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hoshigray · 10 months

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My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

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froggie1woggie · 8 months

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pt.2🥰🥰

pt.1 here

to say that meeting was awkward was an understatement. both of you stuff as you sit down, his eyes never leaving you. as if you’d disappear if he looked away. you’re cheeks red as a tomato as your comrades stared at you in confusion.

he knows he should’ve been listening more but he couldn’t help it. it’s been a decade since he last saw you and oh how much you’ve changed. you’re once sparkling eyes now dull and tired. you’re bright smile gone and replaced with a frown.

you’re beautiful hair pulled back into a tight low bun, not a stray hair in sight. you’re taller than you were 10 years ago and he can see the muscles you’ve gained through your fatigues.

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konig is full of that giddy feeling when he finds out you three are staying for a while. it’s been two days since that meeting and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. any and every thought had to do with you!

it was bullseyes birthday today and with him being one of the higher ups, everyone wanted to through this a party. konig normally would go for a bit and then turn in, get some work in or work out. but tonight was different because you would be there. at least he hoped so.

he wanted, no needed to talk to you. he can’t wait any longer.

in his quarters he is getting ready, almost done when a knock sounds through his room. with a huff he grabs his balaclava and pulls it on, his hood too far away. grunting out when another rapid knock comes.

pulling the door open he he growls out, “what do you want?” before his eyes go wide as he stare at you. it’s you! knock on his door.

“liebling, what are you doing here?” his tone is softer now as are his eyes. looking you up and down he notices that your in sweats and a tshirt. much comfier than his khakis and compression tee.

“can i come in?” you ask, your voice small and unsure.

“of course.” konig doesn’t hesitate to open his door wide to allow you in. party complete forgotten as all his brain can think about it you being in his room.

god you’re so beautiful.

makes his knees weak.

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the way he stares at you makes you nervous. your heart beating out of your chest. he’s so tall, towering over you. your neck craning to look in his eyes.

you can tell he’s wait for you to speak. he want to know what you’re doing here and what you want. but you’re not sure you can say it. you didn’t even know where you were going until he opened the door, you legs taking you.

“can you sit?” you ask. it coming out like a whisper. afraid of how it would sound if you spoke up.

nodding his head he moves and sits on the edge of his bed. hands in his lap and he looks up at you. now even though he’s sitting down he is almost still taller than you, but not quite.

for a while you just stare at him. eyes washing over him. like your tracing his body. it gets to be too much for him, he starts to squirm. hands fidgeting together and his leg bouncing up and down.

just as he was about to speak you move close. your body standing between his spread legs. you’re so close you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

he’s watching you, he sees your hands twitching. like you want to do something but keep siking yourself out. finally your hands continue their path upwards to his cheeks. cupping them as your thumbs begin to rub circles. his eyes closing as you both sit/stand there in silence. it’s comforting and makes him want to fall asleep.

but his eyes shoot open as soon as your hands move down to the edge of his balaclava. fingertips grazing the bare skin of his neck underneath. his stare holding yours as you begin to drag it up and off his head.

eyes full of worry, it’s been a decade since you’ve last seen his face. and it’s changed a lot, scars littering the skin everywhere. he waits for your face to turn to disgust but it never comes. your eyes brightening and a smile lighting up you face.

“kilgore!” you sign out. like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. fingers brushing up against his skin, feeling the bumps and ridges on his face.

his voice caught in his throat so he just nods. at what, he doesn’t know. but you took that as the okay. your thumb and pointer finger gripping his chin as you angle is just right. then leaning down you finally connect your lips together. and it’s like heaven, his mouth tastes like mint and cigarettes. a weird combination sure but god was it delicious.

he was the one who took it a step further and shoved his tongue into your mouth. the feeling of it rubbing against your own and exploring was enough to make you moan.

that flipped a switch, a switch that he couldn’t turn off even if he tried.

grabbing you by your waist he stood up. breaking the kiss as he threw you on the bed. his was bigger than the one you were given. but that didn’t surprise you with how huge this man was.

letting out a giggle as you voice on the bed. watching him crawl up your body till he’s hovering over you. leaning down he starts to trail kisses up and down your neck. finding your sweet spot was easy. just had to listen to your moans and whimpers. once he found it he started nipping and sucking at the skin. leaving marks all over your neck.

“too much clothes on liebe.” he says as he paws at your shirt.

sitting up you lift your shirt over your head and throw it. next you move down to your sweats. sliding them off your legs and kicking them away. laying in front of konig in just your bra and panties was killing him. forgetting that he didn’t have any face covering until you speak, “gonna catch flies.” you snicker. his mouth having been hanging open.

“ your turn big boy.” you say as you pat his chest. watching as he gets up and starts to undress. first his shirt, revealing the broad plains of his chest. just like his face, his chest was covered is scars. most of them old and healed, some pink and some fresh.

he is gorgeous

your legs clamping shit as you stare at him.

he notice, chuckling as he moved to his pants. taking them off and discarding them on the floor, leaving his boxer.

grabbing your ankles he drags you so your back is flat on the bed. giving you a kiss as his hands start feeling up and down your sides. his hips grinding up against you, needy whines escaping your mouth into his. reaching under you he unclasps your bra. throwing it somewhere behind him.

looking down at your chest he lets out a groan. you can feel his dick twitch against you.

“liebling. you’re gonna kill me.” his voice is deeper than before. more rough and full of lust.

he doesn’t wait for you to say anything, instead he leans down taking your left nipple into his mouth. sucking, licking, and nipping at it. his hand pinching and twisting the other one. after he’s satisfied with the marks he left he switches his attention the the other one. leaving the same marks on this one.

pulling away he admires his work. and god does he almost cum in his boxers. you look so sexy like this. hair messed up, lips bruised, neck and breasts all marked up. he’s in absolute heaven!

“konig, please!” you whine. he likes hearing you say that name. the name that he’s been called for the past 10 years. but when you say it, makes it sound so good.

“gonna have you screaming my name soon liebe.” the smirk on his face is very cocky.

his fingers grab the edge of your panties. pulling them down and tossing them some place. if his mouth was open, he’d be drooling. your pretty pink pussy, all wet and weeping for attention. clit swollen and puff begging to be touched. your hole fluttering as it seeks out something to fill it.

he can’t wait. taking his boxers off, his dick hits his stomach but hangs at how heavy he is. your eyes widen slightly as you take him in. thick in girth and length was definitely above average. uncut tip but skin pulled back due to how hard he his. pre dripping down his shaft and onto his heavy balls.

“gotta stretch you out liebling.” he says, thumb lightly brushing against your clit. moving the hood as he leans down and licks a stripe between your folds. fingers spreading your lips as he begins his feast. another lick to you clit has your body jolting. taking one finger and sliding it inside you, your squeezing so tight. he knows you won’t last once he’s inside.

he starts sucking the bundle of nerves at the same time that he adds a second finger and starts moving them. curving them and speeding up as he listens to the sounds you’re making.

“so close konig. please don’t stop.” you beg as your fingers dig into his hair and pull. the moan that he lets out travels through your body and is that last final push before your orgasm crashes over you.

hips jumping and grinding against his face as he laps up at your entrance. cleaning up your juices and giving you some after orgasm shocks.

sitting up and smiling at you, you can’t help but notice how the entire bottom half of his face is covered in you.

grabbing the base of his cock he slaps it against your tender cunt. loving the wet sounds that come from it. rubbing his tip through your folds and against your entrance before he pushes in.

slowly but surely he sinks in inch by delicious inch. the stretch stung but in a good way, made your pussy flutter around him.

“baby please don’t do that. not gonna last.” he huffs out. hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises tomorrow. finally bottoming out, he stay still waiting for the feeling of his orgasm to go away.

with a whine and the squirming of your hips you beg him to move, “konig, please move.” your eyes are glossy. covered in a layer of lust.

“look at you! such a slut for me, huh?” he teases. thumbs rubbing small circles against your hips. “looking all fucked out already and i haven’t even gotten to the hood part yet.” his voice is full of humor.

grinding his hips into you before pulling out and slamming back in. his cock hitting that spongy spot inside that had your eyes rolling back and seeing white spots. your hands reaching up and your nails digging into his back. his face lowering into your neck as his thrusts get faster and harder.

your cunt gripping him tight as you let moans and whimpers escape your open mouth. his mouth moving up against your ear as he whispers filthy words that have you arching your back into his chest.

you can feel the knot it your stomach tightening fast. “gonna cum kiki. keeping going please!” you whine out. the nickname from your childhood brings back good memories.

“fuck me too doll.” he reaches down and uses his thumb to draw fast and tight circles around your clit. pushing you over the edge, nails digging into his chest as you claw at it. back arching and pussy clenching as you moan and whimper out his name.

“ahh konig. i love you so much!” he was expecting that. but that’s what pushed him over the edge. one last final harsh thrust as he bottoms out inside you and cums. forehead pressed against yours as his dick pulses, filling you with his seed.

laying like that for a while before he gets up, walking into his bathroom and coming out a few minutes later. wash cloth in hand as he cleans you up. tossing it into his laundry basket, he picks you up and pulls you under the blankets with him. your his head resting on your chest as you play with his hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

“did you mean it? what you said.” he asks. lifting his head slightly to look at you.

“mean what?” you look down meeting his gaze.

“that you love me.” his eyes move away from yours, cheeks tinted red.

“all my life i’ve loved you! and not as just friends.” you say moving his chin so he’d look you in the eyes.

“i love too more liebling.” he says as he nuzzles his face back against your breasts.

you lay there for a little while longer until you hear his lights snores. a smile on your face as you too close your eyes and welcome sleep.

finally in his arms after all these years. right where you’re supposed to be!!

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itjazzbicch · 7 months

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No Angel

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem Reader

Quick Authors Note: This fic is supposed to be a bit funny but spicy! Also, the reader is a bit of a daredevil airhead (LOL)

Summary: Living life on a farm, the reader is loaded with excitement as she goes to Hollywood with her best friend, Johnny Cage, for the first time, diving headfirst into a whole new experience that she only wants to share with him...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, skinny dipping, pool-sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), loss of virginity, foreplay, oral M receiving, pet names (buttercup, baby, angel)

Word Count: 1.7k

Considering I only knew life on a farm before Lord Lui Kang changed that, culture shock wasn't even fitting enough to describe my feelings.

First Outworld, then a whole other timeline? My brain was stuffed with loads of new information. Life still had its beautiful days after all I’d seen.

One of my new but best friends, Johnny, offered to let me play my role in his recent work, and when I saw Hollywood? I felt like a kid again, curious and wanting to see everything there.

Since we had the time and Johnny was a megastar, he showed me all there was to see. All the vast buildings, the Walk of Fame, the Hollywood sign. It was all so beautiful.

I was gasping and awing all day, making Johnny laugh yet again as he brought me to his home:

"YOU LIVE HERE?!"

"Hell yeah, buttercup," Opening the door for me, I ran in and stopped to take in his gorgeous home, gasping as I saw the pool with a view of the city before me.

"You even have a pool?!" I squealed, and he continued to laugh at me:

"Wanna go for a swim?"

"Please?!" I jumped for joy, not paying attention to him:

"Let me go grab-"

"Thanks for the towel!" That's what I thought he would get, frozen and watching me toss off my clothes, jumping right in, in just my bra and panties, "Ahh, the waters not freezing!"

I was having so much fun, floating on my back and seeing Johnny, still frozen and staring at me.

"What? Have you never swum in panties before? Mine are clean! I swear!"

We both laughed at what I said, Johnny shaking his head at me as he unbuttoned his shirt:

"You are something else, Y/N."

"Just jump in! Hurry up, Johnny!" Bundled with energy, I laughed as he got down to his briefs, jumping in and splashing water all over me.

"Hey!" I smiled, splashing and laughing hard as he choked on the water, "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. Sike!" Splashing right back, the water went up my nose, making me snort, but I was still smiling, turning to shake off the burn in my nose, getting lost in the view of the city.

"It's beautiful, ain't it?" Joining me at the edge and enjoying the view too, I nodded:

"I see why you love this place so much. Thank you for all you've done for me today. I'm so happy."

"Oh, I know," He chuckled, pinching my plump cheek, "Don't mention it. You saved my ass how many times since we've met? It's the least I can do."

Flowing with happiness and graciousness, I hugged Johnny with a squeeze, expressing:

"Everyone may think a certain way about you, but know, I think you're the best, Johnny."

"Bout time someone's seen that," He was always boastful but hugged me back and smiled, "Thanks, buttercup."

"Of course," Kissing his cheek, my bundled energy wanted me to keep moving, so I offered, "Wanna keep having fun?"

The hand behind my back was ready to splash him again, but I noticed the look in his eyes as he stared at my body:

"You know what skinny dipping is?"

"Swimming naked, right?" I wasn't that out of touch with the modern world; realizing that he was flirting with me, I played along, shrugging, "My bra and undies need to dry, anyhow."

He wasn't expecting me to dive right into the situation, tossing my bra and panties to the floor next to us and letting out a sigh of relief:

"That's better."

"Hell yeah," He murmured, eyeing every part of skin he saw, again taken aback as I came to him, toying with the band of his briefs:

"Need help?"

"He, good one," He chuckled, going to the edge for a moment, "Just a second."

Floating back on the water, I stared at the bright city, looking back at him as I heard music playing softly, noticing his briefs on the floor next to my wet garments.

"Setting the mood?" I giggled, swimming to him and saying, "It's a first for me, but I trust you, Johnny."

"I knew Buttercup was perfect for you," Pulling me to him by the waist, he had so much charm, getting lost in his eyes, "You're so sweet."

"You're sweet too," I smiled, playfully mocking the voice he'd used when saying, "Buttercup."

Laughing but starting to get handsy, the pace picked up as his lips inched closer to mine:

"Never a dull moment with you."

When our lips met, I never felt my blood rush as it did then, knowing what was happening to me but actually processing it for the first time, not wanting to embarrass myself because of my inexperience as I kissed back, not so hard on myself mentally as he dipped his hand down to squeeze my ass:

"Sure that this a first for you?"

"I wouldn't lie to you," Kissing more, he was mindful but wanting more as his tongue rolled:

"Just asking because damn, you're good."

That compliment made me feel even better, daring to go under the water to touch him, a little hesitant till he took my hand, doing so for me, softly wrapping my hand around his cock, his guidance pumping it up and down.

"I'm all yours, buttercup," Letting my hand go as I stroked his cock on my own, all nervousness left me as he cooed, "Go after what you want."

Nodding in my kisses, I didn't notice how fast I began to stroke him, the rush in me taking control, especially when his hands slid between my thighs from behind, a finger gliding through my folds.

I instantly whimpered at the feeling. I stopped what I was doing to adjust my legs, whispering in my blissful sigh, "That's really nice."

"Want something even better?" His whisper in my ear made me twitch with anticipation, moaning at his finger slipping into me, pumping softly.

Resting against his chest, I was smiling with moans, continuing to praise, "That's so, so nice."

"I promise, I'll keep making you feel good," Pumping a bit faster made me want more, palming his cock and making him stare at me from my rather bold offer:

"Just want to fuck already?"

"Again, you sure this is your first time?" Just wanting to be sure, I giggled but meant wholeheartedly:

"I just want you to be my first. I imagine that you won't disappoint me."

"Imagine?" Getting things back on track, we floated to the wall with the view, his charm coming back strong, "You've thought about it before?"

A bit flustered as he guessed correctly, I admitted, "Yeah, I mean, have you seen yourself?"

"Sexy, right?" He chuckled, taking my thighs and picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck:

"Mega sexy," I giggled, watching his hand under the water.

"Just tell me if you need to stop," Caring that this was my first time, he helped ease the little anxiousness with a kiss, unintentionally biting his lip when I felt a pop inside.

"Johnny-" Whimpering and biting a little harder, I began to stretch open on his girth, grunting as he pushed into me softly.

"You all right, buttercup?" Checking on me, my body made more room for him, begging for more, showing that I was more than alright as I pushed against him, intrusive thoughts taking over my mouth:

"Fuck me."

"My, my," Pushing further, he had no complaints, smiling against my neck, "My sweet, innocent buttercup isn't so innocent, huh?"

"Is that a bad thing?" Shivering with pleasure, I was only curious, back to smiles as his head shook:

"Far from it. Don't worry, angel. I'll hold your halo so you can have a little demon time."

The water started splashing against us as he pulled back and rolled his hips quicker, still soft but making me moan more, clinging and exploring a whole new universe, loving how my nerves jolted and the way he could go deep, learning new points in me that I didn't realize I had.

"You like that?" Watching me moan, I was tight and wet, taking him easier, "You feelin' good?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Feeling our hips inching closer, I wondered if I could take all of him, sharing a loud gasp with him as I pushed myself down onto all his cock, "Yeah, Johnny!"

"Oh fuck," He huffed, proud of me as he had to look to believe, only pulling back a bit of his length, bucking and creating more splashes, "You want it like that?"

"Please," Nodding quickly, I felt a tear in the corner of my eye, "It feels so good."

With our hips meeting, his pelvis brushed against my clit, and after so much, it swelled, pulsating, gasping out each time he hit it again:

"Ooo-Ooo!"

"Gonna cum, baby?" Holding my head and finding my eyes, it was hard to stay still, twitching and whining:

"Yeahhh! Make me, Johnny!"

"I gotcha, baby," Hugging my torso and going a bit faster, he started groaning at how I clenched his cock, "Fuck that's tight. Oh, yeaa-."

My head fell back, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw were blurred city lights, then his blurred but bright smile as he picked me back up, hugging his head tight as it hit me, shaking with pleasure and gasping:

"Shit, that's amazing. You're amazing, Johnny."

"So are you," He hummed, slowing to a stop and whispering, "Your pussy's too damn good."

Knowing why he stopped, the water helped me stand upright, turning so that he was against the wall, looking down at how hard he was holding his cock:

"Want me to take care of that?"

"Wanna tell me how?" Cocking his eyebrow, knowing and keeping his hips above water, he shook and gasped at how quickly I sunk and took his tip into my mouth, "Shit, baby. Fuccck-"

He instantly came from my warm, wet mouth, gladly taking his load, picking my head up as I swallowed:

"Sorry, that's all we could do since we're in the pool."

