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lollipopliccer · 4 months

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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn��t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

♡ ༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. ° ｡༻

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luvhughes43 · 3 months

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true love | luca fantilli

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request: An insta edit of Luca and reader spending the summer together with all their umich friends?

note: im gonna use this as a little side piece of the fic you are in love

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ynuser starting summer off with my fav people😎💗

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bestie YOURE STUNINNGGG🤤❤️

luca.fantilli summers looking good😎☀️

bestie2 i think you should marry me actually

ynuser okayy🤭🤭

gwen having the time of my life with you💗💗

ynuser my fav roomie🫶 ily

user01 is he .. flirting?

user02 wait who's yn ?

user03 his best friend! i doubt hes flirting lol they're always like this

user04 LUCA OMG

user05 forget luca look at adam..

user06 ohh to be spending the summer with hot hockey players and your friends...

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ynuser u took a pic of me reading? 😭

luca.fantilli its for the aesthetics✨

jacob_truscott20 ok silly goose where's my aesthetic pics

edwards.73 🔥🔥🔥

ynuser a few familiar faces...

user07 SHE KNOWS

user08 knows what ?

user09 the pics are 50% hers lol he def has a crush on her

user10 yn is in these pictures a lot for somebody who's just a friend...

user11 every other picture is her... ohh hes so down bad

user12 THE ICE CREAM PIC???? ohhh i just fell to my knees... they'll 100% start dating by the end of the summer

user13 yn is gorgeous omfg i hope they date fr

user14 nope hes gonna date me!

user15 hes never going to choose you babe!

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umich.girl.blog rumour is that luca fantilli and yn ln are dating! ive gotten a few dms and all i can confirm right now is that they are close and theres definitely someee sort of fling going on.

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user16 okay.... he may have a gf! good for them

user17 i hope they're dating fr like the best friend -> lovers pipeline is crazy

user18 shes y/n in real life

user19 what are your sources? that he posts her a lot? because this is normal for him lmaoo theyre super close

user20 exactly! theyre in love!

user19 well no...

user21 the pic of them?? theyre soo😭😭

user22 drama accs are soo lame... like just enjoy the sport people!😒

a few years later...

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luca.fantilli took a few years but this is our song❤️

ynuser love you🫂💗

adamfantilli took u two long enough...

luca.fantilli frrrrr

gwen FINALLY!!!!!!

gwen been waiting since freshman year🙏

bestie my fav couple

ynuser 🫶🫶

user23 came to her acc because luca hasn't posted in awhile and i was curious and... im crying im so happy theyre finally together!

user24 cutiesss

user25 legit still remember all the theories that the two of u were dating back when we were still in school

ynuser some of them were crazyy😭😭

user26 my lifes been made

user27 ohh i love them so bad i really won!

#luca fantilli x reader #luca fantilli blurb #luca fantilli imagine #luca fantilli fic #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich fic

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hearts4golbach · 9 days

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 26.

johnnie ❤️: i'll be home in 15

johnnie ❤️: get dressed, we're going out :))

me: what?? uhm okay what should i wear

johnnie ❤️: it's nothing big, just dress casual cutie

me: okayy, i'll see you when you get here x

i scrambled out of bed and started rummaging through my closet. i grabbed my cutest pair of jeans and johnnies favorite shirt of mine, as he told me. i threw on my converse and ran to the bathroom to do quick hair and makeup. as i began brushing though my hair, i dialed tara's number.

it rang three times before her cheerful voice greeted me. "hey, y/n! what's up?"

"johnnie texted me and was like "get dressed, we're going out' and now i'm nervous. what if he takes me to a field and murders me or something?" i joked as i searched through my messy makeup bag.

i could in-vision the eye roll before she responded. "oh, whatever. it's a surprise date! that's so cute, honestly. never thought johnnie would be smart enough to come up with that."

i rolled my eyes, as well. "i suppose. i wonder where we're going. "i pondered aloud. "i'm so nervous." i added with a giggle.

"don't be nervous! it's just johnnie, he's your boyfriend." she emphasized.

"i'll try." i heard the front door open as i finished applying my mascara. "johnnie just got back, i gotta go! i'll keep you updated. wish me luck."

"good luck, even though you don't need it. bye!" she made a smooch noise before hanging up.

i walked out and met johnnie by the front door. he wrapped his arms around me gently and pulled me in for a hug. without letting go, he pulled back and placed a kiss on my lips. "ready to go?"

i nodded quickly. "let's go." his fingers intertwined with mine and we walked out the door. "so, where are we going?"

"it's a surprise." he whined, gripping my hand tighter.

"okay, fine." i caved. butterflies were building up in my stomach. i thought about all of the possible things we could be going to do as i stared out the car window.

we pulled up to a movie theater. the setting looked like something you'd see on pinterest. the sunset acted as a hall to the archaic looking theater. i quickly snapped a photo. i tagged johnnie and posted it to my instagram story.

a bright smile was plastered on johnnies face. "let's go."

i followed him inside as he revealed we were going to see the new ghost busters movie. johnnie has sort of revealed his true nerdy side, nearly fangirling and explaining how excited he was to see the movie with me. i was a huge fan of ghostbusters too, so we were in the same boat.

we bought a large bucket of popcorn, a fountain drink to share, and a few boxes of candy. johnnie and i were giddy, rambling to eachother how we grew up loving ghostbusters and how we hoped the movie wouldn't disappoint.

we had the best seats in the theater with a perfect view of the screen, not too close but not too far from the screen, either. we got situated and draped the blanket johnnie had brought over us. johnnies hand slithered under the blanket and rested on my thigh, making my stomach flip and heat grow between my legs. i wiggled under his touch, earning a smirk from him.

it was hard to keep my attention on the movie. as much as i wanted to focus and enjoy the movie, my mind kept wandering. if his hands kept going farther up.. he knew what i wanted. i wondered if he wanted the same thing. all i wanted in that moment was him and to see everything he was actually capable of. although, i wasn't sure if he knew i was a virgin. i began to worry, getting more anxious by the second. what if he had a problem with me being a virgin, and even then, if i told him, what if that wasn't his intent?

johnnie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "you okay?"

i gave him a weak smile, "yeah."

he turned his whole attention to me, "what's the matter, baby?"

i hesitated, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere between us. "johnnie, i'm a virgin. you know that, right?"

he furrowed his eyebrows. "yeah? what about it? if you're not comfortable i-"

"no, i am. i just wasn't sure if that was a problem or anything." i sighed quietly. "i want it to be you, johnnie."

his eyes sparkled, "really? are you sure you're ready."

i nodded slowly. "yeah,"

he kissed my cheek, "okay."

as i began to calm down, i was able to actually watch the movie. my stomach was bubbling with excitement and anxiety. i thought about what would go down whenever we got home, and i hoped jake wasn't home.

johnnie gripped my hand tightly, leading me up to the front door. he kept whispering sweet compliments and comforting words in my ear. he quietly opening the door, calling out to see if jake was home. we ended up getting no response, so he was either asleep or out.

as soon as the door was. shut and locked, johnnies hands were on me. he gripped my waist and gently pushed me against the door, kissing me softly. i kissed him back harder, wanting to deepen the kiss. he took my signal, his tongue poking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i parted my lips slightly and our tongues danced with one another's.

johnnies hands snaked up my shirt. he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "is this okay?"

i nodded eagerly, and in response he slipped my shirt over my head. his eyes trailed down my body, admiring every inch of my exposed skin. my lipped twitched and turned into a small smile as his eyes lit up with admiration along with lust. in a split second, his hands were back on my and trailing up my back. he gently kissed my neck, making sure not to miss any area.

as he began to unclip my bra, he whispered in my ear, "can i mark you?"

"yes," i sighed, "please." he smirked onto my skin as he began to suck a dark hickey onto the side of my neck. i let out a small moan, the stimulation a unique feeling. i tangled my hands in his hair, the other one tugging as the rim of johnnies band tee shirt. "c'mon, babe. take it off."

he did as i asked, only pulling away for a second to do so. i admired him in return, tracing the lines of his tattoos as i whispered sweet praises. he shivered under my touch, my still cold fingers sending shivers down his spine. his hands were cold as well, making my nipples harden as he began to palm my breasts. he lead me over to the bed, pecking my lips on the way.

my back landed on my bed and johnnie got to work taking off my jeans, constantly asking if i was okay with everything was doing. he gripped my thighs after tugging my jeans off all the way. "are you ready, pretty girl?" i nodded hesitantly, too stunned nd i'm awe of him and his body to speak. "i need a verbal yes."

"yes, please. i'm ready." i choked out. i reached down to unbuckle his black skinny jeans, revealing his hard cock that was covered by his tight boxers. he pulled down his boxers as i slid my panties off and tossed them to wherever the rest of our clothes were.

he caressed my hip as he ran his tip through my folds. he used my slick as lube, stroking his dick softly and letting out small moans. "just follow my lead," johnnie added finally before sliding his cock inside of me. i tensed up, the feeling so foreign my body wasn't sure how to react. "relax, baby, it'll hurt if you're tense."

he paused, letting me adjust to his size. i felt my body begin to relax as he massaged my thigh, whispering soothing words in my ear. "mkay' i'm ready."

he nodded before beginning to slowly thrust inside of me, sending shots of pain mixed with pleasure through my body. my hand flew over my mouth as low moans came out of my mouth. "are you okay?" i nodded in response, encouraging him to keep going. "you feel so good. does this feel good?"

he began to thrust faster, hitting a different angle inside of me. he let out quiet whimpers and moans. "oh my- yes, baby." i moaned, feeling his stretch me.

"that's it, just like that," he praised, "you're doing so good."

"oh, fuck." i moaned out as both of us got progressively more comfortable. he quickened his pace, the pain has begun to wither away to pure pleasure. it felt as if i couldn't get enough of him. he moved his hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. my back arched at the new sensation. "that feels so fu- it feels so good."

"good, you're doing great." he choked out, keeping his pace up. i ran my hand down his chest while the other gripped his arm.

the room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together. i felt the knot in my stomach begin to tighten. "johnnie, i think i'm gonna cum."

"me too, let go whenever," he sped up, thrusting deeper inside of me which sent me over the edge. strings of curses and moans flew out of my mouth as i felt my orgasm approaching.

my orgasm hit me like a truck, washing all over my body. i went limp, cherishing the feeling as johnnie pulled out and finished on my stomach before collapsing onto the bed next to me. we were in a pool of sweat and each other's... juices.. as we tried to catch our breath.

johnnie sat up only moments later. "let's go take a shower, yeah?"

