get mad in your honor
even shidou will get mad over the disgusting comments online
like yes, he has little to no filter and acts out of pocket 98% of the time, but he wouldn't go far as to figuratively and literally drooling over a child that's a third of his age. like no, that's below him
loki then mentions that you do look a lot like rin, having black hair and pretty eyelashes, and the room is silent.
karasu asks how loki met you, and the man claims he met you during the junior olympics that he went to with noa because they had some time on their hands and wanted to see some talent outside of soccer.
it is then revealed that rin's sister in literally the center gem of japan's crown in ice skating.
the pride and joy of japan in the latest junior winter olympics
the girl that exploded on the national sports news overnight
the same girl that most people still don't know her famous elite-soccer brother.
everyone's looking at rin like he's betrayed them, and shidou doesn't hesitate to start throwing hands with the guy while karasu starts scrolling online for any videos of you to watch with the other guys
they just left rin to perish, really
but they do see how talented you are! you're literally flying on the ice and air with these clunky, heavy skates, and it's like they're witnessing a miracle for the first time
no wonder you're a gold medalist, you totally deserve it.
makes the "oh nooooo" sound whenever you don't make a landing because the fall looks PAINFUL
but yeah, a good portion of blue lock boys are in your fanbase. they all have a favorite choreo, outfit, song, and makeup look. you're their favorite itoshi hands down, there's no debate.
and yes, they do notice that in almost every interview you're in, you're saying something about how you wish your brothers were watching, and that they're proud of you
so karasu slides up and goes
"are ya proud?"
rin deadass looks at him in the eyes like he's cursed out his entire bloodline and goes
"of course, i am. i'm not stupid."
that wasn't really what he was asking, but at least he got royally offended when karasu doubted his brotherly proudness.
it's the same for sae, since his teammates know about you and all too.
like he looks bored whenever he looks over your choreos that they're not sure if he even likes you to begin with.
and sae takes a HUGE OFFENSE to that
like he's your big bro, of course he's proud?! it doesn't show on his face, but he's definitely interested in what you're doing to improve on skating! he could be spending his time watching soccer, but he's watching you instead!
saves all the cool edits of you on tiktok 1000000%
watches them when he's on a flight to his games for good luck
sends them to rin too like rin doesn't have his own collection of edits.
that's the most they send to each other, really.
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milesmolasses · 1 year
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I'm gonna kill you
miles morales x reader
if you don’t know what “throwing franks” means it basically means telling someone to “suck my dick” lmao
which reminds me the setting is nyc (bk)
is this what ppl call crack? idk man
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"miles I'm not playin with you right now, put my water bottle down I'm thirsty!"
miles walked around the dingy restaurant, my bottle in his hand, which was waved high in the air. "you gon have to come and get it than miss smart mouth! you keep playin with me like I can't beat you up," he joked.
miles has been my best friend ever since the middle of third grade when he switched his elementary school. i remember when he was this tiny, shy kid who sat at the back of the school basement for lunchtime since our school never had a formal lunchroom. all i wanted was to make a new friend, so i walked up to the shy new boy and ate my lunch with him. we would walk home together, play at the park together, and have cute lil playdates scheduled by our mothers; ah, yes, those were the times; up until now.
"bro, my bad, just give me my water bottle my mouth is on fire, no funny shit," i had my tongue out, breathing heavily. my mom owns this restaurant, where she cooks (insert culture) dishes for the world of Brooklyn to enjoy. this space doubled as our hang-out spot, considering i would stop by every day after school for free food. my mom had served me (insert dish) with extra spice; "try something new," they said. "it'll be delicious," they said. while yes, the food was good, the new added spices had me steaming at the ears, tongue out, huffing and puffing like a damn dog.
now you may be wondering, "who the hell told you to do this?" miles. it was always miles. he knows I don't usually stray from the usual dishes that i get every time we come here, but somehow he convinced me that trying something new would be good for me. so, i let him order on my behalf; this dude ordered me (insert cultural food)… with 3x the amount of hot sauce I usually get. leading us to now...
"'my bad' is not an apology, bozo, i need to hear you say what i want you to say," he said with the biggest smile on his face. all i did was throw a frank at him, and he chose to torment me, saying, "i was disrespectful." he wants a sorry? imma give him a damn sorry.
"ok ok I'm sorry, miles please just give me the bottle," this time, my eyebrows were furrowed and i made sure to put my acting skills to the test. miles gave me a worried look, scared that he actually went too far this time in his games. he gave me back the water bottle and came closer to me, examining my face to see if i was ok.
"yo, you good? I'm sorry i didn't know it was that deep. here you go drink this," he looked so sorry. he looked like he really regretted what he did to me, it almost made me feel bad for what i was about to say to him.
almost...
"yeah, it was that deep... deep in ya momma!" i watched as miles face slowly converted from looking worried to "what did this bitch just say to me?" i started to run out of the store as fast as i could, chugging the water down my throat with my mouth still on fire. miles was definitely faster than me, so i decided to hide somewhere, anywhere.
i turned the corner, body jerking forward so fast i almost fell face first into the concrete. i caught myself on my hands just in time as i kept my momentum and ran down the block. i looked behind me and he was literally right there in arms reach of me literally, reaching his arm out to grab me. i grabbed the door handle of an unknown store and stumbled into it.
there i could see several women and young girls look up from what ever they were doing to look at me. just as they were looking at me, miles ran in the store and came to an abrupt stop. great now even more people were staring; it was then i realized all the assortments of nail polish laid out neatly on different shelves. oh my god it was a nail salon. miles looked down at me with eyes wide open and a look on his face that screamed "oh hell nah." a lady from the front desk with a slim figure and a headwrap, came up to us and pulled us to the side.
"I'm sorry, you cant just run into this store and be rowdy. we have customers to attend to and they don't need disturbances." i looked up at miles to see him already responding to the lady with prayer hands, "I an so sorry about my friend here please forgive them, sometimes they're a bit hard to control. i think we'll be leaving now, once again, so sorry," he responded whilst dragging me by the shirt to leave the salon. once we were on the side walk again, i busted out laughing so hard, i had to hunch over and close my eyes to keep tears from falling out.
miles gave me the biggest side eye known to man as i laughed in the middle of the street, looking around for people possibly staring at us.
"i swear to god I'm gonna kill you when i get to your house."
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this was fun to write lmao
I was really just writing anything that came to mind
I did this once after 7th grade in the summer with some friends so that’s what I based this on
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plan3tjuniper · 8 months
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"Insatiable" Leon S. Kennedy~
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INCLUDES: fluff, friends(barely) to lovers, smut, jealous Leon, oral (m receiving), confessions, angry fucking?(close enuf), P in V, cream-pie, unprotected sex
Leon never thought of himself as possessive or even very monogamous til he saw you sucking another guy off..
Authors note: ok wow I'm finally back in the fanfic writing game after a long hiatus, hope you guys like this one. He's literally all i think about (this is gonna be a long one) also GOD HES SO MMPH UGWHDGSUJBUHSHIW
Leon Kennedy was an odd man romantically. He had had his fair share of sexual and romantic relationships, but he could never find himself to care too much for it. Did he enjoy a good romance movie here and there? sure! Does he enjoy sex? yeah who doesn't. And he has a pretty decent ratio. (its about a 3:50 for every girl who flirts with him which is pretty good seeing as most every woman who sees him gets a girl boner) He always wanted to settle down one day and be normal, cute wife, cute dog, cute little white picket fence life. But in reality, he only wanted that because what else would be do? His life was so far from normal that even to imagine it any different was insanity so he settled on the default, he had no idea how he would feel going from chaos and action to comfort and boringness. He had grown accustomed to the lifestyle in one way or another.
You on the other hand weren't in a relationship solely because you didn't want to be. And you were proud of it. You are young and just enjoying sex and fun while you still can. Kids and marriage were never in the picture for you and at the most you could see yourself raising a sweet little boy you adopted. But you'd never met anyone that made you want to settle down or that you could see a future with. You were a self-proclaimed slut. Your friends say you'd fuck anything in a 5 foot radius which isn't true but your body count is in the late 20s (ignoring blowjobs which don't realllyy count) And you enjoyed it, couldn't get enough.
You and Leon worked together, acquaintances but if someone asked you'd call him your friend. You had been on a few smaller missions together, you were hot for him and he was such a flirt. You could've sworn you threw out at least 3 pairs of panties just from just making eye contact with the man. But you were a professional woman and couldn't do anymore than glance and flirt with him on the job. Which is why you're thanking god and the heavens above that Chris and Jill and a few other people from the office invited you out clubbing tonight. They made sure to tell you Leon was coming because you are not an inconspicuous woman.