"Don't you dare apologize," He heaved, smiling down at me, "You know how good that feels?"

I thought I couldn't stop smiling before? My smile was stuck on my face as I hugged him, floating as he picked me up, "I love that I make you feel good, too."

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We’re Only Human - Part Two

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin xReader

Summary: After Jake confides in you, he works to make amends with his squad.

Warnings: swearing, insecurity, mentions of anxiety

Note: 4.8k - the sad boi saga continues!! This got a little outta hand not gonna lie… I rewrote it so many time!! Also!!! Shoutout to bestie @magnolialikes who floated the idea of reader meeting the team! Loved it SO MUCH

Read part one here!

“How many words are you aiming for today?” Jake asked as he sipped the last of his morning coffee (black, no sugar… heathen), leaning against the counter. You rolled your eyes dramatically from your spot at the breakfast bar, taking another bite of your toast.

“Three thousand today. Plus the extra seven hundred I dropped the ball on yesterday.” You groaned. Part of what made your relationship with Jake work so well was your career as a freelance writer. You worked remotely 90 percent of the time which meant you were able to follow Jake wherever his career may take him, within reason.

Jake nodded with a smirk, knowing your habit to procrastinate until it came right down to the wire.

A sharp beep came from your watch signaling the top of the hour, 7am.

“You better get going, Lieutenant. Or you’ll get written up for skipping class.” You teased as he rounded the small kitchen island, caging you in between his arms.

“Yes, ma’am.” He whispered before leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

Smiling lightly when you pulled away you gazed up at him, taking in the slight circles under his eyes from his restless sleep, “You know what you have to do today, right?” Your voice was soft and comforting.

Jake sighed and dropped his forehead to yours, nodding slightly as he whispered, “Yeah.”

Last night had been rough.

When you crawled into bed Jake was clinging to you like a bad smell. That wasn’t the rough part. He had tossed and turned most of the night which was way out of the ordinary for your partner who could usually fall asleep at the drop of the hat. But you knew it was his anxiety taunting him.

You kissed him again, “It’ll be okay, Jake.”

He sighed again and pulled that million dollar smile onto his face, “Yeah,” he repeated, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” you called after him as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the front door, shooting you one last wink as he left.

Christ, please let today go well.

Jake was beyond nervous as he made his way to the hangar.

He had hoped to catch Rooster before their report time but that morning he had needed an extra 10 minutes with his partner to sike himself up. And now he was cutting it fine, sliding into the last free table just as Maverick took to the lectern.

Rooster would have to wait till after class.

Discreetly looking around at his colleagues he tried to gauge who was most hostile towards him.

Coyote gave a brief nod in greeting when he caught his eye. That was good. He’d made it this far without making an enemy of Javy and intended to keep it that way.

Payback and Fanboy looked at him curiously, seemingly neither here nor there. He could work with that.

When his eyes met Phoenix’s he was met with a stone cold glare, disappointing but not surprising. He knew she and Rooster were close. He knew she didn’t like him all that much. That would certainly take a bit more work.

Bob’s gaze flicked from Hangman to Phoenix and back again, almost as if he was expecting another fight to break out and needed to be ready to back his pilot up. Bob was observant, Jake would give him that.

Lastly he moved his eyes to Rooster. And was met with nothing. Rooster had his eyes glued to Maverick, a staunch expression on his face, refusing to give anything away. Jake pursed his lips and turned back to face the front. This might prove difficult.

An hour went by and Jake was getting restless. The clock on the wall was almost mocking him as each second ticked slowly by. He could feel eyes on him from all directions as if they were waiting for him to ‘do a Hangman’ and say something inappropriate. This was probably the quietest he’d ever been in training.

When Maverick finally called a quick five minute break, acknowledging it had been a very information heavy morning and they should all quickly stretch their legs, Jake whipped out his phone in hopes you had messaged him something ridiculous like you tended to do. Anything to take his mind off the present. And bless you, you had.

Somehow the only pen in this damn house ended up down the garbage disposal. My morning’s going splendidly. Do I attempt to rescue it…

Jake smiled and then instantly cringed, hating the thought of you putting your hand down the disposal for a stupid pen, quickly typing out his reply,

Please don’t try that. I’ll buy you some more on my way home.

If he had to guess, you were procrastinating as usual as your reply came through straight away,

Yee of little faith…

But please do.

After another long block of information and notetaking they were finally breaking for lunch before heading up in the planes.

This was his chance.

Before he could talk himself out of it he hightailed it to the mess hall where he’d seen Rooster walk to not two minutes prior. Scanning the tables he couldn’t see the brunette seated anywhere, but he could see him in line with his tray.

Pacing across the hall he sidled up to Bradshaw, unintentionally but also essentially cutting in line.

The officer he’d just cut in front of made a noise of protest but Jake quickly turned to him, “Relax I’m not getting any food.”

Rooster froze at the sound of the blond’s voice but refused to face him, instead he pretended he hadn’t noticed and continued adding food to his tray.

Jake took a deep breath, “I need to talk to you.”

Nothing. Rooster added a helping of over-steamed vegetables.

“Bradshaw,” he tried again, “Can we talk?”

A spoonful of white rice and silence.

Jake sighed and tried to keep his cool. He knew this would likely happen, “Look, I want to apologise. For what I said-”

“Fuck off, Hangman.” came the grunt, followed by a spoonful of gravy… was it gravy? Maybe an attempt at casserole?

Rooster finally left the line and began to walk over to a table on the far side of the hall, where Phoenix and Bob already sat.

Jake stuck to him like glue, “I’m sorry, okay? Genuinely sorry-”

“You’re so full of shit.” Rooster shook his head in disbelief.

Okay, ouch.

But still Jake persevered, he had bridges to mend, “I shouldn't have said it. It wasn’t my place and I know that.”

He had to break suddenly as Rooster turned to face him with no warning, tray held securely in front, “So why say it? Why the fuck would you say it.”

It surprised Jake how much it hurt to see Rooster hurt. The question stumped Jake, mostly because he wasn’t actually expecting a response. He could see Phoenix and Bob’s stares on them from across the room, Phoenix ready to jump to Rooster’s defense in an instant.

Because I’m an insecure idiot, he thought.

“Because I’m an asshole.” he said.

Rooster raised an eyebrow at that, obviously not expecting that answer.

Jake took that silence as a sign to continue, “Look, I wasn’t thinking when I said it. I know that sounds like bullshit but it’s the truth. You know I’m always saying shit to get a rise out of people, but that took it too far. Way too far. It was cruel. I had no right. And I’m sorry. I know we’re not friends and you don’t owe me anything, and you don’t have to listen to this but,” he took a deep breath, “I feel like shit. As soon as I said it I regretted it. I deserved whatever punch you were about to throw at me. But there it is. I am sorry.”

He was damn near out of breath by the time he finished his little speech.

Rooster studied him with narrowed eyes for a beat and Jake found himself trying not to squirm under his gaze.

Hold your position.

Rooster gave an, “Okay.” and turned to continue his path to the table, leaving Jake standing there like a deer in headlights.

Speaking out loud, drawing attention from a nearby table, “The fuck does ‘okay’ mean?”

Later, after lunch when they’d all congregated on the tarmac waiting for their Captain, Jake was greeted by Rooster with a single, barely there nod.

“So, I did it.” Jake mentioned nonchalantly as he added more garlic to the frypan. Your eyes shot to him from where you were busy chopping carrots.

“Did, it?”

He nodded in response, offering no further commentary.

“...And?” You prompted. Jake shrugged his shoulders and turned away from the elements to face you, crossing his arms in the process.

“He said ‘okay’ and that was it. Nothing else the entire day. Just ‘okay’... what’s that supposed to mean?” his face scrunched up in concentration as if he was still trying to decipher Rooster’s words. Or word… singular, apparently.

Smiling lightly you put the knife down on the chopping board, “That’s… good right? At least he spoke to you and heard you out.”

Jake nodded more to himself than to you, “After he told me to fuck off and that I was full of shit.”

You couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped at his words, stopping abruptly at your partner’s glare, “I’m sorry. But by the sounds of things, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

He hummed in agreement, “Do you think we’re okay now? What else would ‘okay’ mean? Or was he just saying it to get me to leave?”

Pursing your lips in thought, you were unsure of how to answer. You had never met Rooster, had no idea what his body language was or what his ‘tells’ were, so you probably weren’t the best person to offer assurance in this situation. But you were the only one there.

“I honestly don’t know, Jake. But you’ve apologized. Now, just build off that. Consider this your fresh start.”

“I don’t need a fresh start.” He counted, always one to try and have the last say.

Closing the distance between you, you rested your hands on Jake’s waist and looked up at him, “You know what I mean.”

His eyes locked on yours as he studied you for a moment before finally giving a subtle nod. Rising on your tiptoes you pecked his pursed lips, “I’m proud of you, you know.”

Jake was someone that needed validation, he wanted to know he was making the right choices.

He finally uncrossed his arms from his chest and mirrored you, placing his much larger hands on your waist and bringing you in closer to wrap you in a hug.

You felt him let out a deep breath against your hair before he whispered a quiet, “Thank you.”

Today Jake had a plan.

He’d gone over it again and again in his head, voiced it to you to see if there were any kinks that needed to be ironed out, and given himself a pep talk in the mirror as he shaved. He hadn’t said it out loud, but by his facial expressions and the way he had stared at himself, it was a pretty safe guess.

Today, Jake was going to be a nice guy. Friendly even.

Jake had voiced to you that after a lot of thought, he was pretty sure he had made progress with Rooster, and today he’d tackle the others.

To start, he had greeted his fellow pilots with a, “Mornin.”

Then, while he had waited his turn to head up to dogfight, he had initiated a game of foosball with Payback and when he lost, he simply left it at, “Damn… guess foosball isn't my thing, man.” ignoring the look of shock that was shot his way.

Stares of shock seemed to be the theme that day. When he poured himself a cup of coffee and a second to hand to Bob, Jake thought the poor WSO was about to faint. He pretended not to see when Bob took a tentative sip of the coffee and narrowed his eyes at the pilot wondering how Hangman of all people knew exactly how he took his coffee.

It wasn’t long until he was called up to dogfight alongside Bob and his pilot. Phoenix was very open about her disdain of having to fly with Jake, and when the two planes were inevitably “shot down” by Maverick, she had no problem channeling that distaste to get her through the 200 push ups.

“Hey,” Jake grunted as he completed push up number 107, “good job up there.”

Phoenix turned her head in his direction so fast she was lucky she didn’t put it out, “Excuse me?”

Jake let out a deep breath as he pushed himself up again, “Flying. Up there. You did good,” grunt, “almost had him.”

“What’re you playing at, Bagman?”

“What, I can’t say ‘good job’ now?”

She scoffed beside him, “Shut-”

“Focus, Lieutenants.” Hondo interrupted.

The trio finished their exercise in silence, bar the heavy breathing. When they all stood, groaning in pain, Phoenix took off before Hangman could get another word in, Bob shooting him an unreadable look and following quickly after her. Ever the loyal backseater.

He sighed as he watched her retreat, she was going to take a bit to come around.

One step forward, two steps back is still progress.

That’s what Jake kept telling himself.

When he voiced his concerns to you, about how he still wasn’t in on the inside jokes, you had calmly explained that friendships take time.

Rooster didn’t hate him now, that he was sure of. It was more of just an… acceptance of his presence.

Payback and Fanboy had begun to joke around with him more. Jake put it down to his heroic loss at foosball - which definitely hadn’t been planned by the way, not at all. He was also certain that the duo were too bubbly to pass up the opportunity for a good laugh.

Phoenix still tried to burn him with her stares.

Maverick could apparently sense the unresolved tension within the group and had organized an afternoon of dogfight football to let off some steam. Well damn, if that wasn’t the best idea the Captain ever had.

Get a bunch of pilots out on the beach, give them a couple of footballs and let them tackle the shit out of each other.

Soon, whatever ill feelings held between the team were pushed aside and they’d all found themselves chasing each other along the beach well past sunset, scores long forgotten.

Javy’s ditched me to get laid, fancy picking me up?

Now or in a while? Thought you were planning on having a rager.

Jake smiled somewhat sadly at your message. He’d text you only a couple of hours prior, post-football, to let you know he was probably going to be home late.

At the time endorphins were running high from the weird football game they’d all played. It’d been all laughs and friendly jabs once they’d made it back to The Hard Deck and Jake was feeling good. Like a weight had been lifted.

But then a pretty brunette had caught Coyote’s eye from across the bar and he’d soon left to pursue a fun filled night of a different kind. And then the weight dropped back on Jake’s shoulders like a tonne of bricks.

As it turned out, Javy had been acting like a buffer of sorts. With him there, Jake was brought into every conversation with ease. Javy - the ever loyal, ever inclusive best friend.

Now he was gone, and Jake was finding it increasingly difficult to join in the conversations around him, instead choosing to try and give Bob some pointers at the pool table.

Jake was actively trying to stay quiet. Well, quieter than usual at least. If he started running his mouth like he does without Coyote there, no doubt he’d end up offending someone. And he was actively trying to avoid that these days.

Jake was becoming self-aware.

So he busied himself with Bob, who had really started to grow on him. He’d corrected the WSO’s stance, offered advice on how to grip the pool cue, and even given tips on how to calculate where the cue ball would ricochet. Hangman found himself still enjoying the night, until he made the unfortunate mistake of letting out an honestly good natured chuckle when Bob sunk the cue ball by accident.

“Leave him alone, Bagman. You’re a shit teacher.” Phoenix popped up seemingly out of nowhere and snatched his pool cue right out of his hands.

“I didn’t even say anything!” He defended himself. He was met with an eye roll in response. Bob shot a look his way.

“Oh no, I-“ he began to speak up in Jake’s defense but stopped when he saw the pilot’s mouth pull into a grimace and shake his head.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ he thought.

And so he’d retired to the seats along the back wall, eyeing the pool game, and texting his partner to come bail him out.

Nah. Rather be at home with you.

As soon as you received that last text you were pulling on a light hoodie over your dress and driving over to The Hard Deck.

You were hopeful that he’d at least enjoyed his few hours out.

Pulling into the parking lot you wondered if you should just call Jake to let him know you were waiting outside. But the longer you stared at the hustle and bustle of the bar, the more your curiosity grew about the place and you decided that heading inside wasn’t a bad idea.

The heat from the waves of people hit you as soon as you opened the door. People laughing, dancing, flirting, drinking… you’d expected nothing less.

Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the familiar pilot but to no avail, instead deciding to head further into the madness hoping your partner would pop up along the way.

And he did.

Leaning against the back wall, studying the beer bottle in his hands.

Striding through the crowd your face broke out in a smile as you neared.

“Hey, sailor!”

His head snapped up from his bottle at the sound of your voice, being able to pick it out in a crowd of a thousand. Eyebrows raised in surprise he felt a grin appear on his face, his reaction causing the pilots around him to turn in your direction as well.

It was like tunnel vision, whenever the two of you were in the same room. Eyes focused only on each other.

Jake quickly stood tall, passed his beer absentmindedly to Fanboy who only grabbed it at the last second once he realised what was happening, and closed the space between you with four long strides.

“Thought you’d forgotten about me.” He breathed once he reached you, hand rising to cup your cheek as he leant forward to kiss your forehead.

“You? Never.” You teased him. Jake pulled away and tugged at your hand.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

Your eyes darted from his to the group that were blatantly staring behind him, “You can’t just leave without saying goodbye, Jake.”

“We absolutely ca- God damn it.”

He was cut off as you stepped around him and closer to the pilots by the pool table.

“Hi!” You introduced yourself and stuck out your hand to the woman with the dark hair, “Nice to finally meet you all.”

She accepted your handshake, “Phoenix.” Her eyes went between you and Jake, “How do you know Bagman?”

Your eyebrows twisted in confusion at the name, mouthing ‘Bagman’ to yourself before finally clicking, “Oh, Jake? We’ve been together for a few years.”

“Since when do you have a girlfriend?” Payback directed at Jake who had moved behind you protectively.

“Don’t you listen? She just said a few years.” He bit his cheek when you elbowed him lightly in the stomach, conveying a silent ‘play nice’.

The moment that followed was awkward, no one knowing what to say as they took in the news that Hangman of all people had been in a relationship for years.

Finally Phoenix piped up, “Join us for a drink?”

“Nope, we’ve gotta go.” Jake’s hand was on your shoulder and steering you towards the exit before you broke free.

“I’d love to!” You escaped Jake’s hold and accepted the beer offered to you by Bob who had just got another round for the group, and a lemonade for himself.

You could feel Jake’s glare on your back as you took a seat next to Phoenix, turning your head towards him and motioning to the empty seat beside you. With a huff he sat down and snatched his bottle back from Fanboy.

“So, uh,” the man with the moustache started, Rooster, you clicked, “where’re you from?”

“New York,” you smiled, “Queens.”

“How’d you meet Hangman?” Payback seemed to ask the question everyone was dying to know judging by the intense stares and silence that fell upon the group.

“We met through Javy actually.” You began, noting how Jake had started to absentmindedly play with the hem of your dress. The group of pilots perked up at the mention of Coyote. “I was out at a bar one night, came across Javy who was drunk out of his mind and couldn’t remember his address when I offered to get him an Uber. So I went through his phone and called the first person on his recent call log who happened to be Jake.”

You smiled at him lightly, “He came and picked Javy’s drunk ass up. We kinda just went from there.”

You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, and you didn’t really get one. Just Phoenix nodding in thought with a definitive, “Huh.”

Conversation flowed easily after that. Phoenix taking a genuine interest in your life and line of work and Fanboy egging you on, trying to get you to let the group in on some of Jake’s embarrassing secrets, not that you would ever tell.

And Jake loved that about you, you always had his back.

Eyeing him in your peripheral vision you noticed that while his eyes were on Fanboy, who had launched into another laughter filled story, his focus was actually solely on the beer bottle in his hands, fingernails picking and peeling at the label.

You leant over to whisper in his ear, “You’re very quiet this evening.”

His eyes met yours as he gave a barely there smile and a quick shrug of his shoulders, “Tryna’ stay out of trouble.”

