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Adult Education Part 22 | Hangman x OC

Summary: After visiting Jessica's family in Massachusetts and his family in Texas, it's time to officially finish moving in together. It's also time for Jake to take his girlfriend on a little adventure she has always dreamed about.

Warnings: Fluff, sex in public, language, 18+

Length: 2000 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Epilogue Part One

Three months later...

The airport in San Diego was absolutely overrun with business travelers and families on summer vacation. It seemed like there were people rushing in every direction, trying to catch connecting flights or grab their luggage and go. But Jake was in no hurry at all. He'd just left the laidback state of Texas. Tomorrow was Saturday. His girlfriend was on term break.

In fact, he missed his luggage going around the baggage carousel twice because Jessica had her lips pressed to his. "You know," he murmured after the second time, "we would already be home by now if you weren't so damn distracting."

She shook her head. "We have to stop by my apartment on the way and pick up the last few boxes."

Jake smiled. "I know. Then it's official, Baby." Her lease was ending on Monday, and they left those boxes of old textbooks and scientific journals so they could still claim she was going to be moving in, not that she essentially already had. Jake didn't want to make a poor impression on her family, but it turned out he didn't have anything to worry about. And neither did she.

"So Thanksgiving back in Massachusetts and Christmas in Texas," she murmured against his neck as she let her head rest on his shoulder. "We're going to be very busy this year."

"There's no escaping my mom now," he told her. "She's probably already crocheting a Christmas stocking with your name on it. I think she almost evaporated into thin air when she hugged you. Physical proof that her son is dating someone with a PhD who looks like a supermodel nearly took her out."

"Jake," she whined with a laugh. "Supermodels don't wear glasses or read the science joke of the day emails."

"Mine does," he insisted. "There's my bag again. Now can we please go home?"

"Absolutely," she replied as he grabbed his luggage before it could sneak by a third time. "I'm determined to cook an edible dinner one night while I'm off. Plus, I really wanted to spend this week while you're at work organizing all of my stuff at the condo."

He grinned as they exited the airport holding hands. "Actually, you're coming to work with me on Monday."

"I am? For what?"

"Well... that's a bit of a surprise."

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Jessica watched Jake stack the three remaining boxes of her things in his arms and carry them out to his truck. She could have only managed to take them one at a time, but he even humored her barrage of questions while he went.

"When are you going to tell me what the surprise is? Will you tell me now? How will I know what to wear to base with you on Monday if you don't tell me what it's for?"

He was silent for the first part of the ride from her old neighborhood as they made their way toward the pacific coast and his condo, and she looked out the window while she tapped her foot anxiously. When he took an unexpected right turn instead of a left, she turned to look at him.

"You really want to know?" he asked, his face just gorgeous in the orange and purple light as the sun finished setting.

"Yes!"

He chuckled. "Well, I thought this would be a fun little celebration of sorts since you found out Brian isn't coming back in the fall. And I think it's something you've been wanting to experience."

Jessica tipped her head back against the headrest and smiled. Advanced Calculus had texted her when they were at the airport in Boston about to fly to Texas, letting her know Brian took a position at the local community college. She wouldn't even have to look at him when her classes started up again next month. She had been so excited, she and Jake had very awkward but enthusiastic sex in the airplane lavatory as they flew over Pennsylvania.

When he pulled his truck off the main road and along the bay, Jessica had to hang on as he drove down an unpaved street as the sky darkened. "Where are we going?" she asked, as they bumped along, driving parallel to a tall fence with barbed wire across the top of it.

"I want to show you something," he muttered, coming to a stop between the rocky bay beach and the fence. "There's the hangar, and there's my jet."

Jessica looked to where he was pointing, and she could barely make out HANGMAN printed across the side of one of the aircrafts. "Oh!" she gasped, realizing she'd never even visited him on base before.

"Come here, and I'll tell you the surprise," he crooned, killing the engine and unbuckling her seatbelt. He coaxed her to his lap and said, "If you want to fly with me on Monday, I got special permission to take you up since you're a physics professor."

"What?!" Jessica's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"

His smile was soft and genuine as he nodded. "Does that mean you still want to do it?"

"Jake!" She pushed his shoulders back against the seat and shook him slightly as he laughed. "I wrote my PhD thesis on jet propulsion in military aircrafts! Of course I want to fly with you!"

"I know," he drawled as he smirked. "I read your thesis, remember? Barely understood a word, but I did read it."

"Smart Boy," she moaned as she kissed him. "I can't wait for Monday." As she raked her fingers back through his hair, his hands came to rest on her hips. She kissed and nipped at him, pausing to say, "I'm so excited."

When Jessica's tongue slipped between his lips, she rolled her hips against him. He groaned and cupped her butt, guiding her to do it again. He was so obviously hard in his jeans now, and she didn't want to wait until they got home. "Feels like you're excited, too," she said with a grin before she licked his lip.

"Fuck, Jessica. If you're like this today, you'll be a mess on Monday after we actually fly together."

She gasped and nodded. "Oh my god. You're right."

"I know I am, Baby. You'll be dripping wet for me by then."

When she clenched around nothing as his hand snaked up the front of her shirt, she admitted, "I already am." She ground down against his cock and whispered, "You know how we had that quickie the other day way out on your parents property?"

Jake moaned and said, "I'll remember that for the rest of my life. Bending you over the tailgate of my dad's old truck."

"Well," she murmured, licking a stripe from his chin slowly back to his ear. "It's pretty dark now. You could bend me over your own tailgate."

Jake's hand was opening his door before she finished her sentence, and he hauled her back behind his truck. He was a little rough, pulling her against him and making her stumble as he dropped the tailgate down. He kissed her lips and rubbed the front of his jeans against hers before he said, "It'll have to be quick again. Before any of the guards drive by."

"Okay," she agreed, and then Jake had her pinned down from behind as she made a surprised noise. She let her head rest on her folded arms as she turned toward the fence. It was now too dark to see the hangar or any of the jets as Jake reached around and undid the front of her jeans. He yanked them down along with her sage green thong before unzipping his own pants and letting his cock rest against her butt.

"You weren't kidding, Smart Girl," he whispered, teasing her clit and running his finger through her slit. "You're soaked."

The evening air was cool on her bare skin, and when he separated her with his long fingers, she shivered for so many reasons. Then he connected them together, plunging inside her as she cried out.

"Shhh," he warned, and she bit her lip. "Be a good girl. I'll make it fast."

"Oh god," she groaned softly, her whole body bouncing against the tailgate with each of his rapid thrusts. She couldn't stop the little grunts and needy sounds she made for him every time his hips slammed into her butt, but he was moaning her name softly too as he fucked her.

He just went harder and harder, and Jessica had to hold onto the tailgate with quivering fingers as he hit the spot that made her shake for him. "Jake," she whispered as he leaned down over her back as she came. But he wasn't done yet.

His voice was rough like the gravel beneath her feet. "I love you. I love fucking you. I can't wait to take you home. I can't wait to fly with you." He grabbed her hips and drove himself deep as she continued to clench softly around him, and then he came too. And this time she had to remind him to be quiet.

"Jake, you're so loud," she warned as his thrusting grew shallow. "And I see headlights," she hissed.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling out of her and sending his cum dribbling down the insides of her thighs as she yanked up her underwear and jeans. There was definitely a security vehicle headed past the hangar on some sort of patrol route. "Let's get out of here," he said, pulling her toward the driver's side door.

Jessica scampered inside, barely making it to the passenger seat before Jake had the engine roaring to life and the truck shifted into reverse. Deftly and with a smile on his face, he reversed back down the bumpy road like it was nothing. "That was a little close," he said as he slowed down before making it back to the pavement.

She bit her lip and said, "What if I said I kind of love tailgate quickies?"

He glanced at her as he slowed at a stop sign. "Well then I would say I'll come up with a list of places we can sneak off to."

Her hand stroked his thigh as she said, "Get to work on that."

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The fact that Jake managed to pull this off after weeks and weeks of planning left a smile on his face. On Monday, he watched as Phoenix helped Jessica into a flight suit in the hangar, and then he handed her a helmet. She was grinning at him as she slipped it onto her head. "You look like you're ready to go, Dr. Reed," he said as he fastened it into place for her.

"I'm so ready, Lieutenant Seresin," she replied, bouncing slightly on her booted feet as she ran her fingers along the HANGMAN patch on his own flight suit. "How many Gs do you think we'll hit? Can we roll upside down?"

"Jesus," he laughed. "Next thing you'll be leaving me in the fall to go to flight school."

She pouted and said, "My eyesight is too poor."

He kissed the tip of her nose before picking up his own helmet. "Not to be a WSO."

"Oh my god, Jake! You're right!"

She asked him a million questions in a row as she followed him across the tarmac, and he could only answer about half of them for her. "Why don't you tell me, Reedy," he finally said as she climbed the first rung of the ladder. "You're way smarter than me."

She turned back and looked at him. "Maybe just a little bit. But you know how to do the one thing I'll never get to do. Actually fly this thing!"

He placed a hand on her waist, giving her a squeeze through the rough fabric. "I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. I'll try to answer any questions you have when we're in bed later. How does that sound?"

She nodded at him as her eyes went wide. "That actually sounds great. Let's go." She then climbed the ladder in record time, leaving Jake laughing on the tarmac before he followed after her.

He would be happy to follow her as long as she would let him.

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Jessica Reed is just winning so hard now. Fuck off, Brian. One more filthy part of this story to come. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 23

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vikisbay · 1 month

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【JJK】 Rejecting the JJK boys kisses Pt 1

|Gojo, Megumi, Choso, Geto, Yuji, Toge, Yuta,|

Pt 2

A/N —> when I tell you I was non-stop writing all of these, I am obsessed with this concept★彡

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【GOJO S.】 collage!Gojo

• music was blasting in your ear, your headphones sat perfectly on top of your head disconnecting you from the world around. Mid terms were coming up and you had been working your ass off, getting good grades was always top priority.

Your stupidly gorgeous boyfriend was sitting across from you mindlessly scrolling on his phone when he realized is amazing girlfriend (and hopefully) soon to be wife was sitting right in front of him. Your face was being blocked by the screen of your laptop so he tilted down revealing you to him. You were so focused on writing down something in your notebook you hadn’t even realized Gojo staring at you.

You were suddenly snapped out of your trance when your headphones were slid off your head and onto your neck, “hi sweetheart” his smile warmed your heart and his voice was literally ethernal. His hands cupped your face bringing it centimetres away from his, oh god how could you focus on studying now.

His lips just barely grazed yours before you turned your head.

You tried your hardest to suppress your laughter but his face was absolutely priceless, your soft giggles filled there air as he stood there.

He just stood there.

Tears brimmed yours eyes from laughing so hard, you felt bad but you were also enjoying it “so you don’t love me anymore?” His hand held your chin making you look at him “I’m sorry Saturo…” your apologize sounded real but the smile that was planted your face told him otherwise.

the offended look on his face made you feel bad you so you laid a small kiss on the corner of his mouth before placing your headphones back on your head, and with that he was satisfied allowing him to go back to his seat and scroll on his phone.

【MEGUMI F.】 high school!Megumi

• your eyes fluttered open, you lifted your head from your arms before stretching them over your head. How long were you asleep for? This question was floating through your head making you wish you had just stayed asleep, just for a little longer.

You looked around to find yourself in an empty classroom all the chairs were tucked in neatly and not a single object was left behind, except for the desk next to you. Textbooks and notes were scattered around messily. You rubbed your eyes trying to shake off your grogginess. You remember keeping a certain raven haired boy company while he studied but after awhile of watching him work you decided to take a quick nap. the question that now filled your mind was ‘where was Megumi?’

like magic the boy walked back into the classroom holding snacks. when he saw you a smile grew on his face “I got you snacks” his tone was caring and gently, he also kept his voice low due to the fact that you had just woken up. he set a bottle of apple juice in front of you before sitting down in his own seat. he picked up the bottle of apple juice once again and twisted the cap open before urging you to take it.

the cold liquid flowed down your throat soothing it of the harsh dryness you felt when you woke up, “you should really start going to bed at a reasonable time” he almost sounded worried but was ultimately cool and calm. you nodded your head agreeing with him knowing full well your lack of sleep was starting to affect your everyday life. he reached a hand over to you tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

he leaned in and you were well aware he was going to kiss you, but this gave you an idea. you put a hand on his chest stopping him in his tracks, this action made his eyes open slightly wider then usual. he raised an eyebrow at you making you let out a soft laugh.

“your so annoying sometimes”

this time he acted fast leaving a soft gentle kiss on your lips, clearly not finding your jokes funny which only made you find it funnier.

【CHOSO K.】 collage!Choso

• Choso laid down in your bed waiting for you, his eyes constantly threatening to close due to how late it was. you did this every night you took almost an hour to do your skincare and Choso just didn't understand way it mattered, you were already so stunning you didn't need to spend hours on your looks.

his head turned to the door as soon as he heard your soft foot steps, as soon as you came into view his eyes couldn't leave your body. you were wearing just your regular tank top and shorts but you still look so effortlessly stunning “are you just going to continue you staring?” a soft laugh left your lips and oh God was he so in love with you and i mean everything about you.

“maybe I am?” he shrugged his shoulders before patting the space beside him on the mattress. you slipped in the blanket which was cold against your bare legs. you snuggled closer to the black haired man for warmth, his warm hands wrapped around your waist bringing you comfort as you hid your face in his chest. he leaned in to lay a sweet kiss on your cheek but you moved your hand to his face pushing him away.

he backed up just a little bit a frown planted on his face, “I just put serum on my face baby” a scoff left his lips “princess, I just want to kiss you” his whiny voice made you laugh softly. you had to reach up to kiss Choso and as soon as you did he completely melted into your touch, you pulled away still giggling about the entire situation.

he pulled you in closer before saying “you don't need all that shit to look beautiful, trust me princess”

【GETO S.】 husband!Geto

• you had been working on the perfect dinner for Geto for the past hour. your boyfriend has been slaving away at work for days, he kept coming home after you had already gone to bed and would leave for work before you'd wake up. you understood that he was making money for the both of you and you were super grateful.

you set the plate of steak and mash on the table accompanied with a tall glass of his favorite wine, now you had to just wait for him to come home. while you waited you decided to do the dishes and when you were doing them he walked into the kitchen “hi gorgeous” he said tiredly before walking up behind you lazily wrapping his large arms around your waist, he nuzzled his head in your neck while you continued to clean the dishes.

he was about to leave a kiss on your neck but before he could you pulled away “eat dinner first, then I'll kiss you” you wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with you, to do whatever he wanted but he had been neglecting his heath by not eating so you had to be stern about this.

he frowned “is this what you say to your tired husband” a smirk graced his face, you turned around to face the dark haired man in front of you. so now he hand you pinned to the the brim of the sink “its what I say when my husband cant take care of himself” a soft scoff leaves your lips, he found your sass amusing making him laugh. he knew you really cared about him and he loved you even more for this so he did as you said even if he didn't like the faceted that you rejected his kiss.

of course later that night he was making you scream his name and making you beg for his lips on you.

because he was always able to make you a mess even if just hours before you had all the control over him.