You'd finished your hair and makeup and slid on your little black dress, it may be basic but fuck you looked good it hugged you in all the right places(god you have a great ass). You put on your lipstick afterwards because you didn't want smears on the inside of the dress. and then put a bracelet and some earrings on, basic but you didn't want to get tangled up while dancing. You grabbed your little matching black purse and strapped your heels on and went and sat on your couch, eager. You had started getting ready 3 hours early, but who could blame you? It had been all you were thinking about all day. Your stomach churned in excitement as you tried to pull your attention to the TV to pass the 30 minutes you had to waste before they swung by to pick you up. You grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled on it to the incoherent talking it was hard to eat with your gut constricting in excitement. Really all you were thinking about was how to talk to Leon.
They finally arrived a minute late, a polite knock on your door followed by Chris banging on it and yelling "POLICE OPEN UP!" you giggled and opened the door to jill punching him in the arm. You were stunned for a second by the presence of Leon behind them just staring at you. He was like a sexy ghost. You regained your thoughts and said "you're two minutes late this is unacceptable" crossing your arms feigning anger. Jill gets on her knees and pleads "I'm so so sorry we had car troubles, whatever could i do to make it up to you" faking a cry. You put your hand to her face and say "you should've walked." You two make eye contact after your statement and cant hold it in any longer erupting in laugher. They start to walk to the car parked in the parking lot of your apartment building. You wait a second to lock the door and Leon stays by your side while the others start a conversation of their own. "You're quiet" you say pulling the key out and putting it in your bag. "I know, I honestly just don't know what to say" you share an awkward chuckle "you look nice" he said making eye contact with you. You look up at him nudging his shoulder with your own "thank you, I think this is my first time seeing you dressed like a normal person. Like if you ever wore sweatpants I think my head might explode." He laughs at that not a lot but it's genuine. You get to the car and climb into the back seat with Leon, he holds the door open "your seat madam" "why thank you sir" you say with a smile. You hear Chris say "knew itt" before jill hits him again.
The car was fun, listening fun trashy white girl music to get in the mood and singing along, cracking stupid jokes and doing bits with your friends in the front. Leon was making fun of the music the most but even he started humming along eventually, you're never letting him live it down. During the parts he was silent he would just stare at you talking and having fun, you were too caught up to notice the way he was studying your features, the curve of your nose, how you look when you laughed, the little moles and freckles on your skin, he was soaking it all in like a sickly victorian child seeing the sun. You sat back for a second to see him biting at dead skin on his lip when he brought his focus back to the conversation. You reached in your bag and pulled out some chapstick and handed it to him, he looked a little stunned (and a little turned on at your thoughtfulness) he put it on around and on his lips because they really needed it. You looked at him when his hand pulled away you noticed a sheer pink color outlining his mouth. You let out a giggle and he looked at you confused "what?." "I forgot it was tinted" you said hand covering your mouth in shock and interest. "I bet i look fabulous" he said with a flat tone and then puckering his lips at you. "yeah the smeared lipstick look is really in right now" you say giggling at his accidentally over-lined lips before leaning over and grabbing his face to wipe around his lips so he doesn't look insane. His breath hitched feeling your thumb swiping under his lips. "You know you could've just asked to kiss me, didn't have to make me look stupid" he said almost mumbling cause he didn't want to move him mouth too much and mess you up. "As if!! kissing you would be like kissing sandpaper! You are one cold morning away from a mouthful of blood from those cracks on your lips" you say pulling away from his face.
You knew what you were doing, and you knew that he liked you. You weren't dumb and you weren't gonna play it. You saw how he looked at you and god he had to know to some capacity how much you wanted him.
He was all you could get off to when you were alone now, sneaking a hand down to your panties and wishing it was his. Pumping your finger in and out of yourself almost antagonistically, you had assumed he'd be teasing and mean in your fantasies about him. And you would be lying if you said you said you hadn't been sleeping with more blonde guys as of recent to pretend that they're him. But none of them fucked you like Leon did in your head.
You guys pulled up the club finally, "The Alley Cat" stupid name but a dance floor and booze is a dance floor and booze. Starting to walk towards the door you notice that what you assumed was a busy sidewalk was a line around the block to get in. "This place is brand new how'd they find it so fast" jill said with a look of defeat. "Clubbers are menaces. Just give me a second I can get us in" you said adjusting your bra and arching your back very slightly.
You sauntered towards the bouncer, a man who looked to be in his late 30s, grown out buzz cut, brown mean eyes and a pair of sunglasses adorning his head. He was strong, not as strong as the men you worked with but you knew he could throw you around like you weighed as much as a napkin. He was tall too, too tall but that seemed to be good when your occupation is to be a human brick wall. His arms were crossed as he watched you strut up to him, squeezing your cleavage together and pouting. "Hello sir, i was wondering if you'd let me and my friends in" touching his chest "we were just sooo excited" you say slowly lips still in a pout looking up at him with half lidded eyes. "mmm.. I'll let you guys in if you make it worth my while" he said with a disgusting grin, you were such a hypocrite for being grossed out by the man when you knew that thats exactly what you were trying to get him to agree to. Just comes with the territory of being a woman I guess. You turn around with a wide smile on your face and wave your friends over. Jill squeals and trots over in her heels to hug you.
Leon had watched the whole ordeal go down, he had no idea what the two of you were saying but he could tell whatever you were doing was working. He had no right to be jealous so why was he, you two were barely friends he had no claim on you. Is what he tried to tell himself but his stomach was bubbling with jealousy and a little bit of anger. Anger that continued to grow when he saw the bouncer walk the group in and sweep you off to god knows where to do god knows what.
"She needs to stop doing this I would've been fine with waiting an hour or two" jill said with a sigh sitting down at the bar she ran her fingers through her short hair and looked around getting a scope of the place. "Doing what?" He said barely loud enough to hear over the music. Leon knew the answer to the question but he still asked anyways praying silently she wouldn't say it. "The last 5 times we've went to clubs she's pulled the whole seduce the bouncer thing and then suck him off in a backroom or closet. It's her choice at the end of the day but that must be really degrading mentally overtime for her. She may say she loves being a whore now but I don't think it's good for her to be treated like an object so often." Leon listened sympathetically but he was gritting his teeth internally at the idea of you sleeping with someone who wasn't him.
Leon didn't understand why he was feeling this way, you're gorgeous and he knew that, everyone knew that. But he enjoyed being around you. Every time he sees you he gets a little flustered thinking about how to talk to you and 'accidentally' eavesdropping when you'd talk about something you were passionate about, or recent news, or a mission or just something you enjoyed. He'd listen and wish he was the person you were talking to. He was absolutely infatuated with you. And he realized recently that the reason for it is because you're so interesting. He could never keep a girlfriend or fling before because he'd get bored so fast, he was addicted to the chaos in his life. It was his normal. And he wanted you to be that one constant in his life who he wakes up to every morning and wonders "what is she doing today?." because he knows it'll be a different answer every time. He wanted you to be his inconstant constant. By now the simmer of jealousy in his stomach had turned to a boil and it was spilling out. It should be him thats you're on your knees in front of not some loser who works at a club. He shivers at the thought.
The bouncer leads you to a storage closet about the size of a small bedroom, he starts nipping at your neck and groping your tits through your dress before pushing you to your knees in-front of him. his back against the cold concrete wall. You unzip his black pants music blaring through the door although the bass is louder than anything else. You pull his dick out, half hard and pump it a few times. "Just fucking suck it you little club slut." You knew it was his idea of dirty talk but it still didn't stop you from rolling your eyes. But maybe thats just because he's not Leon.
You take the tip into your mouth licking and sucking on it and finding his sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, you play with it for a little before he grabs a hold of your hair and starts throat fucking you. Drool pooling around your mouth and dribbling down your chin. Your eyes started to water as you relaxed your throat and just took him. That went straight to your panties, something inside you loved being manhandled. You were insatiable. Your makeup was probably fucked right now but you were too busy to care, and it was too dark in the club for anyone to notice. You started to move along with him as you could feel him getting closer squeezing your hair and his moans heightening in pitch, mouth falling into an 'O'. Or rather he was getting closer because before you could think Leon had busted through the door.
The mans whose name you still don't know's hand went limp on the back of your head as his whole body stilled. You pulled off of him a string of spit connecting you and his dick. Leon looked furious, jaw clenched and hands balled up into tight little fists definitely leaving little crescent-shaped marks in his palms. "Leon?" you said confused, barely able to think to ask why he's here before he punches the man straight in the nose. His head flies back holding his face, before he lunges on Leon. Theres a short lived battle of arms and legs before Leon is pinned down and cuffed. "You both are fucking out. now."
