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Meet The Parents | kmg x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.2k

Summary: Mingyu is meeting your parents today, and it absolutely must go well. So why are you teasing him like this?

For May 💖 happy early birthday i love and adore you

Warnings: meeting the parents, wine and food mention, brief talk of the future and kids, suggestive thoughts, mingyu is horny and in love, fingering, marking, car sex, semi public sex, creampie

AN: not everyone has two parents that are still together (i know i don’t) but for the purpose of this story, reader does

Mingyu’s left hand tightens on the steering wheel, the fingers of his right tensing on your thigh, as he navigates the streets of the neighborhood you grew up in. You’ve been pointing things out to him - the tree you broke your ankle climbing in the sixth grade, the house your childhood best friend lived in, the cul de sac that had the best halloween candy - and he wishes he was less nervous so he could fully enjoy all these little memories with you.

But how could he not be nervous? He’s had two hours to think about this and now he’s minutes away from meeting the people who made you, and he loves you, and he has to make a good first impression! Usually, parents love him because of his winning smile and polite manners, but yours may feel differently. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing that skirt, the one that sits all pretty on your luscious thighs, the one that makes you look like a princess, the one that he fucked you in just last week.

Mingyu doesn’t want his mind to go there, but as soon as the thought pops into his head, he’s picturing the way he bent you over the kitchen table and flipped the skirt up only to find you bare, and how he dropped to his knees and made you cum on his tongue and fingers before finally giving you his cock. He remembers how you felt wrapped around him, how you begged and pleaded for him to cum inside of you, how you cried when fucked his seed back in with his fingers after it started to drip out of your perfect little pussy.

Fuck, he’s getting hard, and according to you, your house is only three streets away. He wills his mind to return to the safe zone, the zone that doesn’t make him want to pull over and fuck you in the backseat in broad daylight, but the warmth and softness of your thigh under his hand just reminds him how warm and soft you are all over. There’s not much time left, and the only thing he can think to do is remove his hand from your thigh and attempt to think about terrible, horrible, awful things.

Your hair in the shower drain, that one episode of My Strange Addiction, the time he lost so bad in Overwatch that he cried, and he’s back.

Just in time too, as he takes a right and rolls to a slow stop in front of your parent’s house. He pulls in a deep breath, shifts to park, and turns the car off before looking at you. You’re already staring with a sweet smile on your face and he can feel his cheeks heat, feel his heart start to race, feel his shoulders bunch up by his ears.

Even after six months together, having your full attention on him makes him feel bashful for some reason. Maybe it’s because you’re his dream girl, maybe it’s because he knows just how lucky he is to be with you, maybe it’s because he feels like you can see straight into his big, fat, full-of-love-for-you heart. Maybe it’s all three, but he can’t complain when the very fact that he gets shy around you is evidence he gets to be around you.

He feels your hand squeeze his arm, shakes himself out of the stupor he falls into when he looks at you for too long, and nods when you ask him if he’s ready to get out of the car. He’s not, but he doesn’t think he ever will be so now’s as good a time as any.

He also doesn’t want to keep your parents waiting, knowing that punctuality is a hallmark of a good, respectable boyfriend, as is running around his sedan at a near comical speed so he can open your door before you do. Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him from your seat in his car and he tries to pretend the hand he offers you isn’t shaking, but assumes he’s not successful as your expression softens into something fond.

“They’ll love you, Mingyu,” you promise him, giving his hand a squeeze to emphasize your point as you climb out and stand. Your free hand rises to fix his hair, and suddenly that’s something else he’s nervous about. He got his hair cut just for this, just to meet your parents, and he feels a bit exposed without the long waves covering his ears and neck. He does like how you fuss over him though, and it’s nice to be able to fuck your brains out without his hair getting in his eyes and obscuring his view of you, so there are two pros to the one con.

“Alright, you look so handsome, and you’re such a good boyfriend, and you’ll impress the shit out of them!” You quietly hype him up before asking, “Wanna go inside?”

He takes in a trembling breath, nods, and looks to your front door only to find it open, with your parents standing just outside the threshold. His ears flame at the knowledge that they’d witnessed this little moment between him and their daughter, but at least he didn’t try to cop one last feel in front of them too.

They wave, and he smiles and waves back, and then you and him are walking up the driveway hand in hand. There’s no time to back out now, not that he wants to, and all he can do is hope and pray and wish and manifest that this goes well, because it has to.

Dinner goes smoothly enough, Mingyu thinks.

Your parents worked together to make all the food, and Mingyu even recognizes some of the dishes as things you’ve made for him before. He figured you learned how to cook while you were growing up because you’re such a natural in the kitchen, and this is confirmation. It’s also a glimpse into the future he wants to have with you, one where you make things together and share them with people you love.

Your dad doesn’t grill him like he expects, instead drawing him into a conversation about the merits of college basketball, which gives him an opportunity to share the experience of being on his university’s team. It lights your dad up, the fact that Mingyu played in college, and he spends half of dinner asking about Mingyu’s favorite teams.

Your mom asks a lot of questions about his family: how his mom is, what his parents do for work, if he has any siblings, if he wants kids and if he does, how many. The last question throws him for a bit of a loop, but he recovers soon enough, answering, “I do, but how many isn’t just my decision.”

That seems to be the correct response, her face relaxing into a soft smile before she looks at you and winks. He doesn’t know what the wink means but assumes it’s something good, and the tight feeling in his chest starts to abate.

Once they’ve inquired about everything they want to know, the conversation tilts to you. Your parents haven’t seen you in a couple months - the two hour drive is hard to incorporate into your schedule - and though you talk regularly, there’s still catching up to do. You tell them how it’s going at your new job, how your coworkers are kind but nosy, and how your boss is demanding and strict. They hear about the dog you fell in love with while you were volunteering at the shelter, and about how your circle of friends is doing, and about how Rachel just keeps getting back together with Sean no matter how much you tell her he won’t change.

Mingyu listens attentively, practically hanging on your every word as if he hasn’t heard all of this before, and it’s only when you stand to get another bottle of wine that he remembers what you’re wearing.

The sight of your thighs sends him spiraling, your skirt brushing over them like he wishes his hands could, and he clenches the silverware in his fists, praying that his sudden want isn’t obvious. He averts his eyes when you return, stares down at his nearly empty plate as if it holds all the secrets to the universe, and looks up only when you place a hand on his shoulder and ask if he wants another glass.

He doesn’t trust his voice, doesn’t think his answer won’t come out hoarse with the way his throat has tightened with lust, so he just shakes his head. More wine will only make it worse, the taste of the red on his tongue already reminding him of the last time you got wine drunk together. You made it through two bottles before he pulled you into his lap, pushed his thigh between your legs, and helped you grind back and forth until you soaked his sweats.

Groaning in his mind, he tugs at the legs of his jeans, trying to give himself more room as blood rushes down into his cock. It doesn’t help that you lean over the table to pour wine into your parents’ glasses, giving him a peek at the panties you’ve got on today. Just by the little bit of color and fabric he sees, he knows they’re his favorite pair, and suddenly he’s all too aware that you did this on purpose.

Wore his favorite skirt and his favorite panties and bent over just a bit more than you needed to, just so he could see. You’re so evil but so fucking hot, and, swallowing the smirk, Mingyu decides to come up with a little plan of his own.

When you sit back down, he splays a big hand over your thigh, his touch low enough to seem innocent but high enough to tease you. Through the rest of the meal, he dotes on you. Runs his thumb along your soft skin, praises your brilliant mind and work ethic, presses a kiss to your cheek when your parents aren’t looking. He knows you love his attention, love when he shows how obsessed he is with you, but he also knows you know his increased affections usually lead to one of two things.

Him dragging you to bed to cuddle you until you fall asleep, or him dragging you to bed and fucking you into the mattress.

Neither of those things are possible here, but he’s hoping he can rile you up enough that you get a taste of your own medicine.

“Honey, why don’t you give Mingyu a tour while your father and I clear the table?” Your mom suggests, making you jump. You must have been zoning out, and he can only hope you were thinking about what he’s been thinking about. If not, he’ll just have to accept that he’s the horny one in this relationship. It’s a cross he’s willing to bear, especially if it means you always know how much he wants you.

Your thigh flexes under his palm and he gives you a squeeze, his fingers digging in a bit too much to pass as a show of affection rather than a sign of want.

“Yeah, mom, that sounds good.”

You stand quickly, your chair scratching on the hardwood, and his hand falls to his own lap as he looks up at you. Your pupils are dilated and you look slightly frazzled, but you compose yourself quickly and hold your hand out, waiting for him to take it before pulling him up from his chair and tugging him from the dining room. He follows at a sedate pace, his long legs allowing him to easily keep up with you as you lead him to the stairs.

He loses the upper hand here, his eyes instantly drawn to the way your ass moves under your skirt with each step climbed. Stairs have always been a treacherous place for him due to his clumsiness, but he never knew he’d be in danger like this. By the time you make it to the top, he’s half hard and nearly panting, and it takes everything in him not to push you up against the wall and drop to his knees.

The look you give him when you turn around tells him you know, and the smirk that stretches your lips tells him he’s in for even more trouble. You back up to a door, one covered in drawings and stickers, and place your hand on the knob, slowly turning it and backing into the room.

“This was my bedroom, can you tell?” You ask innocently, your eyes slowly traversing the posters and stuffed animals you’d left behind. He takes one stilted step, then another, crossing the threshold and feeling like he’s entering the lion’s den, except this den has pink walls and a princess bed and this lion has his heart.

You sit on the bed, the mattress bouncing with your weight, and smooth your skirt out over your plush thighs. He can hear your parents puttering about in the kitchen, hear the buzz of their easy conversation, hear the warning bells in his mind telling him not to come any closer to you. But he’s never been good at listening to those warnings, so he walks further into the room, his eyes stuck on you rather than the decor he should be taking in.

You pat the spot next to you, your face open and patient as you wait for him to join you. It feels like a mistake, sinking down onto the covers beside you, but it’s too late to change his mind now. He’ll just have to hope you don’t try anything because his restraint is already razor thin and stretched far past capacity.

“Are you thinking about it yet?” You whisper, your dulcet voice sounding like a devil on his shoulder.

“Thinking about what?” He responds, though he dreads knowing the answer.

“Fucking me in this bed.”

You sound nonchalant, unbothered, but he can see the desire in your eyes, knows you’re just as hot for him as he is for you. He also knows you’re teasing yourself as well as him, because you’re both fully aware there’s no way he’s fucking you in your parents’ house.

Not while they’re home, at least.

“Baby, please,” he begs in a hushed voice. “I’m trying to make a good impression.”

“You already have, Gyu. They love you, just like I said they would,” you drop the act just long enough to reassure him, sensing the anxiety in his words and kindly attempting to set him at ease. It doesn’t really work, his nerves are too fried and his body's too wired, both from meeting your parents and from having to endure the war you’ve decided to wage on him.

He’s thankful you’ve seemingly decided to back off, his heart slowly returning to a normal pace and his lungs able to fill with air again. Until you open your mouth and say something else.

“How about you fuck me on the way home?”

Shit. Now he’s thinking about you, spread out over the hood of his car, crying as he thrusts into you over and over and over. You, halfway in the backseat as he takes you from behind. You, riding him in the driver’s seat until he fills you up. You, you, you. Always you.

He shakes his head, trying to dislodge the dirty thoughts that keep invading his mind, but how is he supposed to do that when you’re staring at him like you are and saying the things you’re saying?

Even worse is the fact that he knows that’s exactly what he’ll do, fuck you on the way home. Whether it’s in the car or in the nicest motel he can find for you, he’s going to be balls deep inside of you just like you want.

You must sense his resolve crumbling because you shift closer, set a hand on his thigh, and lean in, pressing your lips to the hinge of his jaw and lightly sucking. He squeezes his eyes closed, clenches his teeth, and steels himself to do something he’s never done before - deny you.

“If you don’t stop, I’m not fucking you today at all.”

He’s bluffing but he sounds serious enough for you to believe him, your mouth detaching from his neck on a gasp as you process his words. He stares straight ahead, knowing that if you look into his eyes you’ll see the lie in them, see that there’s no way he could stand to go without you, especially after you’ve been teasing him like this.

“So you will if I do stop?” You question in a hushed voice, almost sounding like you’re bargaining.

“That’s the deal,” he confirms with a nod, feeling your eyes on him and hoping you aren’t seeing right through him like you usually can.

“Alright, Gyu, I’ll be good.”

He pushes out a sigh, knowing you chose those words on purpose. They’re the ones you say when he’s feeling more dominant than desperate, when he wants to tell you what to do and watch you do it, when giving isn’t enough and he needs to take instead. But he also knows that you always mean it, always want to be good for him if that’s what he wants from you, even if you did take this as one last opportunity to tease him.

You’re true to your word, your touches innocent and your devil horns put away as he chats with you and your parents over tea and a tray of cheese and fruit. You’ll need to get on the road soon if you want to make it home before dark, and Mingyu is already about to vibrate out of his skin at the thought of finally getting his hands on you.

He can tell you’re counting down the minutes in your head too, by the way you can’t seem to keep your eyes off him or stop your knee from bouncing or fully concentrate on the conversation. Mingyu fills in the gaps you leave, does his best to act as if he’s not currently picturing you naked, and laughs probably a bit too much every time your dad makes a joke.

He’s nervous again, mainly because his thoughts are far from pure and your parents are far too close, but also because he’s not sure you won’t jump him the minute you settle into the car. He’d like to at least get a few miles away before devouring you, and he doesn’t know if you’ll give him the opportunity to do so.

Obviously, Mingyu’s not complaining. It gives him a sense of pride that he can affect you this way, make you want him enough to change your plans when you were clearly hellbent on getting him to fuck you in your twin bed. In almost any other house with almost any other people, he would’ve been more than down, but he just wasn’t willing to risk ruining his relationship with your parents, which would have definitely happened if they caught him banging their daughter while she was supposed to be giving him a tour.

That’s not something he could come back from, and considering the fact that he wants to marry you someday, he thinks he made the right choice. That doesn’t make it any easier though, knowing you want him and not being able to do anything about it.

“We should probably get going, right, Mingyu?” You ask during a natural lull in the conversation.

“Yeah, we’ve got a couple hours ahead of us but I wish we could stay,” he agrees, trying to appear reluctant to be leaving instead of ecstatic. He thinks he sells it, your mom letting out a pleased ‘aw’ and your dad leaning over to clap him on the shoulder and say, “Maybe next time y’all can sleep over.”