— yours truly, Viki

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screeching-bunny · 1 year

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Yandere! Cheerleader Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who basically rules over the school and can get anything she wants done. Isn’t afraid of threatening people into submission to keep them quiet. She has absolutely no morals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who views you as a threat during your first months of school. Understandable though, you’re just so stunning and drop dead gorgeous that she couldn’t help but feel a little threatened.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader gets thrilled whenever she sees someone breakdown in front of her. She gets kinda power hungry whenever she sees this. Definitely treats other people as toys and stepping stone for her goals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader meets you in her chemistry class for the first time and instantly has a strong feeling in her chest. She brushes it off thinking that it’s because you’ll be her competition for Queen Bee soon. Does everything in her power to make sure your first days at school are a living hell but is very discreet about it.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is in denial over the fact she likes you. Her heart is beating fast because she hates and her cheeks turn red everytime you pass by because of anger. It's totally no because she likes you or anything, don't be ridiculous!

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader realizes her feelings when she notices how optimistic you are. No matter how much she puts you down you’re always so nice and kind to her. The more she sees you the more she appreciates your whole being. It’s not fair that you’re making her feel this way!

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader will be extremely nice to you if she ever acknowledges that she likes you. Will offer you to eat lunch with her and will basically parade you around school like a trophy. You can say goodbye to a peaceful school year.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader forces her minions to keep tabs on you. She wants to know what you are doing at every staking minute. Definitely despises it when others take up your time when you’re supposed to be with her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who is scarily smart. She’s one of the top students at your college and basically always aces all her tests (can’t relate).

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader blackmails everyone you associate with to stay away from you. Definitely will cyberbully people into killing themselves if she feels the need to. Like I said she isn’t afraid of bullying people in person or online so don’t be surprised if your former friends move to different schools.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader has extremely rich parents which is why everyone is afraid to stand up to her. If anyone tries anything against her then they can say goodbye to their job or business.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is the younger sister of Yandere! Jock. People often think that one of them is adopted due to how smart Yandere! Cheerleader is and and how dumb Yandere! Jock is.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who loves spoiling you with luxury items. You like that Chanel purse? Well consider it yours because she’s already at the register with it in hand. Her love language is definitely gift giving and expects gifts from you even if they aren’t expensive. If you ever gift her a rock she’ll treat it as if it’s gold.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader enjoys showing you off in front of everyone. She enjoys it when you guys go on date nights at a public area. It helps establish the idea to everyone that you belong to her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader definitely enjoys it when she makes you cry. Your tears look like beautiful crystals rolling down the side of your face. However, will get extremely livid if she sees anyone else making you cry. Only she gets to see that expression from you. Will definitely emotionally and mentally destroy that person.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader loves the sound of your voice will. Will definitely record your and listen to the audio on repeat. Likes to study with you and will ask you to read a textbook out loud so she can record your voice. Studies and scores on test better this way.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is the more dominant one in the relationship. She loves it whenever she’s in control and how much more power she has over you. She loves seeing you quiver under her gaze.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader does not deal with anyone’s shit even if they have more authority over her. Professors are definitely not respected by her and she treats other students like animals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is drop dead gorgeous. She could easily be a model on the cover of Vogue if she ever wanted to. Has thousands of admirers in and outside of school.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader enjoys attention and specifically if it’s from you. Would like you to praise her every second of the day and compliment her. Disregards everyone else though they don’t matter nearly as much as you do to her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader will destroy your life if you ever try to reject her. She will make sure that your parents will be begging on the streets for money and that you’ll come crawling back to her for some help. She is extremely rich and dependable after all.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who always gets what she wants and no one is stopping her from having you.

Pt.2

#yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere cheerleader #female yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere oc #gn reader

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uhhidkkenny · 7 months

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𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？

𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕏 ℕ𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕗 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

꧁𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘?

꧁𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝,𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍) , 𝙿 𝚒𝚗 𝚅, 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔.

꧁𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟿𝚔

You had to basically pinch yourself to collect your thoughts. Escaping the tunnel vision you were having, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen. (not like you haven’t stared at them before) It was that gorgeous douchebag that everyone has a crush on. You had multiple classes with Gojo in highschool but you never expected to see him get into the same University as you. Turns out you guys share 2 classes this semester but you do your best to avoid him and his friends. He was only 2 feet away from you waiting for your answer but your forgot what he even asked. “I-I’m sorry what did you say?” with a shaky voice red cheeks you finally acknowledged the man in front of you.

“I’m behind on some stuff in chemistry and I was trying to see if you were free tonight?” He asks and you feel yourself practically drooling. “I see you studying all the time so I assume your smart.” He says with the biggest grin. If he wasn’t so attractive you would have not even acknowledged him. You are smart but he only thinks you’re smart because your reading in the library right now. He has never even noticed you before today so why should you even help.

“Uh sorry I’m a litt-“ “I’ll pay you.” He says before you can even finish your sentence. He sees your hesitation and proceeds to admit, “If I flunk chemistry I’ll be forced to drop out.” “I’m sorry, I’ve never really tutored before. I don’t know if-“ “I’ll give you $200 if you tutor me for the test coming up.” You hesitate again. “Please y/n.” You stand there in shock. Lips slightly parted. He actually knows your name? You’re absolutely in shock. You both stare at each other for a few moments before you finally give in. He smirks, “Great. Give me your phone.”

“I’m sorry?” You said with a look of confusion but already handing him your phone. He immediately gets to work, unlocking your phone “you should really get a password” he says thinking out loud as he continues. He then puts his info into your phone and stretches him arm super high up, strikes a pose and takes a picture. You are simply dumbfounded. This man is a fucking airhead. He hands your phone back. “I texted myself so I have your number! I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says walking off and out of the library. Your just left standing there flustered and speechless.

So here you are standing outside Gojos apartment at 8pm. He didn’t live on campus like everyone else cause he had money. It was only about a 5 minute walk. You texted him to let him know you’re here. To your surprise he’s waiting at the door for you. “Hello.” You say standing in front of the 6ft + man that towers over you. “Come on in! I got snacks.” He says practically shoving you inside. You can’t help but chuckle, he’s treating this like it a sleepover.

He leads you to his giant room of this bachelor pad that he calls an apartment and it’s actually really cozy. You set all your stuff down trying to avoid knocking over the snacks and sit in 1 of the 2 chairs that were already pulled out. You noticed how he went and put his phone by his nightstand and you were thankful that he was prepared to actually study. He takes a seat next to you, scoots a little too close, and you begin the study session.

About 30 minutes into the study session, you suggest he grabs his textbook so he can actually take notes. He’s been practically leaning on your shoulder while you read to him and explain everything about the test you guys will be taking next week. “I like it better this way though. Feels like your the teacher and I can actually pay attention. You know..” what started as his explanation turned into 2 hours and back and forth conversation of absolutely nothing. You’ve both been laughing and eating on the snacks he assorted. It feels more like a date then it did a tutoring session.

Your sitting in the desk chair, leaned back, with your sock covered feet propped up on his bed while he lays his long body across the end on the bed, propped up on his elbow. “Gojo this-“ “Satoru” he says sternly. “Satoru, we haven’t gotten anything done. I feel like a terrible tutor.” You admit, feeling guilty because he already sent you the money to tutor him before you showed up. He ignored what you said. “I like when you say my name.” You roll your eyes. He’s made stupid flirty comments through the night but from what you can tell it’s just his personality. You pull out your phone “I’m being serious. I’m gonna send back the mon-“ “No you’re not.” He says snatching your phone and putting it under his back.

You immediately shoot up to your feel standing at the end of his bed. “Give me my phone.” You whine. It’s like the past few hours you guys have become great friends. You would never act like this in front of someone you barely know, but it’s like you’ve known Satoru your whole life. He moves your phone to the back pocket of his jeans. He sits up to where his legs are hanging off the bed. One leg on each side of you so you’re standing between them. You cheeks automatically turn pink as he adjusts to where he’s leaned back. Supporting his upper body weight with his arms as he leans back.

“Beg for it.” He says with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. You scoff trying to pay off the sudden pulse you feel between your legs. “Can I please have my phone?” You ask half ass not wanting to embarrass yourself. “You can do better than that nerd.” He teases as he starts swing his legs back and forth at the end of the bed. You stay still for a moment before trying to quickly reach for phone that was sticking out his back pocket. He easily grabs your wrist and stand up laughing. You let out a chuckle too but it quickly fades as he towers over you and you begin to step back.

“Aw that wasn’t very nice of you.” He says hand still on your wrist and you continue backing up but he follows your every step until your ass is pressed against his desk. “It’s not nice to take people things.” You say with a dramatic angry pout looking to the side. He releases your wrist only to grab your face to look at him. Your eyes widen as you see him looking you up and down. “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you.” He asks as he gets closer. Pressing his body into yours. Hand still on your face as he wraps his free arm around your waist.

“W-we should get back to studying Gojo.” He pulls your face even closer to his before he moves his face to the crook of your neck. Leaving open mouthed misses “My name is Satoru. I need you to remember that y/n.” His cold tone sends a shiver down your spine. You breathing becomes shaky as he slowly moves his mouth further up your neck to your jaw. “Sat~oruu what if you fail your test.” “I’ll get some nerd to give me the answers.” He says bluntly before pressing his lips to yours softly.

You feel like a statue. You’ve had sex before, you’ve had casual hookups,but it’s been awhile and you never thought Gojo Satoru would make a move on you. He starts to pull away and that’s when you come to your senses and push your mouth against his desperately. The kiss is slow but passionate, as he bites at your bottom lip, you gasp giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Your hands begin to roam his body as his find their way to your back and ass. He is savoring the taste of your tongue on his. Swirling his tongue with yours, flattening his tongue to rub it along yours, even so much as sucking your tongue.

He pulls away to catch his breath, he looks absolutely stunning. His eyes are hooded, lips plump, and face is slightly wet. He looks just as turned on as you. There’s a string of saliva connecting to both of you. He grabs right underneath your plump ass to sit you on his desk completely. “Open” is all he says before you open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. He takes his long slender fingers and slides them right in slowly but he pushes them as far as he can before you let out a light gag. He shifts his body to stand between your legs as he pumps his fingers in and out of your open mouth.

“I bet you’d look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You close your mouth around his fingers to let out a moan and begin to suck. He pulls his now shiny slick fingers out of your mouth and moves them to between your legs. Thank god you wore a skirt, now he has easy access.moving your panties to the side he runs his fingers against your slit as you wince from the sensitivity. “You’re already so wet for me. If I would have known you were a nerdy little slut I would have done this ages ago.” He says slipping a finger into your sopping wet hole and you let out a hushed moan. His free hand came up to your shirt, lifting it up over your tits, and begins to suck at your nipples.

Your can’t help the small moans escaping as he adds anything finger. “Look at you. You’re leaking all over my desk. Does it feel that good? No one’s ever touched you like this have they nerd?” Your cheeks are red. You can’t even muster up a response to the pure filth leaving his lips that are only adding to the pressure building in your core. Suddenly he’s pulling out his fingers and getting on his knees. He’s grabbing your ankles and placing the heels of your feet on the desk. Spreading your legs, leaving your pussy on full display.

“Such a pretty pussy, all spread open for me. You gonna cum all over my face for me?” He says teasingly while he rubs at your clit with his thumb. You nod your head as you look down to try and meet his gaze. His eyes are locked on your pussy like he’s looking at the Mona Lisa. “Please Satoru” you whine with impatience as he continues to rub slow circles on your clit. He stops his motion to place both of his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs even farther while leaning in to leave sloppy kisses on your pussy.

All the air in your lungs leave as soon as he looks up at you and he focuses his attention on your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking. “Ah~ Fuck Satoru just like that.” Your moans have gotten harder to hold back. You pull one of your hand to cover your mouth while using the other arm to support your weight. He slaps your thigh and you yelp. “Let me hear you. Wanna know how good I’m making this pussy feel. Tastes so good f’me baby” he says while going back to leaving the sloppiest open mouth knees on your clit. He’s basically making out with your pussy but his tongue is rubbing you in all the right places.

You’re so close to cumming. You’ve removed the hand that was covering your mouth to the back of his head to grind yourself on his tongue. You feel he let out a laugh against your clit. Your thighs begin to shake as you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan once the heat in your stomach finally over flows. Panting as you’re riding through your orgasm, he slows his pace and pulls away to look at you. “Good girl”

He stands up from between your thighs and you pull him in for another sloppy kiss as slips his cock out from his sweatpants and smacks it against your clit. You wince from the sensitivity but pull awash to look down and you notice his length. It’s got the prettiest bubblegum pink tip but your vid’s my nervous. “You afraid to take some dick nerd? I know it’ll fit.” He says teasing.

You take the opportunity to kick him in his chest lightly to back him up to the end of the bed. Once you get up you leave your tight shirt on, but pulled over your titties, and your skirt , but remove your panties. You push Satoru to fall on backwards in the bed. The teasing was too much. Plus you knew you had good pussy so why not show out a little bit. You slowly crawl on top of him until your wet push lips are grinding on his hard cock under you. His hands are on your waist guiding your hips until you slowly lift your hips off of his to line him up with your wet entrance and drop on his length all at once. The sting wasn’t unbearable but it made you take your time at first.

After you feel yourself adjusted somewhat to his length you start to grind yourself on him. His little whines of anticipation and his cute pout as he pants looking up at you. “Aww you look so pretty like this. Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll ride you.” He huffs. “P-please ride me. You’re so fuck-ing tight baby.” You lift your hips up slowly and drop them down just a little faster. Simultaneous moans fall from both of your lips as you set a pace. Satoru’s eyes were fixated on your titties bouncing so you decided to give him a better view. You take your hand off his chest and start to rub at your nipples. He lets out the sluttiest groan, clearly happy with the improved view, and moves his hands to your waist. He plants his feet on the bed and starts to thrust upward into you matching your pace. “S-Satoru feels so good.” “I know it Ah~ does nerd. Your creaming all around my Fuck~ my cock.” He says as he pounds into you. You eventually slump forward from the harsh thrusts. He takes this as his sign to flip you over, fold you in half, and fuck you like he hates you.

“Greedy little pussy s’just sucking me right in huh? You like it? You like seducing your students, nerd?” Your pussy was clenching around his cock and you knew you were close again. “Fuuuuck I’m gonna cum S’toru” “Go on and cum. You’re gonna clean me up after anyways you little slut.” And that was the final straw. “Fuckfuckfuck Satoru yes” You let out a loud moan as you convulsed on his cock. He kept pounding into you while you rode through your high once more.

Suddenly he’s got a handful of your hair pulling you to get on your hands and knees. Facing the end of the bed. Pulling you in front of his giant, glistening, angry pinked tip cock. “Clean your mess.” He says looking down at you with a giant smirk. You immediately get to work. Licking all over his pelvis area, the tops of his thighs, even some parts of his v line before getting to his cock.