The man escorts you both out, Leons hands cuffed behind his back being held and you walking freely alongside, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more. He throws you two out on the curb and you hear a few people in the front of the line snicker. You make a quick call to Jill to say Leon got you two kicked out and that you'd update her later and you wanted her to enjoy her night, and to tell the people who haven't shown up yet that they can just say they're with her.
"Yeah, Yeah I'm sorry.. I know!! It's terrible, but he's probably just drunk. Yeah i'll get him home safe. Yeah. Okay, love you bye bye"
Thats all Leon hears as you're on the phone pacing back towards him, it was an odd habit you picked up. Needing to be doing something while talking to someone.
You look up at him with a mix of pity and annoyance and run your hands through your hair with a sigh. "C'mon, I'm walking you home. gotta make sure you don't beat anyone else up." You pat his back and start walking.
"I'm not drunk.."
"Sure Leon."
The two of you walk in silence for what feels like an eternity, the sounds of honks and angry drivers keeping you two sane. You take a sharp breath and contemplate your words before spitting them out.
"Why'd you do that Leon?" You say softly, looking over at him.
He refuses to look you in the eye, focusing on the sidewalk ahead of you. He responds with barely a mumble. "Jealous"
"What..?"
He finally looks you in the eyes and sighs "I was jealous.. can we just pretend like this never happened?"
You ignore his question. "Why were you jealous Leon.."
He groans and looks up to the sky, massaging his neck.
"Why do you think"
You smile at him, small. He doesn't notice though.
"Youuu like meee"
"You're making me wish I didn't right now"
"Shut up" You push his arm slightly, he stumbles over his feet to the side.
"So?"
"I mean I guess you're kinda cute" You say sarcastically, smile widening.
"Kinda?" He leers at you with that smirk on his face
you wanted to fuck it off of him
After a few more minutes of walking and bantering you arrive at his apartment, you climb up the stairs with him and he unlocks the door with ease. You follow him inside.
He takes his jacket off, revealing his toned back covered by a thin layer of cloth, if you weren't wet before you were now. He turns around to ask you a question but before he could even finish the first word you practically pounced on him.
Lips pressing against his, hands gripping onto his shirt desperately, like if you let go he'd disappear. He was shocked at first before letting out a low chuckle into your mouth, that went straight to your panties.
One of his hands grip your waist and the other grips your ass, pulling your body even closer to his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, making you melt at his touch. Letting out a whine into the kiss, the hand that was holding your ass moves up to your scalp and pulls your head back. Gripping your hair tight, a string of saliva connecting your wet lips as he pulls you away from him.
This time a whine leaves your mouth but its more of a beg and less of a moan. "Awww so needy" He says mocking you. "Leon please.."
His grip on your scalp stays strong as he forces you to your knees, he lets go and moves his hand to caress your face. Using a thumb to part your lips, you just look up at him dumbly. He puts his thumb in your mouth and you start sucking it mindlessly. "good girl.."
You look up at him and nod your head with a "mhm."
"Take off your dress" he says sternly.
You unzip your small, revealing dress to reveal a matching set of black lace panties and bra. He hums in approval.
"You were planning on getting fucked tonight.. probably by some stranger that couldn't treat you half as good as me"
You just continue to look up at him.
"C'mon baby, I want you to show me exactly what you would've done to that bouncer."
You nod at him again and work quickly at his belt and button.
"Someones experienced."
You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees and kiss around his dick, biting his thigh.
You take his fully erect penis into your hand, stroking it a few times. He looks like he's in complete bliss just from that. Eyelashes fluttering and looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.
You lick his tip, flicking your tongue on his frenulum. His hand grips tighter on the back of your head and he lets out a small gasp. You put his tip in your mouth, and he lets out a groan at that.
"Quit teasing" he says lowly almost in a growl.
"Thought you wanted me to do exactly what id do to him" you tease him.
And with that you put him in your mouth in an instant, deep throating him. You pull away for a moment, looking up at him "feel free to fuck my mouth."
You put him back in your mouth and with that he grips your hair and starts fucking into your mouth, you gag slightly, tears pooling in your eyes and drool leaking down your chin again.
He turns your bodies around so now you're pressed against the wall, still sitting. And now instead of moving your mouth back and forth he's thrusting his hips into your mouth, losing himself and moaning. Your fingers are now digging into his clothed thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on his meaty thighs.
You were sopping wet by this point, trying to hump the ground or your heel for some friction. Your heel was now rubbing against your clit and you let out a moan around him.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck such a good girl, just a little throat for men to use aren't you?"
He grips your hair again and with another long moan he releases into your throat. Coating the inside of your mouth completely, pulling out slightly too soon and spurting a little onto your cheek. You swallow all of it and then open your mouth to show him.
"God you're such a slut"
He uses one hand to grab your face, pointer finger and thumb squishing each side of your face. Pulling you to stand up.
He takes you to his bedroom and you fall back onto his bed with a giggle.
He undoes your heels slowly, a more sensual and tender moment compared to what you guys were doing just minutes ago. He takes both of them off and takes off his shirt leaving him nude and you wearing your bra and panties.
He crawls over your body and plants soft kisses to your collar bones and chest, before unhooking your bra. you arch your back slightly so he can do it easier. He slides it off of your arms and continues trailing soft kisses all over your chest before licking around one of your nipples.
It was gentle and made you feel safe in an odd sense, he looks up at you with blown out eyes. Hair slightly messy and him looking sexier than ever.
"Gonna treat you so much better than any of those assholes, gonna make you cum til your sobbing happy tears"
You caress his face with a soft smile, your smaller hand giving him comfort. You pull his face closer to your own and pull him into a kiss, wrapping your leg around his waist. He brings a hand down to squeeze your ass.
"Was thinking about doing this when I saw you in that slutty little dress."
He leans back for a moment, to grab your panties and slide them off of you, throwing them somewhere in his room. Doesn't matter, you're not getting them back.
He moves back into you, grabbing inside of your knee and putting it back around his waist, lining his dick up with your pleading hole. Barely putting his tip in and watching himself just disappear into you.
"Quit teasing Leon, please.. need you" You look up at him with a pleading look, he snickers at your desperateness before pushing into you completely. Your soft walls hugging and squeezing him just right, you felt like heaven. He would stay right here forever if he could.
He lets out a groan and starts moving, you moan along with him. He filled you up so perfectly.
"Fuck, could get used to this cunt. Sucking me in so good, made for me"
He continues to fuck into you at an increasingly fast pace, your pussy making wet squelching sounds as he pounds into you. Abusing your g-spot.
"Say it sweetheart, no one could fuck you as good as me" he says smirking at you, your hips slamming together to make a harmony of moans and wet sounds.
"No one could fuck me as good as you Leon, feel s'good. Making me feel so gooomph" you choke out a sob as he picks up the pace even more.
"Clit.. Leon please" you manage to squeak out while he pounds into you. He brings a hand down to rub small circles on you, you're so close to breaking. This man knew how to press all of your buttons just right, you knew it was just sex talk but maybe he was onto something.. maybe he was made for you.
You could feel yourself reaching your high, you felt the pressure building in your abdomen as you tried not to clench around Leon but you couldn't help it. He let out a moan when you did, bringing you even closer to the ledge. "its okay baby.. just come for me, c'mon sweetheart"
He starts fucking you at an even more relentless pace, and with a scream you finish around him, walls of your cunt fluttering around his still moving cock. You can only whimper and say his name as he continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own release.
He starts to pepper kisses onto your neck as he starts to quicken his pace "can I cum inside?, please baby. Need to, been thinking about filling this little pussy up since we met"
You let out a whine and nod your head, as he starts to whimper himself in your ear.
"So good, so good for me, gonna breed you. And you're gonna love it aren't you? Yeah you are, little fucking slut."
Biting down on your shoulder and he starts to spurt inside of you, seed filling you up to the brim as he thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm as he kisses around the bite mark he left on your neck. His trusts slow down and his hips eventually still inside of you.
He looks up from your neck at your face in a haze before pecking you on the lips. "Wanna be the only person who gets to fuck you, and kiss you and hold you like this. Let me take you out on a date okay? Be your little boyfriend"
You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck and roll over so now you're on top of him "yeah.. I think id like that Leon"
You kiss him on the lips again, this one much more gentle and soft than the hungry kisses you two shared earlier. You lift your hips off of him, pulling his dick out of you with a wince. He watches in awe as his cum drips out of you onto his torso.
"I'm never letting you go now"
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OKAY HAII AUTHORS NOTE:
This took so fucking long to write and its pretty proofread but if there are any mistakes just tell me. Proud of this!!!!