“We would love that, dad,” you assure him with a smile before standing and taking Mingyu’s hand to pull him up with you. Your parents trail behind as he follows you to the front door, his eyes resolutely caught on the back of your head rather than your thighs in that damned skirt.

“Let us know when you get home, okay, sweetie?” Your mom requests gently, folding her arms around you and letting her eyes fall shut as she hugs you tightly.

“We love you,” your dad reminds you, wrapping you up in a hug of his own before letting go and turning to Mingyu. He offers a hand and Mingyu beams, shaking it firmly and nodding when he tells him to drive safely. Mingyu always drives safely, especially when you’re in the passenger seat, but he knows it was more of a command than a request anyway.

You both wave when you get to the car, Mingyu opening your door for you and waiting for you to climb in before shutting it gently. He jogs over to the driver’s side and slides in, turning the car on and holding the wheel tighter than is strictly necessary.

Now that you’re alone and in an enclosed space, the tension is stifling. You fiddle with the air controls and Mingyu sets up the playlist he made for you, pulling out of the driveway just as the first song starts to play.

It’s one he’s fucked you to before, of course, and all it does is remind him of just how badly he wants you, how badly he needs you. He can feel the arousal stirring in his stomach, feel it clouding his mind and his judgment, and he knows there’s no way he’ll make it two hours without feeling you wrapped around him.

So he takes a right instead of a left, turns into the first parking lot he sees, and parks in the darkest corner he can find.

“Here?” You ask, excitement clear in your voice as he unbuckles his seatbelt and shuts the car off.

“Here,” he affirms, getting out of the car with his jaw clenched and his jeans tight. You meet him in the backseat, your hands disappearing beneath your skirt to start working your panties down. He stops you before you get too far, pulls you into his lap and breathes, “Wanna fuck you in them,” as he pushes the gusset to the side and drags his fingers through your folds.

You’re soaking and fever hot, and Mingyu lets out a rough groan as he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth. You taste amazing, as always, and when you press your lips to his in a searing kiss, he knows you can taste yourself. It just makes everything hotter, makes his dick twitch in his jeans and his heart race in his chest, makes him moan into your mouth and bring his fingers back to your cunt so he can get you even wetter, even messier.

He sinks in one, then another, your walls forming to them immediately and sucking them back in when he pulls them out. Normally, he’d make you cum two or three times before he even gives you his dick, but he’s desperate and it seems you are too.

“Just get in me, Mingyu,” you cry into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as your hips jerk back and forth with the movements of his fingers.

“One more, baby,” he sighs against your lips, working a third digit inside of you and curling, searching, until he hits the spot that makes you gush. Predictably, you tighten and get even wetter around his fingers as he targets your g-spot with every thrust, and he figures he might as well go for an orgasm while he’s at it.

His lips leave yours so he can kiss down your neck, nipping his way to the sensitive skin of your collarbone and sucking a mark there while he stretches you out for his cock. You whine when he spreads his fingers, whimper when he digs his teeth into your flesh, moan when he rubs his fingertips into the patch of nerves inside you. All of your sounds are heavenly, and they also have him so hard, he feels like he could cry.

He prays you’re getting close, is fairly certain you are by the clenching of your cunt and the grinding of your hips, but just to be sure, he shifts his thumb to your clit and presses quick circles into it, the little bud throbbing as you climb higher and higher.

“Cum, baby, please,” Mingyu whispers into your throat, knowing you can feel his lips brushing against your skin and hoping you can feel the vibrations of his voice too.

Your pussy quivers around his fingers, wetness seeping out of your undulating walls as you cum with a sharp keen. He works you through it, wishes he could turn a light on so he could see your face better but knows that you have to be quick and discrete if you don’t want to get caught.

His cock twitches, precum leaking into his boxers, and as soon as your cunt stops squeezing his fingers, he slides them out of you and sucks them into his mouth to clean them off (and to taste you again) before undoing his jeans and belt and pulling his cock out. You whine when you feel him against you, lifting your hips just enough to get the head notched at your entrance and starting to sink down.

His hands fly to your hips, his fingers clenching in the delicate material of your skirt as your pussy swallows him. You just keep sucking him in deeper and deeper until there’s nowhere left to go, until your hips are flush with his and he’s bottomed out inside of you, until he has to let his head drop to your shoulder at the feeling of your hot, wet cunt wrapped around him.

In such a tight space it’s hard for you to get enough room to rise up and down on his cock, so he lifts your hips and starts bucking up, fucking into you with quick, rough thrusts. You’re so wet, he can hear it, the slick sounds of his dick filling you music to his ears.

You’re perfect, so beautiful and soft and sweet and just for him, only for him, and fuck, he’s already getting close. He wanted to last longer, but after hours of trying to balance being respectful and being absolutely mad for you, he’s exhausted and even more susceptible to the molten velvet of your pussy.

Mingyu doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it off, especially when you start moaning his name and making little punched out noises every time he hits the end of you, so he slides one hand between your bodies and gets his fingers on your clit. You get tighter as soon as he touches you, and you’re so slippery, his fingers glide as he rubs tiny circles onto the swollen bundle of nerves.

Now that he’s not holding you up, it’s less fucking and more grinding, but that means he gets to stay inside of you and feel every clench, every squeeze, every ripple of your walls around him. You make him feel so good, every single time, and already he can feel his balls drawing up and his dick getting harder as he starts nearing the edge.

“Are you close, baby? Please be close,” he gasps brokenly, his head tilting back against the seat so he can gaze at you, the hand on your hip rucking your skirt up so he can watch his dick disappear inside of you. The sight of you in his favorite skirt with his favorite panties wrenched to the side as his cock stretches your pussy is one he’ll never forget, even if he can barely make you out in the darkness of the car.

You nod, your breath hitching and your back arching as his cock twitches and jerks inside you. He doesn’t think he can hold it off any longer, the pleasure so sharp it almost hurts, and he can’t hold in his sounds either, moans and whimpers leaving his lips as the wave starts to overtake him.

His heart is pounding, his vision whited out and his hearing all but gone, and it’s all he can do to keep breathing, keep up the circles on your clit, keep himself from crying actual tears when you whine his name and cum around him. He breaks as soon as you do, your walls fluttering wildly around his dick as ropes of cum paint the inside of your cunt.

His hips buck in little movements, fucking his cum in even deeper, and he doesn’t let up with his fingers, pushing you through your orgasm and right up to another. His cock is so sensitive but he wants to feel you cum again, speeding up the circles on your clit until you’re whimpering and shaking on top of him.

You collapse against him, your face in his chest and your arms falling from his neck as you go boneless. He wraps himself around you, holding you tight and rubbing your back, murmuring sweet little nothings into your ear as you come down. He can feel his cum starting to seep out of you as his dick softens. It’s probably staining his jeans but he doesn’t care, can only care about you and how you’re feeling.

“Alright, baby?” He whispers, waiting for you to nod before pulling out and starting to disentangle himself from you. He wants to stay, wants to hold you for hours, but he’s not keen on getting arrested and there's still a long drive ahead. You’re sluggish, your movements slow and clumsy as you climb off of him, wincing at the slight soreness.

He began keeping tissues in his center console after the last time you did this, so he at least has something to clean you up with, his hand gentle as he wipes the cum away before tucking a clean tissue into your panties so any extra will be caught. He cleans his dick off and puts it away, redoing his jeans and checking that the coast is clear.

He opens the door as quietly as he can, running around to your side and helping you out, smiling proudly when he catches the way your legs shake before making sure you’re all buckled in and gently closing the door. Jogging back to the driver’s side, he looks around one more time and finds no squad cars or flashing lights, letting out a sigh of relief when he realizes you’ve gotten away with it.

He hopes you can sleep on the way home, turns on your seat warmer and lays his hand on your thigh, waiting for you to cover it with yours before turning to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and whispering, “I love you.”

You mumble it back, your eyes already closed, and he grins, starting the car and backing out of the secluded parking spot. Now that he’s met your parents and (hopefully) won them over, he’s got two hours to think about how he’s going to ask for their blessing to marry you.

Should be easy, right?

AN: please i am BEGGING on my KNEES for your thoughts and feelings!!! thank you to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading 💖

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cxsmiicc · 7 months

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her little devil - lady lesso x reader

happy halloween yall idk wym im totally not 20 minutes late posting this shush

warnings - smut, orgasm denial, eating out, light fingering, vibrator, possessive lesso, halloween party

posted on ao3 also <3

2.2k words

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You picked at your chosen costume, suddenly doubting if it was the right one. The red latex clung to you in ways you were unused to and growing insecure of, neckline dipping far lower than you would usually wear and skirt stopping mid thigh. More than a little alcohol had gone into this decision. Well, too late to change now. Grabbing the headband with horns attached, you slammed out of your room before you lost your nerve, smoothing your hair around the cheap plastic as you walked down to the party. Clarissa and her damn parties, ever since the schools had merged it seemed like there was one every other week. And she just had to have the wonderful idea for a costume party, as though you didn’t have enough on your plate with classes and grading and her.

You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind, you had a party to attend after all. Of course whether or not you wanted to was a different matter, you would much rather spend tonight hiding away with a bottle and a vibrator. If you could escape early that could still work, it all depended on how fast Clarissa could corner you into taking drink after drink. For all she preached about good deeds that woman could coerce anyone into doing damn near anything with minimal effort.

Swinging the door open, you spotted her immediately. She was facing you, gesturing for you to join her and whoever it was she was talking to the second you were visible. The mystery woman turned around and your mouth fell open in shock. Lady. Fucking. Lesso. Her hair was straightened and dyed black for the night and there was a drip of blood decorating either corner of her mouth. She smirked at your reaction to her outfit and fangs became visible, successfully creating a fiery heat between your thighs. It only became worse as your eyes slid downwards to the generous amount of skin on show, matching your own outfit in everything but length. Where your dress was short and flared hers was long and fitted, flowing down and accentuating her every curve before pooling on the ground. Breaking yourself out of the haze, you made your way over to the two of them, first smiling at Clarissa before turning your attention to your boss.

“A vampire? Very appropriate Red, if I can even say that with you looking like this.”

“Seems like I should call you that tonight. Even I didn’t think to be quite so on the nose with my costume. The Evil history teacher, dressed as the devil? Somewhat obvious, don’t you think Clarissa?”

The blonde could only stare at the two of you and giggle, already too tipsy to care about pretending she couldn’t sense the tension between you and her fellow dean.

Rolling your eyes at the state of her, you turned back to Lesso to keep the conversation going, “So, what gives with you putting in effort tonight? Call me crazy but you don’t exactly strike me as the type to go all out for a work party.”

“Maybe I just felt like dressing up,” she spun where she stood, giving you a glimpse of the low back of her dress and sending a wave of arousal crashing through you, “My reasons are none of your business, though you seem to be enjoying it just the same.” A wicked grin graced her features, red lips quirking upwards as her eyes flitted across your body. “I must admit, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Oh? Careful Lesso, that almost sounded like a compliment. Wouldn’t want the ice queen to show emotion now would we.”

She laughed at you, low and slow and right in your ear. Right when you didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on by this woman and she goes and does it.

“Ice queen… now that would’ve been a good costume idea.”

“Ah ah, what happened to not wanting to be too on the nose.” It was your turn to smirk as she registered what you just said, eyes darkening with what you would swear was lust if you didn’t know who you were talking to. All of a sudden you felt a tear on your costume and she was forcing you out of the room before you even knew what was happening, one hand firmly on your hip and the other on your shoulder. Everything was a blur as she guided you all the way back to your room, flashing her finger at the door to open it before you collided with the ageing wood. It was only to fling you down on the bed that she finally let go, pacing the empty space on your floor and offering no explanation for what she had just done.

“Care to tell me what that was all about?”

Rather than answering, she just stopped her pacing and crashed her bloodstained lips to yours, kissing you with a desperation you didn’t think her capable of. Just as quickly as she had started it, she pulled away, both hands buried in her hair as she resumed her pacing.

“Do you even know what you do to me.” Her voice came out low and gravelly, sending another spike to your core at both the tone and her words. “Always prancing around the school in those little outfits, it was driving me insane knowing I couldn’t just tear them off and have my way with you. And then tonight, oh tonight,” You stood, drawing closer to her as she kept ranting, too caught up in what she was saying to pay you much attention. “You thought you could just waltz into that party with that much skin on show with no consequences?” She grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the wall above your head before tracing a hand down your torso. “That teeny tiny costume, oh so low cut with a skirt that barely covers your ass. Latex? Not your best idea, my little devil.” Keeping her hold on your hands, she slid a nail down the ripped neckline of your outfit, successfully exposing your breasts to her. “It all would’ve been fine, had it not been for your wardrobe malfunction. Only I get to see that much of you, are we clear?”

All you could do was moan in response as she lavished attention on your chest, drinking in the sight of you half bare and entirely at her mercy.

“I said, are we clear.”

“Mmm, we’re clear, we're clear.”

“We’re clear mommy.”

“Yes mommy, you’re the only one allowed to see me like this.”

“Good, now help me take the rest of this off. Latex is a bitch to sweat in, and I'm guessing someone’s more than a little bit worked up right about now.”

She released her hold on your wrists and you dropped your arms, allowing her to peel the dress off of you and discard it on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your black underwear and horned headband.

“I want to see you, please?”

“Of course, go lay down for me and I’ll be right there.”

Rushing back over to the bed, you lay on your back and craned your neck to get the best possible view as she dropped her dress to the ground and walked over with a sway of her hips that only darkened the visible mark on your panties. She wasted no time in straddling you and pulling you into another bruising kiss, swiping her tongue along the seam of your lips and gaining the access she wanted right away. It was everything you expected of her, rough and selfish while still showing enough care to keep you enthralled as her tongue swept through your mouth, swallowing each others moans as she rolled her hips across your stomach, leaving a trail of arousal in her wake. The pressure of her on top of you was almost too much as she maintained both the force of the kiss and the motion of her hips, groaning whenever her clit hit your skin. Your hands were buried in her hair, ruining the sleekness she had worked so hard for earlier that evening but now couldn’t care less about, not when the thing she had craved for so long was finally happening. She pulled away and you whined and attempted to pull her back in, earning a glare from the older woman as she slipped down the bed until her head was between your thighs. Lighting her finger once more to vanish your underwear, she began kissing down your thighs, slowly drawing closer to where you wanted her the most.

“Please…” you let out.

“Please what?”

Please eat me out, please mommy.”

“Anything baby.”