Leaving open mouthed kisses all over his cock while he was so close was a dangerous game. He tightened the grip he had on the back of your hair. “Open your mouth.” He demanded again and you obliged again. Only for him to shove his cock all the way down your throat. He set a steady and rough pace as he fucked your throat. Throwing his head back while he let out the prettiest grunts. Your gagging and tears were only fueling him further as you look up at him. “Gonna cum down your throat ok? Gotta swallow it all like a good girl.” He said and you hum in agreement around his back as his pace turns brutal. He’s using your throat like a flesh light. A few more thrusts and he releases his hot cum into your mouth and thrusts it down your throat.

After swallowing it all you look up at Satoru who is leaning down to give you a kiss. It’s full of passion. Both letting out moans into the kiss he bring your body up to your knees so he can lay you down on the bed. Once you’re laid back on his pillows, he collapses directly on top of you with a dramatic groan. You laugh unsure of what to say. You take your hand and start running your fingers through his white locks. He wraps his arms around your waist as he keeps his head on your lower stomach.

“Hey are you free tomorrow? I got a math test coming up and I don’t wanna fail.”

You can feel his grin against your tummy as you roll your eyes, even though you probably won’t be leaving this bed until the morning.

A/N: hopefully y’all like this since y’all asked for it💕

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indianamgc11 · 1 month

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Ethan x Reader with the prompt “I like my shirt on you” it could be where Tara asked the group to meet at the apartment and reader arrives in Ethan’s clothes

better in my eyes

summary: the group needs to discuss the recent events, and you want more comfortable clothed to wear.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: f!reader, scream vi spoilers, mentions of murder and blood, murder of friends, cussing, mentions of death of loved ones, lmk if I missed any :)

a/n: surprise I’m alive :) I kinda hate this tbh but still wanted to post it, also working on multiple other pieces that I’m excited for. Requests are open :)

did not proofread!!

You had changed out of your costume from the Halloween party, not wanting to look like a walking discoball with all the glitter everywhere. Tara had gone back to the apartment, still furious at Sam’s interference at the party. You had gone back with Ethan to his and Chad’s apartment, wanting to give Tara a bit of space.

You both walk in and go to his room, Ethan taking off his cardboard costume and tossing to the corner for the trash later. Ethan’s room was fairly simplistic, mainly consisting of textbooks on his desk and a few posters on the walls.

You stood on the rug by his bed, playing with your fingernails and looking around the room you’ve been in many times before. You notice how the bed is neatly made, nearly no creases in the sheets, how the nightstand doesn’t have much dust on it.

He looks back at you, standing by his closet. He raises an eyebrow.

“You alright?” He smiles, turning to face you.

“Yeah, just don’t wanna make it look like a glitter bomb went off in here, well, even more than it already does.” You say and glance down at the now shiny rug below your feet,

You hear him laugh across the room and the sound of the closet door opening, looking up to see him scanning through his clothes. He eventually grabs a shirt and looks over at you, waiting for a silent look of approval.

“I do have clothes here that I can just wear, Eth” you say pointing to the second drawer in his dresser.

He begins to intercept, but you beat him to it.

“But I won’t say no to wearing your clothes.”

You tilt your head a bit and smile, and he grins back. He laughs, coming closer to you and you notice how close his face is.

“I’m glad you enjoy wearing them.”

He says with a smirk. You glance at his shirt you have on and back to him. The goofy grin across his face is infectious, your smile mirroring his as he holds up a light blue oversized t-shirt, offering it to you.

"Think this will be alright?" he asks.

“Perfect.” You reply.

"Good." He slips the shirt over your head, and it falls down your body perfectly, the fabric hugging your petite frame.

“I like my shirt on you, looks cute.” He said as he smirked.

The blue fabric is in stark contrast to your golden-tanned skin, and you look absolutely stunning when the shirt falls just below your waist. Not to mention that it brought out the gorgeous curves of your body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” You say as you snap next to his ear and laugh.

"Not my fault you look pretty in it." He chuckles and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow playfully. You grin at Ethan, and he gives you a knowing look, his arms wrapping around your tiny frame, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Come on, we’ve gotta head to Tara’s or she’s gonna freak thinking we’ve been killed.” You laugh and look up at him.

“Fine, fine." He reluctantly lets you go. He grins and then walks over to the door, gesturing for you to follow, his hand outstretched towards you.

You two arrive at Tara’s apartment, knocking a few times before walking in. You see Mindy accompanied by Anika laying on the couch, Quinn on the other end of the sofa, and Chad leaning against the wall, facing the group, also hearing Sam and Tara arguing in the kitchen about the event of the party and their opposing opinions. Ethan sits in the armchair across from the couch, and you sit on the arm of it. He gives you a look, questioning why you’re not sitting with him. You glance back at Ethan, who is giving you a confused look, curious as to why you chose to sit on the arm instead.

"You want to come here?" Ethan whispers. He gestures to the spot next to him, and you take a seat, Ethan gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him.

“Settle down, love birds,” Mindy says as she notices your new location.

“Don’t you have your own clothes, kid?”

She also adds, noticing the larger shirt you’re wearing.

“I'll have you know, I do." You respond jokingly, "I just thought that this looked a bit better on me." Ethan chuckles softly at your response as Sam responds to Tara.

Your eyes flick towards the kitchen briefly, the argument getting louder from the kitchen, the tension between the two of them palpable even from the other room. Sam yells something, and then Tara responds, her voice dripping with vitriol.

As soon as Tara and Sam walk into the living room, Sam notices that you two are watching the news about Ghostface's victims, recognizing the names said by the reporter. Then Sam’s phone rang.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan says giving you a confused look.

“It’s a whole thing” you say with a slight sigh.

"It's a whole thing?" Ethan asks, his confusion increasing with each word that you say. "Can you...explain it to me later?" He adds, wondering what type of whole thing the phone call had caused.

You nod, accompanied with another sigh as one of your hands goes through his hair. Quinn had called her dad, the head sheriff of the NYPD, who now wanted to talk to Sam. You looked down at your fingernails, drifting off in your own mind about another possible ghostface arising. The last one left you pretty scarred, both physically and mentally, losing some people you’ve known for years, like Wes, Amber, Dewey.

As you look back up at Ethan, noticing his eyes wandering, you can't help but smirk.

“Looking at something?" You say playfully, and Ethan is caught off guard, turning away and clearing the nervous look off his face.

“Hm?" Ethan grins sheepishly, turning back to face you, his eyes once again falling to your smooth curves that were accentuated with his shirt. That look on his face makes you smile, knowing that he loves when you wears his clothes, one of the many ways you two express your feelings for one another.

“Eyes up, buddy” You tease, and he lets out a quiet laugh.

Sam and Tara end up leaving, Detective Bailey needing them down at the police station. The rest of the group looks around, all secretly having a slight worry for what this case is going to bring. Chad takes on the situation, attempting to lighten the mood.

“How about a movie, huh? A nice comedy?”

He says reaching for the remote. You all silently agree, turning your attention to the screen. As you watch the opening scene, you feel Ethan’s hand creep up your abdomen. You look to his hand and then his face, seeing a playful smirk evident. You put your hand over his, lightly squeezing it, which was your silent way of saying “I love you.” You kissed his cheek before putting your attention back on the film. You both have a smile on your face, enjoying the moment with your friends without worrying about a ghostface to watch for at that moment.

#ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream vi #ghostface #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion

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eiightysixbaby · 9 months

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UR LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS BBY GIRL!! I have glasses too and it makes me happy seeing other cuties with glasses!

Makes me wonder how Eddie or Steve would react to reader who shows them her glasses for the first time. Eddie gives me vibes that he would refer to reader as a sexy librarian and likes to see the reader on her knees sucking him off, glasses hung low on her nose and eyes looking up at him brimmed with tears. He would cum instantly. Steve gives me nerdy role player. He will put a letterman jacket on for the jock role and try to fluster the “innocent nerd” during tutoring. Hiking up her skirt and fucking her making her read from her textbook, stopping his thrusting every time she stops reading out loud 🥵

okay first of all thank you SO much 😭 glasses gang for the win 🤓

second of all - oh my GOD everything about this has me sweating. the sexy librarian bit for Eddie is so accurate - something about your glasses just gets him going and he loves watching you peer up at him through them when you’re sucking his cock. he’ll role play the librarian thing so hard, making you keep as quiet as possible while he fucks you as if you’re actually sneaking around in a library. he’s whispering in your ear like “yeah? dirty girl likes taking my cock when we could get caught? so naughty of you, baby.” and just anytime you have your glasses on around eddie he’s calling you his sexy thing, he just adores them. also, I feel like we can’t make eddie too serious - there’d absolutely be one time where he jokingly hits you with a “hey what’s up four-eyes,” and you want to be mad but you can’t even keep yourself from laughing.

steve would go crazy for the jock/nerd role play, oh my god. it’s basic, but the glasses just spur him on to have you play the nerd. he has you in a plaid pleated skirt and a sweater vest, cute little frilly socks on your feet looking oh so innocent. he has the flashcards you made for school, quizzing you on them as he teases you with his fingers, spanking you if you get an answer wrong. you’re barely able to form sentences you want him so bad, and it only gets worse when he flips you over and starts fucking you from behind. he’d love listening to you try to read your book for him and just stuttering and stumbling over your words - moans of his name slipping out because you can’t even focus on anything but him.

so yeah, uh, glasses. glasses are good. 🫡🤭

#leah’s got mail 💌#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut

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cowgurrrl · 5 months

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Some way some how Joel and reader in lftl are able to take each other back to their homes from before. For closure and memories. They both are just two people who miss their babies. And now they get pictures and cards from their homes. Another little piece of Sarah and Jane to go back to jackson.

Hello do you have access to my wips I was literally working on this!! I wrote this more about reader going back to their last apartment because @hier--soir has an amazing fic about Joel going back to Texas and it's absolutely gorgeous <3 anyways, I hope you enjoy!! this made me CRYYYY

Never Grew Up With You

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: Jesus Christ I haven't cried at a fic like this in a LONG time I'm genuinely exhausted

Summary: "To never see her face again is what grief is." — Euripides, translated by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides aka this ask [1.5k]

Warnings: talks of Jane, memories, oh it's so sad

It's eerie being back in that town. It's empty, but the remnants of Outbreak Day linger in the streets— decomposed bodies, crashed cars, craters where the bombs hit. You recognize bits and pieces. The downtown area which used light up with Christmas lights and smell like funnel cake during the winter months. The church where you lied on the application form so Jane could get into daycare. Your apartment building. You stop in front of it, Joel at your side, and look up at it.

It looks smaller than you remember it like maybe you romanticized the shithole after so many years of living in a worse shithole. Only a few windows still have glass, and you catch faded curtains flapping in the abandoned apartments. "Mommy, look!" Jane had yelled that day so you could catch the jets flying over the building. You were standing in the same area you are now. Your heart clenches, and Joel seems to feel it at the same time.

"Are you sure bout this?" He asks, and you nod. "I'll be right here with you the whole time. We can leave whenever you want." You don't answer him. You just take a deep breath and start walking toward the stairs—bullet holes and rusty, dried blood line the path up to your third-floor apartment, but other than that everything is the same. There's even still a flyer on the bulletin board advertising an apartment-wide potluck set the week after Outbreak Day. Jane wanted to go. She said her friends were going and she wanted you to meet them. You said you'd think about it.

When you reach the top of the stairs, you find your apartment door still open and immediately regret not closing it. What if there's nothing left? What if it's been raided? What if it's all destroyed? You push yourself forward until you're over the threshold and back into the life you left behind. The body of the runner who burst into your apartment that night is still there, grey and all but dust at this point. Dirty plates sit in the sink. Jane's kindergarten homework has slid off the table and onto the floor, her scribbly handwriting boring holes into you. You pick it up despite it having boot marks and ripped edges and stare down at how she wrote her name. Joel doesn't say anything, but he squeezes your shoulder and lets you know he's there.

Together, you silently move through the rooms and salvage whatever you find. In your room, you find ratty old clothes from 2003, medical textbooks, and a file full of important documents shoved under your bed. Among the papers are your tax forms, a copy of your college diploma, and Jane's birth certificate— the only physical proof that she was ever here. Jane Eloise born April 7th, 1998, to you and no one else. Somehow, the glaring absence of Matt's name on her birth certificate still makes your stomach turn. You find a few more keepsakes before moving to the living room.

Whatever might've been there has been taken or destroyed by whoever's been in the building in the last twenty years. The blankets and pillows that once lived on your couch are gone. Your TV has been smashed in. The shoes Jane always left in the middle of the floor have disappeared, probably taken by some other parent who was desperate and was too scared to think of the child who left them. You're about to walk down the hallway to the bathroom and Jane's room when something crunches under your foot. You look down, and all the air gets punched out of your chest. As gently as possible, you bend down to pick up the shattered picture frame and stare at it.

It was a picture taken by a friend at the county fair. Jane is on your right with a half-eaten blue cotton candy in her hand and a water bottle tucked under her arm. Her hair is in a braid, and there's a big blue stain on her Princess Ariel shirt, but she looks happy. You're both smiling big, the reflection of the colorful carnival lights shining in your identical eyes. Everyone always said she looked like Matt, but you can clearly see your features reflected back to you in this picture. God, how could you have forgotten about the way her eyes crinkled when she was happy? Or how she leaned into you in public? Or how young you both were?

"What's that?" Joel asks as he walks over to you, and you meet him halfway to show him the picture, unwilling to hand it over just yet. It takes him a minute to realize what he's looking at, but when he does, he looks up to catch you staring at the picture. "'S that Jane?"

"Mhm,"

"She's beautiful," he says, and you smile. "Is that cotton candy?"

"Yeah, it was her favorite. Practically begged me to buy it for her. I'm pretty sure I overdrafted my bank account just to get it."

"How old are you in this photo?" He asks, and you furrow your brows as you think.

"Uh, Jane looks about three or four, so I was, at least, nineteen."

"You look happy."

"And tired," you say. Both things are true, but you can't ignore the bags under your eyes or your horribly fitting clothes. You were struggling. You were alone. You were so incredibly ill-equipped and felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. And Jane... Jane is none the wiser. She's smiling. She's fed. She's loved. She's happy. Maybe you were doing a better job than you thought you were. "You know she wanted to go on the Ferris wheel?" You ask, and Joel raises his eyebrows.

"That little?" He asks, and you laugh, nodding.

"I said the same thing, but she was so determined. So, my friend got us tickets to go on it, and we went, just the two of us. But when we started going around, she started getting really scared about the height and how fast it was going. She buried her head in my arm almost the whole time, and I was stressed that she was miserable and we had wasted my friend's money, and I was so fucking tired," you say. "But when we stopped at the top, I told her to look at the sky, and she did. I pointed at the different stars and talked to her about the moon, and she calmed down. I don't know if I distracted her or if she realized how big the sky was in comparison, but when we got down, all she could talk about was how close she got to the moon. After that, we'd go out every night and look at the stars. Even snuck out of our QZ shelter after the Outbreak."