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d6volution · 4 months
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okay so like, what about a reader that also goes into heat? And as soon as Jax finds out (while he himself is also in heat) he just breaks into readers room while reader happens to be humping a pillow and just fucks them raw then and there. (Breeding kink maybe?-)
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decided to put these two asks together since they were similar, 🤭
tags: heat cycles, breeding kink, overstim, manhandling, tail pulling, cursing, crying, rough sex. kinda mean jax. (fem reader)
Usually Jax was more or less good at hiding his heat. After all there was no way in hell he planned on letting anyone get the jump on him about this. It'd probably become the main topic of conversation among the circus, seeing as everyone has nothing else to do here.
The only downside was he'd be bored completely out of his mind being stuck in his room. It was a better alternative to pouncing any living creature that walked and trying to fuck it raw though. So he'd have to deal with the boredom for the time being.
Days went by, and Jax spent his time rutting into his fist and hand to take the edge off. But it never satisfied him. It was honestly humiliating how many times he jacked off in one day just to feel a piece of normalcy. So not only did he have to deal with being trapped here, but every once in a while, he had to go through this torment. With no one to relieve him, but.. well him.
It did occur to him that maybe others may have had this problem, like you, for example. The new girl, you had two ears that sprouted from your head and a tail as well. But as far as he's concerned, you've been perfectly fine. It wasn't fair. What kind of sick joke was this anyway?
A day trudged by, and luckily enough Jax wasn't bothered by any of the other members. Which was great considering he was preparing to fuck his fist once again .. until. A very particular smell hit his senses. All of the sudden his pupils were blown wide. "What.. is that.." He muttered to himself , absolutely confused yet intrigued by this scent drawing him in. Made his dick throb in his pants.
He had tunnel vision now and had to find the source, maybe it was the cure he needed to get rid of this damn feeling.
"Not now Kinger, don't got the time." He said once he opened the door to leave his room. Kinger was standing there waiting to knock but Jax walked right past him. Kinger hunched over in disappointment.
Jax walked past a few doors in the large corridor, he knew he was getting closer as the scent grew stronger.
"Huh." Jax scoffed, arriving in front of your door after following the scent here, it was so overwhelming that his instincts took over again and he opened the door slipped inside , and closed it behind him immediately... and there you were , the room full of your scent. Jax shuddered, watching you hump a pillow on your bed, whining and gripping at it in need. Ears flat against your head. He watched for a moment in silence. His dick throbbing and straining against his overalls.
"H.. Hey, doll—" He said and cleared his throat his throat, trying to interrupt your little session. He was still quite surprised you didn't hear him come in.
"Hhn.. J.. Jax? Please.. I need help.. I.." You were too dazed, too drunk on lust to care that he barged in. "I don't know whats wrong with me.."
"The pillow not cuttin it doll? You know I can help ya.." You both were like animals in heat... literally.
You weren't even aware you could go into heat until now, and it was driving you insane. You came so many times that your cunt was sore and puffy but it wasnt enough. You needed something inside, you needed to be bred. Full of someomes young. Jax's young.
"Jax.. please..." You whined, and positioned yourself in such a way that Jax almost came in his pants immediately. Your ass was in the air, two fingers pushing your puffy lips apart to show off the wet needy hole in between your legs.
"Don't gotta ask me twice," Jax climbed onto the bed , in the process pushing his overalls off his shoulders and pulling his heavy cock from its confines. You both were far from needing foreplay, he needed a hole to fuck and you needed to be filled. "You always this wet.. its like you pissed your pants or somethin'.." He jokes, teasing his angry throbbing tip against your slick.
"Ah.. J.. Jax, I've only used m'fingers before so— nnhg..!!" He slammed all the way inside, burying himself to the hilt in your cunt. You squirmed beneath him, as the wind was knocked out of you.. there was a tinge of pain but overwhelming euphoria. "S.. So d...deep hha.." Your fingers clawed at the blankets beneath you.
Jax's self-control was thrown out the window as soon as he was buried inside of you. He used his hand to push your face into the mattress. His mind is now filled with, "Breed, breed breed."
The panting bunny was forcing your back to bow in a steep arch, giving him acess to dig deeper into your cunt. You gasped and continued to squirm, whining that it was 'too much, too big'.. until your words turned into incoherent babbles. As Jax refused to stop humping into you.
"Too much? Nah, doll sit here and take it. I've been dealing with this for way too long for you to back out now... ghn..." You were squeezing him so tight, sucking him in. You were made for this. Made for him.
"J.. Jax pleas.. nnh.. senstive..!" You wailed, tears welling up in your eyes. Ypur poor body was jerked forward each time he thrusted into you.
Your body was at war with itself, Jax was battering against your most senstive spots.. it was so good but too much at the same time. You felt like your brain was melting. Maybe you should just give in, get bred and maybe you wouldn't have to worry about a thing after that.. right? He'd take care of you.. and your babies.
Jax's voice pulled you out of your head, and back to reality. Suddenly your body was buzzing and the feeling of Jax's thick dick pummeling inside of you was real again.
"J—Just stay still sweetheart, it isnt that hard. Heh, maybe this is what ya get for letting someone.. l-like me into your room at a time like this..heh.." He grunted, eyes hovering over your form before his gaze rested on your tail. He grinned wide before yanking it and forcing your ass to perk up a little towards the air. You yelped and convulsed around his dick, orgasming immediately from him manhandling your tail.
"J..Jeez, doll..!" He spoke through gritted teeth, your slick insides clamping down on him as he humped you through your climax. Jax had to hold on though, he wasn't quite ready to cum yet. "Wonder how many times you can do/that.." He yanked your tail again, and just like that you were squeezing him.
It was pure bliss for him, "There ya go, just like that.. ngh.. k-keep squeezing on my dick babe... gotta get you pregnant after all.." The words left his mouth carelessly.
Jax didn't care that you were overstimulated, no it was too late for that. You were the answer to this problem, his perfect little slut, and he'd do this as many times as he needed to.
Who else could you go to that would take care of you like this?
"Tell me you want it baby, c'mon.." He urged into your ear. Jax gave your tail a rest, instead opting to pull your hair. Yanking your head from the pillows so he could hear you.
"W.. Want your cum Jax..! Wa.. Wanna get pregnant please..!" You whined and he throbbed in your cunt, grunting in pleasure. "Yeah, I'll get you pregnant babe, you'll be nice and r-round f'me.."
The sound of that made him snap finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. "S.. Shit, doll—" His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him. Your back was flush to his stomach as he pumped his cum inside of you. Stil thrusting even when he stopped cumming.
"There ya go.. can't waste a drop.. or who knows, maybe we can doll. You can go another few rounds, can't ya..?"
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lowkeycasanova · 5 months
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the fans love you
i feel like we all know that a lot of vinnie's fans send/spread hate whenever he's simply seen with a girl, but i decided to write this headcanon in which it's the opposite. where the fans absolutely love you
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At first he didn’t know how to approach the situation. You know, finally telling everyone he has a girlfriend. He was also nervous about the reactions. Not that he gave a fuck about what people were to say about him, it was you he was worried about.
And how would he do it? Would he make a tik tok? Would he post a selfie with you on his Instagram story and let people put two and two together?
You told him you didn’t care about what other people thought. Well, maybe deep down you cared a little. Who wouldn’t? But at the end of the day, you couldn’t control what other people said about you and their jealousy.
Vinnie didn’t know the photo had been taken until Jett sent it to him. It was a picture of Vinnie sitting on the couch, you in his lap, kissing each other with your hands caressing his face and his hands wrapped around your waist. Whoever took it was at a distance and zoomed in to take it. It was a chill night at the house. You thought you were alone. Guess not.
Vinnie said, “fuck it”, and posted the picture on Instagram. It was the third picture out of six for his camera roll dump. And tagged you.
You braced yourself for the comments/notifications. Vinnie was giddy with excitement as he knew he just dropped the bomb and there was no going back now.
You told yourself that you were just gonna ignore it for now. Check back in maybe three days.
It hadn’t even been thirty minutes and you opened the app. Disregarding the new activity on your end, you went straight to his comment section.
“oh so we hard launching now?”
“babe, that don’t look like me”
“This was my last straw”
“bout to take a bath with a toaster”
“I’m actually sick”
“Who tf is this?”
“SHES GORGEOUS”
“Y’all acting like he want y’all.”
“You two are so cute!!”
“W post”
Of course there were going to be negative ones. But to your surprise, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. There were also a good number of positive ones.
You go to your notifications and it’s flooded. Again, the negative comments were there. Some asking who you were and why you were with Vinnie. Some putting the throwing up emoji. Nothing that you didn’t expect. Even Vinnie was surprised at the response, so far. He was sure he was gonna have to tell some people off.