Her tongue ran across your entrance and you gasped at the sensation, eyes falling closed and the sound morphing into a groan as she reached your clit. She nipped at the sensitive spot and you saw stars for a moment, the sinful moans leaving your lips only spurring her on. Focusing on your entrance, she kissed and teased at the flesh, dragging sounds you had never heard yourself make before from the base of your throat. Dipping her tongue into you, your back arched off the bed as she picked up the pace, plunging it in and out as your breath came in short puffs of air, most of which were immediately used up on the truly barbaric sounds you were making now. Your walls clenched around her as you reached the edge, spouting gibberish in an attempt to convey how close you were, only for her to retract her tongue and go back to marking your inner thighs. Whimpering in confusion, you opened your eyes to find her staring at you, lips still moving slowly against your skin. Pulling away, she licked the taste of you from her mouth before speaking.

“You really thought it’d be that easy? That you could wear that little outfit, tease me like that, and still get to cum?” The look in her eyes was dangerous, almost predatory.

You looked away, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Look at me,” she grabbed your chin, balancing herself by planting her other hand on your thigh. “If you can’t take it, don’t act like such a brat.” Leaning back onto her heels, she pulled you up with her, forcing you against the headboard when you were upright, mirroring her position and sitting on your own heels.

“Hands on the bed.”

The same glow that usually emanated from her finger this time came from her eyes, conjuring thick swathes of silk and binding your hands to the bed. Scanning the room for a moment, her eyes settled on something on your nightstand and she smiled, leaning over you painfully slowly to grab it. Hand wrapped around her prize, she went back to sitting opposite you, close but not quite touching.

“Now, just what do we have here?” Her hand unclenched to reveal your vibrator, the original plan for tonight before everything went sideways. “Is this what you were planning on doing after the party? Putting in an appearance and then sneaking off to touch yourself? And here I thought you were better than that.” She poised the toy over her entrance, fingers hovering over the settings. “Eyes on me love.”

Pushing it in with a groan, she started it on a lower setting and let her hands roam her upper body, stopping at her chest to tease her nipples, plucking at the bars going through them and successfully causing you to drip onto the sheets. One hand dropped down to turn up the intensity before immediately resuming rolling her piercings between her fingertips, letting every little sound fall from her open mouth, the blood long since smeared across your face and legs. Violet eyes bored into yours during her entire display, the colour barely visible around her blown pupils. The bed shook as she turned it up one final time, rocking her hips for more friction as she reached her peak, eye contact finally breaking as her head fell back and she released a wicked moan that had you writhing against the bonds, aching to feel something, anything other than the soft fabric of the bedsheets. She tipped her head back down, eying you hungrily.

Voice lower than usual she said, “Go on, say whatever it is you’re thinking.”

The sight of her using your vibrator, the thing that had been inside you oh so many times now inside of her, had triggered some need inside of you that you didn’t know you had. Everything about what she had just done was driving you wild with need, as she could so plainly see by the wet patch on the bed beneath you.

“Please mommy, please touch me I need you gods just please.” Your voice came out far higher than you were expecting it to, barely less than a whine. “I won’t do it again, you’ll be the only one allowed to see that much of me.”

“Damn right.”

She advanced, two fingers easily slipping into your dripping cunt and lips muffling your gasp. The binds stayed around your wrists, rendering you putty in her grasp.

#lady lesso #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #sge #clarissa dovey #lady lesso x reader #halloween #halloween party #halloween smut #god tags r hard #losing my mind go read kaz's fic its such a serve #woo spooky season

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yurislotusgarden · 6 months

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TEACHER/PROFESSOR!DAZAI HC'S PART 2

ʚїɞ There are hc's just about teacher Dazai but also some including reader once again so-

ʚїɞ Dazai x reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 785

ʚїɞ Part 1

ʚїɞ My current ongoing Christmas event

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just some regular fluff and stuff

ʚїɞ The first part was more liked than I thought damn

ཐིཋྀ If you want to find him outside of the lesson there are 3 options if he isn’t in the classroom

ཐིཋྀ One would be that he’s in Chuuya’s classroom to annoy him (many students wonder why he goes there when they claim to hate each other)

ཐིཋྀ The second one would be that he’s gone to the teacher's lounge probably annoying Kunikida

ཐིཋྀ Or the third option, the lil shit is wandering around the halls so you need to count on sheer luck to find him

ཐིཋྀ Everyone wonders whether he comes to work with bed hair everyday because he's too lazy to brush it out or his hair is naturally messy

ཐིཋྀ HE WOULD HAVE HIS HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL VERY OFTEN SO IT DOESN’T GO INTO HIS EYES VBDWIBWJWDAEDIVAD

ཐིཋྀ In winter he makes it look like he has a new sweater/shirt everyday, but he simply styles it differently (Motivation comes from the amusement he gets after confusing the students)

ཐིཋྀ He so would wear jewelry like necklaces, earrings, and rings (he wore all his rings outside of the gloves besides the marriage band until his marriage was revealed to the students, after that, it joined the other rings on top and not under the material)

ཐིཋྀ Chuuya even gets him new jewelry every few months, even if there isn't a special occasion

ཐིཋྀ He wanted to make one of those charts with stars or other shapes for specific things like ‘you get a star if you give your work in on time’ to give out good grades practically for free but the school didn't allow him

ཐིཋྀ Students would love that idea, because who wouldn't want free good grades

ཐིཋྀ Actually, I think the school would let him do the chart thing in his first year, but said ‘no’ later

ཐིཋྀ His classroom would be decorated for different occasions, no doubt on that one

ཐིཋྀ He and Chuuya once came to work in each other's clothes and literally everyone was so lost on why they lost a bet to you

ཐིཋྀ Whenever he's in as a substitute, he makes it so damn fun that no student even thinks of skipping because they would miss absolute tea

ཐིཋྀ He always has pens/pencils for the students to borrow if they need it

ཐིཋྀ During his first few years, a student would get expelled every year from his class due to their stupid decision to flirt with him because they wanted better grades or needed to pass

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of that, a student flirted with you once (a small passing crush) and you had to stop Dazai from expelling them for that😭✋

ཐིཋྀ One time, he randomly called in, saying he couldn't go in. It was obvious he wasn't sick but he hung up before anyone could ask questions

ཐིཋྀ You were sick, that's the reason

ཐིཋྀYou brought cookies the first time you visited Dazai’s class to actually meet the students, and immediately, they held you in high regard because ’Professor Dazai’s spouse brought a cookie for every single student in his class, and you just can’t dislike someone who gives cookies because they wanted to make sure they seem nice’

ཐིཋྀ You wanted to bring ice cream but you realized early on how much it would need to be and decided on cookies instead

ཐིཋྀ The students would be absolutely jealous of Dazai’s bentos when they saw them, no matter whether it was before they knew about you or after

ཐིཋྀ If it was before, they would always ask where he got them and he would give a random street name, just for the students to realize it was something completely different once they checked out the actual address

ཐིཋྀ If it’s after they found out, I can guarantee that some students straight up asked or even offered money to have a bento made by you💀

“It looks so delicious [random name]!”

“You still shouldn’t have asked his spouse to make you food.”

“You’re acting like the professor knows I asked about it.”

“And you’re acting like it’s not obvious that I’ve been told about that.”

ཐིཋྀ Yes, he scared those 2 students in the middle of the lecture and assigned extra work for the one that asked you for food

ཐིཋྀ Dazai gatekeeps your meals from most people, he would from everyone if it wasn't for the fact that he knows it would make you sad to be unable to give food to your friends😭

ཐིཋྀ You sometimes give Dazai 2 or more bentos than just one if you know that one of the other professors didn't make food for the day (if the other person is Chuuya, you need to tell the ginger that Dazai has another bento with him or he won't get it because of Dazai not bothering to tell him or giving it to him)

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

@kissesmellow21 @deonsx @sukiischaotic (I hope you 3 won't mind the tagging <3)

#writing this was more fun that it should #I should listen to teachers in school but no #I write fanfics instead #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu bsd #bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu

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gilded-garnet · 11 months

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Beastly Behaviour

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

WC: ~1.5K / Themes: (Fluff 💚 Light Violence 👊)

Summary: If there's one thing MC can't stand, it's a bully. During a Beasts Class, she takes defending Sebastian's honour into her own hands - literally.

(Yep, someone is getting punched and Sebastian is smitten.)

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"Why did you decide to take Beasts Class again? I never got the sense you were that interested," MC asked on the way to their first class of the year.

Sebastian shrugged non-committally. "I got a good enough grade and I'm keeping my options open. The extra studying's not an issue."

"Riiiight. And it wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I happen to be taking it, would it?" She asked, shooting him a sly smirk.

She expected him to deny it; she was only teasing, after all, but he returned her gaze seriously, wearing a fond expression.

"It may have had a small influence on my decision," he admitted, and she scoffed to hide her blush.

They arrived at the class and MC gave Poppy a quick hug in greeting before Professor Howin rounded them up.

"Everyone, follow me! I have a special lesson planned to welcome you all back." She led the trail of students out beyond the paddocks and through the tree line of the forest, finally coming to a stop at a grassy clearing. MC smiled when she saw what awaited them there.

"Here we are!" Their professor declared, holding her arms out in rather dramatic fashion.

There was a heavy pause before someone spoke. It was that haughty Slytherin boy who had harassed that Kneazle and Poppy back in fifth year. MC had never bothered to learn his name. "Um, professor, not to be rude, but there doesn't actually appear to be anything here," he sneered, and a Ravenclaw girl by his side snickered loudly. What in Merlin's name were those two doing in this class, anyway? Seeking to torture harmless creatures for sport, no doubt.

"Perhaps not to you, Mr. Parkinson, but I'll wager there's at least one person here who can identify the magnificent creatures before us," Professor Howin replied, looking at the rest of the class expectantly.

"Thestrals," MC answered, instantly.

Professor Howin smiled at her, nodding her approval, though there was was a tinge of sympathy in her eyes to accompany it.

"Indeed! As many of you will be aware, Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death. Of course, that has earnt them a rather negative reputation..." Professor Howin went on to speak of how Thestrals had unfairly cemented their place in wizard folklore as harbringers of misfortune. Sebastian listened with his arms folded, a small frown on his face.

"You really don't like Thestrals, do you?" MC stated more than asked, leaning her head towards his ear.

"I don't dislike them. They just...remind me of what I've lost, that's all. The very concept of them is macabre," he replied.

"But they're such gentle creatures," she insisted, though she soon realised that her timing was rather questionable when Professor Howin began tossing raw steaks into the clearing. The Thestrals descended upon them with gusto, and the 'unsighted' in their class let out gasps of fear and amazement as the the meat seemingly began to levitate and then vanish before their eyes.

Sebastian's lip twitched, and he looked at her with dry amusement. "Ah, yes. Look at them ever so gently ripping apart those steaks."

She rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

"What is even the point of this? Most of us can't even see the damn things anyway," Parkinson muttered irritably under his breath. He looked around the clearing before his eyes alighted on another, much more visible form of entertainment.

He sauntered over to MC and Sebastian, a gleam in his eyes that she very much did not like the look of.

"Sallow, you can see them, right?" Parkinson asked in an exagerated whisper, practically pushing her aside in the process.

Sebastian frowned. He had no patience for his housemate at the best of times. "Just what exactly are you getting at, Parksinson?"

"Is it true that your parents got themselves killed playing around with a muggle contraption?" Parkinson probed, lowering his voice even further. She saw Sebastian tense and felt a wave of apprehension overcome her.

"Did your uncle go in an equally tragic way? Perhaps he tripped and fell on his garden shears outside that quaint cottage of yours?" Parkinson continued with a cruel smile, his words sickly. MC was equal parts shocked and outraged by his brazenness.

Sebastian hadn't reacted yet, but she could sense the warning signs: the darkening in his expression and the twitch of his fingers towards his wand. She, however, acted first. Without a word, she marched over to Parkinson, wand forgotten, and punched him square in the face.

She heard (and felt) a rather satisfying crack before he stumbled backwards onto the floor, clutching his nose. The Thestrals bellowed, spooked, and fled from the clearing in a rush of hoofbeats and leathery wings.

"Wh - what the hell?!" He spluttered with outrage, but the heat of his accusation was largely undone by his nasally voice, now thick with blood.

"Muggle enough for you?" She spat, glaring down at him. She was acutely aware of Sebastian's eyes on her back and looked over her shoulder to see him staring at her with eyes wide and mouth agape.

Professor Howin pushed her way through the circle of students that had formed around them. "And what, exactly, is going on here?" She demanded, glaring daggers at them both.

Parkinson jabbed an accusatory finger up at MC, his other hand still clutching his streaming nose. "This lunatic attacked me!"

"Only because he was saying some truly vile things," she retorted, her temper rising again. She obviously hadnt hit him hard enough.

"Enough!" Professor Howin shouted, her voice firm. "Both of you will serve detention with me for a week. I will not tolerate such beastly behaviour in my class."

"What? Why me?!" Parkinson spluttered.

Professor Howin looked down at him with a withering look. "Because I have no doubt, Mr Parkinson, that you did in fact say some rather vile things to earn that broken nose."

Sebastian snorted with laughter, and a few other students couldn't stifle their giggles. Behind his hand, Parksinson's face turned even redder. The Ravenclaw girl dutifuly arrived at his side, attempting to hook her hand under his elbow, but he shook her off impatiently. He staggered to his feet and glared at MC and Sebastian before he marched away, muttering a stream of curses.

With the subject of their lesson now notably absent, Professor Howin promptly called an end to the class and they began to trapse back to the castle. Sebastian and MC walked together, shoulders brushing.

"It was very good of you to defend my honour like that," Sebastian remarked. "That punch was much better than anything I could have come up with."

"Yes, well, I've never been able to stand that prat. Been itching to do that since last year," she replied, flexing her now aching hand. She'd apparently managed to injure herself in the process.

She sucked in a surprised breath when Sebastian gently cradled her injured hand in his own, running his thumb soothingly over her stinging knuckles. She looked up, her eyes meeting his.

"I'll be sure to find a way to express my gratitude," he commented, eyes twinkling with mischief in a way that made her heart flip. An abundance of scenarios came immediately to mind as to just how he could thank her, but she buried those thoughts deep.

"You really are amazing, you know that?" He continued, looking at her with such sincerity that her mind struggled to form words. He was so close, and his lips looked incredibly soft.

But then Sebastian's eyes became unfocussed as he clocked something over her shoulder and he smirked, releasing her hand and taking a step back. "Watch out, I think your number one fan is on their way."

"Wha - ?" She didn't get to finish before something small and solid collided full speed with her waist, forcing the air from her lungs.

"Oh, MC, that was simply marvelous! I wish I had your courage; I would have done that a thousand times over by now," Poppy enthused, hugging her tightly.

"It was my pleasure, Poppy," MC replied, still catching her breath, for more reasons than one.