"D'you get caught?"

"Once. I knew a FEDRA guy, and he let it go. We never got caught again." You haven't thought about Owen in years. You don't know if he's dead or alive. You don't even know if he remembers you. You're not sure if you want to know.

You grab a few more things from her room: a teddy bear, a few shirts, and a picture of you and her on the day she was born. Being in her space again makes your head swim, and you want to stay here forever and leave as soon as possible, all at the same time. Eventually, after combing through every nook and cranny you still know, you do leave. You say a proper goodbye to the first home you shared with Jane and the memories you made there. You're silently grateful to the apartment for holding so many treasures you would've otherwise never gotten back.

You don't know why, but you trace your steps back through one of your old routes. Joel is silent beside you and lets you lead, knowing you would never do anything to endanger him. You recount stories as you pass certain buildings or paths; he listens and asks questions about her and your shared life. Before you know it, you're on the same hill overlooking the QZ. The one where you hid with her when the Outbreak first happened. The one you sat down on and sobbed after Adam died because you had to pull yourself together before reentering. The one you buried her on.

The tree holding her has gotten bigger, its limbs stretching to the sky and the leaves a brilliant green. Seeing it thrive makes you smile just a little before you pivot and start walking to where you know she is. The sight of a fresh bouquet on her spot stops you in your tracks and makes your breath catch. All these years, you worried she would go unremembered under that big oak tree. You worried she was alone and scared. You worried and worried and worried because that's what any good parent does. The yellow flowers protecting her prove your worries wrong. You take a deep breath and grab Joel's hand before walking over to her.

"Hey bug," you start, fighting your tears, "This is Joel. He’s Sarah’s dad and he’s my… he’s my best friend." You squeeze Joel’s hand and take a shaky breath. "He takes care of me and I take care of him. So, you don’t have to worry about Mommy being lonely, okay? I’m gonna be just fine. You don’t have to be scared for me. I've got my people here just like you've got your people there. So, you just rest and I'll be okay." Now, you're really crying and there's no stopping it.

"I love you. I hope leaving didn't make you think otherwise, but I came back. I'll always come back because you're my baby. You'll always be my baby."

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mabelstone · 5 months

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hello babie

little angst fic in light of the new matt pics? gruffy stubborn horknee matt? a little christmas miracle?

love u miss u

hi sugarpie miss u more

hope this suffices <3 i couldn't think of a 'christmas miracle' i am sorry xx maybe i'll write a soft christmas fic after this

18+ ofc, you know me by now

Nobody Compares to You

matt stone x reader

word count: 2.1k

***

Being with a prolific near-billionaire with a ridiculously successful TV show and a close-to cult following has its downsides. The copious amounts of groupies, stalkers, etc, etc. Not to mention that he's the textbook definition of a workaholic, which often meant you would go days without seeing each other due to your conflicting work schedules, despite sharing the same bed each night.

You knew this going into your relationship with him and you swore you wouldn't have it any other way.

That was until you found out about the new hire at South Park Studios. A painfully beautiful, bubbly young woman around your age, funny and oh, so intelligent. To your dismay, everyone in the studio had grown very fond of her, including your beloved boyfriend. The part he failed to mention was that she was now his personal assistant, hence why she would text him at inappropriate hours and was practically glued to him each time you visited him at work on one of your days off.

You could look past the groupies and die hard fans as you knew they wouldn't ever stand a chance. But a young woman so full of life, someone who made Matt cackle the way only you and his friends could unearthed something deep inside you. An unmistakable hatred for this girl, though she hadn't done anything wrong, per se. This created a rift in your relationship with him, and though you wanted to blame her, it was painfully clear that it was your doing.

One day you'd surprised him with lunch, taking in a container of his absolute favourite meal that you'd slaved over all morning.

"Oh, thank you, gorgeous," he'd kissed you tenderly, though his words to follow suggested he wouldn't be eating it any time soon. "I wish you'd called... Belle and I just got Chinese, I'm stuffed."

Your smile faltered, peering over at the twiggy blonde tapping away at her laptop with her long, neon orange nails. "I wanted to surprise you. My mistake."

Belle looked up intermittently with an unreadable expression, "yeah, so sorry. What was your name, again?"

"Y/N," you shot her a fake smile that was about as friendly as a kick to the jaw. He mustn't talk about me often. "Ah," was all you could muster, a pang of disappointment flooding your veins.

"I'm sorry," he frowned lightly, a gentle hand taking yours. "I'll have it for dinner! You know me so well."

"So you'll be staying late again?"

"At this rate, it's a safe bet," he smiled sympathetically. He looked tired, no surprise. You sometimes selfishly wished that he'd get a bad cold or something so he'd be forced to stay home with you. "I'm really sorry."

"Meeting in five, Matt," Belle spoke up, her tone a lot friendlier than it was with you.

"I'll get out of your hair then." You didn't say bye, instead speed walked to your car, fuelled by your rage toward his assistant.

Matt: Not even going to say goodbye to me?

Matt: This isn't my fault

You: i just didn't know you were having lunch dates with your assistant

You cursed yourself straight after your message sent, realising just how ridiculous you sounded. Like a jealous teenage girl.

Matt: Lunch date? You mean having lunch with your coworker is now considered a date?

You: does she even know you have a girlfriend?

Matt: Do I really have to share my personal life with my assistant? She does, yes. What has gotten into you?

You: she gets to spend every minute of every day with you

Matt: So this is about her? Don't be so jealous, this is a work relationship.

Matt: Gotta go.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you drove home in silence, your jaw ticking in frustration. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong. Surely he would have had to pick her as his assistant, right? Why couldn't he have picked a man. Or, as awful as it sounds, a girl who wasn't so attractive. Or maybe a girl who wouldn't have graduated the same year as you.

He got home at 11pm, a bit earlier than you had anticipated. You couldn't sleep though, your mind running wild at the possibilities. With all the time spent with her and away from you, would he fall for her? Would he stop loving you? Was she planning to whisk him away from you? Was your little argument today just pushing him further into her arms?

He walked into your bedroom and didn't say a word. He walked straight into the ensuite and locked the door before you had a chance to speak, closing your mouth immediately.

When he came out, he looked visibly more relaxed, newly grown out curls dripping beads of water onto his skin. He sat in front of you on the bed, only a towel keeping him decent.

"Care to tell me what that was earlier?" His voice was stern, eyebrows slightly raised.

"You tell me," you tone was unwavering as well, arms folded across your chest.

"I wish I could," he huffed, the frustration clearly creeping back. "I can see that you're jealous. But I think theres a bit more to it, isn't there?"

"I miss you."

"Of course I miss you too. But I have to go to work. I can't control the hours!" He raised his voice slightly. Maybe there was more to this for him, too.

"We haven't had sex in two weeks, Matt," you sighed, looking toward the ceiling as that awful, sad feeling reared its ugly head again. "You used to want it- need it, every second day, at least."

"We haven't had time!" He sighed now, running a hand over his face. "I've had to... deal with it myself."

"Does your assistant have to be there for that too? Does she add it into your calendar?" You bit, meeting his eyeline again, that now had narrowed on you, angry brows knotted together.

"You are a brat, you know that?" He spat, appearing as if he were about to double over in anger.

"I'm a brat, huh?" You laughed humourlessly, shaking your head at him. "I spent all morning cooking for you. Every day I do all the cleaning after I've been working all day. I iron your clothes for the next day and have them ready for you every night before I even think to do anything for myself. Before I even have dinner!"

He just stared back, not interjecting for a change. His expression softened as he let you get it all out.

"I have done that for you for four years now! Four years! But I'm a brat, huh? All because I miss you and yes, I'm upset that you have a pretty new assistant. I'm upset that she spends all day with you, gets to have lunch and sometimes dinner with you. She gets to eat and laugh with you, all the while I come home to our house alone. I go to sleep alone and wake up alone. Do you know the things I would do to have lunch with you just once a week? The fact that I'm even explaining myself is ridiculous, I-"

Your rambling was cut short but warm lips pressing gently against yours. Your hands instantly found damp curls, fighting the urge to cry at the fact he was finally at your fingertips, and not when he was snoring beside you in the small hours. He was finally there, finally, you had his undivided attention.

His fingers quickly hooked into your panties, pulling them off in one autonomous motion. He wasted no time disconnecting your lips, positioning himself between your thighs. His warm tongue flitting over your clit sent a shockwave of electricity through your body, a sharp gasp from your lips piercing the overwhelming tension in the room. You grabbed a fistful of his hair without a second thought, grinding down onto that beautiful face. The coarseness of his beard scratched your inner thighs, sending a chill down your spine. With your eyes screwed shut, you moaned his name just as you had imagined for nights on end, his own groan vibrating against your core. You opened your eyes when you thought he'd pulled out your vibrator, soon realised it was just his phone buzzing somewhere on the bed spread. He didn't slow his motions, continuing to lick dizzying stripes across your clit. You felt around for his phone, wishing you hadn't when you saw her caller ID on the screen.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Mm, what?" His voice was muffled against you, only pulling away when you pulled your hips away. "Oh, come on. I can't control when she calls me, babe. It's probably something really important."

You realised you weren't angry at him, but absolutely livid with her. You just had a gut feeling about her. You knew girls like her, you could tell from he minute you laid eyes on here. She just wanted to climb the hierarchal ladder that was your beloved boyfriend. Unfortunately he was going to have to figure that out on his own. You couldn't help but give him the cold shoulder that night.

***

Things had slightly improved between the two of you. You'd been intimate more frequently, things often getting so steamy that one time he'd bent you over the kitchen counter, resulting in very burnt chicken for dinner.

For the sake of your own sanity, you'd stopped torturing yourself with your imagination over his beautiful assistant. He loved you, he was as faithful as they come.

Matt: I'll be home in 30 xx

He'd messaged you that two hours ago. You were worried you'd have to start calling police stations, but he finally responded to your missed calls with another text.

Matt: Long story. Talk soon.

He returned home an hour later, the door slamming behind him. You startled from where you sitting on the couch, having stress drank through half a bottle of red wine at this stage. He scooped you up from your position on the couch, eliciting a loud squeal of surprise from you, followed by the thunk of your wine glass hitting the carpet, effectively painting the rug crimson.

"Don't worry about it," he breathed against your skin. "Missed you," he trailed kisses along your jaw and neck, your breath hitching when he would hit your sweet spots.

"Mm- what happened at work? Where were you?" You grabbed his jaw in an attempt to slow him to no avail. He continued to carry you to the bedroom, physically in front of you, but mentally somewhere deep between your thighs.

"Don't worry about it," he echoed, placing you down onto the bed. You felt a little worried - he only got like this if something really stressful happened. He was usually great at talking about his feelings, especially when something happened at work.

He continued to kiss down your body, trying to strip your clothes with such haste you could barely keep up.

"Babe- stop. Stop." You huffed, finally getting a grip on his tireless wrists. "What happened? Were you with her?"

Then he came back into his body, eyes narrowing on yours. "We're seriously still on this?" He groaned, sitting back on his knees. "I fired her."

"Fired her?!" You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone, but masked the happiness very well. "Why? I thought she was a hoot, no?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now," he sighed. Catching your expression, he realised you weren't going to let up until you had the full story. "Jesus- okay, she tried to make a move on me. Happy? You were right." He rolled his eyes.

Now you were beaming. You thought you'd be more upset, but his obvious disgust debunked that thought immediately. "Say that last part again."

"You were right," he rolled his eyes again, playfully this time. "Now take off your clothes."

"Yes, sir!" You laughed too, stripping off your clothes so fast, you'd miss it if you blinked. Immediately, he was on top of you, a growing hard on pressing into your thigh.

"Nobody compares to you," he mumbled against your lips, stripping his boxers without taking his eyes off you, drinking you in. "Nobody."

His words warmed you to your core, words you didn't know you needed to hear. Despite the intensity leading up to this moment, he slid himself in slowly, stretching and filling you inch by glorious inch. You arched your back into the feeling, bare chests rubbing against one another.

"I love you," you breathed, grinding gently into him, both of your hips connecting in slow synchronicity. His warm arms surrounding you, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he kissed you slowly, "so, so much."

You felt more connected than you had in weeks, months, even. And in that moment, you too though, nobody compares to you.

you know me by now. no proof reading sozzy and this ending sucks balls... but its dry out here

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut

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gingerbreadmonsters · 8 months

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cherry leather looker

or: you're a car, you're a woman, you're a drug!

gn!reader, explicit nsfw, vincent-typical after-school shenanigans. bank me like a millionaire, baby! it’s time for some last-minute summer fun, so you know what that means… my vincent is chinese, so don’t be surprised that he’s got a bit more physical description than i usually go in for. for the wonderful rae @sri-rachaa, mutual of my heart everything i do is for her - happy birthday gorgeous girlie!! all my love, and hope you’re having a fab day <3 inspired by sugar soaker by panic! at the disco, and i wonder if you can guess why…? vincent going off-road in just over 5300 words.

i’m aware that the byline implies fem!lovely, but that’s just because that’s how the song goes lol - lovely here is entirely gender neutral, and their body (including their, um, hardware) is basically not described at all.

this fic contains explicit nsfw content, and is very, very 18+. reader discretion is advised. minors dni. thank you.

Ugh.

Studying.

Exams aren’t coming up for a while yet, but unfortunately that doesn’t mean you don’t have to study. DAMN loves to pile the work on, latent humanborns be damned, and it’s an absolute nightmare once deadlines start to roll around.

“Lovely!”

Sam’s been tutoring you every Friday for a few months now, keeping you hostage once a week for an hour or two after classes, and it’s awful. He’s not bad at it, he’s just kind of boring, you know? He’s so good at this stuff that he doesn’t really know how to teach it very well, so he ends up doing that infuriating thing where he just reads stuff out of the textbook, nods like of course you’ll have understood that, and moves onto the next thing. It’s infuriating!

You’ve got to be at his place in, like, twenty minutes - normally Vincent would come and pick you up, but he’s got some meeting in town with a client, so Sam’s coming to get you instead. It’s not fair! When Vincent comes to pick you up, he always lets you choose the music, and he brings one of the cars that’s fast enough to get you there in half the time, so he can make out with you in the back seat for ten minutes before you have to go. Sam? Uh, no thanks, for several reasons. Long story short, you’re really not looking forward to studying with him tonight-

“Tianxin!”

…Wait, what?

The car park isn’t full, but it’s certainly not empty. It must be, what, about half twelve? Quarter to one? You’ve just come out of your Introductory Mental Disciplines lecture and your brain is kind of fried - Professor Albright’s a wonderful teacher, but he can be a little… intense, to put it lightly - so it’s not exactly a surprise that it takes you a minute to figure out where that voice is coming from.

“Lovely! Over here!”

Hazard lights flash behind you, and a good handful of other students turn with you to see - ah. Yeah, okay. You really should have known. Vincent Solaire, the picture of romance, big round sunglasses perched amid gracefully-dishevelled hair, waving madly from the driver’s seat of a very red, very shiny, very expensive convertible.