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dirtysvthoughts · 2 years

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okayy now imagine going to party (looking hot is a must) and ordering your favorite drink,, your friend nudges you to look at the side to where mingyu leans against the wall. his intense gaze on your body, his strong arms gripping the beer in his hands and a sinister inviting smirk towards your direction.

hhsbskahsksbk can you tell im going feral?!?!? 😭😭😭

AHHHHH YES A MINGYU ASK, WE DID IT JOE! 😆 i feel like in order to make it in the svt smut world, you at least gotta have one mingyu ask or fic written - so, momma i made it LOL💀💀 thanks for the lovely ask! 😘

a/n: i feel like i make my casual asks into whole drabbles that require a word count and tags lol, but i wanna give y’all as much detail as possible so you can feel things 😭😭 if they are a bit long, do let me know and that’ll be something i work on for the future! but for now, it’s time for mingyu horknee hours 😈😈😈

i’m pretty sure we’ve all seen those photos of gyuhao in busan (i’ll drop them for reference), and whew chileeeee- both of them looked so hot, so this ask is gonna be based off that!

imagine going to busan with friends for a few days, and during the weekend, you guys decide to hit up a popular club in the city. every single one of you saved your hottest outfit just for this night, and the moment you guys step through the doors, everyone has their eyes on you. you know you look good as your dress is hugging your body in all the right places.

as you guys order rounds of drinks at the bar, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, one of your friends gently nudges you and points in the direction of the nearest wall to you guys. your eyes widen as you take in the sight standing in front you: the most attractive, beautiful man you’ve ever seen - his gorgeous tan skin, his height, his sculpted muscles peeking through his short sleeve shirt- he looks too good to be true, like a greek god.

he holds a lager in his hand, and is dressed head to toe in one of the finest luxury brands - was it burberry? prada? versace? you couldn’t tell from where you were sitting, but the thought of such an attractive and expensive person sharing eye contact with you is enough to get your legs crossing. tightly.

“he’s been eyeing you for a while now, y/n,” your friend giggles tipsily, as you silently wave at him. he smirks back at you and waves back, your face automatically flushing and turning away at his simple, yet insanely hot gesture. “i’m jealous, he’s probably the best looking man in this entire club.”

you get up from your seat at the bar, approaching this mystery man, refusing to break eye contact with him.

“y/n… where are you going?” your friend whines at missing your touch, nearly falling out of their seat as they reach for you. “you were my support..”

“i’ll be back in a minute, there’s - just something i wanna do first,” you say as you move away from the bar and finally approach the man. you cross your arms and smirk at him, trying to look unbothered when you were already turned on.

“you finally came,” he takes a sip of his lager and puts it back down on the table next to him. “i’ve been craving you next to me since the minute i saw you,” he says as his eyes move down to you body, melting at the thought of how your breasts looked in your tight ass dress and getting hard at the thought of your boobs out of it.

his words go immediately to your core and it takes everything in you not to moan right then and there. “funny how you’ve been craving me - but yet, we don’t even know each other’s names,” you say as you boldly approach him closer, nearly chest to chest.

“mingyu,” he bends down and whispers into your ear. “think you can tell me yours if we move someplace a little less crowded? i rented a section in the corner.”

you take his arm and wrap it around your waist, smirking at him as he watches in arousal.

“lead the way.”

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poisonioushearts · 1 year

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The Un-unbirthday Party

Characters: Heartslabyul (some are there more than others but they all speak)

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: Not proof read

Synopsis/tags: I had this idea while lying in bed and contemplating my life choices, fluff, slight angst, no use of y/n, reader is ramshackle prefect, you can guess the ending, takes place after book 1 but book 2 hasn't started yet

Notes: First time posting a fic on here so please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading!, tried to make this aesthetically pleasing to look at lmao

Do not repost, reblog only(if you enjoyed reading do reblog it helps with motivation)

Word count: 800+ (I skimmed to count so I don't know the exact number)

It was a cycle.

Go to school. Keep Grim in line. Get dragged into trouble by your friends. Go back to Ramshackle exhausted because some bird insisted on you doing something to repay him because of he is 'oh so generous'.

Ha.

You realized one day that time was really flying by because as you were rearranging things in the main room and trying to clean stuff up the ghosts popped up.

"Sheehee, hello there prefect."

You jumped, startled. The picture you were adjust on the wall almost slipped from your fingers and you fumbled to catch it.

You sighed, "Hello. There something you need?"

"No." One of them responded.

"But we do have a question." Another added.

"Sure," you put the picture on the floor and faced the ghosts, "What is it?"

"Is it true your birthday is in a week from today?"

You hummed in thought, pulling out the phone that Crowley lent you out of his graciousness (whatever) and you check the date.

Sure enough your birthday was to be in exactly one week from today.

"Seems like it yeah," You answered nonchalantly, "Why do you-" looking up from the bright screen you saw that the ghosts had just vanished. "Okayy?"

Shrugging off the encounter you put your phone back in your pocket and picked the picture up again.

"Henchmen!"

"Gah!" You yelped and the object crashed to the floor, a sure sound of something breaking made you internally groan.

"What now Grim?"

"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is coming up?"

You tilted your head, "I never told you when my birthday was."

"I- ah-" he stuttered over his words, "I overheard you speaking to the ghosts about it! Not because I was curious about why you didn't say when your birthday was but because I was just in the area at the time and I am curious."

You chuckled, "Of course. I wouldn't have thought any differently."

"So..." He trailed off, and knowing Grim he wouldn't let it go until he had an answer.

"Well," you started, walking away from the shattered picture and towards you kitchen for a glass of water. "I guess there's more so two reasons. Reason one: I haven't really thought about it. Being here has kept me running everywhere so I guess I haven't had much time to think. And two..." You trailed off, staring into the cup of water, fingers tightening around the glass, "I suppose I'm trying to avoid it."

"Wah!?" The cat sputtered from his spot on the floor, he quickly crawled to your leg and climbed until he was sprawled across your shoulders. "Why would you avoid your birthday?!"

You sighed, "Because the people I usually spend it with aren't here." Finally you decided to take a sip of the water, it's coolness helping your parched throat only by a little. "My family and friends back home...they...I..." You stopped talking for fear of the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Oh..." He trailed off. The cat was at a loss for words. You? His henchmen- without your family on one of the most important days of the year? No. He wouldn't have it. Not for his henchmen.

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It's been a week and today was your birthday, although it didn't feel any different from any other days at Night Raven College, you knew that this day is different.

You weren't home. You wouldn't see your family or friends and as the days passed it felt as if Crowley wasn't even trying to get you home.

Like the other days your mind was on autopilot as you went from class to class, the day was beginning to mush and blur together.

There was one part of the day you were excited for however, and that was the Unbirthday party Heartslabyul was hosting in the evening. It was the one thing that seemed to be good in your day as you treked from class to class and tried not to fall asleep in Trein's lessons.

At the moment it was Lunch time and you were silently eating your food while you listened to your friends talk.

"So," Deuce faced you, "You still coming to the ah-Unbirthday Party later?"

You nodded with a smile, "Wouldn't miss the chance for free food." Your friends chuckled in response as you finished up your lunch.

Although you could definitely feel something was off with your Heartslabyul friends you didn't say anything. You didn't know why but you just brushed this moment off and hoped they hadn't gotten into any trouble.

Your hopes were thankfully answered. (You didn't know this though)

"So, prefect. Anything interesting going on today?"

You raised a brow at the sudden question and opened you mouth to speak and faltered when Ace suddenly yelped, as if he had been elbowed in the side.

"What was that for?" Ace hissed as he faced the boy next to him who just wordlessly stared at him.

They say in silence for a few long minutes before you looked at the cafeteria clock.

"Well I don't know what's going on with you to and I swear if you got into some type of trouble." You stood up with your tray, "I will murder you."

"Oh nothing-"

"It's just that-"

"We didn't do anything we swear!"

You gave them an incredulous look as they stood with their trays, "...okay..."

As the day went on they just acted more and more suspicious. They must have done something to be acting like this!

Throughout the classes you had one(or both) of them with, Deuce would shuffle in his seat nervously and stutter over his words and Ace was... semi-normal. He didn't insult you as much as usual though which made you very suspicious because he never once made fun of Grim-who has been awfully quiet for the most of the day as he clung to your shoulders.

'What is going on?'

---

Finally the school day had come to a close, and you were currently attempting to get ready for the un-unbirthday party.

But it seemed like you had nothing.

The outfit that Riddle had given you when you first went was kind of ruined from trying to run away from Trey and Carter, for it had gotten caught on the rose bushes. But it didn't seem like you had much of a choice. At least it wasn't that torn? It was noticable but not terrible.

You just hoped that the dorm leader would let this slide- knowing him before his overblot, you would surly loose your head.

You fiddles with the sleeves nervously as your shoes clacked in the quiet halls of the college. Grim had already left while you were getting ready, insisting that he, the great Grim, could take care of himself.

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and now you were walking in the halls alone.

You didn't think your birthday was terrible so far. Not much homework, Grim was cooperative, and you got the change to go to a party- even if it wasn't yours. You'd say it was a pretty decent day, but at times you couldn't stop thinking about your home.

What could they be doing? Did they miss you? Did they think you went missing or died?

The questions were endless and you attempted to push them out of your mind. You wanted to focus on your friends and the Unbirthday party today. You didn't want to worry anyone with your troubles.

You finally stood in front of the steps to the mirror. Your foot hovered over the steps when someone suddenly stumbled out of the mirror.

"Deuce?" Said boy stumbled down the steps and you moved out of the way so you wouldn't get crushed and you caught him before he could faceplant into the floor.

"Oh-ah- hey there prefect!" He straightened out and your arms fell to your sides.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at the party?" You asked, gesturing to the mirror.

"Well actually I came to get you! Um, Carter and I."

You tilted your head, "Carter's with you?"

"Yep, mhm. So we should probably wait for him."

"But you just said you came to get me, and I am here so..." You took a step towards the mirror but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Well we should probably wait because he doesn't know your here yet! He could end up going to you dorm only to realize you're not there so we should totally wait."

You didn't pull away from his grip, "Totally..."

Not to long later after a long awkward silence, Carter appeared.

"Ah prefect! There you are! Glad we found you."

You deadpanned, "I've been standing here for a while."

He ignored your comment, "Come on let's go- wait." He stopped and looked at your outfit before frowning, "It's ripped."

"Yeah I know... But I didn't have anything else."

He waved his hand, "Not a problem let me just..." He took out his pen and with a flick of his wrist, your outfit had been repaired to it's previous state, with just a little more...'pizazz'.

"Oh!" You looked at yourself and one of the previously ripped parts and hummed, "Thanks Carter!"

"Not a problem prefect! Can't have you looking like a mess at your-"

"At the Unbirthday party!" Deuce suddenly shouted, his voice an octave higher than normal.

"Oh yes, Riddle would not have been pleased." Carter agreed.

"Well then I believe he also would not be pleased if we are late yes? Let's go."

"Ahh, not just yet." Carter stepped into your path.

You frowned, "Why not?"

"Well... preparations have not yet finished up and we had a uh... incident. I came to get Deuce for the extra help. I'll text you when we are ready!"

Before you could utterly another word Carter had already grabbed your classmates wrist and disappeared in the mirror.

You blinked.

"Okay then...might as well go to the library and try to do some research..."

---

The gardens were quiet, the roses red glistening with fresh red paint, the only sounds being your shoes against the pavement as you walked into the gardens to get to the main area.

Minutes ago you had gotten the text from Carter saying that they were ready for you.

What did that even mean? It's an Unbirthday party they are meant for well-everyone.