Jake moved his attention back to Fanboy leaving you to mull over his words. Taking a large gulp of your drink you tugged at the blond’s arm as you stood up, “Come with me.”

His eyes were confused as you dragged him up from his seat and outside, ignoring the wolf-whistles from the group.

“What’s up?” he asked when you finally came to a stop just outside the bar. You gave his hand a squeeze before replying.

“You tell me, Jake. What’s going on?”

His eyebrows scrunched at your question before he threw that famous megawatt smile on his face, “Nothin’s going on, baby. What do you mean?”

You sighed, “J, c’mon. It’s me. Something’s bothering you, you’re never this quiet when we’re out,” he averted his eyes and busied himself by looking anywhere but you, “is it me? Asking to have a drink with your team?”

His eyes immediately dropped to his feet and you felt your stomach drop along with his, “Oh, Jake. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep-”

“No,” he cut you off with a panicked tone, never wanting you to feel bad, “no, it’s not you, honey. It’s just… I didn’t…” he let out a sigh and nodded back to the table inside, “I just don’t wanna embarrass you.”

Nevermind the sound of the waves or the wind around you, you could hear a pin drop in your silence. It took a moment longer for you to gather your thoughts and get over your initial shock of his admission, taking both his hands in yours when you did.

“Jake… you make me feel a lot of things, but embarrassed is never one of them.” You kept your voice soft and tried to catch his eye, “Listen, I know you’re trying to make friends with your squad and that’s great! That’s so great but, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop being yourself.”

You watched as he took a deep breath and stared over your shoulder to the ocean.

“You’re funny even though your jokes are usually awful and you tell a great story. You’re a lot of things Jake Seresin, but you’re not quiet and you’re not an asshole, so stop thinking you are.”

He finally brought his eyes back to meet yours, “I’m just… I’m just trying to come off a little less strong.”

You smiled lovingly up at your partner who was suddenly so aware of his feelings with no idea what to do with them, “Okay. A little less strong I can work with. Just don’t change yourself completely. Remember, I fell in love with the guy with the massive, over-inflated ego, not the guy that sits silently at the table.”

The way the corner of his mouth lifted at your small dig had you swooning.

“Okay, deal,” he nodded, leaning down to give you a kiss, “but I do still want to go home.”

You giggled against his lips, “C’mon then, sailor. Take me home.”

Jake dragged you through the crowded bar trying to get to the opposite entrance without being seen by his teammates who he decided he couldn’t be bothered saying goodbye to. Just as you were about to leave the bar once again you caught the eye of Phoenix who was stood at the counter. She offered a small smile and raised her bottle in farewell, you smiled brightly and waved in return.

The day of deployment came around quicker than you would’ve preferred.

Sure, you had done this a couple of times through your relationship but it never got easier. And this mission, while you had been told next to nothing, just didn’t feel right.

“I love you,” Jake repeated for what felt like the tenth time in as many minutes, “so much.”

You relished in the feeling of his lips on yours, resting your forehead against his when he pulled back, “And I love you, Lieutenant Seresin. Please be safe. Please.”

And really Jake couldn’t promise that. You knew that. But damn it if he wouldn’t try.

In lieu of replying he simply nodded, gave you one last, hard kiss and stepped back, bag swung over his shoulder.

“Your team’s waiting.” You teased forlornly.

Jake smirked at you, “Let ‘em wait. I love you.”

“I love you too, now get going, sailor.” You spoke through light giggles.

He finally conceded, giving you one last once-over and a nod before turning and making his way to the ship.

Hate to watch you go, but love to watch you leave, you giggled at your thoughts as you watched his retreating form.

“He’ll be okay.” You jumped slightly at the sound of Rooster’s voice.

“Hangman,” he elaborated, “he’s good at what he does. He’ll be okay.”

You felt tears well up inside you as you nodded at his words, “Take care of yourself out there, Rooster. Make sure you come home too.”

Rooster smiled kindly at your order, “Yes, ma’am.”

He followed Jake’s path to the ship, leaving you and your thoughts on the dock.

Jake watched you like a hawk from the ship as your eyes flitted across all the Navy personnel, trying to find his golden head of hair. The smile that lit up your face and the dramatic wave you gave when you finally spotted him caused the roller coaster in his stomach to take off at a million miles an hour. He tried his best to smile back but was sure it had come out as more of a grimace.

“You’ve got yourself a good one in her, Hangman.” He couldn’t even startle as Phoenix appeared by his side out of nowhere, eyes locked on your form.

“I’m gonna marry her.” He mumbled just loud enough for the other pilot to hear.

Jake could feel her eyes lift to study him, “Then we better make sure we get you back in one piece.”

This time Jake was sure his face held a small smile over a grimace.

Phoenix allowed him his moment before lightly slapping his shoulder, “Come on, let’s go make ourselves at home.”

#jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick

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this-is-krikkit · 4 months

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Hey Sunshine 💕

You can't imagine how sorry I am that you lost all these gems you wrote 😭 Fate as deprived us of so many amazing Levihan fics & kisses 🥺 I really hope there's a way to get them back 🤞🍀

Seeing the last prompt list you reblogged (soft fic) I couldn't resist requesting 26 Pyjamas for Levihan or Erurihan because of the headcanons we talked about the other day based on this beautiful fanart 😉

I hope writing something new will cheer you up a bit!

Sending love & hugs 💕🫂

hey Val ♥️ as you know, i did get my wips back!! your good luck wishes seem to have worked haha

thank you for sending me one of these soft prompts. inspiration took a while to come for this one, but then i stumbled upon this post:

and i knew i had your fic. hope you enjoy! ♥️

The Momentum Principle (read on ao3)

Words: 2566 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Nanaba & Erwin Smith & Mike Zacharias & Hange Zoë Characters: Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Best Friends, Unrequited Crush, Canon Non-Binary Character, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, SNK Veterans - Freeform, and they were ROOMMATES, (oh my god they were roommates), no beta we die like that vine ref SIKE IT'LL NEVER DIE, pretentious titling because that's how i roll

Summary: Studies show that staying awake for over twenty-four hours has similar effects on the human brain as having a bloodstream concentration of alcohol way over legal limits. Biology major Hange Zoë is aware of that fact. Sadly, they’re also aware that there are finals to pass, and not enough hours in a day to study for them.

Hange frowned at the page before their eyes and clicked the table lamp off and back on, ignoring the annoyed stares the repeated and ineffective gesture got them from the students around –served them all right anyway, they mused, when they’d all been regularly stealing Hange glances they didn’t even bother to try and make discreet all morning. But something other than being ogled at like a circus freak was making it hard to decipher the words in front of them, though they couldn’t put their finger on what exactly. The world around them had been seeming especially bleak lately and even more so today, which wasn’t unusual during the intense studying marathons they famously put themself through with finals drawing near, but they couldn’t recall a time where it had actually impacted their already damaged eyesight; and the persistent, pulsing ache tracing along their temples sure wasn’t helping.

The most rational part of their brain offered stress and weariness as culprits, and Hange had to admit they couldn’t easily dismiss either of those. The cramming schedule they’d been imposing on themself may have gotten a little out of hand in the last couple of weeks, so much so Hange couldn’t even remember the last time they’d set foot in the living room to share homemade dinners or play board games with their four roommates like they usually would during cold winter evenings. They hadn’t even partook in early morning idle chitchat or occasional evening drinks on their way home from the campus library, not when they’d been consistently arriving right on opening time –they’d been pulling all nighters more often than not, anyway, and felt too restless to stay home and wait for the others to get ready– and had become the last student to leave it at night.

Hange closed their eyes for a minute as they let their head fall forward, rolling their neck and shoulders and relishing in the satisfying crack their muscles and tendons sighed out at the stretch. If only their brain could gain knowledge through osmosis via that simple contact between their forehead and over-highlighted textbook; if information were to be solutes, then, considering how little they’d efficiently memorized lately, it would flow right inside their lowly concentrated head without a doubt. They smiled at that absurd reflection, giddy with the realization that hey, they’d apparently managed to remember some things from those hellish Introduction to Fluid Mechanics lectures.

That unexpected sense of comfort was short lived, however, when they were hit with a wave of the increasingly familiar nausea their self inflicted sleep deprivation never failed to bring. Hange opened their eyes to fight the dizziness and took deep breathes in and out, silently counting up the right inhale to exhale ratio –simultaneously urging their body to hold up for a little while longer.

Two weeks, they pleaded. Just two more weeks and I can take a break.

Seven long sleepless days and nights of tensed cramming, followed by a week of nerve-wracking and hopefully mostly accurate square ticking in reply to more often than not purposefully confusingly phrased questions, and then they’d be free to hang out with their friends and be a, well, not exactly normal, but close to normal young adult again.

But the thought saddened more than it motivated them, and they had to consciously stop themself from looking around to see if they could spot any of the three blondes they’d come to think of as family. Erwin, Nanaba and Mike all had similar exams to take soon and the spacious library had filled in by whatever time it was now, so they would no doubt be within these four walls. Sundays usually involved morning revising, followed by strictlynon-academic plans everyone would have previously agreed onfor their common weekly afternoon off.

Hange winced at the pang of loneliness they felt when they realized they actually had no idea what their closest friends would be up to later. It only got worse when they remembered that Levi, who they’d been trying not to focus any thoughts on as those were proving more and more distracting these past few months, hadn’t tried to coax them into coming along this weekend like he’d done since they’d started studying more intensely. Hange had noticed Erwin’s surprised glances and Mike and Nanaba’s barely disguised teasing laughs when he’d started doing it, and they couldn’t really blame any of them –after all, that initiative from Levi had been a drastic switch from their previously established social roles.

Lost in memories of Levi’s techniques to get them to go out, which had mostly consisted of an association of almost threats and intense glaring until they would caved –which they hadn’t, amazingly– it took them a minute to notice the hand upon their right shoulder.

“Get up,” a familiar voice whispered up close, startling them.

Shit. Think of the devil.

Levi had also been pestering them about taking an actual break, on top of the Sunday festivities they’d been avoiding, but up until now their shared roommates had acted as enough of a buffer that Hange had been able to pretend they hadn’t noticed his nagging messages in the groupchat or pointed stares near the laundry machine.

“I’m fine right here,” they said cheerfully, pretending to focus on their textbook again and turning the page they’d been staring for a while without managing to actually read a word of it.

They weren’t sure they could get up, really, not without betraying their exhausted state to their closest friend and having to admit just how shitty they’d been at taking care of themself lately.

They swallowed back a shocked yelp as hands seized them up and pulled them to their feet anyway, and they caught themself on the table at the last moment to prevent the inevitable fall that would await them if they really were to put all their weight on their knees right now.

“What are you doing?” they asked through gritted teeth, unable to glare back at him as the head rush made dark spots dance in front of their eyes. “Let me go, I need to study.”

Levi wordlessly –and annoyingly easily– tore them away from their spot, half carrying them until they were both standing in front of one of the nearby arch windows. Hange muffled their protesting squeals out of some remnant of respect for the nosy judgmental students around, even though they knew Levi’s powerful glaring would probably prevent any of them from protesting at the noise of their struggling in the otherwise religiously quiet space.

And then they looked up and caught sight of their reflection.

And shamefully realized they could have given their curious peers the benefit of the doubt and hypothesized there might have been a valid reason behind all the curious looks they’d been getting all morning.

Hange was wearing their long sleeved purple octopus pajama top, the buttons ridiculously mismatched, with unmatched green cat-patterned pajamas bottoms –that they realized with a quiet gasp were probably Levi’s and not theirs, now that they were noticing the pants ended well above their ankles. There wasn’t one but two hair ties failing to hold their greasy matted hair up and away from their face, and their goggle-shaped sunglasses were hanging crooked on their nose with the rubber band twisted on both their temples –which finally explained part of their lingering headache, and why it was so challenging to read.

“What you need is to go home, Four Eyes.”

Tears sprung to their eyes before they could stop them, and for a minute they only stared at their shiny mirror image in quiet puzzlement. These weren’t tears of shame even if, as used as they were to being unconventional and to other people’s reaction to their self expression, this accidental pajama-in-public incident was definitely an all time new low for them. Exhaustion could have played a role, and the dark circles under their eyes as well as their paler than ever complexion easily spelled it out for them.

But mostly, Hange felt guilty. Levi had tried to mask it, but his voice had wavered over his own nickname for them, like he felt pained at seeing them in this state, and he couldn’t quite meet their eyes when that was his main tool to get anyone to comply to his requests.

“I don’t think I can,” they replied honestly.

His now openly worried gaze finally met theirs in the glass in front of them and he frowned, opening his mouth to object.

But Hange shook their head slowly in defeat.

They weren’t arguing with him, they were simply stating a truth.

They knew they must have taken the bus to get here, but they honestly couldn’t remember any part of the journey –hell, they couldn’t even remember putting shoes on, although they were glad they’d thought of that at least. They didn’t think they had a key to the apartment on them, as they usually resided in the deep pocket of the wool coat they’d forgotten to put on even before going out in this freezing winter weather. And practical issues asides, they didn’t actually trust themself to actually make it home in one piece right now, not even in the middle of a bright busy morning in the city and to their place that really wasn’t that far off campus.

Levi narrowed his eyes at them before nodding once, sharp.

“Wait outside. I’ll meet you in five.”

But Hange stood there, equally confused and chagrined at his statement. Was he going to go home with them? No, that wouldn’t do.

Levi had his own finals to study for, Hange couldn’t impose on him like that because they’d been stupid enough to push themself past their limit. They would simply have to endure a couple more hours of trying not to pass out at their seat until noon came around and all of their roommates went home anyway, to tag along without disrupting anyone’s schedule in the process.

Levi’s hands squeezed at their shoulders firmly, and his stare hardened in the window as if he could hear them reaching that conclusion.

Then he let go but didn’t move too far, seemingly unsure if Hange could actually stand by themself.

They rolled their eyes fondly, and –precociously– turned around, sporting what they hoped looked like a gentle smile and not a maniac grin –Levi’s expression remained stubbornly set, so they couldn’t tell either way– before moving carefully towards the door. They tried their hardest not to stumble on the way, and coughed to mask their giggling when they failed and almost tripped on their own feet.

Levi met them at the back exit of the building with their backpack and his own stuff shortly, and Hange didn’t bother trying to hide that they’d nearly fallen asleep on the stairs in the few minutes they’d been apart.

He frowned as they yawned without putting their hands to their mouth, but uncharacteristically didn’t comment on it as he grabbed their elbow to direct them towards an unknown car a few feet away.

They dug their heels in the sidewalk when they realized he’d ordered a paying ride for them.

“Wait, Levi, there’s no need for that. The bus–

“Won’t be here for another twenty minutes,” he interrupted. “You’re not passing out in the streets again, not under my watch.”

They recognized his clipped tone as the one that didn’t suffer any kind of discussion, even as he mentioned that party a month ago. Hange sighed inwardly, but followed his steps –they were way too tired to fight him anymore.

“What, like you’d get worried?” they still teased –they were exhausted, not dead. No way in hell would they miss an occasion to needle their favorite neat freak.

Levi snorted, and had Hange been less asleep on their feet, they’d have felt proud that they’d managed to get that sound out of him.

“I’d worry about my back, for one. I don’t want to know what carrying your unconscious ass home twice would do to it.”

“Hey, not fair!” They whined in protest, missing their target completely when they tried to playfully slap his arm. “I was at least ten pounds heavier then! And besides, Mike did most of the carrying, didn’t he?”

Hange couldn’t remember much from that night, but the rumor –in the form of Erwin and Nanaba’s recollection of the evening as they’d told it to them the following day, anyway– had Levi so worried about them passing out drunk he’d been too restlessly anxious to carry them himself, and had instead covered them in all of their friends’ coats, shoving their unconscious body in Mike’s strong arms, and then proceeding to walk beside him to closely monitor their breathing and that they wouldn’t choke on their own tongue or surprise vomit.

Hange only recalled waking up propped against multiple pillows with a pounding head and a grumpy –well, grumpier than usual– and sleep-deprived Levi who had shoved a glass of water in their shaky hand and scolded them about their alcohol consumption for the next half hour or so. It had then taken them drinking and keeping down a whole liter of diverse hydrating fluids before he’d finally left them alone to go and nurse his own hangover, and it was only after he’d left that Hange had noticed the newfound tidiness of their room and how the purple fatboy that would normally lay forgotten in a corner of the room –and under a pile of questioningly clean clothes and textbooks– had been pushed right next to their bed with a possibly Levi-shaped indentation in it.

Levi didn’t answer their rhetorical question, instead stopping in his tracks and giving them a clinical once over.

“What?” they prompted, barely resisting the urge to cross their arms to hide themself from his examination.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, averting his eyes and opening the car door for them.

He muttered something under his breath still, and Hange’s ears caught a few words that sounded suspiciously like end up disappearing if you keep this up.

He greeted the driver and confirmed his identity as Hange plopped down with a relieved groan, and didn’t miss the concerned look Levi shot them as he sat next to them. His hand slid down from where it was still gripping their elbow to rest gently on their forearm as the car started, and they could swear he gave it a small, awkward but infinitely soft couple of comforting pats.

Hange boldly took advantage of this atypically lengthy physical contact, and moved so they could slide their hands together almost nonchalantly –almost, because they nearly faltered when Levi’s neck snapped to stare at their fingers in awe.

Hange smiled as naturally as they could to try and ease the shock from his features.

“I’ll pay you back for the ride,” they promised, squeezing his hand once.

They let him go after that. It wouldn’t do for their most introverted friend who was making sure they were getting safely home to get a brain aneurysm from their unexpected and possibly unwanted touches, after all.

“Tch. You better,” he grunted, moving his hand back to his lap immediately.

They couldn’t help but smile again when they took note that his tone wasn’t nearly as biting as they knew it could be.

#levihan fanfiction #levihan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot #hange zoë #snk #levi ackerman #snk veterans #my stuff #asks #mutuals #mutuals asks #youre ackermine #don't steal the stupid divider i made it mmkay pls and thx #this will probs have a 2nd chapter bc i'm.. in love with them.#a title that's NOT lyrics!!!! omg who even am i??