“Get in!”

Well, he certainly doesn’t have to tell you twice.

He’s already got his foot on the pedal as you slam the door shut, chucking your backpack over onto the back seat, and he pulls you in for a breathless kiss while clumsy hands fumble with your seatbelt. As soon as he hears it click, that’s it - before you really know what’s going on, you’re racing out of the car park and down the road out of town, music all the way up and pedal all the way down.

“How did - where-” You’re still a bit dizzy from the speed of it all - how the hell is he here? “What happened to your meeting?”

“Got Alexis to do it,” he says breezily, one hand reaching up to adjust the rearview mirror before slipping down to sit high on your thigh. “I just about stopped Fred catching her and Christian having some fun in the dining room after the clan meeting a few weeks ago, so she owes me one.”

Ah. That would explain why Vincent couldn’t keep a straight face when Sam’s mate had asked if he knew why the dining room table was away for repairs the other day. You don’t really want to know what he told them.

“Actually, that reminds me!” Regrettably, he takes his hand off you to put his sunglasses on properly - only Vincent would be caught wearing sunglasses at night unironically, just because they look cool, baby, look! He does an awkward sort of wriggle as he fishes his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, tossing it lightly into your lap. “Can you check if it’s on silent, please?”

“Yeah, hold on. It’s… no, it’s not.” It only takes a few seconds - you offer it back to him, but he shakes his head, so you just put it in the centre console. “Why?”

“Because…” Vincent’s grin gets impossibly bigger, laughing as you race down the A-road that leads into the woods surrounding Dahlia. “I’d know that old thing a mile away. Say hello, lovely!”

He flashes the hazards again, sticking two fingers in his mouth for a piercing wolf-whistle before flipping off the truck going the other w- hold on, that’s Sam’s truck, why’s he heading out now if you’re meant to be-

“Better luck next time, old man!” Vincent shouts over his shoulder, and there’s that vampire hearing - true to form, his phone lights up with an incoming call, the familiar piano loud as it vibrates. “Finders keepers!”

Twisting round in your seat, you laugh as Sam’s truck disappears when you turn the corner, leaning over to kiss Vincent’s temple partly in shock, but mostly in elation. “Breaking me out of prison, hmm?”

“For you, baobei?” He threads his fingers between yours, that lovesick look you know so wonderfully well, gently pulling your hand to press his lips to your wrist. “I’m stealing you all for myself.”

His other hand flicks the left indicator on, which is a bit of a surprise. Isn’t home in the other direction? “Are we not…?”

He scoffs theatrically, and it’s unfair that he can make it sound so cute. “Going home? No. What’d you wanna do that for?” Your phone starts buzzing, Sam clearly having given up on Vincent answering, but you both ignore it. “I thought we could, uh, go on a little adventure tonight. Just us.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” He flushes slightly at your tone, cheeks slowly turning pink, and your smile widens as he deliberately avoids your eyes in the mirror. “Last time we went ‘adventuring’, we ended up fucking up the suspension so much that even you said you were gonna have to pay someone to fix it. Sure you wanted to bring this car?”

“I - you-!” Flustered, he stabs clumsily at the centre console, pointedly turning the volume up even as his blush deepens and deepens with your wicked laughter. “ Just- just pick a song!”

The drive isn’t too long, all things considered - it’s only about an hour, maybe a bit more. It’s not like the roads are all that busy at 1am, you know? At first, you’re not really sure where he might be taking you, but about twenty minutes in he turns down onto the coast road, and it clicks.

“At this hour? It’ll be freezing!” He really thinks he’s slick, doesn’t he? And okay, yeah, he kind of is, but there’s no way you’re telling him that. Got to keep him on his toes, after all.

“Mmm, it will be, won’t it?” Up ahead, the lights turn red at the junction. Ever a man of opportunity, he wastes no time - the car’s barely stopped before he’s kissing you, one hand under your jaw and the other sliding down to rub teasingly over your hip. “Gonna keep - nnng - gonna keep me warm, lovely?”

“Haahh-” Soft, always so soft. Pulling slightly against your seatbelt, closer closer closer - ooh, is that strawberry chapstick? Between the fizz of his hands on your skin and the sweetness of his mouth against yours, it’s kind of hard to come up with a coherent response. “Yeah, mmm, yeah, just- hm?”

Unfortunately, he breaks what was shaping up to be a very nice kiss as a motorbike speeds past, straight over the junction. Oh. Right, yeah, the traffic lights. You’d sort of forgotten about that. Thank goodness there’s nobody else behind you. Vincent’s gaze meets yours, washed in green light, lips already slightly pinker than normal - you’re so tempted to ask if you can pull over. Come on, nobody’s looking. Just for five minutes?

(Well, maybe ten. Fifteen. Twenty? Maybe just a bit longer-)

The glovebox clicking open knocks you out of your pleasant reverie, watching Vincent rifle awkwardly through the mess of CD cases before extracting a half-empty bottle of chewing gum.

“Want some?” He rattles the jar towards you, popping two in his mouth before grimacing in surprise. “Wait, this-”

Pushing his sunglasses back up into his hair, he looks properly at the label this time, and you’re not saying his age is catching up to him, but… “Fuck, I forgot I ran out of strawberry.” Undeterred, he takes a third one before handing you the bottle, stepping on the pedal as you put it back in the glovebox. “I think it’s spearmint? Peppermint? Oh, I don’t know - the one Lexi had the other day.”

“Did she get it for you?” You’re surprised. When Alexis and Vincent buy things for each other, they’re normally one of two things: specifically designed to make the other’s life noticeably worse, or costing at least several thousand dollars. Somehow, you doubt that this particular jar of chewing gum was either of those things, but Alexis Solaire is nothing if not full of surprises.

“Nah. Nicked it off her desk,” he declares, looking far too pleased with himself as he flicks the indicator down. “She likes that awful cinnamon-flavoured shit more anyway, so really I’m doing her a favour.”

(Yeah, okay. That sounds more like the pair of them. You won’t mention the industrial-sized roll of tin foil that you saw her and Christian dragging into Vincent’s room at Will’s house.)

Humming along to the CD player, he turns off down one of the side roads - you know the sort, one of those that’s not really a road at all, just a sort of gap in the hedgerow. It’s just dirt, and it’s kind of bumpy, but it gives Vincent an excuse to go and fuss over his precious paintwork, so he’s fine with it. Sam complains about it every time he comes down here, but that’s what you get when the suspension on your truck is practically prehistoric, isn’t it?

“Wanna go inside for a bit? Or straight out to the back?”

“Uh…” As nice as the house is - and make no mistake, it’s really nice - you’d rather get straight to it. It’s not everyday you get to spend some time at a place like this. “Straight through?”

“Sure.”

The house belongs to William, but it’s not associated with the business as one of the actual, like, ‘Solaire Properties’. Really, it’s just for family or clan stuff - you’ve been down here several times before, mostly for birthdays or celebrations or whatever. Vincent’s never gone into too much detail, but from what you’ve heard about William’s life before the whole rich-vampire-king palaver, he’s always liked the sea. He loved it from afar, as Vincent puts it, but you gather that he never really had much of a chance to enjoy it.

That’s why he bought this place, apparently - a long-held dream fulfilled, and you’re not going to begrudge him that. It’s not very easy for vampires to really do beach holidays. Good on him for finding a convenient (if eye-wateringly expensive) way to do it.

(When she’d mentioned it to you the first time, Alexis had called it a nice little summer house. Your definitions of ‘nice’ and ‘little’ clearly aren’t quite the same. For starters, you probably wouldn’t include a multi-million dollar beachfront property in one of the most beautiful places on the California coast, but apparently that just shows how much you know. Turns out the dollar really is almighty, and William Solaire certainly has a lot of them.)

“Hope you brought your swimsuit, baby,” he says innocently, fiddling with his phone and unlocking the gates. His wry grin betrays him, though - he forgets every time that you can still see him in the rearview mirror. “Water’s nice, this time of year.”

“You little…” Oh, he’s going to be for it in a minute. “Who on earth do you know that brings a swimsuit to a Dreamwalking lecture?”

“My lovely, caught unaware? Surely not!” He gasps in faux surprise, now not even trying to hide the smirk spreading across his face. “I reckon you had this planned, you know.”

“Yeah?” This should be good. “And how did I do that, hmm?”

“Oh, it’s very simple,” he proclaims, free hand gracefully pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them in his shirt pocket as he turns down the drive. “You’ve lured me out here with your effortless charm and stunning good looks, with the promise of getting to take a swim all alone with my gorgeous lovely, only to turn on your heel and deprive me of the one thing I’ve been looking forward to all week.“ It’s unfair how cute that stupid pout of his is, sighing plaintively as he laments your supposed scheming. "You’re so mean to me, you know that?”

“Am I, now?” It’s always fun, playing along with him. “I’m sorry, my love,” you say mournfully, leaning across to press a kiss to his cheek and smiling as he tries not to blush. “However could I make it up to you?”

“Well, I do know one way we could make this work…” he says, valiantly ignoring the flush slowly spreading across his face at the absolutely shameless once-over he gives you. “I mean, you don’t have to be wearing anyth- hey!”

“Nice try, loverboy,” you announce, haughtily settling your newly-acquired sunglasses atop your head. “Like hell you’re getting me in there with nothing on - it’s fucking freezing!”

Vincent sighs, plaintive and airy, like it being 1am and pitch-black outside shouldn’t matter. Ooh, he’s lucky he’s so pretty. “Too bad, sha gua, too bad. Guess I’ll have to find some other way to get you w- okay! I’m st- I’m stopping!”

Bastard. One-handed, he bats away your hands from his hair as he pulls up by the sand, fingers flexing on the wheel when you manage to get just close enough to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Rude.” He huffs, giving you that stupid, cute pout that really shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. “I thought that was pretty good, actually.”

You give him a look. “I’m not sure pick-up lines have ever been - hey - waitwaitwait!”

You’re never going to be used to that vampire strength, are you? The angle is ridiculous, but his hands lock around your waist before you can protest, and somehow he manages to manoeuvre you over the centre console and into his lap without too much fuss.

Vincent opens his mouth, smug as anything, but he only manages a sort of garbled half-noise before your hand quickly shuts him up.

“That does not count as a pick-up line!”

He stares, cross-eyed, down at your hand for a surprised second, before petulantly trying to lick your palm in retaliation. Luckily, you’re wise to his tricks by now - you pull your hand away just in time and fix him with the best glare you can muster, although it’s probably undercut by the fact that you’re trying really hard not to laugh.

Undeterred, he smirks up at you, brushing the hair out of his face with a satisfied flourish.

“Yeah, but you thought it was hot.”

Fuck. He’s right. You stutter into an excuse for a second, but it doesn’t come - instead, you just slide your hands up his chest, over his shoulders and up to his jaw, before just leaning down and kissing him. It always works.

True to form, he melts into your touch, letting you kiss the mint-flavoured smirk right off his face with a pleased sigh. Quick fingers twist into the fabric of your shirt, and you’re just running your tongue over his bottom lip when-

“Wait - just - just a sec-”

He pulls back unexpectedly, reaching over and fumbling around in the glovebox for a second, one hand holding your hip to keep you balanced in his lap, before extricating an old receipt. Neatly, he drops his gum into the paper, folding it in half to stick it to itself before depositing it into the cupholder to throw away later.

“Okay!” He grins up at you, blindingly beautiful, and you almost have to blink away the sunspots in your eyes. “Where were we, again?”

This time, you don’t bother trying to hide your laugh - instead, you just muffle it in his shoulder, letting him nip affectionately at your neck against the gentle sound of waves lapping at the sand. “Hate you.”

“Yeah,” he replies airily, and you don’t need to look to see his smile. “Hate you too.”

You pull back and he ducks his head slightly to kiss you again, tongue brushing lightly against your lip until you tilt your head slightly to - yeah, that’s a better angle. Vaguely, you’re aware of him guiding your legs around his waist, and you can feel him standing up and getting out of the car, but most of it is forgotten as the warm haze of his kisses swirls through your brain and makes your fingers go all tingly.

Although your eyes are closed, you can tell that he’s walking somewhere from the movement of his body against you, the sound of sand under his feet, but where’s he going? Into the house? Cracking one eye open, you can see the dark shape of the garage in front of you - so he’s heading towards the water, then. Wait, but why would he - oh, no fucking way-

“Mm - mmf!” Swallowing a giggle at his stunned face, you wriggle out of his arms with a sharp twist and a burst of vampiric speed, before turning and scrambling away across the sand. Shocked, he’s not quite quick enough to grab your arm as you dodge out of the way, and he laughs in surprise as you make him chase you further and further towards the sea.

“Oh, I don’t - I don’t think so-!”

“Catch me if you can!”

As fast as you’re going, it’s basically no distance at all until you’re splashing into the shallow water. Spray kicks up around your ankles, soaking into your shoes and socks, but it can’t weigh you down. You dance out of his way regardless, heart pounding giddily as adrenaline rushes through your body, dipping your hand down to flick water at him whenever he looks in danger of getting slightly too close.

“Still - fuck! - still too slow!” He almost manages to snatch the back of your shirt, and you stick your tongue out at his wounded expression as you back up into the slightly deeper water. “See, I told you I was faster…”

“You - get - get back here!”

He lunges for your waist, but he’s too slow - with a splash, he topples through the space where you used to be and goes face first into the freezing water. Luckily, it’s deep enough that he doesn’t just hit the ground, and you wade gingerly towards him as your body starts to register the cold.

“Lovely!” Spitting out a mouthful of seawater, you’re met with the distinctly-bedraggled shape of a very wet Vincent Solaire, blinking the salt out of his eyes. The shock of the cold water forces the breath out of him, but for some reason it can’t make him any less unfairly attractive. You don’t bother to hide your satisfied smirk at the sight of him raking his soaked hair out of his face with one hand, white t-shirt now slightly see-through and clinging to his chest.

“You - you!” he gasps, pointing accusingly at you with as stern a glare as he can muster. “Oh, when I get my hands on you, I-”

He’s cut off by your gleeful kiss, throwing yourself through the waist-deep water at him and knowing that he’ll catch you. Mmm, he’s such a sucker.

“Yeah?” you say between kisses. “You’ll what?”

“I…”

After a pause, he shrugs half-heartedly and gives in to let you kiss him again. “Probably - mmm - yeah, uh, probably that…”

Moonlight sparkles on the water as he clutches you tighter, drinking in the familiar taste of you. Cold currents come and go, but neither of you really notice, far too swept up in each other for it to matter - besides, the warmth of his body against yours is more than enough to keep you happy.

After a little while, he moves to kiss slowly down your neck, leaning you back slightly in his arms to get a better angle. Your fingers tangle in his hair, dark and dripping, and he sighs happily against your skin when you pull slightly, just the way he likes.

“Tianshi…” he murmurs, fangs digging gently into your skin because he knows it makes you shiver. “You shouldn’t tease, you know.”