You looked from from the roses, to the trees, and to the cloudless sky.

It was nice, the quiet and the serene nature. You felt almost at peace.

No cat complaining about the school work.

No friends getting themselves into trouble.

Just yourself on this nice and simple day. Your birthday.

And cake.

But that would be later.

You had finally come to the same old space in the garden where the party's were held. Tables were set and silverware shone when hit by the sun's rays.

But where was everyone?

The place was empty not a single soul in sight. You pulled out your phone with a frown, re-reading Carter's message. They should all be here by now...

Something collided with your body and you crashed to the ground with a yelp, your phone slipping from your fingers.

"Ow..." You groaned, attempting to sit up, about to hit your attacker when you paused. "Ace? What the hell what was for?"

He only smirked and helped you to your feet before pulling an item from behind his back and placing it on your head.

"Happy birthday prefect."

What?

At that moment the students came filing out from where they hid, greeting you with a smile and 'happy birthday' before taking seats at the tables.

"What? But- how?"

"Grim and the ghosts." Riddle appeared beside you, "The cat gave Trey quite a fright. Luckily he wasn't holding anything but a tray, unfortunately, that tray will filled with treats which hit the floor. Grim had no problem cleaning them up and he told Trey in muffled words that your birthday was coming up."

"I went to Riddle and he told your friends." Trey smiled as you turned to meet his eyes, "It was Riddle's idea to push the Unbirthday for another day and have this be, in other words, a surprise birthday party. Happy birthday prefect." He handed you a small wrapped box and you could barley stutter out a thank you.

You were shocked and happy.

And on the verge of tears(but they didn't need to know that).

You smiled, straightening the ridiculous and nostalgic hat on your head as Deuce wished you a happy birthday and Carter pulled you close for a picture(after he handed you your phone which was somewhere in the grass after Ace tackled you).

"Then I guess it's an un-unbirthday party." You joked. "Thank you guys."

This is one moment you wouldn't trade for anything. Not even a ticket home.

Because at the moment, this was the now.

This was your home.

Whether temporary or permanent.

No matter how much chaos you get into with those guys- you wouldn't have it any other way.

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kidsinsaturn · 2 years

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Can you do Itachi x reader x Izumi?

Like yn is like Olivia Rodrigo. I meant to say she's a singer like her and she has come to Konoha for her concert but two years ago yn confessed her love to Itachi but bc of Izumi she got rejected (make up any excuse) now yn is back for her show and she sings Deja Vu. How'd Itachi react?

do you get deja vu?

[🗼] OKAYY i have to confess I have actually thought about this more than once oka,, I love this but im not such an angst lover so I didn't make it as angsty as I previously have imagined, hope you still like this <33

also the setting is a bit weird, didn't know if modern would be as accurate so lets just stick with narutoverse singer au ???

characters: itachi uchiha; Izumi uchiha

genre: singer au ?; angsty; not too much comfort; kind of songfic; non massacre au

warnings: fem!reader; singer!reader; tw: emotional pff; jealousy; self doubting; self disappointment;

word count: 3,279

singing was always a part of you, writing about your feelings in poetry, to then sing them in front of others.

in this world ruled by shinobi, your desires weren't as supported, but at the end of the day, you still had your loved ones who helped you through the path.

itachi uchiha was one of them. you met the quiet boy during some weird circumstances, but he always admired you. you were different from the people of his clan, of this world. itachi looked out for a world without wars, battles, only peace; and when you confessed him your true wishes, he could only wish for you the best.

it didn't take long for the two of you to be very close friends. itachi only had three friends: shisui uchiha, you, and Izumi uchiha.

you met her just a few times, itachi wasn't really fond of mixing up his friendships. but what you did notice was the glances she would shoot him. you knew right away. you couldn't blame Izumi though, itachi was very handsome and of course a true gentleman.

however, it wasn't into you the jealously that would come after. you were certain itachi would spend so much more time with you than with Izumi, but you couldn't help it. you started doubting your feelings until you accepted them: you were in love with itachi.

friendship is a term that can be manipulated enough to be mistaken for love. and that was exactly your case.

when itachi got to hang out with you, it was to release some stress from the exhausting shinobi world, so he would often enjoy of many domestic activities. when you were out at the park, itachi would buy you two ice creams, strawberry was his personal favorite. you would be together in a secret spot above the hokage mountain to watch the sunrise, just before itachi had to head to his next mission. during wintertime, itachi would be kind enough to give you his jacket; he did it so many times you had to buy him a new one, unintentionally mistaking his size. he had now a smaller jacket that has written a "thank you" on the tag.

however you always remained quiet about your feelings.

countless of many things did you do together during the best years of your lives. you were certain that girl Izumi wasn't even at your level of closeness with itachi as you were.

however that wasn't true whatsoever.

it was one morning, your throat felt sore from all the signing from the previous night. you performed your best songs in front of a bunch of rich people. of course you knew the power they held, hence why you chose the best of the best.

there was a small envelope at your mail box. since the moment you glanced at the fancy writing and the gold details, you knew it was a result from your efforts. you read the letter once, twice, until you were certain what you read was true.

a two-year tour to promote your music.

you were over the moon. this was your ultimate dream and you were finally going to accomplish every goal you had set yourself.

...

you were to leave konoha in two weeks. after talking to the men that were promoting and sponsoring your new music career, you agree that was a reasonable amount of time for you to arrange your things and say a proper farewell to your loved ones.

of course one of them being itachi. but damn the way you were received.

the uchiha compound was already in your view, itachi's house becoming bigger and bigger as you walked down the road. you didn't tell him anything, not even that you were coming, so your visit would be a surprise.

after knocking at the door, mikoto met you. in her face a kind smile.

"hi y/n. what brings you here?"

you couldn't contain your grin at the thought of the news, "oh, I just came to visit itachi. I have something important to tell him."

mikoto's smile faltered a bit. she knew of your liking for his son. she loved you as much as a daughter, so she wasn't certain if you would be comfortable with what you were going to see.

"you see... itachi is a little occupied right now, my love-" she was interrupted by a voice you knew too well.

"we will be out, mother."

you arched your eyebrow as your angled your head enough to see past behind mikoto. it was itachi. he looked as handsome as any other day. his casual clothes always made him look so domestic. however, you spotted someone behind him. was it sasuke? no, it was a brown mane. oh no.

"oh! itachi... Izumi..." itachi's mother was left behind, she herself feeling the intense and uncomfortable atmosphere the three of the young adults were radiating.

"y/n...?" itachi was a little taken aback by your sudden visit. and he knew he was exposed. you would demand an explanation for this, probably. "what are you doing here?"

"umm..." an evident look of awkwardness was present on your face. you eyed Izumi. for an instance, you understood why some uchiha men claimed she was beautiful. an abrupt feeling of insecurity rushed through your body. "I wanted to talk to you about something. b-but it's okay! you look busy..." you let the obvious venom escape from that last sentence.

"don't." itachi forgot about the girl's presence next to him for a brief moment, only focusing on the two of you. gosh, when you were before him, he could only think about you. "if it's really important, I'll listen." he glanced at Izumi.

"of course! don't worry about it, y/n. if itachi needs you, that's okay!" she shot you one of the kindest smiles you had ever seen. you felt bad about your jealously and insecurity again.

"oh... well," you couldn't help but hum, thinking carefully about your next words. "remember last week I performed at that bar in front of a bunch of rich men?" itachi nodded. "well... one of them contacted me, and he offered me a world tour to promote my music!"

you couldn't hold back the contentment in your tone. you were smilling like a madman. the news still shocked you even after a week.

itachi cracked a soft smile seeing your excitement. Izumi grinned too. it was clear both of them were very happy for you, this was your dream after all. itachi walked to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy for you... I knew you were talented enough for this and more..." his lips brushed your ear as he said those words in the sweetest tone, his voice low and deep. you were melting in his arms.

the world around you disappeared. your mind erased both Izumi and mikoto who were still around you. you looked up at itachi, a genuine smile adorning his handsome feature. you decided then, before leaving, you were going to confess.

...

three days previous the tour, you wanted to hang out with itachi for the last time. the next days would be full of filling up paperwork. you were sat at your usual hidden spot. the warm hues of the rising sun invading your view.

"itachi... I would like to tell you something before I go," you were decided. maybe it was to relieve this feeling off your chest finally, or because you wanted to spend the last days with him knowing you loved him.

itachi hummed, looking at you and waiting for you to continue.

"i... i don't know how to put this, but..." you started fiddling with your fingers, voice threatening to start trembling. "we have known each other for quite a while, and while I always appreciated our friendship, I guess I ended up having these deep feelings for you," you turned to look at him, gaze dominant. "and they are not what a friend should feel like... more like someone who is in love with her friend..."

the look at itachi's face was unclear. he looked shocked, but also as if he knew about this. with your eyebrows clenched together, you open your mouth, only to be shut down by him.

"y/n... I always saw you like a very close friend of mine," you smiled, remembering all the moments you had together. "but," oh no, here it comes. "I can't do this to Izumi..."

"what" it didn't come out as a question. you were feeling a bit sick on the depths of your stomach, as if vomit were to emerge from you. "I-i don't think I understand, itachi."

a soft sigh was released from his lips. "I had a feeling you've liked me for a while now... but im so sorry, y/n," his eyes were apologetic, "I can't do this to her. we have been seeing each other for a few months now. she confessed and told me many things, and I started considering her more than a friend."

your sobs died in the back of your throat. you didn't know how to feel. you knew Izumi was kind with everyone, but every time she was with itachi, she would like him more and more.

many battles and disputes were going on on your mind. what should you say? you didn't even know what you were feeling at the moment. would itachi be mad at you for not wishing them good?

"i-i... itachi,"

"it's okay. im sorry this has to be this way," of course it could have been different, "I understand your feelings. you will still have all my support always." he moved closer to you, your eyes fixated on the ground. strong and warm arms embraced you tenderly. you wonder if you had told him earlier, would you have had a chance?

...

it was torture to see them. after confessing to itachi, you didn't talk to him again.

ready to set your mind only on your career, you weren't prepared to see that image. as much as you tried to avoid them, they would appear out of nowhere.

itachi and Izumi holding hands.

itachi buying Izumi a strawberry ice cream.

itachi making Izumi laugh, happy tears running down her rosy cheeks.

it made you sick. you still didn't get your feelings through, so these images really stuck on your head.

you could have swear you saw Izumi wear the jacket you gifted itachi.

you went crying to your house that day, sleeping between sobs just the night before leaving.

...

success was written on your future. the tour was being even better than in your dreams. it benefited you so much, you were a bit overwhelmed a few times, realizing fame and money were now a part of you.

you sat on your bed at the hotel you were staying, itinerary on your hand. it was relief your new "manager," if you would call him that, left you even see the places you would be performing at.

your eyes scanned over the paper, stopping at a single word.

konohagakure.

the tour wasn't even over yet, a year and a half flying in a blink of an eye. you were only three quarters done with this and you were already coming back to your town.

you felt enthusiastic. you missed all your friends and a part of you still wanted to see him.

yes, he broke your heart. he smashed it with his bare hand, but you still felt nostalgic. and you had just the right song for him.

you wrote it mid-tour, just when you were having a breakdown. your mind playing all of the most intense experience you had over your past years, itachi's rejection being one of them. it was when an idea flashed through your mind, mental exhaustion being replaced by creativity.

word after word, you had your lyrics, and the melody was just as in your mind. you played it on you keyboard, merging both parts and now creating a new song.

people actually seemed to enjoy it a lot. perhaps they identified with your story a lot, similar things happening to them. you loved it, all the applauses, the cheers, the screams for another song. it was everything you have every wanted.

you couldn't wait to show all of this to itachi.