In the days to come, he started posting you more since it the relationship was no longer a “secret”. And honestly, it came natural, not looking like he was trying to show everyone he had a girlfriend. He posted you like he would post his friends.
You did the same. Although you both made sure that a lot of things were kept private.
His fans loved that they could see Vinnie from your point of view on your insta story. They loved seeing him act silly while y’all were out to lunch or out shopping because you dragged him. You liked being able to give them that content.
When he would post a video on tik tok and you were in it, some people would be like “she’s OUR gf” and he’d be like “bro what?”
You had an account of your own but wouldn’t post all that often. Vinnie’s fans would comment on his videos, telling him to tell you to post more.
When he streams, he’ll get a lot of “where’s y/n?” comments from viewers. Sometimes they would ask so much that he literally has to say that you’re not even there at the house. He would fake being offended that they weren’t playing attention to his game play. Not that he could blame them. He couldn’t stop thinking about you either.
There would be mail sent to the P.O. box with Vinnie’s name on the packaging label but every single item was for you.
When out in public, fans were just as excited to meet you. You can’t even count how many selfies you took with them.
Even the guy fans. Now, Vinnie isn’t the type to really get jealous, but you could tell something was up by how clingy he got after.
It’s like they loved you more than him and honestly, Vinnie couldn’t have been happier at the turnout.
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persuasivus · 5 months
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Smutvember ❤️‍🔥
Winter posts challenge x nsfw lemons 🍋
1/30 🚩🔞Jujutsu Kaisen! frat boy Gojo x reader at a party
You're such a daredevil and he's going straight to hell.
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🍌Parties are an essential part of every college guy's time and gojo was no exception. He was hot, smart and popular - Saturdays always proved to be fun and this one will soon turn out to be the cherry of his week.
🍌His fraternity was hosting as usual and after bouncing from one group to another he finally installed himself on the couch in the living room, two chicks dangled on each side.
🍌the attention he was unconditionally getting has been boosting up his ego. gojo was feeling like a literal god, ready to pluck whichever fruit he finds in the garden, bite into it and suck all it's juices out.
🍌people started following in his example and gathered around the couch - some were sitting on the many poufs, others straight on the carpeted ground. he was scrolling through his tinder feeling bored enough to do so even as the two girls were toying with the buttons of his shirt.
🍌someone said truth or dare and he huffed - it's getting hard to come up with any fresh ideas when you're at a party every weekend .
🍌whatever, he's one of the hosts, ain't no way he's splitting, especially since everyone's buzzed and bound to do some crazy shit which will probably end up getting recorded.
🍌some of the regular faces took part in the game, nothing unusual - good old hickeys, bra flashes, shot chugs. it was all keeping him on the verge of being entertained, he was so accustomed to the vibe, it seemed like nothing surprised him.
🍌that's until someone asked one of the ladies if she'd like to play. it appears that she hesitated so her friend stepped in "come on, if you don't like the dare just go with truth instead".
🍌Some of the athletes wasted no time to wildly express their disagreement "nah no pussy outing, Kiyaya. If she's not gonna stick with the dare, we gonna drop her in the pool" one of the jocks commented, first bumping his equally brain dead buddies.
🍌"I'm gonna break your nose before you get the chance to stand up" the girl threatened calmly which pulled out mixed reactions from there crowd.
🍌The jock huffed, obviously insulted by the comment and probably most of all by her calm demeanor. gojo paid special attention to that - his eyes didn't miss the subtle curve of her lips, but other than that she was as calm as the waters of a mountain spring, going around every obstacle it faces.
🍌"alright then, I tell you what - you manage to put me on the ground, Imma jump in the pool myself" he spoke straightening up his bomber jacket.
🍌the girl was sitting crossed legged on the floor, one elbow digging into the plush of her thigh, chin rested on the heel of her palm. She stood up at the dare and offered the jock her hand.
🍌"naked." she added when he stepped towards her. "you'll be jumping in naked" the athlete rolled his eyes and murmured a "sure, whatever", obviously far away from the thought she might be successful. he was eager to defend his manliness and ego.
🍌as soon as the jock entered her range to shake hands, she moved up her open palm and grasped his chin, tilting his head so further back he ended up loosing balance. She tripped him further by putting her heel behind his ankle and in two seconds the football player was dumbfounded, on his butt.
🍌Took everyone in the room a second less than that to cheer in an ungodly manner while the girl simply smirked down at the jock victoriously - his face full of disbelief.
🍌"no pussy outing" her sarcasm was the final nail in his coffin made of deeply rooted shame. his fellow athlete friends pushed him towards the yard, singing the team's anthem - it seemed like a glorious funeral.
🍌one of his ego at least. "little humbling had to be done" the girl explained victoriously to her friend Kiyaya just as the splashing sound went off "I got that on camera!" - Kiyaya assured showing the girl a video of the jock's naked butt hitting the water.
🍌"those aikido skills of yours still are a showstopper" Kiyaya pushed the girl's shoulder as they both laughed and chugged down two shots of tequila.
🍌Gojo's eyes never left the girl throughout the whole thing which in reality lasted no more than a couple of minutes, his blue orbs were glued to her like bees to honey. "I think I might be in love" he thought to himself.
🍌he was not prepared to have his heart so mercilessly toyed with especially by someone this oblivious to the sudden act of torture. Gojo wanted to get close and pull the girl to the side so he can ask where the hell she's been all this time.
🍌but someone rudely interrupted his obsessive thoughts by saying "alright, that was cool and all, for real ain't no one gonna be messing with you missy" - it was his mate Suguru talking.
🍌So far the little speech got the subject of gojo's new founded affections smirk and nod in approval. "but" - Suguru continued "now that we know you ain't no pussy" he taunted looking for a reaction out of the girl but only got her to raise her brows at him "how about a real dare? maybe one with the king of dares himself?"
🍌Suguru pointed at gojo's direction and winked at him somewhat knowingly.
🍌"i ain't sleeping with nobody" - the girl said firmly. Sex. the thought of that sent a jolt of electricity throughout gojo's body and it's final destination was his dick.
🍌"i like your way of thinking but I figured something more vanilla for a start?"- Suguru laughed. he looked around, then reached behind her, crowding her form with his body - it made gojo's insides twist with jealousy.
🍌Geto took a banana from the fruit basket on the table and pointed it at gojo who said in return "be careful where you point that Surugu" That earned a laugh out of everyone, even out of Satoru's new crush.
🍌Geto grabbed a chair, positioned it in front of the girl then motioned for gojo to sit down. For the first time, after Satoru changed seats and found himsf in front of her glorious form, they locked eyes and it felt exhilarating to the blonde.
🍌Geto gave his blonde mate the banana and made him hold it straight up, right above his crotch. "how about you give this banana some special attention and put on this condom with your mouth?"
🍌Gojo almost hissed at the throught of having her lips so close to his hardening dick. his striking gaze was bored into her and he felt any virtuous thoughts fly away when she took the condom between two fingers.
🍌"if that's your idea of vanialla, I don't want to know what the real thing is" - she nonchalantly threw back the comment at his friend Geto then inched the small package close to gojo's lips expectantly.
🍌geto said something under the lines of "hit me up after this and you'll find out" so gojo made a mental note to punch him in the face once he's done fucking his crush into the mattress.
🍌With ego boosted by the rushing blood down to his member, Satoru ripped away the edge of the aluminum package and snarled back "can't do if she's under me, Suguru"
🍌Gojo needed to make sure it's clear this ain't no competition, but whatever it was didn't matter because the girl snatched the condom from between his teeth "you talk too much pretty boy". she eyed his toned body, mentally preparing herself for what was about to come, then chugged down one more shot of whatever was closer.
🍌She kneeled down in front of the chair and he almost wet his pants in anticipation. The girl took off her biker jacket, revealing a black cropped long sleeve with a deep boat cleavage deliciously displayed once she flipped her hair back with one smooth flick of her wrist.
🍌She was daringly looking at him in a game of who'd back down first, but he was horny and stubborn and even if his self composure almost went down the drain he faced the challenge head on.
🍌his crush, kneeled down in front of the chair and he almost wet his pants in anticipation. The girl took off her biker jacket, revealing a black cropped long sleeve with a deep boat cleavage deliciously displayed once she flipped her hair back with one smooth flick of her wrist.
🍌"no looking" she instructed, removing the sunglasses from his hair and placing them over his porcelain eyes. Gojo smiled deviously - of course he was gonna look, she just doesn't need to know that, right?
🍌His patience was running so thin, but then she finally leaned in, the space between the tip of the banana and her sensual lips narrowing dangerously.
🍌The condom was inside her wet mouth and gojo felt the fruit stir in his grip as she parted her balmed lips and enveloped the width of what he imagined to be his leaking cock.