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lucalearnstowrite · 14 days

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Today I saw her again. I think she's ready now. She has grown to be a beautiful woman, just like you. I know I never admitted it before but what best friend I would have been if I didn't call you ugly. She's even more effervescent than you. I'll keep a check on her and be with her when it's her time, just like you wanted.

My new recipe didn't work. It's tough being a researcher. Well, you bailed out before you even had to start it. I loathe the government and yet gonna recieve an award from them. It's kind of amusing.

You should know I'm getting old. The elixir is still at the same place u left it. I won't be taking it as well. I want to meet you soon, to beat you with my broomstick. Don't worry I ain't suicidal. I have plenty time. I'll make June a good witch before that. You know she got good nose just like her father. She smells off my potions the moment I enter the room. Her orenda is amazing and actually better than mines. She grew Henbane seeds that I gave her just in two days. Ah did I forgot to mention that last time? Must have forgotten. So much work these days for an old lady.

Ahh alright, I'm sorry. I know it's early for her but look she passed. I can see that in her, she's strong. Also aunts gotta be little mischievous, I can't be all responsible you know. That's your thing not mine. But sike, you are supernal now.

It's been 17 years Tabitha and I miss you. We decided to grow old together but you left me. You left us. I still wish you took that elixir that day but you are too righteous I can't blame you. I hope you are not lurking around in the town since then and found peace. Cupcakes were tasty right? June and I made them. Here, done with sowing your daisies. *Herbivicus* and Boom they bloom, beautiful!!

Alright I gotta go now, the mayor wants to see me to discuss my winning speech. And he wants me to mention him in the speech. That guy will never change.

Bye Tab

Happy birthday

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walkthroughfire4u · 2 years

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I will Always Stand up for You

Howard Stern makes a comment about Reader while Harry is on the show.

Okay so I’ve written smut before but have never published. Let me know what you think... I’m kinda nervous </3

pairing: husband! Harry Styles x Famous! Reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, lil bit of dirty talk, swearing, h*ward stern, (i think that’s it let me know if i missed anything)

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You heard the kettle whistling early in the morning. You rustled around the bed and reached your arm out to find Harry, but he wasn’t there. Alarmed at first, but you then remember hearing the kettle.

You mosey out of bed and tiptoe over the rug that surrounds the floor you your bedroom. You go down the stairs and turn the corner to see Harry standing over the stove with his head ducked. You knew why.

Three weeks ago Jeff called saying they had last minute booked Howard Stern. When Fine Line released 3 years ago Harry was featured on the talk show. After they filmed Harry came home to you a mess from the experience. Howard completely violated Harry and his personal boundaries, making Harry extremely uncomfortable in the mix. Harry dreaded it the past couple of weeks, leading up to today.

“Hey” You smiled walking up to him hunched over. You ran your hands up and down his bare back making him sigh deeply. “What are you feeling?” You hugged him from the back resting your cheek on him

“I don’t know- His voice husky- nervous I think” He grabbed your arm and turned to face you

He held his smile in. You cupped his face tiptoeing up to reach his forehead

“I love you” you whispered

He smiled under you

“I needed to hear that…. I’m just pissed- He let go of you and walked to a cabinet to get a mug- Jeff knows how much I hate that show… Howard” He grabbed a mug and gestured to you asking if you wanted tea too. You nodded. Harry poured the cup and handed it to you

“And I know I should suck it up, but I don’t want to deal with Howard’s bullshit.” You both stood in silence sipping your tea

“try not to sike yourself out. You control the interview and you can steer it around. Don’t let Howard push you around. I speak from experience.” Harry laughed while you rolled your eyes.

***

“So y/n you have been making music for a couple years now. When did you start” Howard spoke through his microphone to you

“Yeah I have, since high school, so fourish years? yeah”

“So what’s the new album about, explain it to me”

“Well it’s about growing up and finding love I guess…. some of this, some of that.” You laughed

“Yeah some of this some of that, I think we kind of get what that is. Sex life of yours” Howard said flatly, laughing

You knew this was going south.

“Yeah you could say that” you looked down laughing nervously

“You are friends with a lot of, well, hot guys, am I right?”

“Sure”

“I mean you hang out a lot with like, Jack Harlow, Shawn Mendes… is it about them at all?”

“Uhh-”

“You are a very attractive young lady, I’m sure men are constantly, you know, into you. Wanna have sex with you.”

“I uhh… no…” you were speechless at the things he was saying to you. Not only uncomfortable, but embarrassed. You’re never had a hard time speaking your mind, but this is the first time anyone has ever openly sexualized you for entertainment purposes.

“So you’ve never, like, walked to a party and have had guys lunging at you?” He chuckled again

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at Howard.”

“Well-

You cut him off “Do you find this entertaining? Are you just trying to sexualize me while on the air.”

“I’m not-

“You are, Howard. Is this how you usually make women feel? But I mean it’s not only women that you make feel uncomfortable on this show is it? Don’t do that”

“No y/n, I just ask the questions that everyone wants answered. Anyways we are ready to hear your new song…..”

***

“Howard Stern is an animal- you sipped at your tea making Harry laugh- You just need to stand up to him. Show him who’s boss”

“Yeah,, I’m the boss right?” He sipped his tea making eye contact with you from over the cup

“Yes sir, you are indeed the boss”

Harry laughed out. He set his coffee down beside him and hugged himself. He repositioned himself to face you across the kitchen.

“You know I wouldn’t feel this comfortable if I didn’t know you were going to be cheering me on”

“Harry, I will always, always, always cheer you on. I’m your number one fan…. believe it or not.” You walked up to him chest to chest and ran your hands up his arms and chest. “I love you, so much, and I absolutely hate when assholes like Howard Stern take you for granted and are downright inconsiderate of anyone but themselves.”

“You mind coming with me?” He wrapped his arms around your back side

“Never” he smiled at you and leaned into you while pulling your head up with his pointer finger. He kissed your lips softly, not the usual kiss he would go for. You and Harry’s relationship was silly and fun, but you two knew when it was a serious moment and you actually needed each other’s support. This was a moment where you gladly pushed everything of yours to the side to be there for Harry. He was the sweetest man alive. He never deserved anything that the media or stupid, insecure men like Howard Stern had to say.

~~~

You got ready to leave the house and grabbed your car keys. Harry was already picked up by Jeff to head to the studio, so you were driving yourself. You made it to the studio, which was only a couple minutes down from your and Harry’s house. You arrived and texted Harry and Jeff to let them know you were so one of them could come get you.

You and Jeff got along, but like anyone you two had your differences. You had a different choice of what a manager-client relationship should look like and Harry and Jeff’s didn’t fit. There was a conflict of interest because Jeff looked at the business and PR side of Harry, rather than a true caring for Harry and his well being. This made you confused because Jeff and Harry were great friends for years, and for those many years, Jeff lacked the compassion a friend should have.

“Hey y/n!” Jeff called across the parking lot

“Hey you.” He pulled you into a side hug

“How’s Harry?”

“Good. It’s good you’re here” He smiled at you.

You two walked to the double doors and he opened one for you. You passed a quick “thank you” and let him lead you to the back. You passed a couple employees who started whispering as soon as they saw you. It was no secret that you detested Howard Stern, publicly too. There was a reason you never came back on the show. After you and Harry got together, he had been on the show once before, until now.

Jeff led you to a room and knocked then waited for a “come in” when he opened the door for you.

“He starts in about 20 minutes, so you guys can just hang out.”

“Okay, thank you, Jeff” You softly smiled at him.

You walked in to see Harry laying flatback on the couch. You put your bag down and went to the side of the couch to sit

“Hey baby.” You sat

He opened his eyes and stretched his neck up to meet your eyes. He smiled

“Hi beautiful.”

“What can I do?”

“What do you mean?” He pushed himself up and put his hands behind him to stabilize his body.

“I wanna calm your nerves. Make you feel comfortable, what can I do?”

He sat up and moved his legs from your side. He sat regular on the couch with his legs spread. You watched him.

He smirked, “I can think of a couple things.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine- He held your hips as you kicked off your shoes and moved over to straddle him- but only because of the situation.”

“What you’re not putting out for your amazing husband that pleases you like no other.”

Your jaw dropped “This morning you were emotional and now you’re all horny.”

“Do.. you.. have a preference then?”

“I’m not a fan of the latter if I’m being honest” He laughed

“You really make everything better.” He pecked your nose

“That’s my forever job. I think I do it pretty well.” You started to grind on Harry’s hips. His eyes rolled

“You do an amazing job”

He connected his lips to yours. Starting off soft, but soon needy to feel deeper in you. He moved his hands from your hips, which were still rocking, to your head, pulling you closer as he laid back. You stabilized yourself by putting your hands on either side of him on the couch.

He continued kissing your lips before moving onto your cheek and trailed to your chin. He marked his way across your jawline leaving open mouthed kisses. “Harry” you moaned out, breathing heavier than before. He made his way back to your lips then he tugged on your t shirt telling you he wanted it off. You obliged by holding the bottom and stretching your torso to pull the shirt over your head.

Harry loved watching you strip. Your body was far from perfect, having loose skin here and there, and stretch marks, but Harry worshipped you every day that he could.

You tossed your shirt to the side of the room and left yourself in a bra. You smiled at Harry and breathed heavy, nodding at his shirt wanting to see it off of him. He quickly grabbed it off his body also tossing it to the side, then grabbed your body and leaned you to his right. You laid flat on the couch and pulled him by the neck to kiss you again.

The kiss was short because he started trailing down your body. You put your hands in his hair, messing it up and pulling it. He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down, before he attached his lips back to your tummy and kissed down your happy trail to your underwear. He hooked his fingers inside and before he pulled them down-

“Stop” You said looking at him

“What baby? Are you alright?”

“This is about you, not me, let me suck you off or something”

His eyes turned dark before he lowered himself back down to your heat. “Sweetheart, the taste of you will make me feel better than anything in this world.” You felt his breath below you

“It’s all yours” you say letting your head rest back down.

At your words he quickly pulled your panties down and bent your legs over his shoulders. He licked your clit and blew air to tease you of his lips. He put his tongue back to your pussy and licked it high and low. He created a rhythm that coursed through your body. You started to rock your hips against his mouth and he moaned “Fuck y/n, that’s it” He continued to wipe stripes with his tongue on your clit.

“Harr-“ You started to scream but Harry’s hand covered your mouth

He detached his lips from your pussy and moved up to your head. “You little shit? Did you forget your place? You can’t scream here- with his hand still over your mouth he trailed his fingers slowly down your torso, passing goosebumps over your skin. He covered your clit with his hand making you go crazy in need for friction. You grind and push yourself to reach his hand, but instead he moves his hand covering your mouth, to your throat -I know you want everyone to know how much I please you, even that bastard Howard Stern. You have to be quiet baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded your head rapidly “That’s my girl” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, meanwhile he started pumping fingers into your hole. Starting with one, then two, his fingers were coated in your sweetness. He groaned at the feeling of your wetness making you almost reach your high.

He started to unbuckle his pants when a loud knock on the door made you both stop and turn your heads

Jeff, “Hey Harry we are ready for you any moment”

Harry sighed, putting his weight on top of you “Yeah give me a minute I’ll be out” You two exchanged a sad smile. He lifted himself off your body and buckled his belt back up. You sat up and took his hand that he offered to you and stood fully. He grabbed both of your shirts looking at the print on it.

“Vintage Stevie Wonder?” He held your shirt up for you to see

“Yeah” you nodded running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to restrain it and seem a bit presentable. Not like you were about to have sex with your husband at his interview, or anything. You raised your arm to grab the shirt from his hold, but he quickly moved the shirt from your reach.

“I’m gonna wear it”

He gains an eye roll from you. “Shirt stealer now?”

“Not really stealing if it was mine in the first place.” He tugs the shirt over his head, kisses your forehead, and is out the door.

You grabbed the shirt that Harry was supposed to be wearing, a strawberry Gucci shirt. You searched the inside seeing the special tag marking it a custom from Gucci to Harry. You knew he’d be in big trouble when he was on the air without it. You pulled it over your head, and also made your way out of the room to watch Harry from behind the scenes.

~~~

Your journey to the sound booth was longer than you anticipated with employees and interns coming up to you on the short walk, asking for pictures.

You never really liked to admit your “fame” or being a “celebrity”. You thought there were more important things in the world than having money or being famous. You loved to help people and you used your wealth, knowledge, and platform. This is what made you completely catch Harry off guard. You were outspoken and wanted justice for anyone who didn’t have it. Harry loved this about you, how you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, a lot less than many of the women he’s known or come across.

“Hi y/n! I’m a huge fan, do you mind?” The sweet intern showed you her phone alluding to wanting a photo.

“Of course! Always.” You smiled and pulled her in for a side hug for the picture.

You talked with her a bit before excusing yourself to go find Harry. You never minded taking photos with fans because you know how much it means to them, and they are the reason for so much of your incredible life.

You made it to the sound booth and let yourself in. You found a seat next to Jeff and watched inside the studio. Harry Lambert was fixing Harry’s shirt trying to get the wrinkles out quickly, which was plausibly your fault. Howard was speaking into the mic sound checking and also gave a small outline of the plan for todays interview. Harry spotted you and smiled immediately blowing a kiss and a wave. You smiled and patted your cheek showing where the kiss landed. Harry shook his head and patted his lips. Your eyes rolled and you once again patted your face, this time your lips for Harry’s satisfaction.

Harry Lambert caught a glimpse of the small exchange and shook his head, looking back at you through the window. He said his goodbye to Harry and walked into the sound booth to be seated for the interview. He walked behind you and leaned down to your ear

“I suppose you have something to do with the random, extremely wrinkled Stevie Wonder shirt on the back of your husband, who is supposed to be wearing the strawberry shirt that is on your back?”

You smiled shifting your weight in your seat to look up at him. “possibly” you smirked and kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and found his seat to your left, opposite of Jeff on your right.

~~~

The interview started off swiftly with Howard introducing Harry and asking a few questions about the album. Harry performed ‘Boyfriends’ first, then was asked about his new movies coming out in the year. Harry felt comfortable with you there in the next room, feeling your support. Howard was playing it easy which was nice.

Harry played ‘Late Night Talking’ next. You moved around in your chair enjoying the beat and cracked up with Lambert as he mocked you of your dancing a couple of times.

The song finished and Howard asked Harry about the song and when it was written.

“Erm well it’s been quite a while since my last album, and in those three years I’ve been a really really lucky man and I met someone really special. And you know a lot of the album is about her. Well, actually all of it. And so late night talking is about the first few nights me and this lovely lady spent together…… just getting to know each other.”

You blushed.

“I wonder who that lovely lady is” Jeff joked.

You play punched his side and laughed.

~~~

“And we all know who that lady is right Harry?” Howard asked

Harry smiled and nodded thinking of you

“How is y/n doing? How’s married life? Have you tamed her down yet?”

Harry straightened in his seat at his comment. You shifted.

“She’s good. Radiant as ever.”

“Good good. The last time she on my show… was her last. you know that.” He laughed

“Well it was for good reason, was it not?” Harry started to get a little heated. No one would speak about you like this ever. It was his job to protect you. No one speaks about his y/n like that.

“If you call throwing a tantrum a good reason.”

Harry’s blood boiled. Your cheeks turned bright red. The band, Jeff, and Lambert looked around at each other worried of the outcome of this.

“She didn’t throw a tantrum. She responded very well to a stupid remark.”

“I mean, she threw a little fit, did she not. It’s okay to talk about the wife, Harry. But anyways, I’m sure she’s a pretty little thing to have at your disposal.”

Harry lost it.

“No Howard I won’t trash talk my wife. And neither will you. You don’t talk about her. ever. You violated her, just like you violate everyone on your show. And you don’t talk about our private life either. Don’t objectify her. Everyone hates you because you’re just an insecure, little dick man.-“

Jaws dropped. Everyone was wide eyed waiting for the next thing said.

“Now Harry, there’s no need to get angry for y/n-“

“IM NOT ANGRY- Harry yelled at Howard making everyone wince at his shouting. He had veins popping out of his neck and forehead- don’t fucking talk about her…I’m done” He stood up and started out the door

You stood up watching Harry storm out of the room, through the sound room, out the door. A heavy breeze passed you as Harry walked past the three of you, watching in shock. Everyone was shocked at Harry’s outburst, which clearly happened for good cause.

“We will be right back, then” Howard mumbled into the mic

~~~

You ran out the door following Harry, who escaped to the bathroom. You opened the door hearing Harry cursing under his breath. He was in the first stall on his knees. You ran in and saw him being that the door wasn’t closed, throwing up into the toilet.

“Oh sweetheart” Your heart broke seeing him in a disarray. You fell next to him holding his shoulders and curling some loose hair behind his ears. You brushed through his hair with your fingers and rubbed his back. Harry finished throwing up and looked up at you

You grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe the dribble from his mouth. He smiled at you then once more felt his stomach weaken again. He moved back over the toilet and your heart sank. He took a moment and stopped throwing up.

“Okay that’s it… I feel better.” He turned back over to you and held your cheek. You wiped his mouth again and shyly smiled.

“I’m sorry that happened, Harry.”

“Don’t be my love, it wasn’t your fault. He shouldn’t have said that” He held your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips lightly touched his before you remembered that he’d just thrown up and you pushed his head off of you.

“No no no we aren’t gonna do that right now. Let me get you some water. Do you feel alright otherwise?”

“Yeah”

You kissed his temple and stood up. Before you opened the door you were met by a stage assistant.

“Hello Mrs. Styles, do you need anything? Or does Mr. Styles?”

“Yes, could I get a water and maybe some chips for him? Thank you.”

He quickly left and pushed the door open for Jeff to walk in. Harry still sat on the floor, just pondering what had gone down.

“Is everything okay?” Jeff asked

“He’s poorly. Why?”

“He still has to do the interview….” He whispered

“I’m not an invalid you can talk to me Jeffery.” Harry spoke up making you and Jeff turn around.

“I for one don’t think it’s a good idea at all for him to go back out there.” You crossed your arms

“Wife knows best.” Harry thumbed to you

“….I can get you out of this one.. but I don’t know what else will happen. Go home, get well”

“Thank you Jeff” Harry said hitting his shoulder and opening the door “I’m going to grab my stuff.”

“Ok.- you turned back to Jeff- Thank you Jeff…. I mean it.”

“I have to look out for my friend first right?”

You smiled and was about to respond when the stage assistant came back with a water and chips.

“Oh! Thank you so much” The kid nodded and left the bathroom

“Okay, I’m gonna go find Harry and get him home. Thank you again Jeff.” You hugged Jeff tightly in appreciation and went to find Harry.