“Mm, you started it,” you reply. “Whose good idea was it to go swimming in the middle of the night, again?”

“Hm.” You can feel him pouting, muttering quietly into your shoulder. “Like ‘m giving up my lovely for some stupid tutoring.”

He makes a good point. This is much nicer than whatever boring textbook questions Sam was supposed to be making you do right now. In your magnificent generosity, you reward your saviour with a benevolent kiss to his temple, before your hand trails down over his neck, his shoulder, across his-

“Did you-?”

“Hm?” Tilting back just a little, he looks down at himself like he’s as surprised as you are that his shirt has disappeared. “Oh, yeah.”

Biting back a laugh, you smack his arm with a quiet slap. “Now who’s the tease?”

“What? Do you like wearing wet jeans?” he asks smugly, smirking as he hears your heart speed up - the dark water comes up to about his waist, so you dread to think what other bits of clothing he’s got rid of while you weren’t looking. “That’s what I thought.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, patting him on the shoulder in consolation. “Remind me to send him flowers when we get back.”

“Who said he taught me? You don’t know! I could’ve, um-”

His cry of indignance is swiftly cut off by your flat stare. You know exactly where he got this from. After a brief stand-off, he sighs in apparent defeat, bending down slightly to scoop you up so that he’s properly carrying you. “Yeah, it was Gavin.”

“Knew it!” you sing, cheerfully kicking your legs as he starts to walk back out of the water, up towards the sand. “You think I haven’t seen him trying it with Freelancer before?”

He pretends to sulk, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “And here I thought you were looking at me…” The sand crunches quietly underfoot as he carries you towards the car, and the slight breeze is pleasantly cool against your warm skin. “What do I have to do to get your attention, hm?”

Sneaking a downwards glance, you raise an eyebrow. Turns out he wasn’t lying about the jeans. “I could think of a few things.”

“Only a few?” He scoffs, before leaning down to press his fangs to that sweet spot just under your jaw. “Keep up, tianxin, and you’ll get more than that.”

A burst of magic fizzles over your body, warm and crackling shivers from head to toe. Before you can blink, you’re both completely dry, and one look at him tells you exactly what you need to know - ooh, he’s been practising that one. He preens under your gaze, tossing his head proudly to flick his now-dry hair back out of his eyes.

God. He’s so pretty.

The walk back to the car isn’t far, but he doesn’t put you down - instead, he opts to lean down and lay you gently back against the hood, kissing you down against the warm, smooth metal. Back arched slightly over his arm, it’s a little uncomfortable, so you have to shift around a little bit in order to-

“Mmm…”

Maybe he thinks it was on purpose, or maybe he knows and he just doesn’t care - whatever the case, he rocks his hips back down to meet you, and that’s when you notice that he’s got rid of your clothes, too.

“Haah - Vincent!”

He doesn’t even have the good grace to look appropriately chastised at your muffled shout, just grabbing your wrists before you can try to slap his side and pinning them above your head with a devilish smile. Any protest you may have had quickly disappears when he grinds against you, thin cotton all that separates you, melting into a soft moan that drips off your fangs and runs down your chin.

“What - nnng! - what’s the matter, lovely?” he says, breathless. “Having second thoughts about your study session?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Lost in the heat and the hardness of him, it’s getting more and more difficult to put words together. “Think you - mmm, think you should persuade me…”

You don’t have to tell him twice - the world blurs around you as he lifts you up, depositing you on the passenger seat as he slips down to kneel in the footwell, and you hastily grab his shoulder in surprise as he presses the little button on the seat, sliding it back to give himself a little more room.

“We have - fuck! We have a bed in - inside!” Your half-hearted protests go ignored in favour of strong hands impatiently tearing the rest of your clothes away, shredded fabric littering the floor beside him. God, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

He lifts one dark eyebrow, challenging, although he can’t quite keep his eyes on your face. “You want me to wait?”

“No, no, this is - no, this is fine-!”

Words melt away as he eagerly grabs your hips, pulling you forwards to the edge of the seat and burying his face in you with a long, drawn-out moan. Mmm, he really doesn’t waste any time - your fingers unconsciously find their way back into his hair again, twisting and tugging with every flick of his tongue, sloppy, sticky kisses that make your cheeks burn and your insides twist with need. Your nails digging into his scalp only seem to encourage him, wonderfully warm as he licks a slow, burning trail all the way down before speeding back up until you’re shuddering in his enthusiastic hold.

“I - oh, I - ahhh…”

Almost too fast for you to notice, a tiny burst of magic swirls around his fingers - oh, you definitely remember Gavin teaching him that one. Gently, he eases his middle finger into you, stretching you ever so sweetly, and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle what you’re sure would be an embarrassingly loud whine.

“Baby…” Vincent clearly disagrees, though, nudging your legs up over his shoulders and nipping at the soft inside of your thigh in disappointed reprimand. “Wanna hear!”

A graceful hand runs blindly up your body to tug your hand away from your mouth, depositing it firmly back in his hair where it belongs. You can’t complain - and even if you wanted to, the high-pitched keen that fills your mouth as a second finger slips inside you leaves no room for objection.

It doesn’t help that even like this, he’s still so fucking beautiful - crescent-moon eyes closed, groaning in pleasure at the taste of you, achingly hard but refusing to let go of you even for a second. Your head falls back against the headrest, back bowing as you roll your hips slightly, and the change in angle lets his fingertips press just right - fuck, just right against that spot inside you that makes your breath stick in your chest and your eyes go all blurry.

“Yeah?” The look he gives you is wicked, filthy grin all smeared and sticky. Fuck, he sounds absolutely wrecked, words lazy and languid as he kisses the words into you. “Right there, xingan?”

You nod frantically, nails scraping harsh lines into the tanned skin of his shoulders. He hisses with the pleasurable sting, and you watch them fade and heal over almost as fast as you can make them. “Mm-hmm, mmm, yeah-!”

It’s too much - deft fingers curling and stroking, the vibrations of his voice thrumming over you, all warm and wet and messy. Fuck, it feels like your whole body is burning, trembling in his grip, skinbuzzing like a livewire. The leather underneath you sticks and catches as you writhe under Vincent’s attention, and a flood of heat rushes through you at the reminder that you’re just out here in the open, entirely at his mercy.

“I - oh, fuck,” you gasp out, curved forwards over him as your body greedily tries to pull him impossibly closer. “It - ahh, it’s-”

“I know, baby - I know,” he chokes out, sounding almost as desperate as you feel. “Come on, come on, lovely - nng, please!” Mouth full, sentences all slurring together as he buries himself in you, it’s enough to make you wail with each breath, the delicious stretch of his fingers and the sharp tease of his fangs. “Please, want it, I wanna see-”

He strokes his thumb over your thigh, silent question obvious as he looks pleadingly up at you - you must nod, or tell him yes, yes of course, because the next thing you know is the white-hot ecstasy of the bite, needy and glittering, and all of a sudden you’re falling apart. Legs trembling, eyes slammed shut as you sob through your orgasm, all you know is the familiar kiss of Vincent’s mouth on you, strong hands trailing warm, comforting patterns over your skin, and the distant sound of your own cries.

For a long moment, you’re floating, a joyful balloon on a satisfied string. Vincent takes you in his hands with a soft smile, and slowly pulls you back down to earth.

When you finally blink back to yourself, you’re slumped loose and heavy over Vincent’s shoulder, flopped forwards against where he’s kneeling up in front of your seat. He hums quietly as he feels you stir, one hand smoothing comforting circles into your back, and you nestle your face into the side of his neck with a pleased sigh.

“Back with me, baobei?”

“Mm,” you say eloquently. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He kisses the side of your head before tenderly nudging you backwards a little bit, giving himself a bit more room to clamber out of the footwell. He almost manages it, too - the effect is ruined slightly when he trips over the lip of the floor, stumbling awkwardly into the open door and nearly smacking his face against the handle, and you giggle at the indignant glare he shoots at the side of the car.

“Ooh. Smooth.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbles, though there’s no heat behind it. “Only the best for you, xiaogongju.”

You take his offered hand with a flourish, letting him guide you up and out of the seat and onto shaky legs - after a few steps, he decides to take matters into his own hands and just lifts you up into his arms like a bride, your head back on his shoulder. From here, you gaze idly out at the dark line where the sky brushes the sea, just barely visible even to your enhanced eyes, and let yourself rest in the gentle sound of the waves.

(A quick look back shows you - oh, that’s going to be a bitch to clean out of the leather. Whatever. It was worth it.)

“Love you,” you murmur through your hazy smile, fingers brushing back and forth over the dips and hollows of his collarbone. “Gonna get you back later.”

“Love you too, baby.” Waves lapping at the sand, salt and heat and happiness, the chill of the breeze. “I look forward to it already.”

He catches your lips in a short kiss, sweet and soft and painted in moonlight. Vincent carries you into the house, closing the door behind you, and all you can think is that this is much, much better than a study session.

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starcrossedxwriter · 6 months

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I’m curious have Els and Michael ever done GQs couple quiz? I was just watching them, and I got to wondering about them. Lol 😂, cause Travis and Kylie’s was an absolute mess, but I loved Teyana Taylor and Iman and of course Nip & LL.

I loveeeeeee GQ's couple's quizzes, they are hilarious. They 100% have done it! And here's my attempt cause in my mind, they give a more relatable and fun Ciara and Russell (if you saw their's?) LOL Thanks, Anon!

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“Hey this is Michael B. Jordan.”

“And Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, and we are playing GQ’s Couple Quiz.”

“You ready?” He asked, his hand resting on her thigh.

“Born ready, I’ll start.” Charlotte lifted up the questions to make sure he couldn’t see them. Little did GQ know, they had a wager going on who knew the other the best and Charlotte was not about to lose. “Ok, this is a soft ball starter, when’s my birthday and what’s my sign?”

Michael rolled his eyes, “May 4, which makes you a…” he paused. Charlotte knew he had to think about that one because Michael could care less about Zodiac signs and astrology. “I’m 95% sure that’s a Taurus so I’m gonna go with my gut on that one.”

“Yea, I’m a Taurus… a textbook one too.”

“I don’t know what that means, Els.”

“I’ll explain it to you later. Aight, that’s two points for you cause that was two questions. Oh this’s a good one. What’s my dream travel destination?”

“The Maldives.” He answered quickly.

“Yep. You know I’m waiting for you to plan that right?” She asked with the sweetest smile that made Michael want to abandon the interview and take her there right then. “I kinda thought that would be our baby moon but no such luck.”

Michael chuckled and shook his head. “You know I thought about it?”

Charlotte's jaw dropped. “So where's my proper baby moon at?? Because I haven't to sink a single toe in the sand of the Maldives." Her tone was one of playful confusion. "Wait til he tells y'all where he took me to instead of the Maldives??"

Michael bowed his head as his shoulders shook with laughter. "It's gonna sound bad in comparison BUT I didn't think it was safe to go that far and her doc didn't agree. So we went to a gorgeous resort in Cabo." He raised his hands in surrender. "You already had my nerves shot for those 9 months, wasn't gonna add to that."

She let out a cackling laugh. “I had your nerves shot and you were getting on mine so glad we didn’t add that stress to it. Cabo was a lot of fun though.”

“Yea it was. Babymoon #2, Maldives - I promise."

Little did she know, Michael already had it planned for her upcoming birthday.

"Well that means I'm never going, I guess," she mumbled. Michael had routinely been talking her ear off about having another baby, as if two rambunctious twin boys were not more than enough for them. But he desperately wanted a baby girl.

"That's a conversation for later but But don’t worry, Maldives are comin’. I promise.” Charlotte did a little happy dance in her seat. “Aight, next question.”

“What’s a hobby of mine that most people wouldn’t know?”

“You love to bake. And my training regime hates it,” he joked.

“Yes! I would’ve also taken crocheting but I haven’t done that in a while. Oh this one is hard. What was the first musical I performed as a lead in?”

“Ok I gotta work it backward in my mind.”

“Actually, I’ll give you a bonus if you answer that one and name all the shows I’ve been the lead in.”

“Okkkkkk. Most recent was The Lighthouse, got my baby her first Tony, of which I know there’ll be more. Before you left New York, you were the lead in Chicago. Then you were in the company of a couple shows. At Juilliard, you were the lead in Oklahoma, one of the few freshman to get a lead in a spring production,” Charlotte did a mini bow to the camera as she laughed. “But you were the lead in every spring show every year so Oklahoma, Funny Girl, Rent, and Kinky Boots. But your fist lead role was senior year as Cinderella in your high school production.”

“Damnnnnnn…” They shared a high five. “That deserves hella points cause that’s hard as hell. I’ll give you two for that one. What am I scared of?”

“Spiders and scary movies. Pretty sure if I ever did a horror movie, that’s the one premiere you wouldn’t go to.”

“Correct, you’d be on your own buddy. Ummm, oh this is a good one, what’s my favorite food? You’ve had this question before though.”

He laughed. “And I learned that it wasn’t my bolognese - utterly heartbroken by that by the way - but it’s still pizza. All the girl eats is pizza.”

“Correct. Oh this’s hilarious,” she laughed. “Who is my celebrity crush?”

“Mannnn..." Michael grunted at the mere premise of the question. "Well, obviously me but I will say you went into a deep fan girl space the time you met Denzel and George Clooney.”

“I mean every woman watching would revert to their 16 year old fan girl self in the presence of those two. But correct. Denzel is actually a friend now, we have him and Paulette over for dinner a lot so I’ve chilled out significantly. Um who’s my favorite actor?”

“Me.”

“He’s a bit conceded,” she joked to the camera. “Bonus point if you get whose number two on that list?”

“Mahershala Ali.”

“Good job. But you’re number 1 all day, baby.”

“Oh I wasn’t worried about that at all.”

“Ok, last one, what’s my favorite sleeping position?”

“When I sleep like draped across your chest.”

Charlotte made a buzzer noise and shook her head. “The question was MY favorite, not yours.”

“That ain’t your favorite too??”

“Absolutely not,” she doubled over in laughter at the pure look of offense on his face. “I’m sorry, baby but like when you’re at your Adonis or Killmonger weight, you are hella heavy. My side of the bed is basically also his.”

“It’s been 6 years, why you ain’t say shit?” Michael was genuinely surprised.

Charlotte shrugged. “Cause you sleep best that way and I like that it makes you happy.” Her tone signaled that she was not simply saying that for the cameras but she actually meant it.

“That’s really sweet, babe. So what’s your favorite?”

“Umm when we’re traveling and apart, I sleep on my stomach with like one leg half out of the covers… and in the middle of the bed so I can like sprawl out.”

“Noted. Ok how’d I do, baby?”

“11 points… that was pretty good! Pretty sure I’m not gonna do as good but let’s see.”

“Aight. Oh ok, how many movies have I been in?”

Charlotte’s mouth fell open. “Ok that’s not fair! Did you pay someone to write these questions?? That’s hella hard. Um… are we counting the ones where you were just a cameo?”

“Why not and I’ll give you a bonus if you name the first movie I was lead in?”