...

"this next song has quite a story. I definitely wrote it thinking about someone. I wish I said this to his face, but I guess im better at signing it."

you adjusted the microphone. it was at a right level, but it was just to shake your nerves off.

the melody started, your voice ready to perform. you tried hard to make out the faces of your audience, but the blinding white lights didn't allow you. you thought of itachi as you started signing, unaware that exact person was present.

itachi immediately purchased the tickets for your concert as soon as he saw the poster hanging outside his favorite dango shop. he was very excited to see you again. he knew you were almost done with your tour, but this small gig made his heart flutter. how were you? what things happened to you? how many new people had you met? did you think about him? did you miss him?

clapping loudly, he was cheerful the moment your opening song started. he loved all your songs. he knew the story of few, being there when you wrote them, but he still liked the new ones he knew you wrote along your journey.

this new next song that you said you wrote it for someone left itachi thinking. did you meet someone else during the tour? the most possessive part of him hoped not.

just as you started signing, itachi understood all the references.

it was about him.

♪ i bet she's bragging to all her friends saying you're so unique ♪

itachi knew you were talking about Izumi. he felt a sudden tug on his chest.

♪ so when you gonna tell her that we did that too? ♪

oh no. itachi always considered himself to be able to emphasize with other people, especially his loved ones. so what happened when he rejected you? he didn't think too much about how you must have felt. he felt horrible, a despicable friend.

he tried to concentrate focusing at your song, but everything that was on his mind was your feelings. of course you thought of him more than a friend, but he let himself be carried away by her, following blindly his clan's stupid hunger for keeping the bloodline pure.

maybe he did love you too.

♪ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ♪

of course he did. everything they did together, itachi knew he did it with you. he thought it was just his way of showing affection, but actually it was because he was thinking about you.

♪ a different girl now but there's nothing new ♪

itachi didn't even notice when the song ended; he was too focused on his traitorous mind. he saw you there, sitting in front of a bunch of people. he guessed you couldn't see anything since you never looked at him. he wanted to see you more. you were staying one extra night so he might as well just try.

...

it wasn't hard for itachi to decipher your exact location. he was a skilled ninja after all.

standing in front of your door, he ran out of ideas of what to do. this was so unlike him. he always knew what to do, what to say. but with you, it was always so different.

a subtle knock was heard in your door. it was so quiet that you doubted if someone was outside. maybe they were just a bit too nervous–he was–.

you opened it, a wave of emotions danced through your body at the sight of those beautiful black eyes. itachi looked incredible that night.

your mouth made an o shape then it transformed into a happy smile. "itachi!" your boisterous voice startling him a bit. "you are here!" you couldn't stop yourself and before you knew it, you were throwing yourself at the tall boy, hugging him tightly. itachi could only stifle in your aroma, oh how he missed you.

"haha... of course im here," his smile widened. "I told you I would never stop supporting you."

it was very subtle, but before you noticed, you were catching up with itachi in your hotel room. you almost forgot about him and Izumi. at the end of the day, he was truly your best friend, and not even his rejection changed that.

he took the initiative though, changing the subject of your conversation to that of your songs. you were always happy to explain to him the meaning behind your writing, but for that song, it felt different.

"so that last song..." itachi's eyes didn't know where to land on. "I liked it."

his simple comment made you fluster a bit. "oh, thank you," an honest, kind smile on your face, "I wrote it thinking about you..." it was now or never. if you didn't let these feelings out now, perhaps you could regret it not doing it later.

"yeah, I could see that. look–"

"no, no," you stopped him as soon as those words left his mouth. you didn't want to listen to him talking about her so deliberately. "it's okay, I understand. I can't just claim those activities belong to me or something," you laughed a bit sheepishly. "I was just so... bottled up and I just let those feelings in that song," your voice broke.

"y/n..." itachi got closer, his large hand going to your cheek, caressing the small tears off your face. "we broke up."

"w-what?"

"I felt as if I was forcing myself to love her. I didn't want to let her suffer because of my inability of getting my emotions together."

you wanted to feel bad, but deep inside you, you felt relieved. you always knew they wouldn't last. maybe the most jealous and wretched part of you wanted them to fail as a couple.

the only thing that could leave your mouth was an insincere "im sorry."

"don't be. she is happy now, fortunately. Izumi is about to marry a boy I barely know a thing of," itachi's smiles were always so genuine. it only caused you to feel worse about yourself for wishing her a bad ending.

"that song..." your voice trembled, scared of messing things up again. "I wrote it when I was thinking about that time I confessed my feelings, itachi." the way your lips danced around his name, itachi could only bring himself to love it. his eyes were wide open, his undivided attention on you only. "I've meet so many great guys during this tour, but all I could think of was you..."

itachi felt yet again a tug on his chest. his heart was screaming at him to lean on and kiss you. and for the first time in many years, he let his emotions win. the hand caressing your face went behind to your nape, bringing you closer to him. his eyes closed as he leaned his lips on yours, touching them so tenderly you wonder if he was even real.

the kiss lasted a few seconds, just touching your mouths, but it felt as if the both of you were yearning for it. itachi's gaze was one of a man in love, a soft smile on his beautiful face.

"i will get back to you once the tour ends."

"i will wait for you then."

#my god #I wrote this over the week #didn't think it would take me that long #not my best work but ehh #itachi uchiha #itachi #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi #itachi x you #naruto

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idolish7imagines · 2 years

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RE:Purpose (Re:vale x Reader)

Chapter 5 :: Momo(NSFW)

summary: You're an assistant for idols and producers in the music industry, but getting a job with the famous Re:Vale takes a strange turn..

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A/N: minors dni pls im begging you; writing this chapter was fun tho, next is yuki’s chapter; hope you enjoy!

After a night of drinking, you and Momo stumble inside your home (aka just the shared apartment with Re:vale, but they made it feel like a home) carrying each other's weight over the other's shoulder.

Momo lets you down onto the couch, but the two of you were so entangled you swiftly brought him with you. A waft of alcohol smell quickly seeps into the air.

The sound of his drunken laughter ringed in your ears, even though you were looking more towards the ceiling, drunk out of your mind.

Yuki was presumably asleep by the time the two of you got there. He needed to be somewhere early in the morning.

"Ehehe..you look sooo pretty right now.." Momo drawls. It took a lot for him to get drunk so it was evident he was really hammering the drinks down tonight.

You did nothing but smile at him, not even able to form cohesive sentences right now.

"I have.." he hiccups. "I have an idea."

You raise an eyebrow.

"We should go in my room..You've hardly ever been in thereee." He drawls, sounding like a kid that desperately wants to show their parents something.

"Because..you're an idol. It'd be rude. You need..privacy." you mutter, still having enough soberness to at least remember that.

“Who cares about privacyyyy..I want..you to.”

A moment a silence passes, and is only broken by you heaving out a sigh.

“Alright..” You start to get up, pushing him off of you a bit. “But no funny business okayy..?” He nods and gets off of the couch. You two had forgotten about the couch pillows you knocked off somewhere (Yuki would be annoyed at that later).

.::.

You wake up in Momo's bed. Something already felt horribly off (aside from your splitting headache) and you finally realize once you pull the covers up.

You were nude.

Before you could screech at the top of your lungs, you hear your lover throwing up in the toilet of the hallway bathroom.

“Ughh..” He wretches. “I can’t believe I overdid it like that..” His shorts were just loosely hanging under his butt as if he put them on in a hurry without actually bothering to pull them up.

Your chest starts heaving up and down as you hyperventilate.

There was no way you just slept with THE Momo.

The time was already dangerously close to a photoshoot appointment for him, leaving you two no time to discuss before he put on his clothes and rushed out the door. Even the car ride there was silent.

You take care of some duties that, honestly, their manager should be handling, but its not too rough on you. There’s been worse days so far. Yuki was in the dressing room, he had gotten there at an earlier time (shockingly, considering Momo is the one who usually has to wake him). The mere thought of Momo talking about last night to him made a pit in your stomach turn.

In the dressing room, the idol in question was changing into his outfit for the shoot, taking his shirt off and putting the one made for him on.

Something interesting catches Yuki’s eye, catching a glimpse of his partner’s back before he puts the costume on.

Momo smooths it out a little, before gingerly turning to his partner, showing off the costume shirt.

“How do I look?”

Yuki only stares, making Momo frown at the lack of response.

“What? Did I put it own backwards?” He tries to find which side of the collar the tag is on.

The older idol only lets out a sigh.

“Momo, you have so many scratches on your back, I almost blushed.”

Momo blinks. “Wait…what?” He takes off his shirt again, looking at his back in the mirror.

He lets out a scream that thankfully no one was outside the room to hear.

“Y-yuki, I-i promise I don’t remember how they got there!” He stutters, genuinely being confused and worried what Yuki is thinking of him right now.

“Well you and (y/n)-chan were getting along pretty well, aren’t you?” Yuki crosses his legs, giving an unimpressed stare.

“..You knew?”

The silver haired idol lets out a small chuckle. “You’re pretty easy to read Momo. It’s been nearly 2 months now.”

Momo’s arms fall to his sides and he hunches over in defeat.

“I’m happy for you, really. If I weren’t I would’ve said something earlier.”

Momo stands back upright. Yeah, he had a point. Yuki surely would’ve made his opinion known if he weren’t happy with it. Especially considering a relationship could cause trouble for them if it were to stir a scandal.

"Just, please. If you're going to be intimate, at least do it either after I'm asleep or go to a hotel." He says just as precaution so he doesn't have to be scarred.

"I..I didn't mean to though. I was just wasted last night, and so were they."

"You got that drunk? Are you stressed out?" Yuki's eyes widen. He couldn't remember the last time Momo was completely drunk.

"N-no! I don't know what came over me, I guess I was having a little too much fun.." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, barely being able to recount what happened at the bar, let alone after that.

"Well, anyway, the point is I don't mind you two dating. Okarin might have a stroke though." Yuki imagines how much medicine the poor man will have to take.

"I'll deal with that when we get to it, haha..thanks though, I really like (y/n)-chan.." Momo looks genuinely bashful for once, gaze averting Yuki's as his face flushes and his lips curl into a smile even thinking about you.

“I’m glad.” Yuki smiles back. “Here I was thinking you’d be single forever because of me.” He couldn’t help but tease.

“wH-” Before Momo can voice his response, a knock was heard at the door.

You crack the door open. “Yuki, you’re on now.” You notify him.

He nods, getting up and leaving, but not before whispering to Momo. “You should use this chance to talk.” He pats his partner’s shoulder before walking off to the set.