~~~

The drive home was silent. You drove while Harry looked out the window, until he spoke up…

“He didn’t have to talk about you like that” He quietly spoke “No one ever talks about you like that.”

“Thank you for standing up for me, H”

“I will always stand up for you. Never going on that shit show again”

“You don’t have to. You stand up for me, I stand up for you. I promise you never have to go there again.” Harry grabbed your hand and massaged it with his thumb.

~~~

“Do you want your shirt back?” Harry asked straight away walking in the house and stripping his clothes off

“I thought you claimed it back as your shirt?”

“I did but I like you in my clothes.”

You ran up the stairs to your bedroom with Harry hot on your tracks behind you.

You took off your shirt and pants to change into something cozier. On days where Harry either had a long day or something he didn’t like happen, with fans or paps, he liked to lay low and hold you close.

You felt a body behind you pull you into him. Harry held your waist into him and wrapped his arms around your front.

“Should we pick up where we left off?” He kissed your neck

“Do you really want to? I’m okay with not. I know you’ve just taken in a lot”

“But it’s your turn to take in a lot now”

Harry turned you around in a single motion and began to unhook your bra. It fell to your feet and Harry bent to his knees. He pulled down your panties and began kissing your thighs. He kissed your inner thigh and moved to kiss your pussy. He groaned at the feeling of you on his lips. You pulled his short hair and massaged around his head. He kissed your heat one more time then he hooked his arms around your legs, he picked you up and walked a couple feet to the bed and put you down. “Harry!” You screamed as he picked you up. You giggled as he put you down on the bed and crawled on top of you.

He kissed your lips first. Passionately, feeling your tongue meet his. Sparks flew like the first time you kissed, still now. You were head over heels for each other, no matter how many times you’ve kissed or felt each other’s body, it always feels like home. Never gets old.

Harry moved from your lips to your cheeks down to your jaw. He shifted his right knee to be in between your legs. As he kissed your neck, he rubbed his knee on your clit as you spread your legs farther needing more friction from him. “fuck Harry” You whispered trying to get his knee closer to you. Harry quit kissing your neck and got off the bed to removed his pants

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotten your sweetness on my pants. Are you that needy for me.”

“Harry stop it just come back.” Harry listened and got back on the bed but he flipped you over and sat himself in the middle.

“Take off my boxers” You listened and obeyed him just like he had for you. You slid off his skin tight boxers, springing free his hard cock. He took a deep breath at the release.

You straddled his legs and traced around his cock with your nails. He went crazy. He needed to feel your hands on him. He sucked in breaths waiting for your sweet touch.

“Darling please don’t do this to me” he mumbled.

You took his dick into your hand and stroked it up and down. Harry started to roll his hips around to help you. He grabbed your left boob in one hand and played with your tit. Your breath hitched feeling aroused by him. You need friction but you also needed to be wet. You bent over and took his cock into your mouth. You sucked him in and out letting him invade your mouth. He moaned and stopped what he was doing with your breast and moved to the back of your head. He didn’t push your farther on to him, but massaged your scalp to make you feel more comfortable as you took him in. “Babe I’m close” he said

“Do I wreck you that much, Styles?” You licked up his dick making him a mess and pumped his dick the rest. You lowered your face to his head and continued pumping until he came. His sweetness shot up to your cheek and you moved so the rest would land in your mouth. You gained his cum and crawled up his body and his face. You spit his own cum into his mouth and gave him an open mouthed kiss.

You retreated from his lips and grabbed his dick. You sat up on your knees and took in his whole cock slowly as you sat. “fuck babe i love you”

Your size adjusted to him and you moved to your feet. You lifted up and down on him. Up on his cock. Down on his cock. You repeated the motion as you held onto his torso, tracing his butterfly. You went faster pulling up and peeling off his cock only to retrace and push back down. He filled you up completely, your bodies moldy together perfectly.

“fuck doll face, you feel perfect.”

You started to get tired on his cock and slowed down your pace. Harry noticed. He sat up with you still in him, held your back, and turned you to lay down on the bed.

“My turn” He said as you panted on the bed

He held your hips and he switched the position and got himself comfortable. He began thrusting into you, pleasuring you without you having to work. “god harry” you panted out as you held his shoulders. He moved your legs to sit on his shoulders so he could thrust farther into you. He deeply breathe and moaned continuing to push as far into you as he could. Pull out. Push back in. He touched your sweet spot and you screamed out his name “Harry” You yelled. He smiled to himself not only feeling the pleasure he brought to you but also hearing it. Your tits bounced up and down, a sexual sight Harry loved to watch

“I’m almost there baby, a little more” You whimpered out, loving the feeling of him

He leaned down to your lips to kiss you. “I,, love,, you” He said in between kisses. He rested his forehead on yours. “You’re all mine,,,, You’re all mine” You yelled his name. “I will always stick up for you,,,, I will always be there for you” You were so close “I will always love you,,,,, I will always love you… fuck”

You came undone under his words. Your orgasm curled through your body making your pussy shake and your eyes roll. Harry felt you squeezing him, ,making him cum after you. You came first. Always.

“In or out?”

“In” you managed to breathe out

He pushed himself further in you and came inside you. His warm cum filled you as he pulled out under you. Some of his release spilled out of you. He held himself over your body as you both breathed out regaining yourselves.

~~~

Harry was the first to stand up and go to the bathroom for a rag to clean you up. While he got the towel and you joined him in the bathroom to take a quick piss. You finished and washed your hands, then joined him back on the bed.

“Here baby.” Harry spread your legs again to clean you up. You watched him carefully stroke the warm towel around your pussy to clean up what he left.

“Say it again”

“Say what, my love? …..That I love you?”

“Yes”

“I love you y/n. I love you so much” - he threw the towel on the ground and laid next to you- “I will always stand up for you” - he played with your hair- “I will always stick up for you,,,, You will always be mine.. I will always be yours”- He kissed your forehead- “and most importantly I will always love you, forever and ever, like I promised.”

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the air around me was freezing. no matter how much i pulled the covers over me; the cold continued to bite at my skin. when it was obvious i wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep, i pushed them off entirely. it was then i realized i was completely naked; my socks were the only article of clothing eren hadn't ripped off. covering myself with the sheets again, i looked around the room, but no one was in here.

the night before slowly started pooling back into recollection. jesus, what the fuck came over me? my feet hung over the edge of the bed, i rubbed my palm on my forehead in disturbance of my own actions. this is why you actually think things over, i ridiculed myself. and now eren was nowhere to be found. fuck. me.

i wasn’t mad over what happened between us, though. i couldn’t explain it but eren’s hands felt like they were made to be on my body. but i knew his mood had a tendency to change in the blink of an eye, and i dreaded what might be on the other side of that door. heaving a sigh, i wrapped the sheet around me, seeing no other clothes.

when i entered his living room, there was no scent of bacon in the air like the last time i had slept through the night. instead the air was bland, cold even. eren stood in the living room, leaning on the back of the couch. something was playing on the tv, but i couldn’t figure out what it was. he didn’t so much as spare me a glance.

i stood awkwardly in the hallway, unsure of what to do. greeting him just didn’t feel right; especially knowing he could sense my presence, but chose not to acknowledge it. his head lightly tiled my way, but his eyes stayed on the tv, “you should go,” his tone was cold, but not harsh. like he really couldn’t care less. my eyes stung; but i pushed the urge to cry deep down. “yeah.. where are my clothes,” i asked, “you know the ones you ripped and stretched just to get off me,” trying to match the coldness in his voice to mask the hurt in my chest.

he snipped a sigh through his nose before walking over to the dining room table to grab the folded stack of my clothes. handing them to me, he finally met my gaze. there was nothing in his eyes besides the color, but the bags were completely gone. they must be a sign he fed, then?

as soon as i took them, he turned his attention to the tv. i saw no issue with dropping the sheet and getting changed in the same spot, so that’s what i did. i frowned when he didn’t even twitch his eye in my direction, but i quickly made my leave after.

i wish i could say i was surprised, but i knew before coming here that it probably wasn’t a good idea. he could’ve rejected me at the door, but now at least my suspicions were confirmed. everything else was just a cherry on top. i didn’t come for it. at least, that's what i tried to convince myself.

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the first shower i took turned the water red. the cut was fully healed now; but my skin was stained with blood. it was just another reminder i didn’t need. at least there won’t be a scar. soon after, i got ready for british literature; i couldn't say i was siked about seeing eren twice today. the looming midterm ensured i didn’t skip out.

our apartment wasn’t far from campus; it was easy enough to walk. and that’s what i did, in hopes of clearing my mind with the fresh air. it was cloudy, per usual, but there was no rain today. still, the moisture hung in the air making it sticky and dark. checking the time on my phone, i would be late if i didn’t hurry. tilting my head back in front of me; i ran into the person in front of me.

“sorry! i was distracted,” i awkwardly chuckled, making an attempt to continue on my path. “actually,” he called after me, trying to get me to stop. ugh! turning to face him again, he was tall and the air around him was intimidating. “do you know where ragako hall is?” the man asked with my attention turned to him.

i took his face in: his glasses were strange and outdated; he had a beard that he probably never kept tidy. mentally, i cringed at the thought. he seemed to continue to take steps closer to me; i kept backing up to create space. “it’s just on the northside, right to your left,” i roughly pointed in the direction before turning away again. there was something in my gut that didn’t want to be in his presence any longer.

“thanks!” he spoke in my direction, but i didn’t turn back this time. right outside of my literature class, i saw jean’s mullet. jumping up, i smacked the top of his head, “hey jean-boy,” i taunted, smiling at the sight of his distraught face as i messed up his hair.

he attempted to smooth the hairs back into place, “you suck. seriously,” he rolled his eyes. jean reached his hands out, ruffling mine as well. “i’m surprised, you actually look presentable today,” he snickered; i scrunched my face as a response. “you suck!” i put emphasis on ‘you,’ “i didn’t know you had a class today,” i continued, walking backward to the remaining distance to my class.

“eh, not really. just going to the studio,” it explained the stained clothes he was wearing. “ah, have fun dork!” i didn’t wait for a response before entering class. i scoped the room quickly, but neither eren or ackerman were even here yet. sitting down, i pulled the oversized book out to cram a study session for the test. i was totally fucked.

the chair was pulled out next to me; i didn’t look over, trying to focus on the material i neglected to study for the past few days. even if i didn’t need to study, i wouldn’t look over. i don’t think i could handle seeing him after this morning. as much as i told myself i didn’t care, my head still throbbed over it. his presence leaned in closer to me; but i pushed him out, continuing to re-read the book. “who’ve you been around today,” he suddenly demanded, his tone almost frantic.

i kept my head still, only moving my eyes to glare at him, “i’m studying,” i huffed. why’d he care anyway? eren slid the book to his side of the table, closing it. “who,” his voice was low, as to not to draw attention in the quiet room. but his tone was icy cold; it unsettled my stomach.

he must be jealous of jean, maybe he saw us in the hallway. “wouldn’t you like to know,” it was impossible to keep the smirk off my face. turning to face him, his features were controlled but he couldn’t hide the burning behind his eyes. he didn’t have to ask again, “god, just jean,” i gave into his odd question.

ackerman strolled through the door and immediately began an overview of the test. i pulled my focus to him; but i knew eren’s eyes didn’t leave me. the intensity of his stare made it hard to focus on class.

i stayed an extra half hour; trying to finish the test i knew i would fail anyway. eren finished a while ago; his pencil stopped moving just forty minutes into class time. but his test remained on his desk, pretending to scribble every once in a while. “you need to finish up,” ackerman directed to us, “i have another class coming in,” he scoffed out.

“sorry professor, i just have one more question,” i started moving my pencil even faster, desperate to finish. eren got up, finally handing his test in. he made a quick exit, why stay in the first place? i was done a few minutes later; but i knew the answer wasn’t even close to being right.

i huffed a giant sigh as i opened the door, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to ease the headache the test gave me. eren was outside of the door, leaning on the wall. i continued walking by him; my pace didn’t even stutter. still feeling his presence, i turned my head, noticing he was following just a few paces behind me. i stopped then, and he did too.

“what? now you’re following me around,” he stayed silent, not even bothering to look in my eyes. “do i need to remind you that you kicked me out this morning?” his features stayed the same, but i could’ve sworn i saw guilt flash in his eyes. i was getting sick of his hot and cold bullshit. “so annoying,” i muttered, continuing the walk back to my apartment.

i was now regretting my decision to walk. if i had taken my car; he wouldn’t be able to follow me all the way. probably. he kept at a close distance; almost like a bodyguard. he didn’t interact with me, or come within a range our shoulders would touch.

i tried to ignore his presence, focusing on the area around me. it was then that i saw a familiar towering boy, “bert!” i yelled, pivoting directions to walk to him. he looked me in the eyes, before diverting them and walking in the opposite direction. at the sight of me; he looked shocked, almost scared. “hey! reiner’s been looking for you,” i called after him, but to no avail. he was marching away quickly with his long legs. what the fuck?

sure, bertholdt was shy, but i’ve never seen him act like that. i frowned before laughing behind me caused me to turn. eren was concealing his face with his mouth; but i could tell he was smiling. “what the fuck is so funny?” i asked him. he pulled the skin on his cheeks down, trying to wipe the smile away. his chucking was lower now, “don’t worry about it.” he was nonchalant, and his response lacked the humor he had shown just a second ago.

he continued in the direction of my apartment, knowing i would follow. “what did you do?” my voice wasn’t confident. it was just a coincidence they were both missing last week, right? his pace didn’t slow, “eren,” i called again, my voice more of a warning.

he turned his head in my direction slightly, “very presumptuous.” i scoffed, grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards me, “what is your problem with him?” my voice wavered in frustration. how is it that i never know what’s going on? i was getting so sick of the constant string of unanswered questions at my disposal.

“what’s your problem with him?” he was blunt in turning my questions back onto me. shaking my hand off, he returned to his pace. i once again followed in his footsteps, “i don’t have one!” i almost yelled out.

the laughing returned, but this time it was eerie. like laughing was just an instinct for him; it had nothing to do with humor. “then why did he follow you around everywhere?” his question taunted me. i stopped in my tracks; confusion written all over my face. eren’s revelation wasn’t what i was expecting, and it just spun my head around faster.

he stopped walking, but continued talking, “why did he break into your dorm?,” he posed another question in my silence, throwing me over the edge. how could eren know that? “what are you talking about?” it was a hard pill to swallow. innately, i trusted eren, but this was bertholdt we were talking about. what reason would he have for stalking me? for breaking into my dorm and stealing a stuffed bear?

eren shrugged; refusing to put any real traction behind his words, “you should ask him. but i doubt he’ll even look you in the eye now.” the coincidence of their disappearances probably wasn’t just that. i tried to push everything out of my brain; i couldn’t face it right now. my mind was crowded enough with unanswered questions.

i sped my pace up when we approached the hallway to my apartment; but trying to leave eren in my dust was futile. jamming the key into the lock, the door opened. i slid my way through the small opening i made, pushing on it harshly after; trying to block eren out. his hand had a solid grip on the door, and i could never come close to his strength, and he pushed his way through like i had in his own apartment.

i couldn’t explain why he was so intent on following me here; but being around him wasn’t comforting in this moment. it just reminded me of last night; and how quickly the image was ruined by the boundary he set this morning. “you’re fucking kidding,” i sighed out, but my voice raised quickly, “you actually can’t be serious, eren! what the f-” i was quickly cut off.

“hey, guys..” sasha awkwardly made her presence known. turning my head, i stared at her with wide eyes. eren chucked, like he already knew she was there. “fucking ass,” i muttered, rolling my eyes. i walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a monster from the fridge, “hey sash,” the click of the can opening cut through the tension in the air.

“so eren, what are you doing in my apartment!” sasha sounded excited, but she shot me a glance with furrowed brows.

“your last apartment got broken into, figured you’re in need of a body guard,” he threw the invasion in our faces, like it was somehow our fault. i rolled my eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. sasha slapped her own cheeks with her hands, “aw!” she walked to eren, grabbing his wrist, “so sweet of you ere-bear, you can sit tight in the security headquarters.”

my laugh came bubbling out as she practically threw eren into her room; the door opening revealed connie playing fortnite. nothing new there. sasha closed the door behind him; leaving him to connie. “what an ass!” she exclaimed, pulling on her hair.

she made a move to grab her keys on the hook by the front door. “taco bell and beach,” she proclaimed without a question, an ear-to-ear smile appeared on her face.

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grabbing the blankets in the back seats of sasha’s car, i spread them out into the truck bed. we were lucky the beach was only a twenty minute drive from campus. this became a ritual for sasha and me freshman year. i hadn’t even hauled myself into the back yet and sasha was already biting into her cinnamon delights, “holy fuck i love these,” she giggled, kicking her feet. her and connie really are twins.

“i know you do,” i chastised her, stealing one from her. she glared at me; which was crazy considering we got a pack of 50. sipping my baja blast, she interrupted me, “you gonna tell me why eren basically broke into our apartment now?” she tried to wiggle information out of me.

groaning dramatically, i tilted my head to the sky. “don’t remind me, sash,” i took a long gulp from my drink. she gave me a look, “really, i don’t know.”

“he practically kicked me out of his apartment this morning, and then in class he was all up on me like, ‘who were you with.’ it was fucking ominous,” i laughed, trying to make light of the situation to make myself feel better about it.