🍌She pushed herself down the length of the banana, making sure to roll the condom down with her tongue. Satoru swore he felt the vibrations of a sinister hum when the top of his pretended dick reached the back of the girl's throat.
🍌It was something only he could feel by gripping the banana and it definitely made that grip tighten. It edged him impossibly, he wanted to get a fistful of her luxurious hair and push her down even further, until she chokes and cries out his name with blurry eyes and sore throat.
🍌He wanted to abuse her hole until she's ruined and fucked out only for him. Possessiveness took over Satoru and it took every drop of sanity not to accomplish his plan right now - bet that would shut up Geto real fast.
🍌The condom now fully covered the length of the banana and right before she pulled off her spit covered lips from it's tip, someone said "suck on his abs"
🍌Gojo grunted as he saw her rub her thighs deliciously at the suggestion. That little tongue swirly number she did on the whore of a fruit in his hand, made her want him and Satoru was so into that.
🍌Through his dark sunglasses he saw the faint tint in her cheeks and the slight hesitation in her eyes, but he was sure she was just as wildly turned on. Any trace of that tough act from earlier long forgotten.
🍌She bit her bottom lip seductively and looked at him from under her thick eyelashes, mind high on the possibility of marking the sculpted body of the handsome stranger. Red painted fingertips crawled up into gojo's shirt, completely ignoring the condom fitted banana.
🍌She pulled it out from the tuck in his jeans revealing the elastic of his briefs and his glorious lower abs. The room was so quiet, everyone was shamelessly staring although gojo didn't give two fucks about who was watching. He bets she's sending a thankful prayer to the heavens for the alcohol she's had this evening.
🍌His body was trembling in anticipation of her lips on his actual skin. She gulped heavily and he chuckled breathlessly at the hearts in her eyes which were glued to his flexed muscles.
🍌She didn't hesitate no more, too hot and bothered to think about how all this looked. The girl placed a hot open mouth kiss on his abs, swirling her melting tongue in a slow circle. her small moan could not be contained and it sent gojo into oblivion. He was absolutely, selfishly lost in that pleasure.
🍌His dick was throbbing and jerking like crazy in those jeans which now felt two sizes too tight. And it showed - the huge bulge was so obvious he feared he might poke her in the eye. She didn't fret at all - so close to his struggling cock yet so completely mesmerized by the soft skin of his pecks under the skillful flicks of her tongue.
🍌She wet figures over one of his pecks and sucked on it, leaving behind an angry mark of obsession, a thin string of spit connecting it with her swollen lips. gojo was desperate to feel her grind the slick of her pussy all over his abs, getting her to cum all over his chest.
🍌At this point there were two options present - one, he'd throw her over his shoulder and fuck her in his dorm room or he'd fuck her right then and there.
🍌Opting for the first choice through gritted teeth, because it cost him inhuman willpower to keep his dick in his pants for even a second longer, he grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her up the stairs.
🍌The wolf howls and whistles coming from the living room fell off deaf ears cause was soon as the door of his room closed, his mouth was on hers.
🍌Gojo kissed her aggressively, having no patience for lovely dovey bullshit. She had gotten him well past the point of being a gentleman, past the point of even asking for her first name. He needed to fuck her, he need to fuck his possession into her so it doesn't matter what her first name is because her last one will be Satoru.
🍌Gojo ripped down the sleeves of her cropped blouse not giving a single fuck about it's condition. Revealing her full breasts he found it highly annoying they were still covered by a bra. Normally he'd appreciate it if it was a cute one, but he didn't care - it was just an obstacle right now.
🍌He quickly took care of that by discarding the disgusting barrier somewhere on the floor. He didn't even bother taking her blouse off, pushing it down to her waist will suffice. His lips never stopped exploring hers.
🍌They were kissing frantically, clothes flying with lightning speed - she moaned, he slapped her ass; she bit his lip, he pulled her hair and bit her neck back; she said his name in an ungodly, needy whisper - he freaked the fuck out and threw her on the bed.
🍌His body hovered over hers, gojo wrapped one hand around his crush's throat, shoving two fingers deep inside her mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are cause I'm way past the pleasantries" he growled while abusing her throat to his delight.
🍌Gojo doubted that she needed any prep considering how hungrily she's been squeezing her thighs, but even in his most bewildered state he couldn't force his dick inside before stretching her out on his fingers first. "you're lucky i'm even doing this, you cocky little tease"
🍌"you gonna cum on my dick baby" he instructed, stretching her roughly with his fingers, simply because he didn't have the composure to finger her to an orgasm before that. he couldn't wait anymore, her pussy felt so hot and tight around his digits. Gojo was edged out to the brim of brainwrecking overstimulation and the only possible solution was to plunge his burning cock in the depths of her dripping cunt.
🍌She cried out as he fucked into her roughly, pace as erratic as his breathing. The air smelled of sex, it intoxicated him - her body, the way it curved beneath his muscles, the way her mouth was wide agape, eyes rolled back, nails digging in her own thighs which were pressed snuggly against her shoulder blades. She was thrashing underneath him like bitch in heat, chasing after her own release and making it impossible for him to last any longer than a virgin schoolboy.
🍌His cum was boiling in his balls and it felt as if he was about to unleash the biggest load he's ever had. He was so close already, it made him tremble like a leaf, absolutely sure his cum is gonna gush out of her throat too.
🍌Fuck, there's no way he's pulling out and he ain't even gonna be asking for permission. His brain doesn't have the capacity to think that straight, it's actually sincerely corrupted by the idea of fucking her so raw and full of his cum she ends up having his baby.
🍌He's gonna take care of them both, just let him cum inside her. God! fuck, that's too much, too hot, too tight, too sexy for his own sake! She needs to be punished for being such a teasing succubus, so he slaps her cheek and covers her mouth with his palm, lavishing in the sight of her bloodshot, teary eyes.
🍌Gojo grunts in her ear and pumps her over and over again until he's satisfied that her pussy has his face engraved on it, ruined for anyone else. "you gonna take my cum baby?" he gasped rhetorically. Of course she's gonna take his cum, he'll make sure to fuck it right into her cervix and knock her up on the spot, eliminating any possible threat for someone else to lay claim on what's already his.
🍌"you're so fucking gorgeous, you teasing slut" gojo moaned, moving away his hand from her lips, crashing her mouth to hers, kissing her sloppily as his hips rolled in and out like an animal fighting to keep it's species alive.
🍌"That little cunt's mine, yeah" it wasn't a question but he slapped her cheek again to gain her attention. she was only nodding in response, moaning senselessly into the night. There's nothing else left in gojo that's gonna help him last any longer, so he spat on his fingers, earning a deep whine from his girl after having her witness the erotic act.
🍌He spread the spit over her clit and rubbed it "fuck your pussy's gripping me so tight" gojo growled, flicking her clit and applying pressure which send her body into overdrive. "you sexy slut, looking at me like a fucking vixen. Not so fiesty now ain't you? tell daddy whose pussy that is"
🍌She moaned his name in response, gripping her hair and shutting her eyes, focused on the way his pelvic bone grinded against her clit as he pinched and twisted her perked up nipples while his cock churned her insides.
🍌Gojo's mind was completely blank besides the obsessive possession he felt - that deranged need to wordlessly brand his name into her skin, soul, heart, cunt, whatever he could reach with the power of his merciless cock. He felt her squeeze him to the point of stinging pain and it was the last drop in the glass which now spilled just like his seed inside of her, coating the gummy walls of that convulsing cunt.
🍌His abs grinded over her smooth skin as he rode out his orgasm with the help of the rolling of her plush thighs. Breathless was a vague understatement of how he felt right now.
🍌But he didn't care at all for fancy words, he felt drained, eyes so droopy, his brain was shutting down after the mind blowing sex with what appeared to be an angel sent from heaven, or a demon from hell - both entirely suitable.
🍌Gojo couldn't wait to have her gorgeous lips wrapped around his dick; his tongue dipped into the glistening slick of her pussy and anything else he might want to do with her, cause she's was his - and if his dick didn't make it clear enough tonight, his charm will tomorrow morning.
🍌With the thought of her swimming around the pool of ecstasy in that mushed brain of his, the last thing he heard before falling asleep was how her name rolled out from her lips. He'll definitely have to ask for it again in the morning.
🍌And so she snuggled next to him under the warm covers, drifting to sleep as well - his cum slowly oozing out of her overly satisfied cunt, dampening the sheets. He'll make her clean that with her cute mouth tomorrow morning while he's having her her for breakfast.