Your eyes meet Momo’s fuchsia ones, and near hastily shut the door back. The idol rushes forward, sticking his foot in the door.

“Wait--AGH!” He winces in pain. “Maybe I should’ve thought that one through..”

You’d snicker if you weren’t so anxious right now.

“What is it Momo-san?” You ask in a flat, business-like tone.

“Don’t ‘Momo-san’, me, no one’s around!” He pouts. “We need to talk.” He says, sounding more stern.

“Please, j-just, after work..” Another attempt to close the door was made, before he flat out holds it open with his hand.

“No, now.” He says.

You purse your lips, before deciding that staying outside and making Momo repetitively beg you wouldn’t be a great idea, so you finally oblige and walk in.

“I’m assuming this is about…last night.” You try your best to hide your flushed face even thinking about it.

“Yeah…I’m sorry.” The black-white haired man looks to the ground, repentant.

You whip your head up to him. “What? There’s nothing to apologize for, we were both drunk.”

“But, you regret it right? That’s why you didn’t want to talk about it..”

“I don’t regret it Momo…if anything I wish I at least remembered.” You state maybe a little too early.

That makes Momo’s face become as red as a tomato, hands covering his mouth, and you both were internally screaming right now.

“Do you…wanna do it again?”

Your eye sockets could nearly fall out right now, how could he make such a proposition in a dressing room?

“M-Momo!” You stutter, face flustered again and you could barely form any words like your brain is still trying to process all this.

“I won’t force you to, obviously it’s a risky idea! But…I’d really like to redo that experience with you..while sober of course.” His eyes seemed shy but had a subtle sultry glint at the same time.

You purse your lips, opening the door to see if anyone was in the hallway.

Nope. All clear.

The door is swiftly locked and before either of you know it, you’ve thrown yourself onto him.

He has half a mind to tear your clothes off, but knows that’ll come back to bite him later, so he quickly shoves them off onto the floor.

Your lips intertwine and you start to think of this as a bad idea less and less.

Momo puts a nipple in his mouth, minding that he has fangs so he sucks instead of biting (he’d save that for another time if you’d allow it) and you throw your head back in bliss.

Body shivering from him inserting a finger inside you earlier than expected, you give him a needy look that you’d deem as nearly pathetic if you weren’t intoxicated by him already.

He moves his mouth from your nipple to your lips, drowning out every moan you spill. His fingers enter you even faster to prep you for what comes next.

You shake, feeling like you’re on fire, but in a good way strangely.

Momo’s erection through his pants was clearly evident, and you assisted him in pulling his pants down. Honestly, it was pretty impressive for his stature. Precum leaked from it as his excitement was growing.

His fingers slip out of you and he looks into your eyes with hungry desperation. “Are you ready?”

A hard question to answer, as you were still a bit anxious if you could take it. You nod at him with a whimper.

Your eyes widen and a gasp is let out as he bends you over the dressing room table, right in front of the mirror.

There was a bit of roughness to him entering you, but eventually you didn’t mind as pain quickly turned into pleasure the more he rammed into you.

He turns your body around with ease and goes with a more missionary position. The fact he works out and used to be an athlete as the cause for his strength didn’t dawn on you until now.

Your hands find their way clinging to his back, intending to claw and make even more scratch marks, you didn’t care anymore if anyone saw them. If you had to, you’d cover them with makeup yourself after.

“(y/n)!” He finally calls your name without the ‘-chan’ addition, something he hadn’t done much before.

“Momo!” Your hand comes up to his hair as you made absolutely sinful noises.

“Shit! I…I won’t last long!” He says, still sliding in and out of you to reach his climax.

After a few more thrusts, he’d end up being right, pulling out and coming on your stomach.

The two of you basked in the afterglow for a moment, in each other’s (now sweaty) embrace. Eventually his eyes widen and trail back down to your stomach to see what he’d done.

“Aah!” He yelps. “(Y/n) I’m so sorry! I’m gonna go get a tissue!”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

.::.

On the ride home, Okarin was driving while Yuki was in the passenger seat, leaving you two leaning on each other in the backseats. Momo’s thumb lovingly brushes over your hand while you were holding hands.

“I love you..” He whispers, low enough so only you would hear.

“I love you too.” You reply, causing his expression to brighten.

“I’m glad you’re not afraid of saying it anymore~” He teases, but was pretty serious about it.

You huff. “I was NOT afraid of saying it-” “Was too, I was there when you hesitated saying it, remember?”

The two of you laugh. Okarin looks at both of you in the car mirror, catching on a little now. Yuki would snicker when he finally figures it out, it being painfully obvious to him how happy you two are.

#Idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish seven #idolish7 momo #ainana #re:vale #momo x reader #momose sunohara #momo

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eddiemunsonsimpp · 2 years

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Love at first Reconnect | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader | Part Three

third and final part to this little miniseries!! as always feedback is much appreciated 🖤 enjoy ily muah

Warnings - 🌿 ment

Tags - FLUFF, banter, Mutual pining, cute shit

Wc - 1.7k

Masterlist

Part one | Part Two

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Eddie let out an exasperated huff, dropping his pencil onto the papers sprawled in front of him. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes.

“If I study any longer, I think I’m actually gonna die.”

You toss your head back in a short laugh.

“Oh, c’mon! One more page and then we can go smoke.” You poke his side with your elbow, eliciting a groan out of him. You lean over his shoulder to glance at the page, being met with illegible writing and random doodles along the bottom of the page. You sigh out in a soft hum, plucking the page from in front of him as your eyes skimmed over the problems.

“Okay, it’s just Shakespeare, Eds. Did you read over the syllabus? Or… any of the notes I wrote you?”

He seemingly ignored your question, posing his own.

“Why do they talk like that? Like, who the fresh fuck talks like that?”

You giggle and shrug. “I dunno, old English idiots, I guess?” You glanced back to the page.

“Okay, so, she’s asking for an analysis on Macbeth. Specifically, what the main themes of the play are. Did you read it?” Eddie nodded through a yawn. “So,” you drawled, “what are some of the main themes?”

Silence.

“Eddie.” Annoyance rang in your voice.

“I don’t know!” He matched your frustration, leaning back on the bed with a huff.

“Am I going to have to do all of your work myself?”

“Probably.”

“Would smoking make you at least a little more open to working with me on this?”

He sat up immediately, drawing a small giggle out of you.

The two of you sat cross legged on his bed, passing a joint back and forth.

“Name me at least one main theme from Macbeth.” You spoke suddenly. Eddie rolled his eyes deeply. “C’mon, Eds! This is part of your passing grade to graduate.”

He took a harsh drag and passed it back to you. “Fucking, uhhh-“ He mumbled as he reached around in his head for an answer.

“Loyalty..” He started. You nodded with a reassuring ‘mhm’. “What else?” He shook his head with a sigh.

“I’m not answering them for you, Eddie. You have to know this stuff if you wanna pass English Lit.”

“Loyalty, guilt, innocence?”

You clapped your hands together with a squeal.

“Holy shit! Yes!” You cheered. His cheeks flushed pink as he beamed at you.

“What’s the fourth one?” You encouraged.

He fell silent, eyebrows furrowed as if lost in thought.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“You know what? You got the first three. That’s good enough for now.”

“Does that mean we can stop for the day?”

“Yes, that means we can stop the for the day.” You replied with a wry laugh.

“So, now what should we do?” Eddie asked as you tidied the slew of papers, pencils and highlighters off of the bed. You shrugged.

“We could go to Benny’s for dinner?”

“Bold of you to assume I have money.”

“Aren’t you literally a drug dealer?”

He stayed silent for a moment.

“…You spend your drug money on more drugs, don’t you?”

“Hey, now, not any drugs! Specifically that Purple Punch you’ve been enjoying and getting knocked on your ass with!” You laughed brightly.

“Alright, so, not Benny’s. We could just watch a movie like usual?”

“Or we could go hang out and smoke at Skull Rock?”

You blinked up at him, bewildered.

“Skull Rock? Really?”

“What? It’s a nice spot!”

“Yeah, where everyone from school goes to jump each other’s bones!” He chuckled.

“Okayy, not Skull Rock.”

You two sat in a blanket of silence as you pondered for ideas of what to do.

Eventually, you rolled over onto your stomach, looking up at Eddie from the edge of the bed.

“What’s Hellfire’s current campaign about?”

He appeared taken aback.

“You’re… interested in my campaign?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you. You nodded and beamed up at him. “Dustin never really tells me any of the details, usually just cusses you out for,” You hold up your fingers in quotation marks, “‘Being too stern of a DM’?” He grinned and laughed.

As Eddie went on to tell you the full plan of his current campaign, you felt your chest heave. A bright, toothy smile overtook his features as he gestured widely with his hands, giving you nearly every detail you needed to know. He was so genuinely passionate about his campaigns, that much you could tell. And, from what your brother had told you, he was an incredible DM. You couldn’t help but return his same goofy smile as butterflies pranced around in your belly, no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. Obviously, having feelings for your childhood best friend was, in no way, your plan. You had never felt like this toward Eddie. You decided, regretfully, Steve and Robin were right. You did like Eddie. A lot, at that.

As he finished his spiel about his campaign, he looked at you almost expecting to laugh in his face. Instead, you continued to beam up at him. “That’s really fucking cool, Eds.” You spoke softly. You could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks flush. “Y’know…” You started, “After Freshman year, I really didn’t know if we would ever reconnect. And it sucked, a lot.

I missed this.” I missed you.

“I missed this a lot, Eddie.” His face softened and this time, unmistakably blushed, and he nodded. “I missed this a lot, too.” He returned your soft tone. Your heart rattled in your throat as the two of you stared at each other. It was your turn to blush, breaking the eye contact and dragging your fingers through your hair. You cleared your throat and sat up on the bed. You went to speak, but not before he sheepishly cut you off.

“Uh, listen… I, uh, I hope I’m not… severely misreading this and I’m fucking praying to something I don’t fuck this up, but, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think…I think I like you. Like - a fucking lot.”

There it was.

Your lips parted, and you could feel your heart beat in your throat.

You liked your childhood best friend, and, by the grace of whatever, he did, too.

He must’ve taken your awestruck expression and silence as rejection as he cleared his throat. “Uh… shit. Uh, forget I said anything.” He played it off with a sad laugh as he went to stand. You grabbed his wrist instinctively and stared up at him. He looked at you quizzically.

“You mean it?” Your voice barely reached above a whisper. He nodded shyly. You wrapped your hand around his and closed the space between the two of you, connecting your lips softly. You trailed your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly close as you settled in his lap, like he would slip through your fingers any second. You two pulled away from each other just enough for your foreheads to rest against each other’s. You gazed deeply into his eyes and struggled to bite back a smile.

“I like you, too, Eddie. A fucking lot.” You rested your hands on his thighs.

“So, does this mean if I asked you on a date to the drive-in on Saturday?…” He trailed off, and you smiled brightly.

“Absolutely.”

And that was that. The beginning of a relationship that would surely ruin every other relationship you could ever be in for the rest of your life. Though, you hated to think you two would ever part, and so did he.