“that’s so weird.. wait why were you at his apartment? is that why you didn’t come home last night!?” i shook my head; damn. sasha was never gonna let this go, “did you guys fuck?” she wiggled her brows, poking me repeatedly with her finger. “no!” i exclaimed too quickly.

i gave her another sigh to let her know she was pissing me off, “ he just.. gave me really good head. 7/10,” i was careful to leave out any parts about how we got to that point. sasha’s mouth dropped in surprise before she broke out in giggles, “come on! just a seven, i know you’re lying,” i definitely was. “i’m always right i knew something was going on,”

“actually, you didn’t. you just hoped. and nothing’s going on. i think the only reason he’s following me around now is because he’s jealous,” i thought back to why; i knew that couldn’t really be the case. he’s never even been jealous of jean before. eren was concerned about who i had been around. his senses were better than mine. if he was concerned, maybe i should be too.

reflecting on my morning, the only irregularity was the blonde man; but he was just a student. eren must’ve just sensed something that hit me with a gust of wind right before class. maybe it was bertholdt; he was on campus.. “that is weird,” sasha remarked, seeming deep in thought, “eren’s always kinda been like that. before he left, at least.” she stared out at the ocean now; watching the waves collide with each other.

“just kind of protective of all of us. putting your sexual escapades aside, he probably considers you to be in the group now,” she suggested, but it wasn’t a comfort. “yeah, i guess you’re right,” it was another thing i could think about when i couldn’t sleep.

“also,” sasha’s voice dragged, “mikasa and i macked at the lake,” she said, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. “holy shit!” i laughed at her, poking her with my finger now. i gave a belly laugh, “you kissed mika?!” my tone asked for confirmation.

sasha slit two of her fingers, peering through them, “it was just a little one, and we haven’t talked since so don’t get excited.” i pulled her hands away from her face, “don’t trip over it, you guys don’t even have any classes together,” i reassured her.

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returning to the apartment, eren laid on our couch, seemingly asleep. “no way,” i muttered in shock, looking at sasha who was fighting back a laugh, “you have fun with that,” she walked over to her own room. with the sound of the door closing echoing to the living room, eren got up. he stood awkwardly, neither of us sure of what to do.

sasha and i had stayed on the edge of the beach for hours; it was well past sunset now. sleep was the only thing i wanted, and eren’s presence was in the way of that. “you should leave,” i pulled his line, “unless you wanna tell me why you’re the new stalker.” i walked back to the front door, holding it open as a sign i was serious.

he shook his head, scoffing, “y/n,” his voice warned me, but he made no move to leave. i was careful to keep my voice low; aware that sasha wasn’t far. “there’s enough i don’t ask you because you act like a toddler,” he furrowed his brows, visibly getting angrier, “if you really believe ‘someones out to get me,’ then tell me. otherwise you can leave because it can’t be that important.”

he shifted the balance on his feet; debating. “you’re aggravating,” he spat at me, but i smirked, knowing he would throw me a bone. “i smelled my brother on you. it was faint, but still. you can’t just leave with sasha for hours; it’s dangerous”

“your brother? he’s dangerous?” i knew he wouldn’t answer any more questions, but i was surprised. his brother? i didn’t want to think about bertholdt, but part of me hoped he caught wind of him on me.. but now i had yet another person to worry about? there was still so much i didn’t understand; i wondered if i ever would.

eren didn’t respond to me; and he didn’t make a move toward the door. “i can go wherever i want with whoever; if your shit is bleeding into my life, that’s your mess to clean up.” i was too harsh in my answer, i knew that. the stress was eating away at me; why was eren worried about his own brother? was he like eren too? the thought caused my heart to skip a beat.

he groaned slightly, “blonde guy with stupid glasses. stay away from him.” oh shit. eren must’ve seen the surprise on my face. “that was your brother? you look no-”

he quickly cut me off, “you saw him? did he do anything to you?” eren was in front of me in an instant, turning my head and examining my arms. i pulled away from his cold grip. “no,” putting more distance between us, i walked backward to the kitchen. his hands roaming over me reminded me of last night. it was too much to deal with at the moment.

“he just asked where ragako hall was.” his jaw tightened in anger, but it wasn’t towards me. “i’m staying here tonight,” he stated; to him it was fact, informing me was just a courtesy. “no you’re not! fucking dick, get out!”

“its non-negotiable. either i stay here, or you sleep at my place.” there was no emotion in his voice; like he was just going through the motions. sure, he had followed me around all day but he was detached; like it was entirely precautionary. “like i did last night?” venom laced my voice. i strode over to my own room, slamming the door behind me. me and my bad attachment habits.

i was reminded of sasha’s words as i buried my face in the pillows laying on my bed. she was right; eren was just protective of me because i was in their group. he must’ve been doing all this to prevent feeling guilty if something happened to me because of his family- or whoever the fuck his ‘brother’ was. my chest felt empty at the thought.

in my mind, it confirmed that eren didn’t reciprocate the feelings i couldn’t push down anymore. i’m sure somewhere along the lines, bloodlust and actual lust just get tied together. it’s been the reasoning behind both times we got wrapped up in each other. i knew the best i could do was get over him; but i couldn’t do that with him constantly trailing me.

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a/n: i am a proud mikasasha shipper 😋 i don’t really fw this chapter but next is going to be more hefty !!

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linzuha · 2 years

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SWEETNESS

ꨄft ➟ S.GOJO ➟ T.ZENIN ➟ K.NANAMI + FEM READER

ꨄ warning 18+ foursome , praise, degrading , oral sex, anal sex, choking, breeding, spanking, & recording

a/n: hi hi good afternoon but uh I’ll probably post twice today or something but happy sunday also I forgot to say, sorry if my english is bad it’s not my first language..

‘how did I manage to get in this situation’ you thought

You looked around you and saw three handsome men with their cocks out.

"You better be ready princess," a white haired man said.

"I'll leave you trembling baby," a black haired male said.

"I'm sorry...I can't hold back. Spread those legs," a blonde male said.

Your clit is throbbing hard and your pussy is so wet that it's practically leaking. You lied down on a bed while three men were hovering you, licking you and sucking you all over.

How did this even happen....

Let's start from the beginning shall we?

Saturday, 10:55pm

You and your girls were getting ready to go out to this new club that just opened. You, Mikayla, and Leah were dressing and putting on makeup. You all had a long week so you guys decided that you should reward yourselves for the shit you had to put up with during the week.

"Y'all guess what my boss did today..." Leah said.

"Some fuck shit I assume," Mikayla said while baking her face.

"What did she do?" You asked.

"She just texting me right now and asked me to work overtime...which no extra pay."

"Did she accidentally leave out the sike or..." Mikayla said looking over to her.

"Girl I know she did not just ask you to work more for no extra pay," you said while picking out a outfit.

"She done lost her goddamn mind that's all I know. Anyways I'm gonna to text her back...she needs to fuck off respectfully."

You looked through the closet full of clothes not sure what you want to wear.

Leah looked over to you, "You stuck?"

"Yeah. I'm just not feeling none of them."

Leah walked over to the closet and look around. She picked out a couple dresses and showed them to me. "How about these?"

You looked at the picks. There was this one dress that caught your eye. A black, tight minidress with thin straps and a v line that would make your chest exposed. You picked it out, "this one's good I guess."

You, Mikayla, and Leah were all dressed and ready to head out. You got into a Uber and the Uber driver took you guys to the club

Once you got there, you payed the Uber driver. "Thank you sir. Will you be coming back later?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Alright." You caught up with your friends and walked up to the line.

"Holy shit...there's so many people!" Leah said while looking around.

"Maybe I'll take a guy who tonight," Mikayla said.

You, Mikayla, and Leah were waiting patiently in line for a while now. Some people started complaining on why it was taking too long to get in. You were starting to get annoyed with these people. You and your friends looked at each other indicating that your thinking what they're thinking. Suddenly, a black limo came out of nowhere and parked in front of the club.

Everyone grew silent. Some people in a black suit came to open the doors for them.

Three handsome, tall men came out the car wearing expensive looking clothes. You and your friends gasped as they were walking out. In fact, everyone was star shook.

The men in suits were walking them to the front of the line. As they walked past you, you caught one of the three men's gaze, a white haired man in black shades.

Your heart skipped a beat. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your legs getting weak. Your heart started pounding out of your chest as the other two men stared at you as well.

What's happening right now? All this from a stare.... you thought.

One of them smirked at you and looked away. Once they all looked away, your tensed up body relaxed and you sighed. You looked around and saw people stare at you. Your friends were looking at you too.

"Y/N, they were totally staring at you! Do you know them?" Mikayla whispered.

"Ah...w-well I-"

Leah interrupted, "They're so fucking hot holy shit! You should fuck them!"

You gasped, "L-Leah!"

"I mean she's not wrong," Mikayla said. "You caught their attention. Hell, they were probably undressing you in their minds."

Both Leah and Mikayla looked at you grinning. You sighed and said, "There was something that just happened. I don't know why but when they were staring at me, my legs started to get weak. And my heart was pounding too. I'm pretty sure it was starting to get hot, all that heat went to my pussy.…..I won't even lie, they're extremely attractive."

Leah and Mikayla gave you that look. "Go get laid tonight baby," Leah said.

Suddenly a man in a black suit walked up to you and your friends in line.

The guy pointed at you, "What's your name?"

You looked at him confused. Why does he need to know my name?

"I'm Y/N sir..."

"Miss Y/N, boss has requested to see you."

Boss? You and your friends thought.

"Come here. And take your friends with you."

You all got out of line and looked at each other confused.

People saw you guys walking in front of the line and they started getting mad. "Hey! That's not fair!" Some random person yelled. But, you all ignored it.

You got into the club and looked around. The place was huge and full of lights. The speakers were blasting music through the whole club. You saw that there were different floors and there were different bars.

The guy led you to the elevator where the VIP area was at.

"You two can stay in the club. Boss only requested y/n

Leah and Mikayla looked at each other and looked back at him. "Who is this 'boss' you're talking about anyway?" Mikayla asked.

"The ones you saw walking in earlier."

Mikayla and Leah looked at each other and smirked, knowing who the guy was talking about.

"Alright girly have fun, call us if you need anything." And they walked off.

You sighed, trying to calm your nerves. Those men from earlier, you could barely even breathe around them. How will you survive this?

You got to the floor they were on and the elevator opened. The guy in the suit led you to a room. He knocked on the door, "It's the lady you all requested."

You heard a voice call out, "Come in."

You walked into the room. There was expensive looking champagne, a chocolate fountain, fruits, a balcony, and three men sitting on some couches. You heard the door close behind you. You looked and saw that the man in a suit was gone. You slowly looked around and saw those three men staring you down.

Ah...here it is again.

Your legs growing weak and your heart started beating out of those chest just from them staring at you. You got a better look of them all. A man with white and gorgeous blue eyes, and big, able-bodied man with black hair, and a blonde guy with glasses and a extremely sharp jawline.

You inhaled and exhaled, trying to get a hold of yourself. You finally spoke up. "So um...why'd you call me here?"

"Satoru...Toji...you called her up here. What now?" The blonde guy said.

The white haired guy chuckled, "Haha you're right! Hey Nanami..."

Nanami? You thought.

Nanami sighed, "what."

"Look at her. Ain't she pretty?"

Nanami rolled his eyes at him. You stood there not knowing what's going on. Finally, the black haired guy spoke up. "Oh for fucks sake..." he sighed. "Come here," he pat on his lap. "Come sit."

You gasped and said, "aren't there any other seats???" You said.

"No, there aren't any. Don't misbehave, you and your friends would've been waiting in line way longer to get in if it wasn't for us..." he said. "Get your ass over here."

You flinched at his words. But he was right. Might as well see what they want...you thought.

You walked over to him. You quickly pulled your dress down a little, exposing a bit more of your cleavage and sat down.

"So, what's your name?" The white haired guy said.

"Y/N..."

"Mmm Y/N...you have such a pretty name."

You blushed, "...thanks."

The men awed at you, "Nanami look at her...fucking precious isn't she?" The black haired male said.

"I guess she is," he say smiling while looking at you.

"Wait," you said. "I don't even know why I'm here. You all called me here but left my friends out...and I don't even know your names. What do you want with me?"

You looked at the men as they looked at themselves, maybe communicating somehow.

"How rude of them," Nanami said. "Let me introduce them..."

He pointed at the black haired guy, "that's Toji." He pointed at the white haired guy, "that's Gojo."

"Now why did we bring you here you asked..." Gojo said. "Well...how do I say this politely..."

You raised your eyebrow thinking that he was going to say something bad.

Toji interrupted him, "To put it frankly, you caught ours eyes. You're hot as hell. Sexy even."

You gasped. All the men chuckled lightly at your reaction.

Gojo walked over to you and went on his knees. His light, carefree look on his face changed and his voice became deep and seductive. He looked up at you, "You probably have no idea how sexy your are..." he said caressing your thigh. At this point, you felt the heat in your pussy grow tremendously. Your panties became soaked and uncomfortable. You even began dripping down your thighs. You were already weak to your knees just by these men staring at you. Now, these men are caressing your body with their big, warm hands. Your unconsciously squeezed your thighs together.

"Y'know...I've never been so hard just from looking at a woman. Fucking Christ... do you see the bulge in my pants princess?"

You looked down and gasped. A huge bulge was in his pants. You looked at the other men too. You saw bulges in their pants too.

Nanami spoke up, "why don't we take this too bed?"

‘bed?’

Toji picked you up and placed you on the bed. You gasped and looked at him. "W-wait! What are you gonna do?"

The men smirked at me.

"I think you already know babydoll," Nanami said while undoing his tie.

"W-wait..." before you could protest, Gojo grabbed your legs gently and started placing kisses all over you thighs. The other two men started stripping and unzipping their pants to relieve the pressure in their trousers.

Gojo held onto your thighs while licking, sucking, and biting your flesh which was leaving dark marks all over your skin.

"Good grief..." Nanami sighed. He took your chin and started licking your lips, asking for an entrance. You opened your mouth and he started sucking your tongue. He licked around it and played with it. You were moaning and panting from everything going on right now. Before you knew it you two were making out.

Toji went to your ear and nibble on it while squeezing your breast. You let out a whimper as he squeezed your nipple with his fingers. Toji whispered in your ear, "you're so goddamn cute babygirl. Squirming and moaning under us, can we take off your clothes baby?"

Nanami pulled away from the kiss. giving you a chance to respond. you bit your lip and nodded. “but only if you guys strip too..” you said almost out of breath

The men gave you a animalistic look, like starving dogs in heat.

Gojo took off all his clothes until he was fully naked. You soaked in the sight of his thick, veiny, hard cock and his abs. Toji and Nanami did they same thing. The inside of your thighs were wet and sticky from your liquids dripping down from your hot pussy because of seeing these men naked. Fuck....they're so hot...and huge...my pussy can't take it...you thought.

Toji went over to you and started taking off your little dress. He did his best to hold back from ripping your dress off and fucking you carelessly. He unzipped your dress and pulled it down, along with your panties. The men awed at the sight of your bare naked body.

You shyly covered your breast and crossed your legs. You looked up at him and blushed, "Toji..."

They all grit their teeth and went onto the bed. "You little fucking seductress," Gojo growled. "Just what are we gonna do with you..."

Nanami put his cock in front of your face. "Suck it," he demanded.

You looked at his cock for a second. It was dripping pre and was extremely hard. You starting licking his cock, around his slip and down it his shaft. Gojo then spread your legs open and started sucking your clit. You cried out and threw your head back, but Nanami catches it. "Don't get distracted now."

You looked up at him and put the tip in yourmouth. You opened your mouth as wide as it couldto fit in his girth, which made your jaw start to hurt.You inserted his cock and started bobbing your

head up and down. You looked over to your left and

saw that Toji was staring at you while stroking his cock. "Focus beautiful. Don't get distracted by him...suck his dick," he said.

"Y/N you have such a pretty pussy..." Gojo moaned."Shit.I can't wait to be balls deep in this

disobedient cunt." You groaned as Gojo inserted two fingers up your

pussy. He curled his fingers and your hips jolted.You moaned on Nanami's dick, sending vibrations

to it. Nanami moaned and threw his heads back.He grabbed your head and shoved his whole length

down your throat. Your eyes widened and you almost chocked on his dick. "Fuck baby.…you're so good………I'm so close...shit. " he moans out.You abused yourself on his cock. Tears were falling

down your eyes and your nose was runny. Droolwas tricking out of your mouth and down onto your chin.You looked up at Nanami.

"Mmmffmmm~

Nanami's cock twitched and he grit his teeth. "I'm gonna come sweetheart. Swallow for me.”

You felt his dick twitch like crazy in your throat. He bucked his hips and spilled his hot semen down your throat. You obeyed and swallowed every last

Nanamis cock twitched and he grit his teeth. Im gonna come sweetheart. Swallow for me.... You felt his dick twitch like crazy in your throat. He bucked his hips and spilled his hot semen down your throat. You obeyed and swallowed every last bit of it. “fuck...holy shit...”

panting and moaning as Gojo was hungrily sucking your clit while fingering your pussy. He swished his tongue around your clit with inhuman speed. Your squirmed and moved around your hips as you were about to cum. You walls clamped down on Gojo's fingers as you were about to cum. "ah ah ah...you can't cum so soon princess."

He stopped fingering you. You whined and looked down at him. "f-fuck...please let me cum! Oh god......I'll do anything....just please!"

"Can you take two cocks at the same time?" Nanami asked.

"f-fuck I'll do anything! Please..." you exclaimed.

Nanami and Gojo satin front of each other with their cocks out. They motioned you to come there and you quickly picked up your trembling legs and crawled over to them. Without hesitation, they stuffed their big veiny cocks into you.

"Fuck....your so wet baby~" Gojo groaned. "It's like dipping my dick into thick, warm honey~" his voice started shaking.

"Just fuck her already..." Nanami groaned while starting to thrust his cock in and out of your ass. Your walls wrapped around their dicks as they were fucking you so sweetly. Toji knelt down on the bed and fapped to your face. "Sweet fucking Christ you're so sexy..." he moaned.

Gojo and Nanami drilled their cocks into your ass and fucked you like rabid animals. Each thrust makes his cockhead kiss your cervix so beautifully. They threw their heads back and groaned as they felt your hot, pulsating walls twitch and clamp on their cocks without mercy.