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Sebastian wasted no time filling his best friend in on the day's events whilst in their dorm room.

"...and then, Ominis, she punched him, square in the face!" Sebastian enthused, unable to contain his euphoria.

"She what?!" Ominis spluttered, pausing as he rummaged through his bag.

"I know!" Sebastian answered, laughing. He threw himself back onto his bed with a blissful sigh. "Honestly, I couldn't believe it, but I think it might just be the best thing I have ever seen. She's incredible."

Ominis scoffed, but smiled all the same. "You're both utterly mad. You deserve each other, honestly."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #honestly I don't think this is great but I wanted to post it anyway!

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nishiyako · 11 months

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Sweets (NSFW)

Paring : Nishinoya x SweetsAddicted!Reader

Tags : Cowgirl, sharing food, slight voyeurism, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight Femdom, one-sided pinning, emotionaly-charged sex

Summary : You always had a thing for sugar. During a study session, you were keeping your mouth busy. Little did you know your little habit burned itself in Noyas mind, later that night, he couldn't stop thinking, longing for you. Thankfully, his agony doesn't last for long thanks to a suprise visitor.

You loved sweets, since the start of your friendship Noya always knew about your little sugar obsession, everytime you'd go for snack runs you'd by candies, after a meal you'd two would always share desserts. You never had a favorite asfar as he knew. You liked anything sweet.

He always saw you chewing on something, or if you'd be busy, you'd have a lolipop or hard candy to keep your mouth busy. Yet no matter how much you ate you'd always look so perfect in your uniform, you had no idea how many times Noya just wanted to rip your blouse open when saw you, or if you'd wear your PE uniform, his eyes traced your curves as the fabrics clinged to your body, you were fucking eye-candy.

He's obvious when it comes to his feelings. He knows he likes you, but he's never properly confessed his feelings to you. You could admit that there was always something between the both of you, but you didn't want to act on it in case you assumed wrong. God, you were dumb.

During break, you and Noya agreed to meet in the library to research for some paper where you were partners. He entered the library scanning the room for you, he saw you in the corner of his eye struggling with some books, he rushed over as he took the books out of your hands "Don't worry I got it" he said grunting as he picked up the huge stack of books, they were tall enough to cover your line of sight when you held them, who knew what would've happened if he wasn't there.

He was only a bit taller than you, yet you were older than him by months. You acted as some kind of mentor as your grades were better than his. You guided him to a table as he set down all the books with a thud, both of your eyes fainaly met as he was start-struck by how cute you looked today, just like how you were every day.

"Sugar? this early?" He asked as he saw the lolipop stick in your mouth, "mhm" you hummed in a chipper tone, you pulled out the candy from your mouth to explain to Noya what he had to do since he'd be lost without you, all you both had to do was read some books and get as much information as you could on the subject, once you had your noteds you could start working on the summary of the paper.

You sat across him as you opened your first book, and he did the same. What a shame. He hoped he could've talked to you the whole time, hearing your sweet voice was his favorite part of lunch. You played with the stick of the lolipop as you suckled on it. This instantly got his attention.

He was supposed to be reading, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your mouth parted as he saw how your tongue played without the candy. He then felt something, something in his pants. Was he getting hard from this?

He watched the bulge in your cheek as his mind misinterpreted it on purpose, using his imagination as he imagined it was his cock in your mouth. He watched how the lolipops' syrup gave your plum lips a shine, how your tounge licked it while it was inside your mouth, how you tucked your hair behind your ear so he could sew your cute face.

He was rock-hard at this point. Just seeing you suck on a lolipop made him think things. "Hey, are you okay?" You asked mouth still full, He palmed himself under the table to cover it up. He felt like such a pervert. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit cold or something, " he stammered, looking for a reason."If you want, I came to move closer to you, " he panicked."No! Actually, it's pretty hot in here, " he said, then taking off his jacket. What was it? Hot or cold? You laughed it off as you continued with your research.

Break finished, and so did the day, Noya walked you home like every other night. He was ranting as he walked by you closely, shoulders slightly touching. As you turned the corner, he finished up his story. You arrived at your door as he was a couple of steps behind,

"Hm, Noya?"

He was still thinking about the research that he wasn't able to do as he spent most of his time doodling and staring at you without you knowing.

"Noya?"

Maybe he'd do some research when he gets home, there's defenetly more stuff on the subject in the internet right?

"Noya!" You shouted.

This snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at you as you opened the door "I'll see you?" You asked "Uh yea, see yea!" He said as he gave you a smile as you closed the door.

He walked home and went straight to his room, his sisters asked if he wanted dinner but he didn't want any, they were surprised as Noya always ate so much after a long day, regardless if he had practice or not.

He closed his door as he took out his notebooks and some pens. He had a strong start as he filled a page full of new information in an hour, it's still not enough compared to your 3 full pages, and that's only from the school's source books. He put his pen down as he threw his head back, leaning on his chair. Even in his academics, he still was thinking about you, how hard working you were, how smart you were, and God how cute you'd be. His cheeks turned red just thinking about you. He wondered if he had this effect on you, too.

Would you like it if he suddenly just kissed you? Or maybe undressed you and had you right then, wherever you two might be. He twitched in his pants as he let out an annoyed sigh. he was doing this to himself. You're out of his leauge, he was lucky enough to have you as a friend.

He knew that, but he wished that you two could be more. He wished he could spoil you, show you off, buy you every piece of candy there ever was. He laughed, yea he'd like that.

His hands ventured down his uniform pants he was still wearing, he stroked himself under his clothes, normaly he'd spend some time looking for a good video but just the thought of you did it for him. imagining it was your hand instead of his really got him going. his breath got heavy as he started to whimper your name. Maybe if he closed his eyes, it would feel better.

God, it did. The image of you stroking him, you in between his legs, your soft hands around his twitching cock, he kept whimpering as your name was peppered into his lewd noises.

He heard your familiar giggle come from his now opened door. he looked and he saw you, you were wearing some loose t-shirt and a skirt as you were holding a game console, "Fuck! When did you get here?" He said panicked as he took his hands out of his pants, "your sisters let me in, I told you I'd come over." Your speech was muttered by the new lolipop in your mouth, so that's what you ment when you asked 'I'll see you', "right.." muttered as his cheeks turned red.

You put down the console as you locked the door behind you, he tried to explain that he wasn't what it looks like, you took the lolipop out of your mouth as you kissed him, he melted into the kiss as he still tasted the sugar in your lips.

You pulled away to see his stunned expression, "What are you-" You shoved your lolipop in his mouth before he could even finnish his question. You pulled down his pants as his cock sprang up alredy stimulated, you felt him in your hand twitching and hard, you know that's gonna feel good.

You straddled him in his chair. he was panicking. Was this really happening? If it is he prays that you wouldn't stop, you wouldn't tease him like this, would you? No, you always thought before you acted, so you planned this out. yeah, you defenetly planned this out.

You pulled your panties to the side as you lifted your skirt up, you grinded against him causing even more pleasurable friction in between you two, his moans were muffled as he sucked on the treat you gave him.

You took the lead as you slowly sinked onto him. You were tight and warm, better than his hand could ever be. His hands griped on your hips, making you move faster and deeper on him. He couldn't take the suspense. He's wanted you for so long.

His whines grew louder as you started to bounce up and down, your hands explored under his white t-shirt, feeling his lean body. god, he was beautiful.

"Noya, you feel so good," you whined in his ear as you kept bouncing. You felt him twitch inside you from your words. He was so helpless when it came to you. He was always confident in himself, but he just wanted to be smothered and spoiled by you right now.

He was so unbelievably sensitive he didn't know low long he could last, he kneaded the flesh of you hips, feeling your curves as you rode him senseless, his brain was going blank at the pleasure and the sight of you riding his cock.

You sounded so good, he sounded so good, you two couldn't last, even if your first times with each other was short, you both felt so unbelievably good.

"Noya, I'm gonna -" he cut you off, already knowing what you were gonna say. "Me too," he said as his voice cracked, still muffled by your candy in his mouth. he clinged onto you desperately, holding your around your waist as you pleasure him like the bitch in heat you were.

God you were good, so fucking good he might just...

He came inside you, filling you up as you still kept moving. Your legs were shaking as fluids started to drip down your thighs. He let out a chain of whispered curses as you collapsed on top of him.

You hugged him as he hugged you, your body heat radiating off of you as you slipped him out.

"you wanna stay over..?" He asked awkwardly hoping for a yes, you considered your options as it was a weekend night.

"Yea, sure, my parents aren't home anyways"

"It's like they're never home" he said slightly laughing

"I guess that means more time for you."

#haikyuu smut #nishinoya smut #yuu nishinoya #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x reader

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writeonwhiskey · 3 months

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Campaign For Love (Jeongin One-Shot)

a/n: i received an ask three days ago from @ilov3jeong1n. the request? enemies to lover/academic rivals with Jeongin. as i started writing, i quickly realized this was going to be longer than a drabble. apparently I can't keep it short. anyways, hope you enjoy!

word count: 3,729

genre: fluff / romance / humor / high school love

warning: not proofread.

song: my universe - stray kids (seungmin, i.n, changbin)

Campaign For Love

REGISTRATION

You can still recall, with great clarity, the first moment you saw him. It was two weeks before freshman year began and you were on campus helping prepare for the welcome back barbecue. It was disgustingly hot out. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts and a school t-shirt, kneeling over a large paper banner—holding a brush, legs and hands covered in paint.

“Just the person I was looking for,” you heard the familiar voice of the principal approaching. “Y/n.”

You looked up when he called your name. He was walking towards you with a boy at his side. You instantly assumed he was new. You had been going to the same prestigious K-12 private school since kindergarten and you did not recognize him. He was wearing a pair of white sneakers, light blue jeans cuffed at the bottom and ripped at one knee, a black t-shirt tucked into his pants and a black belt. A dainty silver necklace hung from his neck, silver rings on a couple of fingers. His strawberry blond hair was parted down the middle and perfectly in place.

Yeah…you definitely hadn’t seen him around before.

“Yes, Principal Park?” You sat the paint brush down and stood to address him.

“This is our newest student. Jeongin Yang,” he told you, gesturing to the boy at his side.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, extending a hand.

He reached out to shake your hand. His hand was soft, you remember that.

“Likewise,” he replied with wide smile, braces on his teeth and deep dimples that made you forget to breathe.

“We’re lucky to have a mind like his joining our school. He’s exceptionally brilliant, I’m sure you two will get along well.” Principal Park said, laughing as he added, “He might just give you a run for your money.”

Your ears perked up at that. You always had the tops marks in your grade and have had your eyes set on being named valedictorian since you learned what it was. Your first thought was if this boy was going to be a problem.

The boy just smiled, and you said nothing, just continued to size him up.

“Right. Anyways,” Principal Park continued, “I’d like you to give him a tour of the school. Get him acclimated before the first day.”

You nodded your acceptance with a tight lipped smile.

“Perfect. I’ll leave you to it. Mr. Yang,” he and Jeongin shook hands. He started to walk away before stopping in his tracks and turning around. “Just remember to have that fixed by the next time I see you.” He pointed to his hair.

“Yes, of course, sir.” Jeongin replied.

When it was just the two of you, you jerked your head in the opposite direction.

“Come on then,” you said.

He kept up with your stride as you took him around the school: cafeteria, gymnasium, locker room, library, freshman locker area, etc., the whole works. He told you his family just moved to the area and other random facts about him but the things that stuck with you the most was that he planned to join several school clubs and to try out for the soccer team. Essentially, he wanted to be a good candidate when applying for college in a couple years.

By the end of the tour, he was officially on your radar.

You ended the tour back where you started and he thanked you for your time.

“See you on the first day?” He asked, beaming that metal-filled smile.

“Yeah. Feel free to ask me anything if you need help or get lost.” You said dutifully.

He nodded his head before stepping around the banner on his way out. He looked down at it and smirked. “Your ‘W’ is crooked.”

DECLARING CANDIDACY

Over the next three years you and Jeongin developed a rivalry and it frustrated you to no end. You had never before felt so concerned about anyone else beating you academically until he showed up. On the first day of freshman year he walked in like he owned the place. You almost didn’t recognize him in uniform—pleated grey pants, white collared shirt, black tie and navy blue vest and blazer. His hair was died brown, too.

To make matters worse, he was in most of your AP classes and true to his word had joined several after school clubs, making sure you saw more of him throughout the day than you wanted to. For the last three torturous years.

He was always goading you, teasing you. And after he finally got his braces off, any time he smiled at you, you felt like you might actually die. You found it unbearably annoying, how off guard it would make you. He grew taller, developed more muscle (maybe, you assume…you weren’t checking or anything), and had so many girls in the school fawning over him.

The more time you spent around him, the more you realized how right Principal Park was. Jeongin was exceptionally brilliant. It encouraged you to push yourself even harder to succeed…well, over achieve really, at this point.

It’s now nearing the end of junior year and after the morning calculus class you share, Jeongin calls out to you as you exit the room.

“Hey,” he says when you turn to face him, beaming that stupid and perfect smile of his, making you feel woozy. “I have a question for you.”

“No you can’t copy my homework,” you tease dryly.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffs, tossing his head back. “I’ll be sure to do that if I wanna get something wrong.”

You grit your teeth, tugging on the straps of your backpack. This is your fault, really. You shouldn’t have asked him to share his homework and test scores. You started a fire between you two that you couldn’t put out. Now you’re always comparing your grades with each other.

“What do you need?” You spit out.

“Sheesh, down girl,” he puts his hands up in defense. “What happened to ‘come to you if I needed anything’ hmmm?”

“That was before you starting popping up in every facet of my life for three years, Jeongin,” you reply. “What can I help you with?”

He smiles again, dimples digging into your soul.

“How does one run for class president?”

Your hands drop from the straps of your backpack, your mouth goes slack. He’s got to be joking, right? You’ve ran and been elected class president the last three years in a row and you planned to do again for senior year.

Now here comes this boy, this disgustingly handsome, intelligent boy that wants to rip it out from under you.

“Are you serious?” You ask.

“As Harry Potter’s godfather,” he jokes, placing a hand over his heart.

You ignore his attempt at humor.

“You’re going to run against me?”

He shrugs, “I’m just running in general…if it’s against you then, so be it. Who doesn’t like a little friendly competition?”

You. You don’t like it. Not with him.

“You can sign up with the front office staff, they’ll give you all the information you need,” you tell him, trying to contain your rising anger.

He was on your radar before. But now he’s in your crosshairs.

PRIMARIES

The following week on Friday, you stay after school to start hanging your posters around campus with a couple of friends. Jeongin and the other two candidates are roaming the halls doing the same. You’re trying to lock down the most prime real estate spots for advertisement around the school.