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“Son of a bitch!” Robin cussed as she reluctantly thrust a $20 bill into Steve’s hand. You rolled your eyes at the pair.

“At least now we don’t have to stand here and gag over their unrequited loving stares.” Steve pointed.

“No, you’re right. Now we get to stand here and gag over them being all over each other at every second of every day.” Robin retorted. You huffed. “Okay, guys, we aren’t that bad.”

They both shot you a glance suggesting otherwise.

“We’re not!” You defended in a small shriek.

“You are.”

“So are.”

You groaned.

“Please, I’ve had to deal with years of Steve pining over Tammy, then Nancy, then Heidi, Stacy-… Do I need to keep going?”

“Don’t forget Robin and Vickie.”

“Oh my god, absolutely.” Robin flipped you both the bird.

“The point is, I’ve dealt with both of your romantic bullshit and unrequited love stories for the past 2 years. You can deal with mine.”

Steve shot you a wry smile.

“We never said we weren’t happy for you, Henderson.”

“You’re just a very… unusual couple.” Robin chimed in.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, how much do you two really have in common?” Steve suggested.

You stared at him blankly.

“Seriously?” You queried.

He nodded.

“I was the one who got him into Lord of the Rings! I was the one who brought him comic books and read them to him. I was the one who introduced him to Ozzy when we were in middle school!” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s almost like you two don’t know a thing about me!” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You were the first nerd in your family, even though Dustin likes to take the credit-“

“HE LOVES TO TAKE THE CREDIT!” You huffed.

You three straightened up as you heard the bell ring, signaling someone had waltzed in. Your eyes landed on, of course, your new doting boyfriend. You broke out into a bright smile and hopped over the counter, rushing over to him. He returned your smile and held up a bag and a cup. “Lunch break?” He greeted. You looked at the clock, and then back to your friends, who were grinning at the two of you. Steve nodded. “Go ahead, we’ll try not to burn the place down while you’re gone.”

You shot him a toothy grin and leaned on your tippy toes, planting a small kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Let me grab my bag and clock out.” You grabbed your things and punched out at nearly record speed, practically skipping out the front of the store.

Steve and Robin looked at each other and chuckled.

“They’re actually kind of cute, you gotta admit.” Robin shrugged.

“…Yeah. Yeah, they really are.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #friends to lovers

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redleavesinthewind · 2 years

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hii, thanks for the tag @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

name: elliot

star sign: pisces

height: 165 cm

time: 11:30 am cet

birthday: 6th march

favourite bands/artists: ugh it changes all the time…. at the moment it’s fleetwood mac (though they’re kinda always up there), florence + the machine, the oh hellos, avatar, bear mccreary, barns courtney, john powell

last movie: i’m not a movie person, so i genuinely have no idea what the last thing is i watched. but i think it was ella enchanted

last show: i’m currently watching so many things at once it’s not even funny. rewatch of merlin (s1), black sails (s4), stranger things (s2) and i’ve started first kill

when did i create this blog: this one specifically? i genuinely don’t remember and i also don’t know how to check tbh

what i post: so much fandom stuff. sometimes i throw my writing in the mix. i also complain about uni a lot

last thing i googled: 33 degrees c to f because it’s fucking hot here and i got curious if this would get us into the 100s in fahrenheit (it doesn’t, it’s like 94)

other blogs: not really. i had a ted lasso sideblog but i barely use it, i prefer to stuff all my obsessions into one very chaotic and overfilled blog

do i get asks: sometimes! it’s mostly when i rb ask games, but sometimes i get some randomly. anyway, asks is one sure way of making me smile, my inbox is always open

following: 325. there was a time i tried to limit that number, but i’m in too many fandoms for that tbh

average hours of sleep: 7 or 8

instruments: learned to play the flute when i was a kid but hated it, so i switched over to piano. i haven’t actually played in a long time, but songs i was able to play include house of rising sun and nights in white satin

what i’m wearing: black joggers with my uni’s dance society’s logo on, a black stranger things shirt that my mom got me, my glasses (purple rims) and a purple bracelet/band that was a ticket to a party event a few days ago

dream job: i kinda just want to vibe and live in a house with my friends and write sometimes and raise a few children isn’t that enough?

dream trip: well it was the highlands, but i’ve been there, so now it’s norway

nationality: luxembourgish

favourite song: you want me to choose?? anyway, the chain by fleetwood mac, herzalarm by blümchen, the black sails theme, sinners by barns courtney, the only murders in the building intro, fast car by tracy chapman, talk by hozier, no light no light by florence + the machine, pompeii by bastille, caesar by the oh hellos, i could go on

last book i’ve read: solitaire by alice oseman

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: hmmm this is hard actually…. the pjo universe maybe. there are monsters but who doesn’t wanna be a demigod, really. also whatever the umbrella academy universe has going on (when the world is not ending of course). it’s just kinda weird on its own already, i’m intrigued

okayy, that’s it! no pressure to the people i’m tagging <3

@kafkaguy @oliverbanks @romasubrosa @cardsharps @scoobydoo-ghoulschool @emeraldcas @marlborocas @faithdeans and whoever else wants to (i know i should have tagged more people but i had barely any sleep and my mind is empty of people i know)

#tag fun #pigeon coos

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2018shawn · 4 years

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newborn???

I’m soft for dad!Tom atm so how about surprising him that you’re pregnant by giving him a mini Spider-Man suit. 🥺🥺🥺

a/n: I can’t believe how much I’m writing am I feeling OkAyY??? I really loved this request so THANK U I also really enjoyed writing this and think it may be one of my favourite things ever wieghnksd thank u to @shawnsmoose for putting up with me annoying her

a/n 2.0: can we also appreciate the ending bc I feel it is true tom style ... caring ... but not necessary

warnings: the teeniest tiniest talk of smut until Tom does a tom. swearing I think?? maybe??? fluff???? TESSA. BABIES. HAPPY BYE

You sighed, looking at the ridiculously big clock on the wall opposite you. 6pm; Still at least another hour until Tom got home and that’s with the best of traffic. Straightening the table runner yet again, you brushed over it with your hands to remove any creases before moving on to straightening the cutlery. It was funny, really; that you thought cooking tom’s favourite dinner would somehow soften the blow of the news you had to break to him.

Okay, you said aloud to yourself, stepping back with your hands on your hips to admire your - if you say so yourself – perfect display. Checking under your seat where you always sat, you made sure the small gift bag was there, just in case you’d dreamt putting it there, nodding to yourself when you saw it sat waiting. Might as well make a start on the vegetables.

In the kitchen, you played some soft music to calm your nerves. You stood in the door of the refrigerator, the light hitting you as you squinted at the half-finished bottle of white wine which was screaming your name. It’s gonna be a long 9 months. Sighing as you grabbed the peach lemonade instead; you flipped it towards the counter, feeling super impressed with yourself when it landed upright. Tom and Jake would never, you thought, laughing to yourself as you recalled their excitement on the plane when they managed to get it in the cup holder in one go.

It was safe to say, after one and a half months of him filming in a completely different country, you were ready for him to return as even the pictures on the walls were rolling their eyes at you talking to yourself. Your phone pinged, and you pulled it from your back pocket before it had even stopped vibrating.

Traffic ain’t too bad. See you soon, baby girl 🥺🏡💛

Can’t wait, roastie’s are in the oven and beers in the fridge 🐷🍺

Marry me? 💛💛💛

You giggled as you were about to shove your phone back in your pocket, another vibration forcing you to open your phone screen again.

Actually, that’s not even a question. You will marry me 🍑😈

“Oh honey, I’m homeeeeee!” He sang, and you heard his suitcase roll across the hard hallway floor before it stopped, assumingly being propped up at the bottom of the stairs. You’d missed his goofy ways, he annoyingly loud voice, his warm hugs.

He practically ran into the kitchen, hitting the breaks when he saw you heading towards his direction. “HI,” he screamed, actually running up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You think he almost knocked you over, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Holding you close, he made a super squishy noise as he bear hugged you, lifting you off the ground.

“Hi, baby” You giggled, pulling your head away, your chests still touching, and arms still tangled around each other.

His lips came crashing down, eager to feel you, touch you, taste you. He’d missed you more than he’d let on since he’d been away. He knew you struggled being alone for such a long period of time, so he took it upon himself to be the stronger one, insisting that it wasn’t long until he’d be home and you’re in his arms. He, of course, felt even possibly worse than you did, wanting nothing more to be home with you, to make sure you’re safe. He’d be lying if he said his brothers coming around to borrow his computer shit was all coincidental.

He tasted of a mixture of mento’s, the mint ones, and cherry pepsi max and it felt infectious. He hummed into your lips as your fingers found their way into his bouncy hair and his fingers curled into your waist, almost like he was checking you were actually real. “How long do we have until dinner’s ready?” He smirked, nudging your nose with his.

On cue, the timer on the oven starting a repetitive beep and he groaned, pouting his bottom lip out like a little kid when you walked away, swaying your hips with an extra bounce. He tried distracting you as you dished up your meal, which was the last thing he wanted to eat with you stood in front of him. “Tom, I need to talk to you first, remember.”

“Yeah, but we could also talk after?” His arms were wrapped around your waist as you spooned the vegetable on his overloaded plate; you were definitely a feeder. You swatted his arm away as he tried to steal a roast potato, which were of course covered in your secret seasoning. He managed to sneak one, groaning and whistling out loud when he realised it was far too hot for consumption. Raising your eyebrows, you scowled him as if to say I told you so.

To say he was more interested in tasting you than tasting his dinner, it wasn’t on his plate for longer than 7 minutes, approx, washing the whole thing down with the rest of his beer. He joked that he’d finished filming now, meaning there was room for more food without a strict diet for once.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he patted at his stomach. Oh the irony.

“Uh, yeh…” you shuffled in your seat, palms feeling sweaty and throat going a little dry, “I got you something.”

You started to bend down, to retrieve your gift from under the table but he slid back in his chair, causing a screech across the wooden floor, “OOOO, NO. I got YOU something!”

“No, Tom, can it…” he was already out the door heading to his suitcase before you could finish, leaving you to finish your sentence, “… wait.”

He came back through, holding a tiny bag, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. “There was this little store and I knew you’d love it, because you like silver jewellery, so I got this made.” He shoved it in your hands, pulling the seat out and sitting next to you, instead of in his normal seat opposite. Your heart warmed at his thoughtful gift, although you had to chew at your lip as your nerves built. Inside was a little box, wrapped in a delicate white ribbon, with assumingly the company name’s initials embossed onto the front. It was like he was watching you open a Christmas present, spilling tails of how he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s got you yet and if you don’t wear it, he will. Your lips parted as you opened the lid, the silver bangle shining up at you. Wrapped around were three separate charms; two T’s, and your own initial. “Because we’re like a little family, right? And I wanted to be with you, and you…” he laughed as he stroked Tessa who was sat under his feet, “even if I’m physically not.”

You weren’t soft, by any stretch of the imagination, but something about tom made you feel like jelly and melt like butter. “I bloody love you, you idiot.” You beamed, “it’s beautiful, thank you.” You couldn’t help but note how there may soon need to be another initial on there, panicking as you played his words over in your mind. We’re like a little family. What if what you’re about to tell him is going to ruin everything? What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want you?