You cried out as you were getting your long awaited orgasm. Your eyes rolled back so hard that you thought you were seeing stars for a few seconds. Your back was arched and your lips were separated. All you could think right now is, "coming...coming...COMING~"

"Then fucking cum....oh fuck...that's right princess milk these cocks," Gojo said.

Nanami groaned and spanked your ass, "you filthy whore...you're gonna put that spoiled, misbehaving cunt to use and milk is fucking dry. Cum so we can cream your pretty little pussy right after ..!"

Your walls clamped mercilessly on their cocks and your squirted all over them and their cocks. You get on squirting and squirting until you stopped and started spasming. Nanami took his dick out of you and Toji went on his place and inserted his dick in your ass. "That's right babygirl...I didn't get to cum yet. Milk our cocks dry..." he said.

Both Toji and Gojo continued fucking you. You made little ah, ah, ah sounds with every thrust, having dry orgasm after dry orgasm and still squirting a little bit.

Gojo and Toji held you so that you wouldn't fall over or loose balance. "That's our good girl...take it all~" Gojo cooed.

Theirs dicks twitched inside of your holes. Toji held you by the throat as he drilled you even fasted on his cock. "FUCK! I'm coming~"

"Me too~" Gojo groaned.

They both bucked their hips and spilled how semen deep inside of you. Strings of cum kept shooting out of their cocks and into you as you were milking them for all the cum it's worth with your pussy and asshole.

both of the men pulled out, you suddenly got a phone call

"Don't worry, I'll get it," Nanami said.

He picked up and put it on speaker, "yes?"

"hiiiiiiieeeeeee hehe,"

Shit...is that Mikayla????

You attempted to get up, but you fell due to your trembling, weak legs. The men chuckled at you. Nanami handed you your phone. "Hello??? Mikayla are you okay???"

"d-did you... *hic*....fuck those guys yet?"

You got flustered. "KAYLA!" Your voice cracked tremendously when you yelled.

"sshhoooo you DID haf shex..." Mikayla said. You heard sudden movement of the phone. "Kayla??" You yelled.

"Sorry, she's wasted." Leah said. You sighed, relieved that your friend isn't by herself or with a stranger.

"Take Kayla home okay? I've gotten into some...business..."

"You fucked them huh?"

You gasped. The men snickered among themselves. Gojo looked at you with a cocky grin, "Well? Tell her princess."

“well yeah..”

you heard Leah giggling “don’t worry about us then get home safely okay babe? love you”

“I love you too..”

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cracked-pean · 2 years

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The Note

Characters: Steve Harrington, Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,503

Warnings: None

A/N: So this was my first Stranger Things piece, but not my first Stranger Things post. There's a piece I just couldn't get right, but it was as good as it was going to get. So I hope you like it and I apologize for any errors. Enjoy!

When [Y/N] walked through the doors of the school that morning, saying she was nervous would be an understatement. The girl was terrified. Walking towards her locker, she paid no mind to anyone getting lost in her thoughts. She had finally built up the courage yesterday to finally tell her lifelong, well it feels like a lifetime, friend that she had feelings for him. Well, [Y/N] didn't actually speak to him. She had written it out in a letter and had given it to him. Writing it out was a lot easier for her than telling him in person. She knew she wouldn't be able to tell him everything she needed to face to face. She'd sike herself out and book it.

She knew the outcomes that could happen from her confessing. He could feel uncomfortable and just ignore her the whole day and the rest of their lives, that would be an answer in itself already. He could reject her and then realize it would be weird to continue their friendship. He could reject her, keep the friendship but she wouldn't be able to handle it and distance herself. All the outcomes just had him gone from her life one way or another and she didn't want that to happen. But she also couldn't keep this bottled up either. She had to try. Her mind would just be full of all the 'what ifs' running around if she didn't. He was such a great guy. He was sweet, caring, funny and awesome to have in your life. And she's risking having such a wonderful friend leave her life forever.

Once [Y/N] opened the locker she quickly exchanged her take home items with the ones she would need for her first couple classes. She had told him not to read the note till he got home and to meet her at her locker the next morning. Her stomach started doing flips and her hands shook as the memory hit her again. She couldn't do this. What was she thinking? It's too late now. The damage was done. All she could do now was to quickly leave her locker and head to her class before he was supposed to meet her.

When she closed her locker she jumped back wide eyed, letting out a yelp in surprise.

It was too late.

There waiting for her was Steve Harrington, with a raised fist ready to knock on her locker door.

"Woah. Does my hair really look that bad? Listen, I tried styling it but it wasn't working with me today. So this is what we got."

She looked at his hair then gave him a puzzled look, "Steve, it's literally the same hairstyle you always wear."

"Of course it is," he ran a hand through his hair. "You actually thought I would stray from this beauty? I'm hurt [Y/N]." He mocked offended.

She smiled and shook her head at his foolishness. Despite the situation, he always seemed to put her nerves at ease. Even if he was the cause of them.

Wait. Why was he talking to her so casually? Did he not read the letter? Maybe he didn't. He probably forgot to and he's going to tell her that and that he'll look at it later today. Maybe he lost it. Maybe his dog ate it.

Wait. He doesn't have a dog.

Maybe this is probably one of the outcomes she had thought could happen. Yeah. He's probably going to let her down and try to move forward from this. God, as much as that would hurt, she hopes that's the result from all of this. He'd still be around and she'd just have to work really hard to get rid of her feelings for him. Damn, that's gonna suck.

Whatever would happen she was about to find out. [Y/N] met his gaze and noticed that his smile had fallen a bit. She couldn't tell why though. He didn't seem upset or sad or any of that. It was just a neutral he had as he stared at her for a few seconds. His eyes widened slightly, realizing why they were there for specifically.

He looked down at his pants, padding around until he found what he needed from his back pocket. It was a small, folded up notebook paper.

Her letter.

"So I read this," he started. "But I don't know what you want me to do with it."

What?

"What?" She was confused. What did he mean he didn't know what to do with it?

"Yeah. You said to read it and meet you here in the morning with an answer. But I don't know what kind of answer you want from me with a list of your groceries."

What the hell? Her groceries list? That's not the note she gave him.

He began to unfold it and read it out loud to her.

"Carton of eggs, gallon of milk, saltine crackers, bread, oil, butter, flour. Did you want me to get these for you or like tell you what you could make with these? Because I think you could make a delicious choco-"

She snatched the piece of paper out of his hands, cutting him off.

"What the hell? That's not what I," her voice trailed off. "Gave you."

But it was in fact what she had given him.

It was her letter. Her handwriting. Her words. Her confession.

Stunned, [Y/N] looked up at him and saw him leaning on his shoulder against the lockers. Smiling back at her laughing softly.

"Steve you jerk. That's not funny."

She turned on her heels and began walking to her class. She blindly opened her textbook on a random page and stuffed the letter in it and slammed it shut. She didn't want to look at it anymore. She wanted it out of her sight and forget it ever existed.

Behind her, Steve caught up to her and attempted to stop her by trying to hold on to her arm.

"No, hey. Wait!"

She nudged her arm away from him and kept walking. She was hurt and had every right to be. She poured her heart out in that letter and for him to just joke about it like that. It made her feel like he didn't care about her feelings. As if she was just another random girl at school trying to get his attention.

"[Y/N] wait," he appeared in front of her and held onto her shoulders. He tried to meet her gaze but she would turn away, avoiding his. He gently held her face and turned it to look at him. But she had her eyes closed, still refusing to look at him.

Steve couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her reaction.

"Would you please look at me? I'm sorry alright. I didn't mean to upset you."

She shook her head and tried to get out of his hold. She would try using her hands but they were currently occupied.

"Just let it go. It doesn't matter anymore. I need to get to class."

"I can't because it does matter. Besides," he looks over at his watch. "We still have 6 minutes till class starts." He sighs, "[Y/N], c'mon please open your eyes," he gently rubbed his thumbs against her cheeks.

She didn't want to. She really didn't want to. His hold on her was so gentle and sweet that if she focused hard enough, it could make her forget that all of this was happening. That he wasn't just about to reject her and lose him. She didn't want to open her eyes because it would mean all of this was real.

And it was. So, she opened them.

Steve was so close to her. It wasn't new. She was used to this type of closeness from him. But she couldn't help but feel scared. This felt different now. It felt intimate.

"Alright, tell me then. I can handle it."

"I'm sorry. I thought I would make this not so awkward so I tried to play it off funny. Honest. The last thing I wanted was to make you upset."

She sighed as she ducked her head down.

"Yeah, I understand."

"Besides," he let his hands slide down her arms. "It's fun making the girl I like mad. She does this cute little nose scrunch that I find adorable on her."

[Y/N] shot her head up. Did she hear that right? She steps out of his grasp and looks at him. No. Is he serious?

"W-what? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, it's like this," he scrunches his nose while looking at his nose making him look cross eyed.

[Y/N] blinks, making a face and shakes her head. "No, before that."

Steve stood there with a shy grin, hands in his pockets and shoulders up to his ears.

"I like you too, [Y/N]."

"You do? Steve if this is another joke I-" she starts.

Steve quickly shuts her down and closes the small gap between them. He removes the books from her grasp and places them on the floor. He holds her hands and looks at her. His focus solely on her.

"I'm not joking this time. I wouldn't do that to you. Never you. You're my best friend [Y/N]. I've liked you since I can remember. Maybe since I first met you back in seventh grade. I just never thought you would feel the same. But then I read your letter," he glanced down at their hands and intertwined their fingers. His gaze moving back to her. "When I saw that you've felt the same way since that day too, I just about freaked. I couldn't believe it. I was waiting to read that this was all a joke or an "April Fool's' on the page. But then realized we were in February," [Y/N] chuckled at this which got a smile out of the boy. "And I knew this was real. I wanted to tell you sooner. But I was too much of a chicken. The more I put it off, the more I fell for you, the harder it was to tell you the truth and make a move. I got to know you even better since then. I got scared that I might lose the best girl I had ever met. I didn't want to risk it. I was willing to suffer in silence with you as my friend. Knowing you'd still be by my side."

[Y/N] couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't realize she was crying till a drop fell onto their joined hands. She quickly wiped her eyes and looked up to the ceiling, blinking quickly in trying to stop more tears from spilling.

"God, what does this make me look like then? That I don't care about our friendship? Selfish? I was scared too. I didn't want to lose you either. You have no idea how long I had thought about all the cons from telling you. In the end the 'what ifs' won.

"No, you're not selfish. Well, maybe a little," he teased.

She stepped back and punched his arm, "Steve!"

"I'm kidding!" He said laughing. Steve took a hold of her hands again and brought them close to wrap around his waist. He placed one hand on her waist as the other came up to her face and tucked away a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It just says you have guts. You've always been a lot bolder and braver than me."

[Y/N] shakes her head shyly. She meets his eyes and stands there a moment taking it all in. Steve liked her. Actually liked her. All these years wondering what it would feel like to have him say the words back to her couldn't compare to the real deal. She was over the moon. The thought that she'd be able to hold him when she wanted without fear of making things awkward between them or feeling rejected in some way. The little dates they could have now. And the luxury to feel his kisses now. And her to kiss him.

"What do you say after school I take you out? Do this properly. We can go to that diner near the library. Couple burgers, couple milkshakes," he leans closer to her. "Couple kisses?" He whispers as he leaves a kiss on her cheek.

"Hmm," she one shoulders. "I like the food part. Not sure about the rest though. Kind of getting ahead of yourself aren't you Harrington?" She says leaning away slightly from their hold.

"What? You don't like my kisses?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

[Y/N] giggles, "Well, I've never experienced any of your kisses. Officially."

"Ah, that just won't do. We have to change that immediately," Steve then places his hands on either side of her face. He slowly begins to lean in, closing his eyes as he got nearer.

Just then the bell rings, alerting all students to head to class. [Y/N] ducks down, out of his hold just before Steve gets a chance to seal their lips.

"Oh, there's the bell," She bends down to retrieve her books and turns in the direction of her class, speed walking away. "I'll see you later Steve," She waves, laughing at the boy's stunned reaction.

Steve blinked. It took him a second to comprehend what had just happened. He looked around trying to find the girl. When he caught a glimpse of her he took off after her.

"Hey, wait just a minute," he ran up behind her. A squeal escaped out of her when she felt his fingers make contact on her waist, bringing her close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to her neck then rested his chin on her shoulder and continued to walk like that. "At least let me walk you to class."

"I guess there's no harm in that." Once they had reached her class door, they stood off to the side.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" He asked, smiling.

"Wouldn't miss it. Now go, you're going to be late," She smiled pushing him away.

He grabbed her hand that was placed on his chest, pushing him away, and held on leaving their arms outstretched between them. In a quick motion, he pulled himself back towards her. He brought her face closer to his, peppering kisses all over causing the girl to laugh in the process. Steve finished it off with a final kiss on her nose.

"Alright. I'm going now," he said with a huge grin on his face, walking backwards in a surrendering motion.

[Y/N] shook her head at him and with a final wave towards him walked inside her class. Sitting down, she couldn't hide the grin on her face. She felt all warm and fuzzy. It finally happened. She confessed and it didn't end in a total disaster. Looking over at the clock above the chalkboard, she couldn't help but wish the day to be over before it even started.

She's got a date today.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #x reader #reader #female!reader #steve harrington x reader #the note

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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 1 year

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Sam Heughan: "A romantic comedy set in Madrid would be very passionate"

We went up to one of the most representative domes of the Madrid 'skyline' with the Scottish actor to talk about superpowers, time travel, Madrid and the characters in his life, such as Jamie Fraser from “Outlander” or the journalist from “ Love Again”, the romantic comedy that opens in theaters on May 12.

By Ana Pérez and Photography: Alfonso Ohnur / Styling: Jesús Cicero

04/19/2023

"A coffee and in five minutes we are ready. He's in a very good mood, by the way,” says Wendy, a cheerful and charming middle-aged Scottish woman who is featured as the hair and makeup manager in today's session, although we soon discover that she is much more than that. She belongs to the actor's circle of trust, so she goes down in advance to see that everything is in order. The Esquire team is already prepared in the spectacular 300 m 2 suite that the Four Seasons in Madrid has given us for the occasion. There are nerves, because it's not every day that you have a star like Sam Heughan on your hands(Galloway, Scotland, 1980) and everything has to go perfectly. While he goes down, the team from Sony Pictures and Movistar Plus+, the producer and distributor in Spain of Outlander , respectively (the series that has catapulted him to fame), review the outfits so that, once we start, everything goes smoothly.

Fendi trench coat, and Pedro del Hierro shirt and pants.

Finally Sam arrives at the suite. He is serious, but so charming that the nerves dissipate. Everything happens with astonishing agility under the watchful eye of Wendy, who reviews each shot with efficiency and alternates her suggestions (all of the most sound, really) with her enthusiasm for the work we're doing. There is nothing that this herculean Scotsman of almost two meters in height does not defend with solvency. He doesn't care about a modern Prada trench coat with green squares or an impeccable summer suit from Emporio Armani. Once the photo session was over we went to the suitepresidential, overlooking Calle Alcalá, where the interview will take place. “On my next trip I want to stay here!” She says, joking for the first time, as she crosses the threshold. We settle into some seats, facing each other, and I have to confess that when Sam Heughan gives you all his attention, he's intimidating. I perceive an obvious barrier of shyness, so I try to break through it and reach him through his characters.

Tell me, Sam, what is the first memory you have of being on stage?

I went to a very creative school, where the arts, music, theater were very encouraged... My first role was Bill Sikes, the drunken villain in Oliver Twist , in a school play. He hadn't acted before and he wasn't very good, but I vividly remember having a lot of fun on stage. Later, my first professional role was Romeo, in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet , already at acting school.

You became known to the general public with the Batman from the musical Batman Live . What was your favorite superhero as a child?

Batman , without a doubt, a very dark character who lost his parents very young. He dresses up as a bat, but in reality he is not a real superhero. He's just an ordinary human being, who has had privileged access to a lot of technology. And yet I think it's very interesting.

"Teleportation would make my life easier, because I would no longer have to travel continuously."

And if you could choose to have one superpower that you could use in real life, what would it be?

Perhaps teleportation, so he can travel wherever he wants. It would make my life easier, because I would no longer have to travel all the time. It would allow me to be anywhere in the world in a moment.

After Batman, Outlander and Jamie Fraser come into your life. What has this character meant to you?

Jamie has changed my life. Since I started playing it eight years ago, everything has completely changed. Until then, I was a normal actor; you know, towards theater, television... But Jamie really changed my world, he's given me a lot of opportunities, I've been able to create my own projects, write, produce... He's an incredible character that I've been growing up with, living with many experiences, I have grown old with him... It has been an incredible challenge to play him.

Sam is wearing Giorgio Armani total look . ALFONSO OHNURESQUIRE

And what do you think is, in your opinion, the secret of the success of this series?

I think the incredible relationship that Jamie and Claire have, without a doubt; their romance, which never dies despite all the obstacles that come their way. No matter what, their love endures and I think that everyone would like to have a relationship like this. But this is to the credit of Diana Gabaldón [the American author of the saga of novels on which she is based]. She created these characters, who people love and season after season are waiting to see what will happen to them.

“Jamie has changed my life. Since I started interpreting him, everything has changed completely ��

In the seventh season, which premieres in Spain on June 17 on Movistar Plus+, will Jamie be alive from start to finish?

We are studying it... [laughs]. Yes, this story has to last even longer [recently it has been confirmed that the eighth will be the last season of the series]. Diana has written a tenth book, so we still have a long way to go.

If you could travel in time , as Claire's character, your wife, does in the series, what era would you travel to?

Wow, so I would love to go to Ancient Egypt, to Rome, and maybe I would also like to travel to the future to see what will happen in a hundred years.

Sam Heughan, in the dome of the Four Seasons hotel in Madrid with a total look by Zegna.

Although Heughan has often stated that it doesn't have much to do with his character in Outlander , what he does have in common with him is his Scottish origin, something he wears with pride, to the point of becoming its ambassador worldwide. In fact, in parallel to this series, he stars in another, Men in Kilts (its second season will also be available on Movistar Plus+ in the coming months), in which he tours Scotland accompanied by Graham McTavish (Dougal MacKenzie, in the series), to divulge the secrets of their culture and customs. And he also makes his own whisky, which he has named Sassenach, after the Gaelic word for non-Gaelics and Jamie for his fictional partner.