As you’re walking towards the entrance door to the cafeteria, you see Jeongin in front of you. His eyes dart from the cafeteria door to you, then back. He starts picking up his pace, so you do too. You’re both speed walking before breaking into an all out run. You dash around a pillar, he jumps over a bench in the courtyard.

You both get to the door at the same time, but you slap your poster up first and turn around to give him a smug smile.

“Inside window is better,” he says nonchalantly. He opens the door and places his poster on the interior window, then closes it. “On the way in, they’re hangry. On the way out? Full bellies, happy to see who they should vote for.”

“We will see,” you match his nonchalance.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed,” he cocks his head to side, smiling.

His words surprise you, causing a look of shock and confusion to take over your features.

“That’s a cute one too.” He tells you and you feel more heat rising to your cheeks. He holds out one of his posters to you—his smiling face plastered in the center, thumbs pointing to himself with the words, ‘Jeongin Will Go The Extra Mile To Make You Smile’ on it. “Can you put one of these in the girls locker room?”

You give a short, forced laugh. “That slogan seems wildly inappropriate for that location. No, thank you.”

“Alright…if you don’t want a fair competition,” he shrugs.

You snatch the poster from him forcefully, yet gently enough not to damage it.

“You’re annoying when you’re annoying.” You say and turn around before he can reply.

Target engaged.

CAUCUS

As if there wasn’t enough tension between you and Jeongin, your AP History professor has forced the two of you to pair up on a group project. You have both already narrowed down discussion topics, now you just have to work on your presentation slides. So today, you’re waiting in the library for what feels like an eternity. After thirty minutes pass and you haven’t heard from him, you start to wonder what’s keeping him.

You pull out your phone and send him a text.

YOU Where are you? It’s already 4:30.

ANNOYANG I’m sorry. Something came up. Had to leave early. Can you come to my place?

You want to stew in your irritation for a moment, but the more sensible part of your brain wonders if everything is okay.

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When Jeongin opens the door to his house, the first thing you notice is the thick, black, square framed glasses he's wearing. You didn’t even know he wore contacts. You find it cute. Then find it irritating that you find it cute. It’s the same vicious cycle you’re always caught in around him.

Inside his house is somewhat as you expected. It feels very traditional, with everything seemingly in its proper place.

As you’re taking off your shoes, a small child comes barreling down the hallway, with a piece of paper in his hand.

They look almost exactly alike.

“Who are you?” The mini-Jeongin comes to a halt and asks.

“Ya. Manners.” Jeongin speaks to him in Korean.

“I mean…” the boy corrects, “Nice to meet you. Whoever you are.”

You laugh.

The little boy hands the paper to Jeongin.

“This is my little brother, Joon.”

You didn’t even know Jeongin had a little brother.

“Hi, Joon. I’m y/n,” you greet him.

Jeongin looks over the paper—the boys homework apparently—before nodding his approval.

“Good job. You can go on your iPad for an hour, then you gotta read for a little, then I’ll make dinner. Deal?”

“Deal.” Joon takes the paper and runs off back down the hallway.

“My room is this way,” he leads the way through the living room and down the hall.

“Is that why you had to leave early?” You ask as he pushes the door open to his room and waits for you to enter. “To watch your little brother?”

You look around the room—it’s pretty bare. His bed is pushed against a wall near the window, there’s a nightstand, and his computer desk. Above the desk is a Cornell t-shirt, probably for inspiration. He’s mentioned it’s the college he wants to get into.

“Yeah, my dad had a doctor’s appointment, my mom had to take him, and I completely spaced that I was supposed to watch Joon today.” He tells you.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, allowing the genuine concern to seep through your tone.

“We hope so,” he says truthfully.

In all the three years you had known him, you knew so little about his home life. You start to contemplate that fact, but he speaks up again before you sink too deep into it.

“You can sit at the desk.”

You take a seat and pull out your laptop to get to work.

Jeongin sits on his bed, leaning against the wall with his laptop resting on his thighs. You’re working—you starting on the slides as Jeongin finds accompanying photos.

At times it’s silent, at times you discuss the assignment. Either way, it’s comfortable. You can’t deny that the past few times you’ve been together working on the assignment there is a certain easiness to it. You can almost forget that you’re still annoyed with him for deciding to run against you out of the blue.

“I can’t get these images to align,” you say, pushing your laptop away in frustration.

Jeongin stands from the bed and comes up behind you. He places his hand on the back of the chair and leans over you. He pulls the laptop back in place, looking to see what you mean.

He steps to the side and reaches across you. Your breath hitches in your throat at his close proximity. He smells good. Your eyes are studying his side profile as he makes quick work of the problem.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he snaps his head and turns to look at you, smirking when he catches you staring. You lean your head back a little, feeling the need to get your mouth as far away from him as possible before your body does something you don’t approve of.

“Did you fix it?” You ask.

“Of course,” he says, standing up straight.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Thanks,” you mutter.

“Always here to save your day.”

THE DEBATE

The following day all senior candidates participate in a debate during 6th period. You, Jeongin, and the other two candidates stand behind podiums in front of your peers. Both your mind and eyes keep drifting back to him throughout but you don’t miss a beat. When you’re asked a question you give an honest answer, as you always have. Students may ask for unrealistic things like fruit punch in the water fountain to which you respond it’s simply not feasible, but increased options, including healthy ones, in the vending machine are possible.

Jeongin does well too. Of course he does. He’s enigmatic in front of a crowd. And his smile, his adorable laugh, really welcomes people to engage with whatever he’s saying.

When the debate is over, the students disburse. You shake hands with the other candidates and wish them luck with the election being tomorrow.

“We made it to the end,” Jeongin says, shaking your hand.

“I still don’t know why you even wanted to run—you’ve never been interested in any of this.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs, still holding onto your hand. “I have my interests, though.”

ELECTION DAY

You and Jeongin give a flawless presentation—no doubt in your mind you’ll both earn an ‘A’.

At lunch, you go to the cafeteria to the designated voting stations. You’ll vote for Jeongin, of course. It wouldn’t be right to vote for yourself and you know he’d be great at the job. As you pick up a pencil and look over the ballot, your eyebrows furrow in confusion. His name is missing. You pick up another ballot to see if it’s a misprint.

No, his name is truly not on it. You take the ballots to the guidance counselor watching over the voting area.

“The ballots are wrong,” you say, handing them to her. “Jeongin’s name isn’t on them.”

“They’re correct. He withdrew from the race.”

“What?” You ask, dumbfounded. “Why?”

“I’m not sure, you’d have to ask him that.”

You sit the ballots on the table an storm out of the cafeteria in search of Jeongin. He’s in the courtyard with a group of friends.

“Yang,” you call out to him and gesture for him to come over.

As he approaches, you take a few steps back towards an empty area near the lockers.

“What?” He asks, as if he doesn’t know.

“Why did you drop out of the race?”

“Oh,” he shrugs. ��You’re right. I wasn’t that interested in it.”

You feel rage boiling inside of you. Why had he put you through all of that then?

“And you only figured it out last night?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “I decided I want to express my interest elsewhere.”

You squint your eyes. If he says anything about trying to take your sport as valedictorian instead, you will lose your shit.

“Where?” You ask.

He takes a step towards you, and you take a step back. Your back ends up pressed against the lockers. He sticks his hand out against them and you audibly gulp as he leans in.

“Right here.” He says, his voice low. “I only ran to get your attention anyways.”

You lean your head back against the locker, locking eyes with him.

“Yang.” You say flatly. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re smart, y/n, you can figure it out.”

“I don’t understand,” you shake your head.

“You’ve taken competing with me to a whole new level in the last couple years.” He explains. “You hardly ever spoke to me unless it was about test scores.”

You look down at the ground. He’s right.

“I know how bad you want this,” his voice is right next to your ear.

Your eyes snap back up, a look of confusion on your face.

He chuckles, seeing your expression.

“I mean the presidency,” he lowers his hand and steps back, finally giving you some breathing room. “I wouldn’t really try to take that from you.”

You chew on your bottom lip, unsure what to say.

“Just…keep that in mind.” He says. “I voted for you by the way.”

And he walks away.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur and you’re completely unfocused. In your last class, you’re announced the winner over the intercom. You smile and thank everyone as they cheer for you. But your mind is miles away. Your entire history and all the interactions with Jeongin have been flooding in. Had you been so caught up in your competitiveness that you couldn’t tell he had feelings for you?

After school, you head for the soccer field. Jeongin isn’t there yet. You sit on a bench and wait for him to arrive. When he does, you stand up and walk to meet him near the gate blocking the bleachers from the field.

“Congratulations,” he says with a genuinely heart-warming smile.

You take a deep breath, mustering up all the courage and wits you have within you. You grip his arms in your hands and push him back against the gate. He looks surprised this time. Even more so as you stand on your tiptoes. You shut your eyes and lean your head forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You feel a jolt of electricity shoot from your lips down to your toes and back up again. Your lips against his feels right. They’re soft, and plum, and he tastes minty fresh.

You break the kiss and take a step back.

“I think I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you admit.

He chuckles and reaches forward, hooking a finger into your belt loop to pull you back against him. He lowers his head and kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck as his tongue snakes out, licking across your lips. You part them, allowing it to enter. You slide yours against his, moving your head in sync, leaning from left to right.

There’s a faint, repeated sound of a whistle going off that makes you both break apart. Your eyes lock and you giggle, covering your mouth. He chuckles.

His coach calls for him and he releases your belt loop.

“Call me tonight?” He asks.

“Okay,” you say, trying to hide your smile and failing.

He places a quick peck on your cheek before taking off to the field.

You feel like you’re soaring.

INAUGURATION

The first week of senior year and you’re in your rightful position as class president. You’ve just wrapped up a meeting about budgets for the senior trip and prom. Everyone else has already left the room and you stayed behind to tidy up—pushing the chairs in, gathering trash. The door to the room opens and Jeongin enters.

“Hey Prez,” he greets you with a smile.

It still makes your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you say, returning the gesture.

“Shouldn’t you be making someone else clean?”

“Nah—they probably would half ass it. I’m done already anyways.” You tell him. “What are you still doing here?”

“I decided to wait for you.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

He walks towards you, placing his hands on your hips.

“It is,” he replies, leaning down for a kiss.

The butterflies in your stomach start to flutter. Truthfully they haven’t stopped since the first time you two kissed.

When he breaks apart from you, he takes your hand in his.

“Come on, let’s go grab a bite.”

He gives your hand a squeeze and starts to lead you out of the room. You bite your lip to keep a smile from spreading across your face still. You’re thankful he’s not watching. Senior Class President? No big deal. But this?

Your inaugural role as Jeongin Yang’s girlfriend. It’s new, uncharted territory. But you have no reason to worry. You don’t know it yet, but your blossoming love will defeat the test of time. He’ll be at your side throughout college, you’ll continue to push each other to do your best and succeed, you’ll be there for him when his dad passes, you’ll support him through his doctorate and eventually you’ll marry and start a family.

And to think, all it took was a little friendly competition. Yeah, you won the election and you will be named valedictorian. But he will always claim he beat you at falling in love.

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a/n: how was that? this was fun to write! i will get to more asks between writing for my other fics. it's nice to have a break and play with other characters a bit 🩵

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #stray kids #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #jeongin #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #i.n skz #i.n x reader

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bloodyodyssey · 1 year

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its way past time i stop messing with this so basic sheet on my limbus oc Antigone. Im gonna put like everything under the cut bc im gonna ramble lol:

Basic info:

Name: Antigone

Age: ??? im thinking early-mid 30′s for rn

Height: 5′11

Hair color: Bown, almost a dark red color

Eye color: Gray

Character Color: Clandestine Terracotta

Appearance: Brown skinned woman with her hair shaved into a very low afro (not quite a buzz cut however). Large but sparse eyebrows and perpetually half-lidded bored looking eyes. She has one mole underneath her right eye. Other notable features are the scars on her face and neck. The first scar on her upper lip, is a result of her being born with a cleft lip and it never fully closed but it doesn’t give her any issues. Some of her gum and tooth can be seen through the gap in the scar. Another scar is located on her head, stretching from about the middle of her right temple to right above her right eyebrow. The last scar is an old burn scar that goes around her entire neck, and she often keeps this covered with a braided cord necklace and a light yellow scarf. She isn’t fond of anyone touching her neck. Antigone also wears amber colored earrings that she got from her sister, and they are the one posession she treasures most. she’s always torn between leaving them off so that they aren’t lost in battle, and keeping them on to have some form of attachment with Ismene, who she hasn’t seen in years.

Personality: Speaks in a terse-formal manner but she also enjoys small talk. Gets along well with other sinners who have a strong sense of personal justice (she adores don quixote thats her bestie) and is known to be petty and throw snide remarks at sinners who favor rules over what is right or wrong (so she butts heads with ishmael quiet a bit as well as outis.) She values life above all else and honors death, having seen so much in her own family. She doesn’t goad over her enemies when she kills them, and instead wishes them a peaceful rest and it sounds almost like a prayer to the other sinners (which many think is strange since religion is obsolete. Antigone herself isn’t really religious she just respects the cycle of life and fate almost to the point of fear but she doesn’t make this apparent)

Room: Like the other sinners her room is normal unless she is in distress. While distressed the room takes on an earthy tomb-like appearance with graves appearing in the floor. towards the back wall there is a single item- a thread spinner that is constantly feeding out red thread that joins together tattered pictures on the wall. Each picture is a photo of her family, from her mother and father, pictures of her brother, and a photograph of her and ismene.

Still working out some stuff while i go through the other games but her family maintained a prestigious company in one of the other nests (not large enough to be a wing per-se but still up there). Stuff happens and she’s banned from the nest she was raised in to the backstreets. She ends up taking the exam to become a fixer since she no longer has a support system or knows anyone in the backstreets and it would be a sure way to at least get some kind of income and support herself enough to at least eat and joins an office. She only ever does enough to keep afloat though, so she never rises above a grade 7.

#limbus oc #limbus company #i had more to type but this is like. more than enough lol

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wrencatte · 1 year

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just another robin!Jason & Bruce fic that will lead into a Red Hood!Jason & Bruce part. It's becoming a thing, i think....I hope that's okay XD XD

This one is: Jason is a nerd no matter how old he is. more family fluff and angst than anything else tbh.

The first time it happens, it catches Bruce by surprise –

He’s down in the Cave a little early, sorting through some evidence, when he hears a purposeful shuffle behind him. Bruce bites down the smile – Jason didn’t need to be purposeful. While he made it pretty far remaining undetected, he lost the plot somewhere halfway through. When he turns to his Robin – because the Cave means Bruce is Batman and Jason is Robin – he stops in mild confusion.