“So… my turn now,” he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. You sighed heavily. Here goes nothing. Reaching under your chair, his eyebrows raised with an impressed glow at your organisation, much different to his presentation. He furrowed his eyebrows, hands reaching out for the small, brown gift bag, clinching his fingers back and forth like a little kid himself.

If he thought you opened your present slowly, boy, did he wanna be in your shoes right now. He fought with the white tissue paper you’d wrapped the small item in, muttering to himself as he eventually just ragged it out and threw it behind him, tessa immediately jumping to it and running around with it in her mouth like the proudest dog in the world.

The pattern of the item was familiar to him - how could it not be? The red and blue suit, with black lines decorating the majority, was exceptionally smaller compared to the one he wore on set. His face was scrunched up in confusion, “you know I can just get one that fits me right?”

“It’s not meant to fit you,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over and turning over the size tag that was still attached.

“First size/newborn” he whispered to himself, “newborn...”

He sat for about 10 seconds in silence, and it killed you, because it felt like 10 hours. His eyes finally snapped up to meat your worried overwatch, “NEWBORN?!”

Excitingly repeating the word, he pointed at the small baby grow “newborn?”

Then to his (in true Tom style) his penis, “newborn?”

And then finally to your lower stomach, “newborn?”

You nodded, bringing your lips together into a thin line as you let him digest the news. He grabbed the small sleepsuit, clutching it in his hand as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to never let go. “I didn’t know if you wanted this yet, and I understand if you’re not ready, and we can talk, but I really think I...”

He pulled you back, a hand on each shoulder, resting his forehead against yours. “Y/N, this is the best fucking this to ever happen to me, to us. Thank you so much...” your eyes filled up, just as his did, only yours was with relief. You’d never considered getting rid of the baby, and hoped Tom didn’t want to either, but you did come to accept that he might not be ready.

“I think I should thank you, it’s you that looked really hot at the premiere. And it’s also you that didn’t pull out quick enough, evidently” You giggled, and he laughed too, using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were only just escaping your eyes.

“You looked hot too.” He stated, giving you a peck on the lips. “How long have you known?”

“About a week, I knew your dumb ass would fly home and ruin filming for something that’s the size of a blueberry.”

“Oh my god, we got a baby blueberryyyy” he grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I mean, yeh, but at the minute all you’ll feel is just roast potatoes in there”

Tucked up in bed, you rested on his chest, his fingers drawing random patterns on your side as you leant into him. “Are we really.. gonna do this?” You stuttered out, feeling his lips press to the top of your head.

He adjusted so you shuffled gently onto your back, rolling himself on top of you, leaning on his forearms to be careful not to crush you, and your blueberry. “I wouldn’t ever force you to keep it... him... her? Baby berry?... But I know you’re just scared. And I am too but that’s ok.” He pressed loving kisses to your tingling lips between each set of words as your hands toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I mean, we were gonna have one eventually.”

“We were?” You smirked, interested to hear more.

“Mhmmm...” he hummed, moving his lips from your mouth and across your jaw, eventually ending up at the delicate skin on your neck as he spoke, “I think 3. 1 boy, 1 girl, 1 blueberry...” Your laugh filled the room at not only his tom-ness, but the way his breath tickled your neck as he spoke. “In a big house, and another tessa, maybe a couple more chickens because my kids are gonna love dippy egg and soldiers.”

His tongue lapped the areas his teeth were nibbling, swapping his needy, harsh touch for a more gentle approach. You groaned into him, back arching as he grazed all your sensitive spots, his hands running up your t shirt and cupping your breast. You moaned his name into him, with nothing but love filling the word.

Your nipples grew hard between his fingers as he toyed with you, barely noticing how he was moving around on top of you, reaching over to the bedside drawer and rummaging through.

“Tom, what on Earth are you doing?” You laughed.

“Getting a condom?

#dad!tom #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #BABY

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aaaa HELLOO LIN fjskdj you have no idea how happy i was to see you back on the dash 😭 oof i see you suffering in uni dhksjd thats such a big mood honestly grr im so lucky im on break now hope you have a break coming soon too 🥺 anyways i miss you v much i come back to reread the fox and the rabbit more often than i dare to admit T^T i love your works so much fjdkfjs this was so long ago bUt i was so happy when i saw your replies to my rambling tags hELP HAHAHA anywAys hope youre taking care of yourself in uni make sure to get enough rest and drink enough water!! ~ann (from @kouyurii heh)

aaah ann hello hello!! omg no pls same bc you have no idea how happy i am to see your msg T.T how are you!!! ♡♡♡

im actually done w uni!!! well unofficially for now bc my results are not out yet but still, your girl is done and dusted ✨

askdjflk omg you come back to reread it?! i- 🥺🥺🥺 pls accept my big big bear hug and stay seated as i feed you warm tea and unlimited refill of warm choc brownies or sliced fresh fruits 💗 and pls i looooove reading all of your tags (and everyone else's tags too!!) they srs motivate me so so much sincerely T.T ramble as much as you want in the tags!!! tell me how you felt while reading!! or which line made you go aksdjlfkal!! i do go back and read them from time to time and smile like a fool :3 💖

you too rest well and hydrate well okayy ♡♡ rmb to eat well and sleep well too, enjoy your break as much as you can!!

#ann ❤️#welcome welcome!!#its so lovely seeing you drop by <33 #make yourself at home here yeah <33

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 3 years

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Okayy you said you liked qs like these so... What do you think would have happened if Lucifer won the fight in season 5? And bonus question, do you think there would have been a way for canon lucifer to actually change for the better? If so, what would've had to happen for that to be possible?

I’m putting my answer after a read more tag, bc this is gonna be looong, so strap yourselves in...

What would've happened if Lucifer won? Jeez, that’s really hard to say, considering I have no idea what the writers of the series would’ve wanted it to go after that. Although, I think that maybe we would've seen something along the lines of what Crowley mentioned, that Lucifer wouldn't only wreak havoc and plague humans, but also demons and other supernatural beings.

If so was the case, maybe we would've seen a much earlier cooperation between Crowley, Dean and Cas (with the belief he still would be brought back to life). Their goals would've been kinda aligning. However, we would see one big difference between their characters throughout the season. Crowley would do everything to save himself and Cas save heaven/earth from the apocalypse. While Dean would do what he does best and try to save Sam from Lucifer's clutches (now when Luci actually still has his true vessel in possession)

To build further on the last mention idea, maybe we would follow Lucifer/Sam’s storyline quite closely, as well. Perhaps we would witness how Sam continues struggling against the devil and all the things Lucifer would do to hurt people. Further, it would be interesting to see similar Lucifer hallucination scenes here as in season 5, but in a far more intricate way, perhaps in Sam’s mind (as we see when Lucifer occupies Cas).

On top of this, it would be fascinating to see Sam’s trauma afterward, like how would he cope with having seen so many people killed by his hand, etc. Even the fact that people who encountered the devil would just have thought it was Sam Winchester (much like the idea of Demon Dean)

And, to the bonus question, which I find really compelling. Because, even if canon continued to play Lucifer as the big bad, there is one moment I think many of us noticed and reflected over how it could've been a possible waypoint to make the devil less... devilish. I'm speaking about season 13 when Gabriel speaks to Lucifer.

(for those who need to jog their memory, I’m speaking about this scene)

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It's hard to say if Lucifer's reaction was just a ploy all along. However, concerning Gabriel's aloof and slightly "uncaring" attitude towards voicing his irritation about his older brother's old and continuing ways of acting, I don't think it was. They have a special relationship, at least more than the hatred that boils between the other archangel brothers.

As we see, Lucifer actually listens to Gabe to a certain extent, enough to get emotional, at least. We need to remember that the only time Lucifer did the exact same thing and become as emotional, was in season 5 when he thought he killed Gabriel. If this doesn't speak volumes that this was the moment his character could've changed for good, I don't know what else it could've signified. Gabriel outlines Lucifer’s whole arc in such a good way not even he has anything to say in rebuttal. That following silence in the end of the clip is one where he actually considers, I think the closest Luci ever has been, to change his ways. To a certain degree, he also does. He acts better, but we see through it quite quickly regarding how everything is an act to impress Jack and all that.

To give my last personal opinion (as if this whole post hasn’t been my own thoughts), I like that Lucifer remained evil. He was the devil and remained the devil. He had a substantial amount of chances to change, but he didn’t, and I actually applaud SPN for daring to not choose the cowardly way and ending his storyline with smiles and rainbows.

I don’t know if many agree with me, but I think it just would've felt wrong if Lucifer became good in the end. Since it isn’t his story. He is written as evil and is such a good evil character because he has the opportunity to change, but time and time again chooses not to. Not even when he decides to work with God in season 15 does he do it for the good of all, nor to take the chance of getting on his father’s good side one last time. I see it as the last act to show how evil Lucifer actually is. He doesn't work WITH god until god has become as bad as he.

Finally, I’m done with my rambling, sorry dear anon for it getting this long. But please, share your opinion. Do you guys agree with me on some points, or do you think I’m speaking absolute bollocks? I would love to hear your thoughts!

(I just need to throw this in there. I’m a firm believer Lucifer's final death was the most anticlimactic thing I've ever seen. JESUS CHRIST I did NOT like it)

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Eep okayy so this is for your event with the bazzi songs... And I'm suddenly feeling all soft for a kageyama..🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I'm always a simp for him but today it's just been him on my mind so please can I have the song mine for kageyama.. (Fluffy asf) He strikes me as someone who lowkey listens to this song on repeat but it'll never come up with his friendos cos he's so not soft 🥺 thank you Ellie💛💛

kayla.... i'm so sorry... i'm so so sorry

Finally Mine - Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Reader

warnings: nsfw, explicit, swear words, please read at your own risk, fem! reader

blacklist #ellie writes nsfw if you don't want to see nsfw works!

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You so fuckin' precious when you smile

God, your smile.

Hit it from the back and drive you wild

He'd imagined fucking you hundreds of times, cock in his hand- each time with that smile on your face, driving him wild, crazy, making him feral.

Girl, I lose myself up in those eyes

And your eyes, God, every time you looked at him, fuck. He was going to go insane. He was already insane, everything about you made him lose his shit.

I just had to let you know you're mine

He had to fucking do it. He had to tell you the way you drove him crazy, the way you made him want to fuck you till you couldn't breathe, everything.

Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time

He needed you. He was so desperate. He'd do almost anything. Anything. Just to feel you under him, on top of him, God, just anywhere near him.

Feels like forever even if forever's tonight

You looked too damn good in that dress. Too. Damn. Good. Tonight was supposed to be the night, but he wasn't even sure he could form a proper sentence, let alone any words with you looking like that. But God, he had to try.

Just lay with me, waste this night away with me

"Come home with me."

"Hmm? What's that Tobio?"

"Come home with me. I need you. Need to make you mine."

"Fuck, okay."