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King&Prince 7
When Eddie returned to the castle, it was in the form of a raven. He perched himself on the outside of Steve's window. The prince was deep asleep and of course, looked completely harmless. Eddie knew not to be fooled by that though. Dustin looked downright cherubic when he slept but could still be an absolute menace. This was a prince, meaning he'd been taught in the ways of strategizing your next move and making every moment count.
It was very likely that he was just regaining energy for an escape attempt later on. Nancy's worries didn't fall on deaf ears. At the time, the reason Eddie didn't put a constant eye on him was because Dustin seemed attached to him already. Now that he was out of the cell, Dustin would probably seek him out at all hours. Which meant the prince wouldn't be able to get far before the young boy mentioned to someone that he couldn't find him.
He was dangerous. Eddie had to remind himself of that even as the prince was surrounded by softness and his face was smoothed of all tension.
The next morning, Steve was awakened by someone banging on the door. "Up and at 'em! Time for work!", Robin shouted through the door.
Steve got up, almost reaching for the doors of the wardrobe before remembering there wouldn't be anything there for him. All he had were the clothes on his back. Even the ones he'd come in with, dirty and wrecked, had been taken. Probably tossed, useless as they were.
He took a quick look at himself in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't too bad. His hair was lacking in its usual style, falling over his forehead, and there was still a bit of darkness under his eyes, but at least he didn't have that layer of filth anymore.
Steve let out a sigh when Robin pounded on the door again. He understood people's problem with him, that didn't mean he liked it.
"What, no breakfast?", Steve asked when she all but dragged him down the hall. They passed a few people who had sneers and glares to spare. At least back home people knew how to hide their disdain for him.
She put him to work in the music room again, arranging chairs with a prepared diagram. He heard someone call her name and she was out of the room, leaving him by himself. Steve wondered if they were just underestimating him or if they were that confident in their security. Steve continued to work for a few minutes before deciding to try and venture outside.
The moment he stuck a foot out the door though, a gaggle of kids were out in the hallway, waiting for him.
"See! I told you!", Dustin exclaimed.
Mike's jaw was on the floor. "They've got you doing chores?!"
"That's gotta be all he's good for", a red-headed girl he didn't recognize said.
The rest of them included Will, Lucas, and another girl he'd never seen before and they started arguing among themselves about Steve and his uses right there.
"Hey, hey!" Steve clapped his hands. "Has no one ever taught you brats any manners?"
"Do you really think so little of us?", Dustin asked.
"Forget it. I've got work to do." Anything to not be surrounded by a random group of children. But just as Steve went in to finish putting up the chairs and arranging the instruments, he was followed right away by the kids, discussing very loudly what was to become of this whole music lesson thing.
"What gives Eddie the right to tell us what to learn?", Lucas asked.
"He's literally in charge of everything else", the red haired girl, Max, said.
"And you guys had no complaints about him making sure you get educated in other things", Mike said.
"Because every young child should have a healthy dose of math, science and the arts", Dustin said.
"Guess what music counts as", Will grinned.
There was that Eddie guy again. Apparently in charge of what these kids learned. Maybe he was some sort of headmaster? Or some kind of higher up here. But Steve had never heard a title attached to their name. Not a lord, or duke, or even a mr. So just who was he to these kids. Steve's interest was almost piqued to ask but he had other things to worry about. Like filling his stomach.
His stomach growling was somehow heard over the cacophony of voices and it was heard by El. Steve had only known her for about fifteen minutes and yet she unnerved him. She laughed and smiled like any child and yet there was something lurking underneath the surface with her.
"He's hungry", she commented.
"Time for lunch then", Dustin decided.
Steve was somehow corralled by them all and he found himself taken to the castle kitchens. He was taken aback by the sights and smells. It was just like the kitchen back home, when he used to sneak down as a kid. The only difference was that instead of a numerous staff, there were much fewer people.
That and some of the pots were stirring themselves. Steve went up to one in awe.
"Magic?"
"Cooking magic", Will explained.
"Sit down, children", a voice said from deeper into the kitchen and Steve was pulled to a small table in the corner with chairs for all of them. The moment they did, a tray of warm bread floated to land in the middle and bowls of soup came flying towards them, landing without spilling a drop.
"Thanks mom!", Dustin called out.
Steve's mouth watered. He'd been eating scraps for days and none of it had been warm. He took his first bite and nearly cried. It was so good. some of the best he'd ever had. The kids were still talking, but Steve hardly paid whatever topic they were discussing any mind. He was too focused on the food. That and the fact that they didn't seem at all bothered by him.
The king's minions had attacked him and thrown him into a dungeon without any thought. The king himself hadn't shown his face until he was sure that Steve had no value as a bargaining chip. That Robin woman saw him as a pack mule and used him as such. The few adults in the kitchen would openly glare at him and Steve wondered if he should worry about poison in his food.
But Dustin and his friends...it was like they didn't care.
Robin appeared just as they finished eating to drag Steve to the library and have him move books around. Steve thought that at least he'd be free of the kids, but of course they weren't too far behind. The idea of library manners were lost to them as well, as they kept their normal volume around what must be thousands of books.
The next couple of days went very much the same, Steve being led around by Robin to reorganize the library. Sometimes it was blessedly quiet, the rest of the time, Dustin was there, asking questions about him or his kingdom which usually prompted some kind of argument amongst his friends.
Somehow, despite himself, Steve started to like them. They even got a laugh out of him once or twice. Dustin was bright, if a bit self righteous. Max was always instigating and it was clear she had fun doing it. Will had a sweet face but wasn't afraid to speak his mind. From what he gathered, they all lived here in the castle, and some of their parents were in the staff.
It was such a routine, that Steve was confused when Robin didn't come to get him one morning. He thought he should wait, but when it got close to noon, well he had to leave in search of food. He was still barefoot, but thankfully that wasn't much of a problem. What was a problem was how he was turned around and didn't know where he was going.
He heard some voices from around the corner and thought of asking for directions before remembering his place. If anyone other than the kids saw him walking around unescorted, they'd probably think he was up to something. Steve ran in the opposite direction, avoiding places he heard people talking and ended up in what looked like a sparring arena. The roof opened up to let the sun in and there was a wall of weapons. The area for sparring itself was a simple arena in the dirt and there was Lucas in the middle of it, struggling to lift a sword that was about as tall as he was.
"Uh, I can explain", Lucas said.
"No need", Steve said, mostly because he didn't want to have to explain what he was doing. "You're obviously in the middle of training." He looked to how big the sword was and how there was no teacher in sight. "A little advice, choose a weapon you can pick up."
Lucas frowned. "Why don't you show me, since you're so badass? Dustin told me you know all these techniques but so far I've just seen you carry stuff."
Steve raised a brow as he walked over and took the sword from Lucas. "Carrying stuffy counts as heavy lifting." He took a step away to get a safe distance and swung the sword with ease. "For now, you might be better with that", he used the sword to point to a rapier on the wall.
"That twig?"
"Think it's too much for you to handle?"
Lucas snorted and took it off the wall. He swung it around, not too confident in it. "Looks like it'll break if I went up against that", he gestured to the broadsword Steve had.
"It's not meant to go head to head like that", Steve said, sure that Lucas was imagining his sword slicing down right on top of Lucas' blade. "Real sword fighting is about using your skill to create an opening to land the right blow."
"Isn't most fighting like that?"
"Just shut up and show me your stance."
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Nancy was running through her to do list in her head. Spring would be coming soon and while the human inhabitants would be celebrating and holding festivals, the demo-creature population would be preparing for hibernation and there were things that needed to be arranged.
Her thoughts were interrupted by sounds coming from the sparring room. Neither she nor Jeff and called upon anyone but the room could be used by anyone trying to brush up their skills. Curious as to who was putting in extra work, she was surprised to see Lucas clashing swords with the prince. She didn't see anything else but red. She didn't see the smile on Lucas' face or how slowly Steve seemed to move.
She pulled out a dagger first, throwing it right in front of the prince's nose to get him to back off before unsheathing her own sword and getting between him and Lucas.
"Whoa! That was too close! You could've hurt him!", Steve said.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!", Nancy shouted back.
Lucas put a hand to her shoulder from behind. "Calm down, he was just-"
"Stay behind me. I knew something like this would happen." She advanced, raising her sword against Steve.
He was surprised at her ferocity when she was so small. That was when he remembered. "You were part of the ambush!"
"I should have killed you then", Nancy declared while actively trying to kill him. "Eddie was wrong, you're-"
Steve cried out when he tripped on a stray rock, cutting his foot in the process. It caused him to fall forward, which Nancy wasn't prepared for. A rush of black smoke was their saving grace, pushing Steve away and cushioning Nancy before turning into a man that held her close. Not just any man, of course. The king.
And just like most of the court, all he had for Steve was a hardened glower. Lucas had been stupefied into silence but spoke up when he saw the blood.