Normally, by now, Jason would be half suited up, just missing his cape and domino and maybe his gloves.

This time, the boy is dressed down in a Wonder Woman hoodie and some sweats, wearing socks because Alfred refuses to let any of them down here barefooted, and looking more unsure than Bruce has seen in a long, long while. Jason’s been gaining confidence by the truck load since their last talk and it’s bizarre to see him nervous now, peeking up at Bruce through his overgrown curls, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, rocking back on his heels before he realizes what he’s doing and forcibly stops.

“Everything okay, Jay?” Bruce asks softly, making sure to keep it that way. This set up could have Jason bolting in the worst way if Bruce approaches this any other way but understanding and open.

Jason’s head snaps up, eyes wide like he hadn’t noticed Bruce noticing him even though they made eye contact and that just makes Bruce more concerned. His gazes flickers sideways, and he pulls out a hand to scratch his cheek, smile small and wobbly.

“Heeeyy, boss-man,” Jason says, definitely avoiding eye contact now. “So. Question.”

Bruce opens up his body language, doesn’t get up because he doesn’t want to loom – he’s been reading more parenting books lately by order of Dick. (He can see why and had made a vow to start implementing those lessons on his first son too.). He keeps it obvious he’s paying attention and is curious, but makes sure he’s not too curious.

Interrogating Rogues is easier than this – he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Answer,” Bruce says, smiling. Jason’s smile gets a little less nervous at the easy tone. “What’s going on?”

“I have a project due. In English.”

“Do you need help?” is Bruce’s immediate offer. Not that Jason’s ever needed help with schoolwork except with the occasional math or chemistry problem, but those were saved for the truly mind-boggling questions.

“…No. I was wondering…I was wondering if I could stay home – from patrol…to work on it,” Jason mumbles, head ducking down.

Bruce stares. “Excuse me?”

His shoulders creep to his ears. “I just. I wanna get a good grade,” he continues to mumble and Bruce doesn’t stop him. He can hear him perfectly fine. It’s obvious asking this is a big step, Bruce just doesn’t understand why it’s a big step. “And I was just hopin’ to work on it tonight.”

Bruce blinks. “You want to skip patrol to work on a school project?”

And just like that, Jason’s squaring up, shoulders popping up, back straightening, chin jutting out in a stubborn gesture that Bruce has to keep himself from smiling at. He’s thirteen, not six. It really is the stance of a rebellious teenager, not the cute pout of a toddler, but it’s just so nice to see.

Jason had been all spite-fire and aggressive defense when Bruce first found him in that alley, three tires into the batmobile and no intentions of stopping, but after the initial meet up and spike of adrenaline, after – after the disaster (and subsequent first case) that was Ma Gunn, Jason had practically wilted. Still the snark and the stubbornness that could match Dick head for head, but there was something off.

Something like not really asking for things that he wants. Like he thinks he’s not allowed to have them, like Bruce or Alfred will tell him no.

Oh. Oh. Big step.

Bruce settles back in his chair. “Of course,” he says after a split second of silence. Not quite hesitation, but long enough for Jason to start to get defensive, the perfect counterpoint on the tip of his tongue if Bruce had said no. “Of course you can stay home from patrol, Jaylad. Do you…” Now he visibly hesitates and Jason’s giddiness at getting what he wants (such a small thing. He asked for such a small thing and thought Bruce was going to say no?) “Do you want me to stay behind, help out?”

Jason’s eyes widen. “What?” He shakes his head rapidly and blurts out, “No! No. You don’t, you don’t have to do that.”

“What if I want to?” Bruce asks.

His face flushes. “Gotham needs you,” he says in a rush. “I – It’s fine.” He pauses. “Plus. No offense, boss-man. You’re, like, really bad at book analyses.”

Bruce laughs out loud, and Jason cracks a smile before he laughs too.

#jason todd #bruce wayne #batfamily #robin jason todd #my writing

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spacecatsocblog · 1 year

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Concept for one of the main characters of Space Cats, Psyche!

Psyche is actually the first character I ever made for this story back in the 6th grade... around 8 years ago (omg I cant believe this story is almost 9 yrs old...)

info on Psyche (this is long im very sorry):

He is a jaded 35 yr old fighter pilot for the Felis Military, he does his job because he has to, as he signed his life way at 18 to become a soldier.

Psyche is smart and has figured out how shit and secretive the government is, but he has accepted that there is nothing he can do about it. He is pretty much always grumpy, he doesn't like to talk much, and he's short with most people.

However he is actually an amazing pilot and fighter, he's sure to rise in the ranks, as long as he doesn't lose his temper too much and reveal his distaste for the government.

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Almost all soldiers in the Felis Military are assigned a partner during training in the academy. If a cat has family in the academy at the time, they are almost always partnered with them. Psyche very much so knew this when he joined, as he and his (adopted) brother Clvic joined the military together so they could be eachother's copilots.

Psyche doesn't like to talk about Clvic anymore... his brother is gone, and he's gotten in enough trouble for questioning his death. He refuses to believe the government is telling the truth, but as he knows, there's nothing he can do about it.

For the longest time Psyche was a rare lone pilot, refusing to be assigned another copilot. The government only allowed it because Psyche was one of their best pilots in the force, they warned him however that eventually he would be assigned a new pilot.

When that day came Psyche was assigned Tygam, a cat who had lost his hind legs in battle and had to let his copilot be reassigned while he recovered. Psyche was absolutely pissed about this whole situation, especially since Tygam is a talkative, cocky, idiot (Psyche's words).

However they actually become a great duo, Tygam gets Psyche out of his shell, and Psyche gets Tygam to stop and think before he flings himself at danger and looses another limb.

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Other fact that I didn't fit in above, Psyche is bi and poly, he is mates with a molly named Silo who is slightly insane and a high end weapons designer (i love her).

Psyche also eventually becomes mates with Tygam as well and the three of them raise Tygam's orphaned niece as their child! In prev versions of this story Psyche and Silo also have kittens but in not sure if I will keep that this time around... idk 🤷‍♂️

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Extra facts about prev versions of Psyche:

In the 6th grade when he was first created he was originally named Cycodelic Space Cat (yes spelled that way) and he was pink bec I had one pack of gell pens and they were all bright colors.

I am glad i made him tho bec his story has come so far, and if I hadn't made him pink the space cat species would look so boring.

Psyche was also a happy spunky guy when I first made him but now he's all sad and traumatized :p makes him more interesting hehe

Also in the first versions the government was chill and they were fighting space dogs, (I was a big fan of the Cats vs Dogs movie) but now the government sucks and the plot is about rebellion yay!

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[Image 1 ID: a digital drawing of Psyche, a alien cat oc. He is standing with his right side showing and his right paw raised. He has a tired, unimpressed expression on his face. He is a a slender long furred mostly white cat with pink patches of fur and green eyes. The patches of pink, are on the top of his head, covering his ears and forehead, and going down between his eyes, pink also lines his under eye. There is another large patch of pink on his flank and covering his tail. He has scars on his flank and the bridge of his nose, and they, along with his nose and ears are bright green. He is also wearing a dull green collar with a red plus symbol in a circle, a grey star and a grey bar on it./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: a drawing the same as the previous one, but this time Psyche is wearing a bulky/puffy dull green jacket with red accents. The jacket has large bulky sleeves and a large collar, the cuffs of the jacket, the zipper, and the edge of the collar are all bright red. The jacket also has darker green thick vertical stripes, one on the sleeve and two on the back. There us also a large red circular patch with a darker red plus on the shoulder of the jacket./End ID]

#Cryptidclaw’sSpaceCats #space cats #Psyche #ocs #cat ocs #my ocs #cats #digital drawing #my art #original character #original story #character design #warriors

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yourmomsgranddad · 2 years

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— RUNNING UP THAT HILL

— PAIRING: Peter Parker x maximoff!fem!reader

— SUMMARY: You shut Peter out after Tony dies and your sister goes missing.

— WORD COUNT: 1.6k

— WARNINGS: a lot of kate bush, tony's death T-T, angst!, i think like one curse word

thanks for this request, @oyasumimosura!

Your tears burned as they poured out of your eyes like geysers.

The only guy to take care of you since your brother, was dead and you were just broken up about it.

Tony was like that dad you never had and now he was gone forever.

You were done.

You were at Tony's funeral.

It was after the ceremony and you were sitting on the steps, your leg would not stop jumping.

You weren't in the highest of spirits and you felt like you were all out of tears, there were no more left to cry.

You jumped when you felt someone put their arm around you.

You turned around to see it was Peter, who's eyes were red as he was crying as well.

"Oh it's you."

He nodded with a slight smile on his face but it fell as soon as he noticed how fidgety you were.

You only got fidgety when you were nervous about something.

"Ok what's wrong?"

"I don't know, Peter. What could be wrong?" You answered and before he could say anything else, you put on some headphones and began walking away.

You couldn't hear him at all through your blasting music.

Through all the madness, your sister went missing. You and Peter started drifting away from each other.

Eventually you decided to call it quits on your relationship.

You couldn't carry that large bag with you when you already had two other ones to carry.

So you had to drop him.

Less weight off of your shoulder.

But whenever something happened, you always had your music to keep you company. Every time Peter saw you around school, you were wearing your headphones, blocking everything else out.

It's like you weren't even there.

Your grades were slowly lowering and lowering.

You quit all the school clubs you were in, including Mathletes.

Too much work.

Now you were on your way to your guidance counselor because he said he had to "speak with you." Whatever that meant.

You walked inside and sat right down in front of him. He motioned for you to take your headphones, you did so reluctantly.

"So Miss Maximoff, it's come to my attention that your grades are depleting. What's going on? You used to have phenomenal grades. And I heard you dropped Mathletes."

"I don't have times for clubs, sir."

"But you do have time to fail all your classes. I get that you might be a little broken up about your foster father but you can't let it interfere with your work."

You nodded but you didn't really care.

You felt numb, you just couldn't feel. You lost all feeling when you saw the light go out in Tony's chest.

"Mister Stark. Mister Stark! You're going to be fine! Please! Wake up!" His head fell down as he was not longer in control of his body, he was dead. You didn't want to believe so easily. "Mister Stark?"

Pepper put her hand on your shoulder, letting you know you had to let go. But you didn't want to.

You let out an ear-splitting scream and it felt like you were about to explode.

"Y/n!"

You climbed out of your memories to see Peter was looking at you with a smile on his face, holding both of his backpack straps.

"Hey." He greeted but your face remained unfazed which just made him feel even more awkward. This was the first time he had actually talked to you since the funeral.

"Hi." You replied, sounding already ready to leave this conversation.

"What were you in the guidance counselor's office? Is everything okay? Was it about Tony? or Wanda?"

"Oh my gosh Peter! Stop pestering me! You're not my boyfriend anymore. You don't need to know everything." You shut down, going to put your headphones back on but he started talking again.

"I get that. But I am still your friend, even when you shut me out. I'm allowed to care, aren't I?"

"Yes but you don't have to always get in my business."

"That's the thing. You don't let me in your business anymore. Just let me in." He reached for your hands, pulling them into his body.

At first, you were remind of all those late nights when you and Peter would just walk around New York, eating street food.

Back when things were okay.

Back when Tony was still alive.

You pulled your hands away and put them behind you. "I can't." You shortly said.

"Where did you go?"

"Peter, I'm right here."

"Are you?"

With that, he walked away, going toward where his friends were, leaving you with thoughts you didn't want.

You were now on a trip you didn't want to go on.

But Sam urged you to go. He didn't want you at home, moping and being quiet.

He had been taking care of you since, you know, your foster dad was dead and Wanda was still MIA.

So now you were sitting on a plane with your music blasting through your ears.

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush.

"I don't understand why you like such old music." You wondered aloud as you and Tony went through a bunch of old records.

"You forget that I am an old man, Y/n. I get better looking with age."

You chuckled before stopping on a specific record.

"Who in the world is Kate Bush?" You asked, pulling it out of the box it was in. Tony's mouth dropped open as he was super surprised at what just came out your mouth.

"I'm just going to forget you asked me that."

"I'm serious, dude."

"So am I."

He took the record from you and began walking over to the vinyl player that he just happened to have in his lab.

It started playing the intro to the song.

"This was one of my favorite songs as a kid. I'm surprised I haven't said anything about it. I loved it."

You listened on quietly.

You understood why Tony loved this song, it sounded graceful.

Then, it slowly became your favorite.

He caught you listening to it all the time.

While you were doing homework, cooking, just dancing in your room, you would be listening to it nonstop.

It was your happy song.

Now it just reminded you of what you lost.

But somehow, it gave solace at times like this, reminding of you of what you lost but at the same time, of the good times that came before.

"Y/n!"

You were taken out of your thoughts when you noticed Peter standing above you.

"Hmm?"

"Would you mind standing up so I can sit down?"

You stood up long enough for him to scoot into your seat. Then you sat back down, going back into your music.

You were looking up into space, memorizing all the bags and all the people putting them away.

This is what you had to do when you were trapped in your mind, find other ways to distract yourself from the bad thoughts.

You could tell it was working because you didn't notice when you got a text.

my little tater tot 🥔🕷: i'm sorry.

you: for what?

my little tater tot 🥔🕷: i farted and now you're going to be stuck next to it for 8 hours.

You let out a giggle and that's how he could tell it worked.

This was always Peter's plan whenever he made you mad and it always worked.

You would be sulking in your room then you would get a text that just said 'sorry ;('. It always made you laugh and he knew you forgave him.

"It always works." He spoke aloud, making you look at him and take your headphones off, fully. "It's not fair. You know how to make me laugh. It's an unfair advantage."

He caught a glance at your phone and looked at it with disgust.

"I can't believe you haven't changed my name in your phone yet. You haven't called me that in months."

You looked down at it with a pout.

"I can't. You're always going to be my little tater tot, whether we're dating or not." You leaned over and squeezed his cheeks.

You two ended up talking the entire flight.

This was the most he talked to you in months and he was just loving hearing your voice again.

"I really missed talking to you." You mentioned, making a little smile appear on his face, he was glad you were feeling it too.

"Now will you ditch the Kate Bush?"

"Don't knock it til' you try it."

You handed your headphones over to him and he put them on. He didn't want to admit but it was a good song, his face said it all.

He took them off of his ears and you awaited his verdict.

"It's okay."

You pushed him lightly as he laughed.

"Liar!"

He let out a girly giggle, making your eyes go wide. You have never heard anything like that ever come out of his mouth. He was surprised too since he had the same look on his face as yours.