You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say

"Fuck, yes- oh God yes, you're everything I imagined, fuck!" You were perfect. You and your perfect little cunt, clenching around him with every thrust. His eyes were locked into yours, the pure fucking lust wildly evident as he slammed his cock into you- God, he had really gone feral.

I'm so fucking happy you're alive

He was fucking euphoric. Fucking you was a high he could have never imagined reaching. Forget being feral, he was gonna fucking make this count.

Swear to God, I'm down if you're down all you gotta say is right

He needed to make sure this was worth your while, fuck, he needed you, craved you. He had to fucking make you his, no matter what it did to him.

Girl anything I can do just to make you feel alright

Fuck, he'd do anything to keep you around. Anything for a repeat of now. Anything for a high as good as this. He had to have you. Make you his.

Oh, I just had to let you know you're fine

"Oh princess, God you're perfect, yes, fuck, taking my cock so well."

"Feels so good, 's so good."

"Yeah, you like it? My cock in you?"

"Yes Tobio, fuck, yes!"

Running circles 'round my mind

The way you said his name made his head spin, he couldn't get enough.

Even when it's rainy all you ever do is shine

"Say it again."

"Tobio!"

"Again. Say it again."

"T-tobio!"

You on fire, you a star just like Mariah

Oh God, he was in love with you, your pussy, your voice, your everything.

Man this feel incredible, I'll turn you into a bride, you're mine

"Say you're mine."

"Tobio! Fuck!"

"Say. It."

"Fuck, I'm yours, yours, just yours, oh yes, yes, please!"

Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time

Oh God, he was gonna cum, fuck.

"Inside me."

Feels like forever even if forever's tonight

He couldn't even hear your scream, no, not when he felt this good. Everything was fucking ripped from him, his senses overloaded with pleasure, his cum painting your walls.

Just lay with me, waste this night away with me

"Stay with me. At least just for tonight."

You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say

"I'll stay with you forever Tobio, I'm yours after all."

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lord forgive me, Kayla, i promise you i'll write some kags fluff soon as a repayment for whatever the fuck this was

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mr-moonman-man-me-a-moon · 3 years

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WIP meme: Tagged by @banyanas!

Rules: Share 7 sentences, tag 7 people

Most of my WIPs will likely never see the light of day, but maybe I can scrounge a sentence or two hueh (tw for like violence and stuff)

Patrolling their territory waited for no weather, however, so anyone unfortunate enough to be caught trespassing during this time got treated to the image of a giant fluffy black snake with tiny dolls clinging all over his fur and smaller spirits hugging up to him like chilled baby chicks.

Since he had less to worry about -- with Moon being quiet -- he actually found it somewhat *relaxing*, in fact, to humor them; curled up in his tree, his ambient heat high for the little ghosts snuggled into his fur, and a sleepy eye on the others sliding on the frozen pool or playing in the fresh snowfall.

"Besides, Vanessa is torturing herself far better than I could right now, I might as well hit here first, hmm?"

This one held himself with a still and unearthly grace. This one stared at him with human eyes that were silvered and dead, yet also focused and appraising. This one gave no mellow aura of pensive kindness, empty hollowness sucking at his surrounding atmosphere instead. This one was more dead than should be possible.

(Not a sentence but meh they kinda need to be together.)

Where his friend had been twisted and distorted in his conceptualizing of his own death, this one was *real*; no abstract thought to his design, no ignorances, no illusions; and that realism now laid over not the uncanny shape of Moonjumper, but of an ordinary man.

His voice came back with his projected version; although the half-lunged wheeze still underlined the words. "It seems that I am the one that won."

It was so delightfully easy to hide; a shift to make themself look like an ice statue like the others all around the house was all it took to keep her from noticing her little pest problem.

(And a runner-up from a finished rp post that hadn't been evicted from the wip folder yet:)

"Hablubblesnoosh!"

Okayy everyone that I know might do this have been tagged, soooo just if you see this and want to, do it!

#ahit rp #ahit writing

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LuTen fic recommendations: a few favorites.

So I spent the last month falling in love with LuTen, Yukten, Tencas, whatever you want to call it. I read through the Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten/Wong Yukhei | Lucas tag on AO3 in English, then doubled around to google translate all fics in languages that is not English because that is how much whipped I am for this pairing.

In the process, I discovered some gems that broke my heart, some healed my soul, some got me howling in laughters and some made me falling even deeper in love with LuTen.

Now that I’m pretty much up-to-date with the tag, I want to compile a short list of my All-Time-Favorites, Favorites, and Honorable mentions. I’ll try not to talk about the defails, so you don’t get spoiler and can enjoy it to the fullest. (I also want to say, I love reading things with Angst, but I mostly can’t stand if if it’s not Happy End. So there will be a couple that will hurt, as a warning)

This is gonna be lengthy since I ramble a lot! So I’ll keep it to top 3 and a few honorable mentions. They will all be completed works.

First off,

In Shades by the munchking.

This work. I cannot, CANNOT, recommend it enough. I have so much to say about it, but at the same time, I don’t know what really to say. It left me a broken, sobbing mess after reading it. I don’t think I was ever really the same anymore. This is truly one of the best work I have read, across all of the fandoms. There was a recess period where I cannot even think about it because it would hurt in the best way, but it was still too much. I love it with all my heart, so much that I was so sad after reading it, then so mad, then I now just re-read it every other day.

The characters, the world-building, the writings, they are just absolutely unparalleled. There is so much depths to everything, and everytime I read it, I would catch something about the story, the foreshadows, the tiny tibbits of brilliance that I never did before. I have this work always open on my phone browser, just so I can go back and quickly read it whenever the urge hits me. It has everything from angst, fluff, the smexy stuffs, the badass-ness, everything.

While I will quote the whole fic to find a favorite part, since it is that brilliant, I can’t do that hear because that’ll be spoilers, so here’s a snippet:

The trouble with love, Ten thinks, is that it blinds you. It’s the most powerful force in the world, and according to Ten’s first law of motion, objects in love tend to stay in love. Ten really doesn’t want to fight.

If I ever have to pick an absolute favorite Luten fic, it would HAVE to be this. This is bookmarked in my account as “All Time Favorite” tag with a “THIS ONE FUCKED ME UP, FUCK” in the note. So yes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20926073

Next, we have

Eyes Closed to the Wreckage by caesiumlight

This is the first Luten fic that got an “All Time Favorite” tag from me. I have an immense weakness for Spies/Super Agents AUs and darker-tone AUs in general, so this hits home right on first ball throw. The thrill, the badass-ness, the tension. I live for this (especially when we got SuperM’s concept of suits and gadgets, super agents/spies/soldier looking photoshoots and trailer, I am weak okayy?)

I am in love with how Lucas is written in here. The characterization is well done, and the interactions between characters is also such a feast to dive in. And even though it was in Lucas’ perspective, we still get to see so much of Ten despite everything.

Favorite part

There’s a presence at his side suddenly, and Lucas is pulled into an embrace. Ten cradles him securely with one hand gripping his. He doesn’t say anything, only strokes the back of Lucas’ neck. Lucas shakes harder in relief, breath stuttering, because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to pull himself out of this black hole alone. Ten holds him until he has nothing left, no tears left to soak the bloodied ground.

I have re-read this work five times, and even translated it into Vietnamese. So you know how whipped I for them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14311836

Then, it’s

I, who was chosen by love, begin to moonwalk by zimriya

I’m a simple fan who likes ABO verse, especially the old school Alpha/Omega pairing (hey, sometimes I just want to read the PWP). Then this work came at me with something completely different and hit me with substance not just style, and I was ended just like that. It breaks the norm for this type of setting, and I loved every second of it.

The ache in here is real, it doesn’t hurt like In Shades, but this one you feel a constant humming of the sweetest type of aches. But then it just... dissipate into this warmth of softness and love and it will be the best thing ever. Ten is also written differently in here than how most would portray him in other works which was interesting refreshing to see.

Even when the setting is not real, their troubles and thoughts still feel real, relatable, and believable, and I think that’s the best thing you can achieve in writing. And while it’s an installment of a larger series, it doesn’t make you feel like you are missing out on information, it feels full like a stand alone piece. (However I do recommend other installments of this series even though they are all in different pairings, Ten and Lucas do make pretty great cameos).

A couple part stood out to me, but this is one of my faves for sure:

like Yukhei didn’t worm his way in close to him like some sort of overgrown, over-dimpled weed, with bad manners and bad Mandarin and even worse ideas about personal space and how friends with benefits were even supposed to work. Like Yukhei wasn’t what he saw when he woke up more often than not, or the last thing in his sight before he fell asleep. Like he wasn’t the one who brought Ten coffee how he liked it and humored all his little issues with any and all fruits; taught him tiny bits of Cantonese like it was second nature and then turned around and acted like he was the worst at languages.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21839893

That’s my top three most memorables! Now, here are some honorable mentions:

Stories no one believes in yet by umiwomitai

A very cute AU with good balance of humor, fluffs, and feelings. It is well written and I’d come back to this for a pick-me-up kind of moment.

“See, I may not look like Einstein, but I’m not stupid either. Xuxi is my dog, and you, though you might behave like one, are not a dog. Answer my question now,” he kicks the man in the thigh as he says so, earning a puppy look that makes him want to sigh in despair. What had he done to deserve this?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19724677

I Regular by umiwomitai

This work is fascinating to me, it touches upon really interesting subjects (unlearning prejudices and biases) and has subtle but great the world-building. What stood out in this work for me is the great and believable character development. It’s definitely an emotional ride, but it’s a full filling one.

In the bright fake yellow light, Lucas’s hair appear more blond than brown and Ten wonders if it would feel just the same as his if he ran his hands through it. If it would hurt if he pulled. If it would curl back into place if he tried to style it differently.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24288823

The Cure to Insomnia by Daydreamgirl

Softest thing ever. Seriously whenever I’m sad or hurt from reading too much angst, this heals me. It’s very wholesome too. Very much recommended.

Lucas immediately looked away from his phone and looked up at Ten. Ten was satisfied. He was sure Kun usually had to call Lucas three times to get him away from the phone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21461449

signs of my vitamin U deficiency by sugarcoats

Fun, cute, smexy time with fruit-phobia Ten and personal trainer Lucas, there was a banana bj involved what more do I need to say.

Can’t quote anything from this one because I thought the summary is enough to hook you.

In which Ten is afraid of fruits and Lucas, his nutritionist, finds it worrisome but adorable.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18694945

the art of sales and falling in love by actuallyshua

Good old cat-and-dog style banter. Super charming writing. Bonus point with office AUs. It’s fun, it’s charming, it’s a gem.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20132332

And that’s it, my friends. That is my list of recommendations for LuTen.

I hope you will enjoy them as much as I did. If there’s any work you love that I haven’t mentioend the price, please don’t hesitate to let me know through asks, comments/mentions, or dms. Please check out the fics above and give them much love and support from us!

P.s: I didn’t mention in the list, it’s just because I assume everyone who knows LuTen have read through that series multiple time. If you haven’t, please do yourself a favor and go read it.

#luten #tencas #yukten #wong yukhei #ten lee #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #wayv #lucas wong #superM #LUCAS #TEN #fic recs #fanfic recs #fic recommendation #nct #superm

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