Outlander has been very successful in Spain. What do we Spaniards and Scots have in common?

I think the energy and passion in Spain is incredible, similar to ours. Scots and Spaniards have many things in common: we are very warm, friendly, passionate about sports and we also like to party. We are very similar.

The first thing you premiere now is the romantic comedy Love Again (Sony Pictures) , on May 12, in which you share the bill with Priyanka Chopra and Celine Dion herself . What can you tell us?

The film revolves around a great romance, although underlying it there is also a tragedy: the protagonist loses her fiancé and writes text messages to his old mobile number, which my character has, a journalist named Rob Burns who falls in love her. It is tragic, but also very beautiful. It's a very sweet film, with the presence of Celine Dion, an authority on romance [laughs]. I think people are going to have a lot of fun watching it.

Sam Heughan and Priyanka Chopra in a scene from Love Again. LIAM DANIEL SONY PICTURES

[Notice to fans: Watch out for Heughan singing Celine Dion's It's All Coming Back to Me Now while taking a shower.]

In the case of the characters in the film, technology is crucial to finding each other. What do you think about using technology to find love?

I think technology helps us communicate and allows us to connect people who might not otherwise be able to, like the two characters in the movie. Dating apps and social media allow for more interaction, but maybe sometimes we rely too much on technology and hide behind it. I think an in-person connection is always better.

Perhaps Madrid could be the setting for your next romantic comedy... Where would it take place?

I love Madrid, it's great, romantic and full of energy. A romantic comedy set in Madrid would be very passionate. Perhaps in the Royal Palace, with a prince who meets a girl in the El Retiro park, but finds out that she is actually a professional soccer player. They see a game at the stadium and end with dinner and dancing in the San Miguel market.

Prada trench coat and Paul Smith pants. ALFONSO OHNURESQUIRE

In addition to work, you lead a project, My Peak Challenge, with which you collaborate in various solidarity initiatives. What is it about?

It is an online fitness program . The peakers , which is what the members are called, pay a fee for daily training, adapted to each one. They include yoga, mindfulness , nutrition program... In addition to the fee, 15% is contributed to charitable causes. It is about working for your health, for yourself, and at the same time helping others.

And what is the peak or challenge that has been the hardest for you to reach in your life?

Perhaps the large number of projects I have on my hands. Finding time to dedicate to all of them, but I am very lucky to be able to get them going.

After this interview, Waypoints came into my hands. My Scottish Journey (recently published in Spain by Principal de los libros), a kind of memoir in which Heughan alternates reflections on his life, parallel to a trip along a complicated hiking route, the West Highland Way, in the homeland of he. Among other things, he tells that he grew up without a father (he abandoned him at 18 months) and gives some clues that explain the man behind the actor. In fact, he is perfectly summed up in this fragment: “According to my mother, he was a little adventurer, although he could also be quite sensitive. When left to my own devices he could lead any attack, but in company he preferred not to be the center of attention. He wasn't shy: I just felt more comfortable watching from the rear."

Photography assistants: Dani García and Elisa María Lozano · Styling assistant: Aline Patiño · Makeup and hairdressing: Wendy Kemp Forbes · Tailor: Maribel Madrid · Photography editor: Carolina Álvarez · Production: Marta Sánchez · Acknowledgments: Hotel Four Seasons Madrid.

*This report appears in the May 2023 issue of Esquire magazine, on sale since April 21.

Now it is understood why Wendy Kemp Forbes was part of SH's speech in Madrid last year. His improvised speech was not for social reasons. His interest in women's participation was very doubtful. The credibility of his speech was put aside by his opportunism 🤨

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So boom, literally thought today was finna be a good day. Woke up, put on my favorite pants and was ready to kick some ass. Tell me why my period kicking my ass instead? I'm talking my ass was laying on the FLOOR because it was so bad. Then, I'm tryna get home and five steps later— nauseous. And I'm not gonna make it to the bathroom. Mind you, I could barely stand nor walk atp. I throw up outside the small little fruit cup I had for breakfast and try to walk again, SIKE GO BACK bc a bitch has round 2 coming up their throat. I find a place to lay down because walking is not an option rn, and now my cramps want to get progressively worse. I said fuck it, went to the bathroom and shitted my heart out for a good hour, mfs checking up on me like "aye you good?" Bc I'm blowing that shit up 💀 Meanwhile I'm waiting for someone to pull up and come get me for a good 45 minutes. After shitting and feeling like I have to throw up at the same time, im laying down again like cool, I got nothing in my system, it shouldn't be so bad.... Bitch.... 🤦🏾‍♀️WHY ARE MY CRAMPS STARTING TO FEEL LIKE IM GOING INTO LABOR?!!?? Literally was hurting so bad I was VOCAL, and writhing in pain. My ass wanted to cry but I was more pissed than anything. I can't even take medicine bc my stomach is empty so I'm over here waiting, feeling like I'm going through contraptions without fucking morphine.

It's like each cycle just gets worse I'm getting a fucking DEPO shot ain't no way. Had me damn near immobilized for what ...

holy shit what the hell… i think you should invest in birth control..?

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I made up a soup today. It's just onion, chilli flakes, pinch of salt, chicken stock and some chicken brothcube. It was a perfect 17kcal warmer after my morning walk! And the spicyness, fuck yes!

I also had some grapes today, a smaller banana, carrot, chickpeas, keso, small slice of bread, vegetable butter and the most calories I ate today was the slices of sausage on my bread and 2 small squares of chocolate.

I have a pretty active work and I walk a lot outside of work aswell when I walk my dog 1-3 times a day. I'm overall pleased with my day, have taken a melatonin and I'm so ready to fall asleep after a few minutes of scrolling!

I was like "I'm back, not gonna blog tho"

SIKE

Eaten:685

Burned:707

Net:22

#anorexi #disordered eating mention #eating disoder things #ftm ed #twt ed #tw ed diet #tw disordered eating #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed mention #ed bllog #ed #ana coach #ftm ana #ana thoughts #tw ana diary

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Being the younger of the male ABIS detectives (now Ryuki is taking the heat most of the time), he is often teased by his coworkers. He can't forget the stupid rite of ascension that Date tricked him into doing. No one shall know about it (he told Chrom that an important key was missing and he has to find it and Chrom spent two days searching for the key until Ai-Zak notified Chrom that this was all a trick.)

For today, Chrom had just come back to HQ and his gut feeling told him something is wrong. Wylan had just passed by him for a brief second, he could swear he saw him smirk. Mhm, that smirk is not good. If he had been working with this fellow, Chrom knew that smirk meant something.

Hmm ..maybe he is overthinking?

SIKE!

The moment he walked into the offices area, Wylan was ready with a squirt of silly string which he had used all over Chrom, who stood there taking it at once instead of running. He can see what will happen if he tried to run--Wylan will give chase (and we know who is faster.)

A heaved sigh as he swatted off the strings off his head and shoulders. "Wow~" in a very monotonous tone. "I was surprised. You got me, Wylan, you sure did." now excuse him to give the most deadpan face he can muster.

prompts for sibling | @dcviated (@/cadcnce-archived) sent:

[ silly string ] — sender squirts silly string all over the receiver

#ic.||#dcviated #dcviated (wylan.)#[berry sorry it has been ages in my inbox #[slides juice

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miyuwuki · 2 years

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miyuki day!

hello guys! in honour of miyuki day, i will be writing a special peace just for him :) WITH A MOOD BOARD WOO + park jeongseong cus he fits so well

warnings: none

miyuki kazuya x reader

miyuki day! (11/17)

“they’re coming!” you shrieked to seido’s team; haruno and the managers were behind the kitchen counter, while the rest of seido were hiding underneath the chairs and tables trying to fit, and you? well you were behind the door, a confetti ready in your hand. sawamura’s voice boomed through the hallway, two pairs of footsteps getting closer and closer.

“and don’t forget to catch for me later! you said you would!” he yelled, “you go in first, miyuki kazuya! i need to tie my shoelaces.”

you held your breath as you eyed the doorknob, fumbling a little bit before it opened.

“SURPRISE!!” everyone shouted at the same time.

you turned on the light and peeked from behind the door, letting your confetti pop is his face. “SURPRISE, KAZUYA!” his eyes widened as he scanned the room, his hands first landing on the former third years, then to the team, then to the managers, and finally, on you.

“what’s going on here?” he chuckled, hiding the redness from his cheeks with his hands.

“are you dumb? it’s a surprise party!” sawamura giggled loudly.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAPTAIN!” kuramochi yelled, the team running and tackling him into one big hug. you laughed from the sidelines as everyone patted him on the back and embraced him. but everyone became silent, and you wondered what happened.

“is he— are you crying?” ryousuke teased, wiggling his finger. miyuki quickly wiped his tears and shook his head, “you must be delusional, ryo-san.”

“he’s totally crying!”

“aww! cap loves us that much?”

he peeked out from the crowd to you, “did you plan this?” you nodded and ran up to him to give him a hug, “happy birthday, stupid.” before you could let him hug you back, you took a box from under the table and gave it to him. “open it!”

and when he did, his eyes glistened. it was a scrapbook you’d been putting together ever since school started, and in it contained pictures with him and his friends, former friends, coach, and in the last pages, you guy. the pages where it was labeled “notes” were filled with letters from each and every person, which he’ll definitely read later alone tonight.

“i— guys,” he breathed, scanning the notebook over and over again. he had to choke back a sob, but it was too late when everyone he noticed. he hugged you again, burying his head in your neck so no one would see.

“i’ve never celebrated my birthday before. thank you so much. thank you, y/n.” he repeated, squeezing you tightly. you pretended that you couldn’t breathe, “too tight, kazuya!”

“love her later, let’s dig in!” masuko yelled, laughing. miyuki pulled apart from you and laughed along with everyone else. on the table were a bunch of food— chicken, fries, sushi, spaghetti— just a huge mix of foods, but miyuki thought that it was the best. there was even a table for sweets for those who had a sweet tooth— where sawamura beat everyone to it.

“i hope you liked everything.” you said, interlocking your fingers with his. you smiled up at him and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

of course he liked everything. everyone knew he wasn’t the type for affection and fun, but with you he opened to great, new things, and this one was probably the best one.

“tch. it’s alright.” he smiled back at you. and behind his smile, you knew it was definitely more than alright.

YALL THOUGHT I WOULDNT DO ANYTHING SPECIAL HUHHH? WELL SIKE CUS I LOVE THIS MAN TO DEATH CRRRAAZYYYYTTTT

anyways just to be a little sentimental today, i’ve only joined the daiya fandom since august but miyuki has been a huge comfort character for me. i’m really into witty characters because i like to tease people myself, but his deep and caring side is what got to me. whenever i had a bad day, i’d turn to him and i don’t know how much of a better character there is than him. he’s just so amazing and cough, good looking too. so here’s to more context with all y’all miyuki stans! <3 happy birthday to our pretty catcher

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

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skiyoosmi · 3 years

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if fate permits

⤷ chapter twenty six: spotlight

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It was no surprise to people who always saw Atsumu that his eyes were constantly filled with a glitter that just managed to shine regardless of whether it was day or night. Volleyball, volleyball, and volleyball - perhaps, if you take time to ask these people what they think is the reason for that glitter, that would be their only answer. To those who truly knew him though, their answer might just be a tad bit different. Sakusa YN - from the moment he met you up to the present, a certain gleam seems to appear whenever you are the center of the topic. At least, that’s what Osamu has observed.

Kiyoomi concluded it’s just him unconsciously being a hopeless romantic for you. The grey haired lad remembers him saying it was pathetic, as always. But then again, he couldn’t deny the truth behind your brother’s words.

That said, he also knows that no one would have expected the same set of bright eyes to dull its sparkle. Unfortunately for the two of them (or three if you count Kiyoomi based on how often he visits the two of them now), you managed to take it away from him. There in the couch where you once sat during movie nights laid Atsumu, staring at the endless nothing, tears occasionally welling up his eyes as he remembers you, the way you looked at him as strangers do - empty, loveless, cautious.

It was karma. No matter how many times he tries to repeat it himself, it just doesn’t ease the thorns that prick his heart every millisecond that passes and every time, he just feels so sorry because he knows you felt the same pain before. How have you managed to get through it for more than twenty years? He has no idea because he sure as hell won’t be able to last one more day with it. Still, he can’t do anything but sit, mull over his self-sabotaged fate.

As he drowns himself deeper into his misery, a series of vigorous knocks disturb the twins’ “peace.” Osamu furrows his eyebrows together, a sense of oddness and urgency coming to him because Kiyoomi doesn’t knock that way - even when it comes to announcing his presence, your brother tries to be as prim and respectful as possible, knocking only thrice before waiting for the door to be opened, another three when he thinks no one heard him from the inside. Hence why the continuous knocks annoyed the grey haired.

Still, he begrudgingly sauntered towards the door and opened it, mouth ready to scold the person in front of him but he got beaten to it, “Where’s Atsumu?”

In her usual get up, Yui stood, a very much obvious fake smile plastered on her face and Osamu wanted nothing but to grab her hair and drag her to the deepest parts of hell for making you suffer (no one gets to do that except for him, he’s the only one who has the ‘drinking buddy and best friend’ privilege’).

Mentally, he took a deep breath before mustering the most sincere smile he can give her (it’s strained and forced, he knows it deep down), “Hello, Yui-san. I don’t think today’s the best day to-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Yui shoved past him and walked inside the house, acting as if she owned it. Osamu watched her trudge her way towards the living room in disbelief, fists clenching so hard it was painful already. Oh dear lord, please… just for today, let me strangle this woman… I’m willing to spend the rest of my life in jail if it means I get to do that for YN.

“Atsumu-kun!” She squeals upon seeing the blonde, ungracefully throwing her whole body to him, much to his shock (and annoyance).

“Y-Yui? What the fuck?” He shoves her away from him and backs up, creating a space which makes Osamu cheer quietly and form a devilish smile. Obviously not expecting the unappreciated response to her actions, she huffs, “You didn’t have to push me that hard, jerk Atsumu! That hurt me!”

“Yui-san…” Atsumu sighed exasperatedly, “I’m not in the mood, okay? Just… just leave, please?”

Yui’s smile disappears from her face and soon, an angry expression replaces it, “You’re such an ungrateful asshole, Miya. I’m busy and here I am, making time for you and you’re telling me to leave? Me?! THE Yui you wanted so much before? How dare y-”

“I didn’t ask you to come here, didn’t I? Just fucking read the room, Yui. I don’t like you here, not right now, not ever. I’m sorry but whatever I thought before, I was wrong. So just fucking leave,” he spat, patience running dry because all he wanted was sulk his life away in the couch.

As if finally being enlightened by the current situation, Yui begins to laugh, “Oh. my. god. Did she finally tell you? Wait… did she actually cut your thread? That’s why you look so miserable right now?”

Atsumu stands up from the couch, disbelief all over his face, “You knew?!”

The girl continues to holler her ugly laugh, “Ah, so hilarious! Of fucking course, Atsumu! One look at her pathetic face and I knew. Hell, I didn’t even need a Moira to figure it out. It was so fun, acting all sweet with the clueless you… and there she is, on the verge of tears every time!”

She wipes the fake tears away from her eyes, “But I guess she got tired too. I mean… you’re just so dumb, Atsumu. So hopeless and so easy to play with,” her fingers trace his jawline, rolling her eyes and snickering when he slapped it away from him.

“Now that I think about it again, you two shouldn’t have played Cinderella. You fit more into the criteria of Sleeping Beauty… you’re like Aurora, was it? But like, without the cure of a kiss because you ruined your true love! That’s my curse for you!”

The blonde grits his teeth, tears uncontrollably falling down his cheeks despite his desperation to stop them. Yui sees it and lets out a fake coo, “Aww, look at you, crying. You must be feeling so guilty, huh? It’s okay, I’m here… I can be the princess you’ve always wanted. You just have to behave like the foolish little prince you are.”

Osamu curses, taking a step forward to drag the girl out of their home but a voice stops him from doing so, “Is it fun? Playing with people’s fates like toys?”

Yui and Atsumu whip their head towards the source of the voice and Osamu is filled with relief upon seeing your brother standing, an unamused look on his face. Clearly liking the attention she was getting, Yui replies, “Ooh, what are you all? Avengers for YN? Protection squad or something? But to answer your question, yes! I’m enjoying it very much… but that doesn’t concern you, does it, Sakusa-kun?”

Kiyoomi paused for a second, removing his shoes and leaving them by the door, walking nearer the two, not too close but just enough to show her his height and intimidate her somehow, “You’re right, it doesn’t. If anything, I’m glad it’s all over now so my sister doesn’t have to suffer in between your acts of foolishness. But for some reason,” he trails off, looking down at her and throwing a look of disgust, “I pity you - because your fate is just as fucked up as theirs - your soulmate doesn’t remember you too and looking at you right now, something is telling me that you regret it too… because you have no one left. No Iwaizumi, no Atsumu.”

Judging by the way she glared at him, Kiyoomi feels a sense of accomplishment for hitting right on the nail.

“You-!”

“How unfortunate, Yui-san… the spotlight is not on you anymore.”

Silence filled the house right after Yui rapidly walked out of the house, a string of curses for your brother flowing out of her mouth. But Kiyoomi couldn’t care any less; instead, he turns to Atsumu who was already looking at him in awe before snapping off his thoughts and mumbling, “Omi… uhm… thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” is the only thing he replies, “I won’t do anything for you...”

Atsumu swallows harshly, the bitter truth making it hard for him to do so, “Right.”

“... at least not anymore after this one,” he finishes, handing the blonde some neatly folded documents. Osamu smiles from where he stood, side-leaning against the doorway leading to the kitchen, as if he already had an idea what the papers were for. His twin’s eyes scan them and as if by a miracle, a familiar glitter appears in them, accompanied by a hopeful expression as he lifts his head and looks at your brother.

“Omi, this…”

“Be ready in three months. I hope you’re not scared of riding planes.”

note. i'm so sorry for the very very long gap between these updates T_T i swear i'll try to update more frequently now, at least school's being less of an ass these days (don't say sike pls)

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