"Holy shit. What was that?"

"A laugh." He answered, covering his mouth as he was scared it was going to come out again.

"From who?"

"Shut up!" He shouted toward you, shoving you now jokingly. "We're never talking about this ever again."

"Of course not."

He looked at you to see if you were serious but then you burst into giggles. "I am so sorry but I am never gonna let you live that down!" You barely got your sentence out since you were drowning in your laughter.

"And that's why Kate Bush sucks."

"Hey don't take this out on Kate Bush!"

Honestly he didn't care that you were laughing at him, as long as you were interacting with him, that's all he cared about.

Talking with you was one of his favorite past times.

#peter parker x y/n #help lol #marvel #marvel imagine #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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over the horizon is the great machine of death

a/n: chapter 212 gutted me, like I'm sure it did to many others. I wrote this immediately after, but had to wait for further chapters to make sure that my guesses were mostly correct. I don't think gege will kill maki (... knock on wood. knocking on so much wood, going to redwood forest to kiss a blessedly tall tree), so I decided not to wait any longer. This piece is consistent with the rest of the "my younger years" fic chain. Title comes from The Curtain

summary: you knew that there was nothing you could do, but there really is nothing you can do. ghosts will keep pealing away the last pieces that matter

c/w: spoilers, the whole thing is spoilers, parent-child relationship between reader and the fushiguro siblings

"Hello?"

Up north, it is already cold. Over the blue slate cliffs, grey clouds press down like the palm of god. Hello rises up to meet them, dissipating all too quickly.

You know who it is. You hope - no you wish because what good is hope for a sorcerer - for good news while hello drifts in the air. Too many other options wait for their dark names to be spoken out loud.

Maki is very quiet on the end of the line.

In that long moment, everything is alright.

"We lost Megumi."

She says it without inflection, and the first thing you think of is her sister. Nothing would be able to compare to losing the other half of yourself, the person who had been with you for the entire arch of your life.

"What to you mean 'lost'?"

It's a stupid question. You've gotten this call before. Lost means gone means dead, but lost also means slipped out of your pocket, set somewhere out of sight, don't know where it went, might find it between the couch cushions later.

Megumi was once that small. Satoru had sat on him, muffling his furious outrage, pretending not to know where he was when you tried to ask Megumi what he wanted to wear on his weekend field trip. Tsumiki had played along, told you his bags were already packed. You'd found out from the pictures that Satoru had kept you from finding a kumamon bucket hat, little black ears poking from the brim. Megumi wore it and a put upon expression in almost every photo from the trip.

Take your lives

Had they encountered... the colonies weren't impossible to enter but surely the thing wearing stolen skin wouldn't risk joining the cull. And together he and Yuuji should be able to handle a special grade curse. Megumi had mentioned the bridge in an abbreviated text and the students' mission reports said the rest.

He would only have refused to listen if Tsumiki was...

"Whe-"

"It was Sukuna." Maki's voice carries the edges of anger.

"What happened to Yuuji?" you ask, incredulous. He'd had it under control, even at three quarters cursed.

"He's fine."

"How can he be fine? Maki, what happened?"

And she tells you, stopping and starting again as she finds the words. You imagine you hear a shiver in her voice to match the roar and creak of ice as it springs up from nothing, dries out the city for three blocks around the epicenter.

What had been the last thing you'd said to him?

You'd said a lot over the years. For all of Megumi's resistance to being burdened by others he took on a lot. There had been a time when you thought he didn't like you talking, but when you had fallen silent for too long, he would ask some question or press close to add his hands to yours in whatever you were doing. Always afraid to ask for too much.

"Tsumiki is lost too?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.

His sister was possibly the only person in the world for whom Megumi would first think to live.

There's a murmured interlude on the other side of the phone. You force your feet to move, take you further up the slope, keeping the crash of the ocean in your ears. You can't blunder about blindly. The boundaries out here cut cell signal as easily as they do perception. No amount of boosting the bricky satellite phone's capabilities is going to fix that.

"She's one of the reincarnated players now," Maki says, and it takes a great of amount of self control not to break something or scream into the cold sea-salted wind.

Tsumiki who had never been sure if she wanted magic to be real or not, who let her brother go out with someone who was barely an adult, whom she forced herself to trust even when her brother returned with dull eyes and slumped shoulders. Tsumiki who wanted to believe that there was good in the world anyways, that maybe there was something sacred and precious about a world that would have thrown her away without a thought, the strongest of you all for keeping her heart alive.

"Are you still in--?"

"Yeah." You're trembling, insides gone shaky and cold. Distantly, you know this is shock and that you should get moving before Maki hears it. "I have a meeting with one of their captains in the morning, if I can make it in time."

Hokkaido is peaceful, readying itself for winter. In the morning, frost crackled across the windows of the wheezing, ancient car you bought for cash off some farmer at the coast. You had to abandon the car to walk the rest of the way to the barrier, but you were reassured by some bowing attendant, who had taken the keys with as much reverence as if they belonged to the seven geared monstrosity Satoru had bought for you, that the antique you'd arrived in would be well cared for as you braved the Ainu trials.

"Good luck," Mai says gravely.

"You too," you say quietly.

You hope that somewhere on the other side, Yuuji can hear you. You don't know what comes next for them, the plan insofar blown beyond hell, but they will need it when they go to bring the bodies back.

You share another long silence with her. You'd looked forward to teaching her. Only age and experience and the fading words of someone long gone had given you anything she didn't already have, but you'd looked forward to seeing her only get better, to tallying the matches between her and Yuuta and seeing if you could find Toge something that suited his gentle hands.

You'd looked forward to a lot of things.

The line goes dead with a tiny click.

One leaden step after another, you turn away from the cliffs.

It's too much. Surely all of this is more than one person will have to bear in their lifetime. No wonder sorcerers die young.

The giggle that escapes your mouth has you wobbling sideways, hand going to the rough bark of a tall pine spearing upwards. Its stripped trunk creaks higher above you. If you wanted, you could pull that movement through the trunk and shatter the whole thing from the crown to roots.

You grip your head, fingers tight against your scalp, heel of your palm pressed to your temple. Get it together. But all you can see are the kids, yours and not yours - bright eyed weekends at cafes and book shops with Tsumiki, sharing late evening teas with Megumi while he honed the focus needed to maintain his summons, their subdued delight when Satoru swung them high in his arms, the tug of a hand at your sleeve when you changed a record on the turntable.

The shaking in your body has to go somewhere and with your legs feeling weak, the tremors escape through your mouth, pilling together until they escape as an unstoppable laugh. Your other hand comes up to grip your head too, as though to keep your mind contained inside.

For the first time since that single terrible dream, you want Satoru out of the box, if only so he could lay eyes on Megumi and Tsumiki and tell you if there was any hope left at all. But just as quickly, you are again you're glad he's not, because he'd take it on himself to look their familiar bodies in the eye and lay them to rest.

Laughter is a poor wrapper for such a bitter pastille, but you can't seem to stop throwing it out in plumes of steam.

If you had been born without your curse, you'd never know about any of this at all. Even losing it all now to a sorcerer's inevitable end, from a place so far you cannot even imagine doing more than you already are, you should be grateful, you are grateful, that this was yours for even a moment.

You are your anger, and that empty, echoing, hollow place inside of you seems only to grow further with every gasping howl. Something worse is cracking loose. Your eyes sting with it.

There is no other world where you do not lose them. There is only this, and the sudden empty void where that boy and that girl, who you had once helped raise, have finally met their worse than normal ends.

Somehow, that thought is what is most unbearable, bad enough to cut sound from your throat.

Even though you want so badly for it to be possible (and so far away from where it happened maybe you can be allowed to want, just for a moment), even Satoru had said the odds of another vessel like Yuuji were incredibly slim, once in a thousand years slim.

If there was any single miracle in the world, it would bring back Fushiguro Megumi. But for all its magic, neither world he belonged to had ever trafficked much in miracles.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #up to #jjk chapter 215 #fushiguro megumi #reader insert #io.myy #parent child relationship #or whatever you wanna call what the fushiguro siblings have going on with the gojo couple #caretaker slash mentor slash sibling slash parent relationship #i am so upset and am projecting my feelings #the oc is seeking aid from the ainu societies like part of the night parade plan #they're coming back for the final battle with canon fodder to help battle the reincarnated sorcerers and larger spirits

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hotgothmommy · 1 year

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Looking back, I think I always knew. It was quiet at first, buried deep down inside of me, like the lost sock in a pair, perpetually swimming amongst an impossibly large pile of unfolded laundry. It started with little things, like making my G.I. Joe action figures hold hands. When I got older, it became moments spent lingering a little bit too long in the men’s underwear section. The final straw was Cedric Diggory. But when I reminisce, the skinny jeans stick out the most. They dominated my wardrobe, and they were the catalyst for my first ever encounter with the word.

Impressively, I had managed to avoid the word for my whole life until one fateful day in the fourth grade. I had just finished using the bathroom, and as I washed my hands, Turner approached. He was at the top of the fourth grade recess hierarchy, and he always dressed like he was trying to win a Kurt Cobain lookalike contest. He passed me as he walked down the hall.

“Nice jeans, fag,” he said, sneering.

Time stopped. My heartbeat got loud. My ears became hot. I didn’t even know what the word meant, but his sheer conviction in saying it made my insides squirm. Was this some sort of new slang I hadn’t heard of, meant only to insult skinny jeans wearers? Turner disappeared down the hall, as though he had more insults to deliver elsewhere, and I stared at myself in the mirror. I repeated the word in my head over and over. I looked it up when I got home that day. In a way, I was relieved. Surely, Turner was confused. After all, I didn’t like boys. I pushed it out of my mind, and that weekend, I begged my mom to take me shopping for new jeans so that Turner wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

I didn’t let myself think about it for years. Sure, I stared when our neighbor’s son mowed the lawn shirtless, but I figured that was normal. I never had a crush on any of the girls at my school, but that was just because none of them were my type. One day, I would meet the perfect girl, and all would be right in the world. In the meantime, surely there was no harm in me constantly replaying that scene with Chris Evans where he was only wearing a towel. But deep down, it lingered, and with every vapid middle school girlfriend I forced myself to endure, the reality began to set in. I told myself it was temporary. It was just something a select few people went through because God was testing them.

My dad scoffed at boys holding hands in public, and he told me not to talk to anyone harboring same-sex tendencies. The pastor at church looked me right in the eye as he detailed the violent and dramatic deaths of gay people in the Bible. Fire and brimstone didn’t sound so bad—at least it would be quick. I tried my hardest to escape the feeling, but it was like a bitter taste in my mouth that never went away, no matter how many times I brushed my teeth. After a pivotal viewing of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, I gave in. Robert Pattinson’s jawline was powerful enough to awaken something in me long repressed, and my life was never the same.

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authorxxxxx · 1 year

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Innocence - Undressed

My First Time

It was a cold winter day, a week before Christmas break. I had skipped class for the first time to meet up with my then boyfriend, Cody. I would’ve had second period, however, Cody’s parents wouldn’t be home so he thought it would be perfect for us.

We had only been dating for two weeks and before that, Cody had another girlfriend, Billy. Before that, he had been with two other girls. Cody was only two years older than me, in his Senior year, with the sexual appetite like Mr.Grey. He was taller than me, athletic build with washboard abs, and dark blonde hair with a military haircut. He had the lightest blue eyes that you could get lost in. Stare into his eyes for too long and you may just lose yourself in them.

The night before, I had shaved my vagina for the first time because three weeks prior , Cody had told me I was hairy and needed to do something about it. Cadets had finished for the evening and Cody had asked me if I wanted a ride home. Then he was with Billy. But I couldn’t resist. Before dropping me off, Cody had parked his car a few blocks from my place. I had only kissed one other person in like the 8th grade so I didn’t really know what was going on. Cody unbuckled his seat belt then reached over to unbuckle mine. My first thought was, why does he have no scent? Usually guys smell good or wear some form of perfume. Their own scent girls can’t get over and want to steal your sweater because it smells like them; kind of scent. However, Cody was allergic to perfumes and many other things, so I don’t think I’d be stealing any of his sweaters anytime soon.

Just as Cody took my seat belt off, he intensely kissed me. I was stunned and before I could say anything, he was kissing me again. I felt my vagina get warm and tingle as I leaned into him more, kissing him back. He caressed the side of my face to my breasts. I could feel myself getting turned on and my panties wet. I had never experienced that feeling before and it felt good. As Cody’s hand worked its way from my breasts to my belt, I stopped him and said, “Wait! What about Billy? Isn’t she your girlfriend?” He responded back, “Yes, but I’m leaving her, I want you.” As he began to unbuckle my belt and kiss my neck, I couldn’t resist though I knew it was wrong. His lips went from kissing my neck making their way back to my lips. Kissing me intensely as his fingers slid under my panties. Touching me, sliding his fingers back and forth on my wet clit. When his lips left mine, I had let out multiple moans telling him not to stop. “Keep going, Oh Oh OoooH, I think I’m going to cum”, I moaned. He whispers in my ear, “Cum for me, cum on my fingers”, and so I did. As I grasped onto his shoulders, thrusting my hips more onto his fingers, the sensation was intense, I could see stars in my eyes and then I had my first orgasm.

Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder as he took his hand out of my panties and I began to buckle up my pants. I sat back into the passenger seat all flushed, trying to process the orgasm I just had and then I remembered that he still had a girlfriend. Cody looked over at me and asked, “So how did that feel?” I blurted out, “Amazing!”, with a huge smile and blushed cheeks.

Before I could even ask the question, “So what is this?” Cody stated that he had a suggestion for me, if I could shave before we had sex. I blurted out, “What about Billy?” He responded, “I’m going to break up with her at school tomorrow.” Was that supposed to make me feel good? That he was choosing me? Cause if so, I felt the complete opposite. I felt sick to my stomach, I had become The Other Woman before I even lost my virginity. But he was so good looking, he wanted me, and that orgasm…

Driving the few blocks to my house was pretty quiet, Cody pulled over a few houses down so my parents didn’t see me getting out of a boys car. Before I got out, Cody leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and said he’d come see me after school the next day.

The next day, Cody called me after fourth period to tell me he was not far from my school and wanted to come pick me up so we could talk. I could feel my stomach sink and my mind race. What did he want to talk about? Did he break up with Billy? Did he change his mind or did he tell her that he cheated on her with me? So many thoughts were running through my mind while I waited for Cody to pick me up. As Cody drove up to the front of my school, my heart began to race, I could feel myself sweating but I also felt a little turned-on. Thinking about the night before was making me flushed in the chest. I had to tell myself to take deep breaths before I got into the car. As I got into the car, before I could put my seatbelt on, Cody gently grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me like they do in the movies. I could feel that warm tingle again. For a moment, I forgot about everything.