“Ok if we’re counting cameos, I’m 95% sure it’s 20 or 21. And your first lead was Fruitvale Station, though you could make a case for Chronicle but that was more of an ensemble cast so I would go with Fruitvale.”

“Damn you’re good! I don’t even know the number exactly but 20 sounds right so you get both points.”

Charlotte wiped her hand across her forehead and said “Whew. Cause it wasn’t looking good for me for a sec.”

“What’s my least favorite food?”

Charlotte laughed. “You have a visceral, and do mean, visceral hatred for Brussels sprouts.”

“Correct. Hate them so much. Umm in the similar vein, what’s my ideal cheat meal when I’m training?”

Charlotte smiled. “Whew, ok you got a lot but I feel like it depends on where we are? Like when we’re in Philly, it’s a cheesesteak, easy. But when we’re in New York, it's pizza from Prince St. and those cookies from that bakery in Lower Manhattan… can’t remember the name. And honestly, when we’re home, you love a huge breakfast spread and anything with carbs. Oh and donuts from that spot in downtown.”

“Damn Els! You get two points for that. Very spot on. Umm how do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Charlotte laughed. “Well, we don’t really argue much but when you’re upset it’s fairly easy to tell cause you call me Charlotte, which he literally never does any other time.”

“Correct. What’s my biggest pet peeve that you do?”

Charlotte grimaced. “Umm when I don’t take my health or safety seriously… or as serious as you would want me to. That causes like 95% of the rare arguments we do have.”

“Yep. Oh this one is kinda hard because I don’t think you can ever remember the date. What day did I propose?”

Charlotte leaned into the arm of her chair. “Oof that is hard. Well the world thinks we got engaged in June around the Tonys cause that’s the first time I wore my ring in public. But fun fact everyone, we got engaged in March. That week was a blur of you know… trauma and near death experiences,” she chuckled, her joke falling flat with her husband. “It’s been six years, we still can’t joke about it??”

“Nah we can’t.”

“Well, I’m the one that almost croaked so I feel like I can joke about it a little,” she argued with a smile. “But anywhoooo, you proposed on March 5. Wait, no! March 6 because it was like 2 am the Thursday after the premiere of the show on our balcony in New York. Best night of my life.”

He leaned forward and kissed her hand and winked at her, causing her to blush.

“Good job. What do I consider to be our first date?”

She chuckled. “Ok well we have different opinions on this but you consider our first date to be that steakhouse we went to after filming one night in Philly. But I consider our first date to be our actual first date, that art walk in the summer. I don’t think I ever learned why you think Philly was our first date?”

Michael merely shrugged nonchalantly. “Cause that night made me fall in love with you. From that date forward, my heart was yours. The art walk was just when you finally caught up,” he winked at her, shaking her knee a bit.

“You never told me that. Stop saying these sweet things and making me want to cry,” she moaned, wiping away a stray tear.

“She cries at basically everything,” Michael fake whispered to the camera causing Charlotte to playfully scoff.

“Next question!”

“What’s my favorite nickname to call you? Bonus question if you tell me which of the ones you call me is my favorite?”

“Your favorite to call me is honey bee but you call me Els the most, which I love. And umm I don’t know the second one, everyone in the family calls you Bakari so I doubt that’s it. And baby is so basic? I call you ‘love’ a lot but I don’t know… you tell me.”

“I really like it when you call me ‘Kari.”

In her utter confusion, for a moment, Charlotte forgot they were surrounded by cameras. “That can’t be right,” she laughed. “I called you that like once in our entire relationship when we wer-“ she stopped herself mid-sentence as she realized he was teasing her and she was about to put alllllll their business on front street. “I really hate you, you know that right?”

He actually almost fell out of his seat in laughter as Charlotte shook her head and covered her face with her cards in embarrassment.

Her mind floated back to once years ago when Michael made her squirt for the first time. He had been fucking her so hard and for so long she could barely formulate thoughts, let alone sentences. And as he demanded she scream his name over and over again, she shortened it to Kari out of pure necessity because she could barely say more than a syllable at a time. He teased her relentlessly afterward.

“Impossible.” He winked at her. “Ok let’s get this back on track. Who’s my favorite athlete?”

“Forever and always , Kobe.”

“Right. What’s my favorite thing to cook?”

“Bolognese… and you got good at some other homemade pasta sauces like pesto during the pandemic that you still like to do.”

“Right. Aight, last one, oh this is a good one, what has been my favorite role and movie I’ve played in my career?”

Charlotte mused for a moment. “Oof that is actually hard. I mean the easy answer is Adonis because you’ve spent the longest with him and I think you’ve valued watching your own career and who you are growing and evolving along with him? And you know, you got me outta that deal which is pretty great.” She joked. “But I think Killmonger and Black Panther will always hold a special place in your heart. Not just because of Chad but because that role was a stretch in terms of who he was and the darkness in him. He challenged you in a lot of new ways as an actor, I think And because of the cultural significance of that movie and the bond it created with Ryan and the entire cast. I’ve never seen you or quite frankly any cast with as close of a bond with each other as you all do. I mean I’ve watched you do 100 press tours and that was the first one you were genuinely sad to have end. And you know, while I would love to see Killmonger back, I think even if you never get the chance to pick that character up again, I think the experience of that character will stick with you forever.”

She rubbed his arm gently as she spoke.

“Yea you get a point for that. Not sure which of those I would choose either but the reasoning for both is super spot on. I think that’s, you know, what I value most about those two roles and projects specifically. Those are definitely the top two. Good job, baby girl. “That’s it! Who won??” Michael immediately inquired of the producer behind the camera.

“You actually tied so you both win.”

They leaned in and kissed each other. “Good job, baby. I guess we both have to pay up.”

“Fine by me,” Charlotte winked at him.

“Wanna tell us what you all wagered?” the producer asked.

The couple laughed and shook their heads. “Nope, nice try though.”

Michael winked at his wife before the producer yelled cut.

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Thanks for the ask!! I love these so much lol

#black writers #michael b jordan #michael b jordan x oc #mbjordanedit #michael b jordan x reader #black panther #michael b jordan fanfic #creed 3 #adonis creed #creed iii

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primalmagic · 11 days

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stars in the noon sky

linh's coming over, marella's room is a mess, and she's just a little bit stressed about her mom.

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Marella tightens the red bow in her hair for the one millionth time, humming softly to her favorite song. It'd been playing on repeat for an hour now, but she hadn't been paying attention- her mind was occupied with... something else.

Finally satisfied with how she looks, she closes a cabinet door. As she wipes a suspicious stain off of her mirror, a sharp knock echoes across the bathroom walls.

"Marella, darling, what have you been doing in the bathroom for so long?" Caprise's clipped and unfocused voice floats through the door.

Fuck.

"Nothing, Mom! Do you need anything?"

"I want to take a bath."

"You alright took two baths today," she frowns, nearing the door.

"I want to take a bath," Her mother repeats stubbornly.

She unlocks the door and lets her mother in. It was one of her mom's good days anyway, and the last thing she wants to do is make things worse. See, ever since she had manifested and started throwing fireballs everywhere, something had shifted between the two of them. Because yes, she'd stood up for Marella, but now she was more... skittish around her. Maybe she was reading into it too much, but it made her feel sick. It wasn't her fault she was a pyrokinetic.

"Just be out by the time Linh comes, okay? I'll see you then." She kisses her mother's cheek and leaves the bathroom, ignoring the confused look on Caprise's face- she either forgot Linh was coming over, or forgot who Linh was.

She spends the next two hours tidying up her room, which was saying something, because Marella Redek absolutely hates cleaning up her room. It isn't just a chore, it's absolute torture. Plus, it's not like anyone has ever bothered to remind her to clean it. Her dad barely interacts with her anymore, and her mom... well, her mom was her mom. So, after months of throwing things around, her room was beginning to look like a dumpster fire.

She isn't proud of it, and she's damned if she'd ever let Linh come over to this sort of mess. So now, for the first time in forever, she's cleaning up.

And look, she's nervous. Linh is, well, amazing. She's kind, and talented, and funny, and all the things Marella has ever wanted to be. Plus, she's gorgeous. And not just in looks- but in action. Watching her around water was one of the most fascinating things Marella has ever witnessed. She was elegant, and graceful, and-

"Marella?"

She looks up from the ground, hands on a textbook from years ago. "Oh, hi Linh," She manages weakly, "I was just... studying?" She gestures towards the book in a rather awkward manner.

And Linh, ever the sweetest, smiles at her and asks "Anything I can help with?"

"No, uh, I was just finishing up. Sorry." She thrusts the book into a nearby closet and stands up. Idly, she looks at Linh, only then realizing that damn, when had she grown this tall?

Marella has always been taller than her, it was a fact. One that she'd tease the older girl about relentlessly. Now they are practically eye-level, and she doesn't really know what to feel about that.

Linh blinks, "What?"

For the love of mallowmelt, she'd been staring, hadn't she?

"Nothing, I just realized that we're almost the same height," She frowns, "It's a pity. I won't be able to see your hair anymore."

Linh scoffs, "You'll see my face. Isn't that better?"

"Yeah," She looks her in the eyes, smiling slightly, "It kind of is."

That didn't seem like the response she'd been expecting, and Linh turns a light shade of pink and looks away. "Anyway... uh, your mom let me in and said there were cookies in the oven, want to go grab them?"

At the mention of her mom, her smile dims slightly. She walks past Linh and grabs her hand, dragging her down to the kitchen.

The cookies are not in the oven, in fact. They are sitting unbaked upon the kitchen counter.

Linh frowns, "Oh well, we can put them inside, and come back later?"

At that, Marella giggles. "I know it's really easy to forgot, but I'm a pyrokinetic, darling. I'm like, a living, breathing, oven. Except I get things done a hundred times faster." She waves her hands around dramatically as if it emphasizes the point.

"Oops," Linh laughs, "Sorry?"

Marella watches her hand, willing the smallest spark to answer her call. A tiny flame begins to lick her hand, swelling and waving as it hits the air. She puts the cookie tray on top of her hand and watches as the cookies slowly turn harder and form a clear shape.

"Damn." She hears Linh mutter.

"What?" Had she done something wrong?

"I don't think I could ever get used to you doing that."

Unease curls in the bottom of her stomach, fear pulsating and whispering in her head. She hates you. She hates your fire. You're an idiot. Fuck, you're such an idiot.

Linh's eyes widen, "Shoot, that came out wrong. I mean, like, it's really beautiful. The flames, and the way you control them. It's- it's really cool."

Marella stands there a while, partially in shock and partially basking in the warmth of her friend's words.

"Marella?"

"Marella?? You alright?"

She blinks, then sees Linh point at her hand. The cookies, now a harsh charcoal black, lay in ashes upon the slightly-bent tray. Flames dance upon the edges, high enough to reach her face.

"Sorry," She mumbles, "Sorry. Somehow my fire ends up messing everything up."

"I don't blame you," the older girl shrugs, and after a moment, adds: "Or your fire."

She wills out a large droplet of water and plops! it on top of the still-burning cookie tray. She looks up and grins, "There you go! Problem solved."

"Thanks," Marella laughs lightly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Linh nods, "I take my job of being the only one that can put you out very seriously."

"You mean, put my fire out." Marella snorts.

"No, I mean you. You and your fire aren't different people. It's your ability, and a part of who you are." Linh looks at her curiously, "Why do you always act like it's on its own?"

It's not accusatory, but it causes the blond to look away. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," She steps closer to Marella, "Are you alright?"

The truth spills out of her before she can remember to keep her mouth shut. "My mom does it, a lot."

"Does what?"

"She's a flasher. Whenever you ask her to use her ability or just... do something, she'll always just frown and say her light 'doesn't want too'. It's... I think I know why she does it, honestly. It's so much easier to pretend that it's not my fault that my ability did something wrong. Especially when everyone's so goddamn set on calling me the villain because I'm not Talentless, but somehow, I'm ten fucking times worse!" She yells, not sure what the hell she's doing anymore. But she's started, and she's definitely not done.

"And my mom... they say she's getting better. They say she's learning and she's going to be okay but I know her, and I know she's not. And it sucks, because I love her, and I need her, but maybe I'm wrong and I don't know who she even is anymore. I'm constantly walking on broken glass around her now. It's like- it's like, before we would be able to do things together and now... now it's like we have nothing in common at all."

Linh interrupts, looking at Marella with an expression she can't quite pinpoint, "You have her freckles."

"Sorry?"

"You have your mom's freckles. They aren't super noticeable but they're still there. One right next to your nose and the others on your cheek. Your mom has them in the same places. Not that it matters or anything, but uh, you know, just an observation." She mumbles, turning away.

"Oh." Marella blinks, willing her blush to go away. "You've got a good eye for details."

She shrugs, "Not really? It's just, easy, when it comes to you, I guess?"

"How come?"

"They're like stars," She leans on the countertop and looks up at Marella, "Like the really small ones you can only see during the dead of night. The ones that have always been there, but you just don't notice 'cause you haven't been looking close enough."

Marella opens her mouth to speak, but closes it when she realizes Linh isn't done.

"They're like stars in the midnight sky. But you're not midnight, you're the freaking sun. Stars in the morning sky? What's the opposite of midnight?" She frowns and scrunches her eyebrows (it's not cute, Marella thinks).

"...Noon?" She supplies.

Linh snorts, "Sure, noon. Stars in the noon sky."

"My freckles... are the stars in the noon sky." She blinks again, because she doesn't really know how to reply like that.

"Yep!" She laughs.

The silence that follows isn't awkward, but it's not quite comfortable either. Marella grasps for something to say, and eventually speaks.

"Hey, Linh?"

"Yeah?"

"You're a really awesome friend."

She beams, "Thank you!"

"Want to go grab mallowmelt?"

Linh's smile never disappears, "How could I ever say no to that?"

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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special

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: You will never be like Yuuka, but maybe that's a good thing (since she seems to like you just the way you are.)

Author's Comments: leave to me to do two things. a) write for yuuka first instead of yuuken & b) start out writing fluff and then make it depressing. i tried to end it happy though!!

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The chair next to you scrapes against the floor as Yuuka lets out a soft sigh, sitting down next to you as Grim rubs up against your leg. Your arm tenses up as she drags her nails down your forearm, leaning on her elbow as she gazes at you.

“You look lovely today, sweetness.” she hums, a smug grin on her face as you shudder.

“Hello, Yuuka.” you say, voice shaky as you fumble with the page of the textbook in front of you. She laughs and flicks the page over with her gloved finger, and you feel your face grow hot at your foolishness.

“Hello yourself.” she scoots closer, and out of the corner of your eye you see Grim jump up on her thighs and curl up in a little, sleepy ball.

What you wouldn’t give to be that damn cat right now.

“Whatcha studying?” she muses, pressing her middle and index fingers together and gently pressing on your cheek. You have no choice but to turn your head and face her, “Your gorgeous face is all scrunched up, it must be difficult.”

“Um...no, it’s fine.” you snap your eyes away, staring at your textbook like it’s the most interesting thing in the world even though you absolutely cannot remember what it says for the life of you.