"Listen, it's not what it looks like! Steve was helping me train."
"And why would he do that?", Nancy demanded to know as she righted herself. "You know we're not taking on anyone new until training officially starts. You shouldn't even be in here."
"Yeah, well he was", Steve said, ignoring the pain in his foot for now as he sat up. "And he needed some pointers."
The king's eyes narrowed. "So you took it upon yourself to train him?" Then he looked to Lucas. "And that's the story you're going with?"
"It's not a story, it's the truth. We were just practicing", Lucas said.
The king stared down at the prince, thoughts running through his head. He approached and Steve held up his sword. His foot might be hurt, but he could still fight if this beast wanted a challenge. To his surprise though, the king paused, and held his hands up like he was trying to show he meant no harm.
He glanced down at Steve's foot. "Let's take care of that first. Everything else can wait."
"I don't need your help", Steve said, rising to his feet. He took a step and while he held back a hiss, he was able to move just fine. He knew he was dripping blood but his pride kept him from looking down. He let the sword drop to the floor. He'd find his way back to his room and tear a bandage from his sheet or something.
He let out a yelp when suddenly he was lifted up into the king's arms and when he blinked their faces were just a breath apart.
"I can appreciate being too proud to accept help, but I won't have you trailing blood around the castle."
Steve had no choice but to cling to him. Walking or being carried, his blood would still drain from his foot, so he could see how it mattered. The king carried him anyway sat Steve on his bed where a bandage cloth was already waiting, as well as a basin of water. He was set down on the bed and Steve expected to be left alone to dress the wound but the king surprised him yet again by kneeling and starting to wash his foot.
"You're...You're the king, aren't you?", Steve asked.
"That I am."
Steve didn't think he needed to elaborate. Kings didn't kneel. For anyone. And they especially didn't help enemy royalty with cuts and bruises. They didn't carry them to their rooms. It made no sense at all for King Edward to treat him like this, especially after what he had to endure in his cell.
"Why were you helping Lucas?", he asked.
Steve shrugged. "Kid needed help. He was trying to lift a sword as big as he was."
"Hmm. Well, considering the current state of affairs, it's been irresponsible of me to leave you unattended for so long. So you'll be getting a new guard detail, starting tomorrow."
That sounded more sensical than anything else that had happened so far, so Steve didn't even question it. Someone came by to drop of dinner, but besides that, Steve didn't see anyone until the next day when the king himself appeared at his door with a pair of well worn boots.
"Of course. You're my guard."
"No one better", the king grinned.
Part 9
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ist4rgirlo · 8 months
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𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨? : 𝐈𝐈𝐈
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Summary: Growing up with the Conklins and the Fishers has been a wonderful experience for you; you feel as if you were a part of another family. Your days of stress as a child were over, well at least you thought that was the case not until you had to choose between your two childhood bestfriends, the one who did you wrong and the one who has been waiting his entire life for your decision.
Prev || Steven Conklin x fem!reader || My blog
Warnings: PURE FLUFF (lmk if i missed anything!)
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Steven’s Pov
It has been a year since Conrad gave me his blessing, a year since he decided to let y/n go. I have been helping y/n a lot and it honestly made our bond so much special. We were literally inseparable and I would not trade it for anything else.
Despite my feelings growing over the years, I have fallen in love with her. It all began when we were young. She had just moved into the neighborhood and became our neighbor. She was my first playmate, she was the first girl that made me feel all tingly.
Whenever we played together back then, mom would always call it a "playdate." it was corny but I loved the thought of it. I realized my love for her when we were seven, when we accidentally kissed, a silly little peck. It was still funny back then. My mother and her mother witnessed the incident, and even captured it on video.
She has been always important to me. Mom has always believed we would be together, not until the Fishers came. When it was supposed to be Steven and Y/n, it became Conrad and Y/n but I never hated Conrad, I never fought with him about it.
They were both my childhood best friends, so I let them be.
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Your Pov
After a year since the incident with Conrad, Steven has been a great help to me. He has helped me move on and carry on with my life. He was the reason why I’m still here, living and breathing.
During those times when he was helping me, I began to develop feelings for him. But I couldn't tell him - no, it was too fast, I don't want him to think that he is just a rebound.
“Y/n?” Steven tappped me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I turned to him and smiled. He smiled back, offering a hand — pulling me up from my seat. “You ready?” he asked.
Steven decided to take me out today - it was a friendly date, well that’s what I thought, what I assumed.
I never wanted to make the same mistake again, Steven is a good person — he really is, I know that he’ll never hurt me like that but can you really blame me if i’m just being cautious?
I nodded, following him outside the door. We walked towards his car — he opened the door to his car, guiding me. These were the bare minimum but it sure made my heart flutter.
Steven went around his car and sat at the driver’s seat.
“So.. how’s your day going so far?”
“Steven, we’ve been together all day” I said, throwing my head back — laughing.
“Hey! Is it bad that I’m asking my bestfriend?” Steven frowned before poking me on my side — tickling me.
Yeah “bestfriend” — would lie if I said that it didn’t hurt me a little bit. “Focus on the road!” I giggled — pushing his hands away.
“Sooo.. where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see” Steven said — looking at me, smiling gently.
TIME SKIP
We arrived at the beach, we were in Cousins — the last time I went here was when I got my heart broken.
Steven hopped out of his car and went around it to open my door. I smiled at him as I take his hand as a support.
I took a deep breath and looked at the beach, Cousins has always been beautiful. We both sighed in amazement. He pulled me closer, putting an arm around my waist as we walked towards the shore
“So why exactly did you take me here?” I asked, looking up at him.
He shrugged “Just wanted to make new memories” he looked down at me — smiling.
“Plus I knew how much you love to watch sunsets, and this place was special to you so I decided to take you here” he answered while smiling at me and taking my hand into his
Steven made me feel special in this moment, he always did. He was always the one who remembered the littlest details about me. He always knew how to make me happy. I wonder why I was unaware of it at the beginning.
When we reached the shore, he placed a mat on the sand and sat down — patting the space beside him, telling me to sit down.
I love this place, I always loved Cousins, I always loved the beach house. It was a wonderful escape from the hectic of life to come here and enjoy the breeze of the ocean.
“It’s so beautiful” I whispered — wind blowing against my face. I looked at Steven, smiling gently. He was also admiring the ocean, this is where we grew up, our second home.
Steven turned to me “It is huh? It’s always been beautiful” he smiled — I nodded.
“You know what, let’s put on some music”
I reached for the bag and gave it to Steven, he pulled out the speaker and placed it gently on the mat. He pulled out his phone and started to play our favorite song.
Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style someday (someday, day)
A dream maker (maker)
My heart (you heart) breaker
I smiled at him — he stood up “Come on, I wanna dance with you” he said before offering me a hand, pulling me up.
I giggled — he twirled me before placing both of my hands around his neck, his hands placed on my waist.
Wherever you're goin'
I'm goin' that way (the same, the same)
“This feels nice” I hummed — we both moved in a tiny circle, my head leaning against his chest.
Steven moved his hands away from my waist, putting a small space between us. My heart was pounding so rapidly, I felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Steven tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear before saying “You look beautiful” — he smiled gently, his cheeks red.
I slapped his chest gently “Gosh, you’re so corny Conklin” I laughed.
Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a crazy world to see
We're all chasin' after all the same
Chasing after our ends
He chuckled before pulling me close again — now his arms wrapped around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck. He swayed us side to side, still dancing to the song.
The fact that I am this close to him has only confirmed how much I like him, how much he really means to me.
I pulled away gently, “Stev-“
I felt him pull me closer - he leaned then next thing I knew his lips were against mine. My eyes closed — melting against him. Both of us stayed there for a while before Steven pulled away — rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I- I’m sorry” Steven paused, his voice shaking “I just wanted to do that for so lon-“
My lips pressed against his, cutting him off as he began to melt against me - I could not help but smile against his lips - this answered my question, he likes me too like how much I like him.
I pulled away, catching my breathe — looking at him in the eyes, I smiled gently.
“I like you”
“I like you”
We both said at the same time. We giggled — relieved because we both felt the same. Steven was about to lean towards me again but his phone rung.
I chuckled — he smiled awkwardly before answering his phone, it was his mom.
“Hey mom” he said before kissing my forehead, I pulled him closer and hugged him — he hugged me back using the arm that his other arm — wrapping it around my shoulders.
I left small kisses on his cheek, I felt so inlove — he giggled, his face flushed.
Who knew being in love would feel like heaven - it is absolutely euphoric to know that the man you like, also likes you. His need for me was the same as my need for him, and he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
It feels so nice having this kind of love, it feels so nice having this with Steven.
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