As Cody pulls away he says, “I broke up with Billy today”, “oh, are you okay?” I responded back. “Ya, it wasn’t working out anyways, besides I want to be with you”, he said. I had that stunned look on my face again. Why am I so awkward? I kept thinking. Cody giggled at my facial expression, started driving and said he was going to take us somewhere private. Cody pulled into an empty parking lot behind the YMCA, unbuckled his seatbelt and told me to get into the back seat with him. Staring into his eyes, wondering why he wanted me, Cody stared back into mine and asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. “Yes, yes I will be your girlfriend,” I gleefully said. Cody had a grin from ear to ear, moving closer to me he placed his hand softly behind my neck while gripping some of my hair. He looked deep into my eyes then kissed me passionately. We began to makeout intensely, caressing each other's bodies. Cody’s hands began caressing my breasts, working his hands down to my hips where he picked me up to straddle him. I could instantly feel his hard boner as I thrusted my hips into him, kissing him deeply. It was so hot my panties were soaked. As Cody started to kiss my neck, he lightly bit my ear and gave me this tingling sensation and shivers all over my body. He could feel I was turned on, his hands on my hips thrusting me into his boner more while gently moving his lips from my neck down my collar bone to my breasts. OMG. It felt so good. Too good. As Cody started to unbutton my blouse, moving my bra over to lightly suck my nipples. I had let out a moan, thrusting into him deeper while running my fingers through his hair.

Then it hit me! “Wait!! Stop!! I’m a virgin!!” I yelled. I pulled away as I began to blush and feared I had ruined the mood. Cody smiled while giggling, saying he knew I was a virgin. How?! My unshaved vagina gave it away. He seemed to be more turned on by the thought of me never having sex before; his hands were running all over my body while thrusting into me. We continued to make out as I dry humped his hard boner. We weren’t even having sex and the windows were all fogged up as if we were. It was so steamy, reminiscing about it turns me on.

The rush of young love, the intensity you feel towards one another, exploring each other’s bodies for the first time, and finding unconvential/ secret places to explore each other sexually without the interruption of parents. Ya… It was fucking hot, like Fifty Shades of Grey hot with more nudity.

However, we didn’t have sex that night. I told Cody I wanted to wait and so he did…. For two weeks. Which brings you back to where we started. The day I lost my virginity. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t ready for my first time. I wanted to wait till I was at least in love or married. I wore a purity ring for christ sakes! But that was not how Cody rolled.. He didn’t want to wait any longer, insinuating that he would leave and that he doesn’t not have sex in a relationship. I remember feeling worried that he would break up with me. My first relationship ever and I get dumped two weeks later? Every girl's worst nightmare.

Cody had picked me up at school after first period to drive me over to his place, which was out of town. I had never been more nervous in my life. I didn’t know what to expect, except for what I’ve seen in movies or porn. I was pretty quiet for most of the drive. I was wearing my winter boots and jacket over my white lace dress. With a white bra and panties to match. I had decided to curl my hair and wear red lipstick. I thought white was fitting for the occasion… ;)

As we pulled up to his big country house, with a swimming pool, hot tub and fifty acres of land; my heart began to race. Once Cody parked the car, he got out first and came over to open my door for me. He takes my hand to guide me, at first I thought we were going into the house, but instead we were headed to the garage. Cody opens the door, we walk in and there’s a mattress on the floor, a sex playlist on the stereo, candles lit and lube on the bed. It wasn’t my first wish to have sex for my first time in a garage but it’s not like I was going to tell him and hurt his feelings. He said it was so we could have more privacy in case I’m loud or his parents come home early. So I went along with it.

Cody takes my coat off and walks me over to the mattress on the floor and tells me to just relax. I stayed quiet thinking he must know what he’s doing considering he’s been with three other girls before me. As he begins to kiss my neck from behind and unzipping my dress I couldn’t help but think about the other girls he has probably done this for. I thought my first time would be special and I’d feel special. With my dress falling to the floor, I could feel Cody’s hands running all over my body while taking my bra off. He begins to french kiss me while running his hand down my panties and began to rub my clit. I moaned. His kisses made their way to my breasts, lightly licking and sucking my nipples. God I love my nipples and breasts being played with, something I didn’t know until that moment.

I started taking Cody’s belt off, unbuckling his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He stopped rubbing my clit for a moment to take his shirt off. Ugh he was so hot, the abs and bubble butt ass. He took my hand and grabbed his cock between his boxers then whispered in my ear, “My cock is so hard, I want you.” I had never seen a penis before nor had I touched one, but it sure turned me on. As I lay on my back, Cody gets on top of me to kiss me, then my neck to my breasts. I lightly moan as he continues to kiss down my body to my panties, he could even wait to take them off and he started licking my pussy right through my underwear. I moaned again and again until he ripped my panties off, spread my legs and started to lick my pussy more. I started to moan louder. It felt so good, I never thought I’d love a guy going down on me. He had spread my vagina lips apart to suck my clit even deeper and my screams of ecstasy got louder. Throwing my legs over his shoulder, my hands running through his hair, thrusting my pussy more into his face, he looks up at me with those big blue eyes, paused and said, “cum for me baby, cum all over my face,” as he continues to lick my wet pussy, I orgasmed in his mouth. When he came up for air, he french kissed me while saying my pussy tastes so good and that he loved that I took his advice; my vagina was hairless. Again, it wasn’t the most romantic setting, but at least he was trying, right?

Cody took off his boxers, kissed me again and asked if I was ready; “uh huh,” I responded. He proceeded to put on a ONE branded condom and he begins to have sex with me, I cry out not in ecstasy but pain. He whispers, “That’s your cherry popping.” I could feel tears running down the sides of my face as he kept going, letting out a loud moan as came inside the condom. That's it? That’s what sex is? That fucking hurt, I thought to myself. Cody hands me a towel and directs me to the shower. I get into the shower to notice blood everywhere. I started to cry silently in the shower not sure if that was normal or not. Or if he noticed the blood too, I hoped not.

Once I got out of the shower and got dressed, Cody said he would drive me back to school. The ride was once again quiet and it felt like the molding of his penis was inside my vagina. As I stared out the window, I felt different. Not bad but different.

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myuroll · 3 months

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balding buddies — gojo x fem!reader summary: satoru messes up megumi’s hair and tries (and fails) to hide it from you! fluff, crack, teenage/highschool!gojo, you guys are dating, reader is referred to as mom/seen as a mother figure

stop ik ive literally only written for gojo BUT I'M MAKING A LDS ZAYNE ONE AND CHOSO !! idk which comes first but theyre on the way trust !! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

wc: 1.5k

"oh. fuck."

"what did you do?" the little boy asked, his voice tinged with concern, as he reached his hand to the back of his head. before he could touch it, satoru smacked his hand back down.

"nothing! it's okay! it's totally okay…" satoru said, giving an unconvincing smile to the boy through the mirror as he placed the shaver on the bathroom counter.

"then why did you curse?" megumi asked, turning around to look at satoru and making another attempt to reach the back of his head.

"that's a very good question, megumi! but you know, sometimes you just keep those questions in that big head of yours!" satoru replied, reaching to grab megumi's wrists and holding them together.

megumi tilted his head slightly to get a glimpse of the back of his head through the mirror. when he saw the bald spot, his jaw dropped in disbelief. as if he had stumbled upon a tiny desert in the middle of a lush green forest.

"what the hell did you do!? i'm in 1st grade! people are gonna think i'm balding like you!!" megumi rambled on, while satoru scratched the back of his head and let go of the six-year-old's hands.

"hey! i am not balding!" satoru protested, emphasizing his words as he reached to feel his head. "and it's not that big of a deal. you can just say all your hair is still growing in!" he continued.

with his hands on the back of his head, feeling the bare skin, megumi stared up at satoru with a shocked expression, lost for words. his face twisted in a mix of confusion and shock.

"see! it's such a good idea that i've left you speechless!" satoru beamed, his smile stretching from ear to ear, and playfully bopped megumi's nose, causing the boy to scrunch up his face in response. "now, how do we hide this from mom?" satoru pondered aloud, turning to look outside the bathroom, searching for something to hide this.

"we? nuh uh! i'm telling on you," megumi declared, shaking his head from side to side.

satoru immediately spun around, his jaw dropping to the floor.

"what? what do you mean!? i’ve been so kind and gracious! i have helped you out too, don’t i should get the same treatment in return! just this once! help me outtt!!! '' satoru exclaimed, speaking quickly and spewing out any excuse that came to mind.

rolling his eyes at satoru's desperate babbling, megumi pushed past him and made his way out of the bathroom and into the attached bedroom. satoru followed closely behind, rambling on and on about how he should help him fix the situation.

just as they reached the bedroom, they heard the front door open, causing satoru to freeze in panic.

"satoru! megumi! i'm home!" your sweet voice echoed through the entryway, its melodic tones filling the air with warmth and affection.

megumi felt a small smile form on his lips as he turned around, wearing a smug expression in anticipation of satoru's impending demise.

"hey, hey, hey!" satoru blurted out, panickingly squatting down to megumi's level and gripping his shoulders with desperation. "i'll get you anything! anything you want, just name it and it's yours! please, help me!"

"anything?" megumi replied, his voice tinged with delight.

"anything!" satoru instantly agreed as he shook his head up and down rapidly.

"i'll think about what i want, but i'll help you or whatever. deal?" megumi responded, unable to hide his joy.

"deal!" satoru happily exclaimed. "now, because she's already here, do not leave my side. i'll hide your bald spot!" satoru explained, his tone serious.

as they both walked into the living room to greet you, satoru hovered weirdly over megumi, desperately trying to shield the crime. you were hanging up your coat on a nearby rack when you turned around and beamed at the sight of the boys.

squatting down to greet megumi, you wrapped an arm around his torso and the other on the back of his head.

the back of his head.

…

the back of his head usually had black flowing locks, but now… now it was as if a barren wasteland stood in the far left side of his head. you continued to feel the area, feeling the small prickles of tiny hairs. clearly a bad job of shaving.

you pulled back, looking at megumi with a perplexed expression, while he straed right back at you with a scowl as he side-eyed satoru. then your gaze shifted to satoru, who immediately stared up at the ceiling, pretending not to feel your stare fixated on him.

"megumi… can you turn around?" you asked, your voice laced with worry. you could sense satoru's body tensing up and notice his fingers fidgeting nervously.

megumi turned his body so that his back faced you, and as your eyes laid upon the tennis ball-sized bald spot, a gasp escaped your lips. instantly standing up, you shot a disapproving look at satoru.

"what happened!? i told you we should've just gone to a barber!" you exclaimed, the frustration evident in your voice.

"that was an option? and you let this freak do it instead?" megumi retorted, scowling at satoru.

"what did i say about calling people names?" you interjected sternly, your gaze shifting from satoru to megumi.

"sorry…" megumi mumbled quietly, still wearing a scowl on his face.

"hey! it's not even that bad! i did a good job at the front, no one looks at the back anyway," satoru defended himself, attempting to salvage the situation.

"not if you have a bald spot!" megumi shot back, his glare fixed on the white-haired man.

sighing, you ignored satoru's feeble attempts to justify his actions and extended your hand to megumi. leading him back to the bathroom, satoru followed closely behind, his head low and a pout on his face, fully aware of your disappointment.

to satoru, the silent treatment was far worse than getting yelled at. at least with yelling, he would receive some sort of attention! but the dreaded…silence treatment!? how would he ever survive such a thing?

upon reaching the bathroom, you retrieved the shaver from the counter, contemplating your next move. satoru timidly placed his head on your shoulder, hoping to break through the wall of silence, but you barely acknowledge his presence.

"baby, i think you have to go bald," satoru suggested cheekily, hoping to elicit a response.

you looked at him unimpressed. "satoru! imagine if that happened to you!?" you retorted, crossing your arms and looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"i mean, i would rock it! my handsome face is all that matters, outshines all the other outstanding features," satoru boasted.

both you and megumi rolled your eyes in unison at satoru's egocentric comments. it was like he was trying to piss you off.

"you're going bald," you stated matter-of-factly, your tone devoid of any emotion as you brought the shaver closer to satoru.

megumi couldn't help but let out a small giggle, while satoru's face drained of color upon hearing your words.

"i-i didn't make him go bald! it was just an oopsie! i swear! this was hypothetical too! tell her megumi!" satoru rambled nervously, taking a few steps back with a forced smile and looked to megumi for help.

"i'll make it a reality," you replied, as you pulled him back into the bathroom and switched on the buzzer, the loud buzz filling the room.

“hmmm? does anyone hear something?” megumi said, cheekily as put his hand behind his right ear teasingly.

bzzz

soon the bathroom light cast a beautiful glow on satoru's pale head..

"so, about that deal of ours…" megumi asked, a smug expression adorning his face.

“shut up.”

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"now, how do we hide my bald spot?" megumi fretted, his hand anxiously exploring his bald spot.

you pondered the predicament, as you reached out and gently tilted megumi's head down, examining the size and shape of the bald spot.

"maybe if you just drench your hair in water, and just keep your hair like that until it grows back you can hide it better?" you suggested, your tone laced with curiosity.

before long, megumi found himself with his head lowered, positioned under the showerhead as water cascaded down, drenching his hair. as he raised his head to meet your gaze, you and satoru froze simultaneously.

in that moment, a chilling flashback to a certain man with jet-black hair and a distinctive scar by his lip swept over both of you.

"NO!" satoru erupted, his voice piercing the air.

"do not do that! do not do that! do not do that!" he repeated in a frenzy, his words echoing with a mixture of fear and sheer panic.

perplexed by the sudden outburst, megumi stood there, his expression a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

“let’s just wear a hat…” you said in a quiet tone.

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies.

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you.

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green.

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though”

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully.

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs.

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be.

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better.

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him”

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so”

“you’re not my boss”

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you”

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?”

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from.

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?”

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him.

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.”

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it”

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy”

and that’s that.

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched.

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing.

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest.

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar.

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you.

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip”

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore”

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial”

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar”

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?”

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been”

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me”

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in.

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool”

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties”

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?”

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look”

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it.

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?”

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable”

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years.

“so no current boyfriend or…?”

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now.

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now”

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren.

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you.

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?”

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did”

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. ��you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?”

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been”

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses”

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary”

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief.

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you”

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway.

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him.

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes”

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy”

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?”

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out.

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down.

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek.

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed”

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno”

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

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