“You sure? I can help you out.” she leans over, and you catch a whiff of cinnamon and vanilla that makes you feel lightheaded, “Ohhh, it’s alchemy? You should ask Azul for this kinda thing, he’s smart with potions.”

With that, she snatches up the sleeping Grim and jumps out of her chair in one fell swoop, as if she’s content with the teasing she’s put you through today. You can tell you’re gaping as he places a hand on her hip, looking smugly down at you.

“Hey, don’t worry about him roping you into a deal. if he tries anything I’ll fight him for you.” she giggles, but you can tell she’s being more serious than she lets on, “See you later, sweetness!”

Grim, freshly awakened by Yuuka’s sudden movement, yells something about how much of a cheesy weirdo she is before the weirdo in question turns into an alley of bookshelves and you can’t see her anymore. You can vaguely hear her teasing Grim and strain your ears to catch more of the conversation before it fades away and you’re left in silence once again.

You aren’t sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that she visits you so often. It’s inevitable that you’ll see her again, with the two of you being in the same dorm and all, but with the way she acts and the fact that you can never quite seem to hide your affection for her whatsoever is really making this difficult. It’s not fair that she’s so pretty and strong and kind and smells nice and is maybe slightly interested in you if you’re reading her body language correctly but you can never be sure because she’s literally the most interesting person on campus and well-

You’re you.

She makes friends so easily and you’ve been having trouble fitting in since you got here. She’s been saving the school from Overblot after Overblot and yeah, maybe you’ve always been there to help her through the front door when she’s scraped her arms up or when she twisted an ankle or that one time you genuinely thought Jamil had broken her leg when he sent her flying out of Scarabia, but you’re not someone who can fight those Overblots side by side with her even if you’re both magicless. You don’t have the mental fortitude she does. You’ve spent nights crying over the stress of being in this new world and she’s spent those nights comforting you. You’re the side character that sits and cowers and watches it all go down, only to try and make up for how useless you are by taking care of her wounds that she laughs off to everyone else.

You’re you.

And you hate being you so much.

You gather up your textbooks and shove them into your backpack, sighing heavily. Your happy mood has officially been soured, and now you just want to go home.

(It occurs to you then that when you think of home, you think of Yuuka and Grim and Ramshackle. That realization only makes the heavy feeling in your stomach grow.)

As you make your way back to the door, your mind wanders. Nobody stops to talk to you, nobody stares at you as you walk by. You and Yuuka have a very similar situation, but as far as the student body is concerned, you two could not be more different. There’s such a disconnect between the two of you that you wonder if you even should have been shorted in the same dorm together. They should have made a smaller shack for you to live in because Ramshackle was starting to feel a bit too small. Too crushing, too confining.

Or maybe Yuuka’s presence was just growing.

The wooden planks creaking under your feet is the only indication that you’ve reached your destination. They echo in your ears, and it's like the rest of your senses have left your body as you drag yourself through the front door. Before you can even set your bag down, Grim comes running up to you.

“Hey, Grim.” you sigh, lifting him up into your arms as he mrah’s and mroew’s at you.

“Someone’s happy to see you.” Yuuka follows the direbeast, arms crossed comfortably over her chest as she smiles, “And it’s not just Grim. Welcome home.”

She envelops you in a gentle hug and runs her fingers through your hair. Grim shrieks about you two being gross and immediately jumps out of your arms to run to the kitchen, but neither of you pay him any mind. Your arms hang limply by your sides, and you're not sure if she knows what's wrong and wants to comfort you or if she’s just feeling practically affectionate today. It doesn’t really matter at the end of the day.

She is one of the few things you can say that about because she’s always a sure thing.

“Is everything alright?” she asks, a slight hint of worry in her voice, “You don’t usually…”

She trails off, but you know what she wants to say. You don’t usually look down or collapse against her like this. In fact, she’s usually the one resting against you.

“How do you make friends with people so easily?” you mumble, slamming your eyes shut, “I mean, we’re in the same situation, but you’ve done so much more than I have. People know who they are and they talk look so happy when they see you and-”

A soft whisper of your name stops your rambling, and the breath catches in your throat. You open your eyes, look up at her, and she’s staring at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen.

And you don’t deserve it.

“You never realize just how special you are.” she murmurs those words like it's a confession, and drags her knuckle down your jawline, “I like that you’re more reserved. I like that I can make you all embarrassed just by calling you cute. I like that you’re quiet and don’t open up to everyone. It makes me feel special when you trust me with parts of you. You’re like a treasure only I get to see. A solid foundation that nobody realizes until it leaves.”

Your knees are growing weaker the longer she keeps talking, that embarrassment she talked about causing coming back full force.

“I want to keep you safe.” she says, and spares a glance in the direction of the kitchen, “And the little one, too.”

“I am not little!” he hollers from the other room, and Yuuka laughs like a million fairy bells. You almost have the strength to laugh with her, but all of a sudden she’s staring at you again and you freeze.

“You’re special.” she repeats, “Because you’re always there when I’ve gotten a bit too reckless. You’re the only person on campus who bothers to take care of me after the day is done. You’re the only one who is from my world and understands how much of a toll magic can take on my body. Nobody could ever understand me like you do, and if Crowley finds a way to send us home I would never stop looking for you because there's no one in any world that could ever look at me the way you do.”

She was the only sure thing.

“Do I make myself clear?” she giggles, immediately shifting from serious to laidback when she sees just how embarrassed you are.

“You guys are gross!” Grim yells, shooting you both dirty looks from the kitchen doorway, “Let a man enjoy his tuna, sheesh!”

He huffs and marches into the living room, where he plops his behind on the carpet and starts scarfing down the canned fish. Yuuka laughs again, her face bright pink and happy. Your heart flutters as her hand grabs yours and squeezes, a silent promise to keep protecting you.

“Thank you, Yuuka.” you say, hoping you can pour every ounce of appreciation you feel for her into your voice.

“No, thank you.” she brings your hand to her lips and brushes them against your skin, “I wouldn’t be here without you, sweetness.”

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #yuuka hirasaka x reader #twst yuuka #yuuka hirasaka #fluff #angst #hurt comfort vibes???#idk whenever i try to write cutesy shit it goes sad :((

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cleolinda · 1 year

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Mitsouko (Guerlain, 1919)

Guerlain, 1919, Jacques Guerlain. Post-2014 formulation; eau de parfum concentration; 2002 decant from the Perfumed Court.

(To discuss: what it smells like, why it smells like that, and the struggle to describe this legendary heritage throwback.)

Trust me, these specifications make a difference. A year ago, I read reviews of different versions and took notes on what I wanted:

Do not get samples from 2007 - 2013, pre-2007 will have real oakmoss. Every concentration has different focus. EdP is mellower than EdT. Extrait is "truest."

You see, the International Fragrance Association (IFRA) restricted oakmoss in 2001, and then more tightly in 2009, from what I can tell. Mitsouko is considered a "reference chypre," a textbook example of the genre, and chypres are, by definition, citrus (usually bergamot), labdanum, and oakmoss. (The Perfume Society adds patchouli to this trio.) Like, you gotta have those for it to be a chypre. But Mitsouko is not THE chypre:

Bois de Jasmin: Guerlain Mitsouko : Fragrance Review (New and Vintage):

Created by Jacques Guerlain in 1919, Mitsouko was a variation on the avant-garde fragrance of the period–Coty Chypre. Chypre was based on the startling contrast among the bergamot top notes, the jasmine heart and the richness of oakmoss. Though undoubtedly beautiful, Chypre was brutal in its impact. […] Mitsouko is a kiss to Coty Chypre’s slap in the face, and for this reason, its popularity endures to this day.

So when oakmoss was restricted as an allergen in the 2000s, perfumers industry-wide scrambled to come up with a facsimile; for Guerlain, with a fragrance this storied, failure was not an option. Reformulations everybody hated were, though. Edouard Fléchier took a crack at it somewhere around 2007, and in 2013, Thierry Wasser reformulated the whole thing to recapture the scent everyone remembered. People seem to have been satisfied with that version since.

So I've worn that new Mitsouko on and off, when I feel fancy, for about a year now. I put a little on a card for my sister to smell the other week, and she said, "It smells old." (She'll be the first to tell you that she’s learning what individual notes smell like.) Being crushingly literal, I don't understand what "smells old" or "smells like old ladies" means. Powdery, she said, struggling to explain. "Old." Maybe I haven't smelled enough old ladies.

Mitsouko does smell… weird, by modern standards. Generally, people either love it or hate it, and Results May Vary in a big way; it's worth getting a sample just to take it for a spin (kind of like Not A Perfume or Glossier's You, in that one regard), and to see what a piece of history smells like. Expert-of-experts Luca Turin says it's the one perfume he'd take to that proverbial desert island, but I am but a gentle woodland creature, a basic vanilla bitch; I would be more likely to take something that cost $10 instead of $145. But I still kind of love Mitsouko. Users who review it positively often speak of not liking it at first, then going back to it again and again. They also speak of a "pissy" stage in the middle that might be civet or oakmoss (or whatever represents those notes now); I know what they're talking about, but it doesn't read as anything so unpleasant to me. It's not easy to wear like the simple scents I usually go for, but the drydown is absolutely gorgeous. That's one of the things that makes Mitsouko so interesting to me: it's like two completely separate perfumes were mingled, and the first gradually recedes to let the Guerlinade take center stage.

But what’s in it? “La Guerlinade,” for starters, is a complex foundation that the historical Guerlains have—a house accord. (You could buy it unto itself for a while.) The exact formula is super secret, of course, but it's said to (possibly) include bergamot, jasmine, rose, orange blossom, orris, vetiver, tonka bean, vanilla, and lilac. The lilac—a note I didn't even know I would like—is what shows up on me with both Mitsouko and Guerlain's L'Heure Bleue (1912); it's a soft light purple note that peeks through from the very beginning, and gradually becomes the glass slipper that Cinderella leaves behind.

Over on the official Guerlain site, they tell us a bit more about the reformulation:

A masterpiece in balance and originality, Mitsouko combines a fruity peach note with jasmine and rose centifolia (May rose) flowers. Its mysterious base combines spicy notes with notes of undergrowth and vetiver.

Warm spices such as black pepper mingle with cold spices like cardamom and pink [pink pepper?] berries.

Patchouli essence features many vegetal, woody and earthy olfactory facets. Combined with rose, moss, and bergamot, patchouli forms the base of the chypre accord.

Hilariously, Guerlain also straight up tells you what Thierry Wasser actually put in New Mitsouko:

ALCOHOL

PARFUM (FRAGRANCE)

AQUA (WATER)

LIMONENE

LINALOOL

EUGENOL

HYDROXYCITRONELLAL

EVERNIA FURFURACEA (TREEMOSS) EXTRACT

CITRAL

BENZYL BENZOATE

ALPHA-ISOMETHYL IONONE

CITRONELLOL

GERANIOL

BHT

HEXYL CINNAMAL

CINNAMYL ALCOHOL

ISOEUGENOL

BENZYL ALCOHOL

BENZYL SALICYLATE

TOCOPHEROL

CI 14700 (RED 4)

CI 19140 (YELLOW 5)

CI 60730 (EXT. VIOLET 2)

FARNESOL

Yeah. There's the famous Guerlinade… in there somewhere. They gave that secret away, hidden under a tiny link, because it means fuck-all without proportions or a way to separate it from the composition as a whole. Well played.

A Basenotes user posted a suggested Mitsouko formula that's somewhat more indicative of what those chemicals would smell like (deep breath): sweet orange, lemon, bergamot, elemi, celery seed, tarragon (a component of oakmoss reconstitution), coriander, chamomile, lavender, geranium, ylang, jasmine, clove, anise, castoreum, civet, labdanum, tonka, patchouli, cinnamon, peru balsam, benzoin, vanilla, violet, rose, costus, vetiver, musk, and the famous "aldehyde" C-14: a peach-scented lactone from 1908.

Logically, Mitsouko (1919) must not have been the first fragrance to use gamma-undecalactone, but I'm not sure any other has survived the ages like this one. Carter Burr (another top expert) writes that Jacques Guerlain most likely got it from the supplier Firmenich, via their Persicol peach base:

C-14 was a marvel, a fruity, aromatic, delicious scent that gave ripe peach skin. Guerlain plugged C-14 into the equation perfectly (the rumor is, actually, similar to Chanel 5, that he in fact accidentally overdosed the stuff; who knows), and Mitsouko became a thing of subtle opulence, strength and balance and silken twilight.

Sidebar: peach is one of my favorite fragrance notes. It's in Tamora, one of the first BPALs I ever tried twenty years ago; I don't know what the actual peach accord in that oil is, but it's still probably my favorite Black Phoenix. No matter how weird people said Mitsouko was, I was GOING to try it for that landmark peach lactone. And that's what shows up at first for me. I do get that Guerlinade lilac peeking through, but the opening as a whole is a spicy autumnal peach lying on the dead-leafed forest floor, more velvet than flesh, Octoberish and unseelie. That first sequence is intriguing, and then it warms up into that unpleasant stage; then that uneasy note fades and the Guerlinade comes fully out, a soft pale purple-blue siren song floating by on a powdery cloud. Those are the two perfumes that seem to be twined: bewitchingly different, each one blended so smoothly that I can't distinguish all the notes within them, yet not quite blended together.

And that's just my own reaction. Watching Fragrantica reviewers describe Mitsouko is a pastime unto itself. It smells like power, sex, domination, old money, "strangely nutty," depressing, elegant, fascinating, bitter, ripe, like oil paint, "an old medicine cabinet," pungent, tangy, moldy, intoxicating, alienating, feminine, masculine, unisex—to quote frugally:

User Aerides: "Mitsouko is gloomy Sundays, walks in the woods after it rains, and empty auction rooms. […] It's incense and burning candles, and waxy floor polish. It's cinnamon peach jam. It's a bouquet of lilacs on the dining room table. It lasts so long it's like a ghost in the room."

User Amararata: "There is something vampire-like about this fragrance. It's the sort of scent a woman leaves behind after she's conquered a man, or a kind of lascivious tryst in the middle of the day."

User querty988: "For some reason, those stinky little [camphor-clove] whiffs endeared it to me. It was like the baby from Eraserhead whispering in my ear, 'yes, I am the most revolting thing you've ever smelled, but I'm here with you in public today, and it's our little secret that I belong to you.'"

User KingRidesBy96: "Can't explain it. Don't want to. She's a witch, it's magic."

Mitsouko is weird as hell, and yet, thanks to the “waxy floor polish” review, and (I swear) a review someone wrote that I can't find now that mentioned linseed oil, furniture, paint, and his wife, I knew exactly what Mitsouko was going to smell like. And I was right. And I think that the mental preparation is incredibly important here. Not to be snooty about what it takes to "appreciate" a perfume like this, but to frame for you where this being of times past is, at least, coming from. Mitsouko is Aslan, present when the Deep Magic was written in 1919, whether the Deep Magic smells good on you or not.