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supernovafics · 3 months

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𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k words

warnings: explicit language, little tiny hint of angst, mostly fluff and good and fun vibes though<3

summary: in which everyone seems to notice that something is going on between you and steve, but they can’t pinpoint what it is

author's note: we start off kinda angsty and then i promise it's just cute and fun 🫶🏾

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Spring 1986

Most of the time, things always happened the same way. You and Steve would end up in the living room with the intention of studying and doing work for your classes. You’d settle on the floor— because leaning over the coffee table to do work felt much more casual than being at the dining table— and it was always after only twenty minutes of actually being somewhat productive that Steve would drop his notebook or textbook onto the table and shift closer to you, innocently kissing your cheek or the side of your head.

It was always the subtlest of touches that would pull your focus away from the notes you were taking or the reading you were doing; Steve knew how easily the flip would switch for you.

This time it was a soft kiss against your neck that made you let out a small laugh and then a quiet hum, already leaning into Steve’s touch. Moments later you were in his lap, knees on either side of him and pressing into the rug under you both.

Your hands were on his shoulders and then circled his neck, fingers finding home in the hair at the nape. He was the one to close that final bit of distance between you two and hurriedly press his lips against yours. You inwardly smiled at his eagerness and leaned into him so that he was pressed back against the couch.

His hands settled on your hips and then slipped beneath the shirt you were wearing. You expected him to start pushing it up and off of you, but he didn’t and instead simply began to trace teasing circles against your skin, which elicited the softest sigh in contentment from you.

After a few moments, you were pulling away from his lips to catch your breath, and his mouth immediately went to your neck.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Steve mumbled against your skin.

Your eyes were shut as you responded with a simple, “Mhm?”

“It’s been a month now,” He started and then pressed a kiss right against a particularly sensitive part of your neck before continuing. “I think we should just tell everyone about us.”

Steve’s words didn’t entirely surprise you— because, in a way, they felt inevitable— but you could still feel yourself slightly stiffen in his arms and a wave of nervousness washed over you when you heard them.

You knew that this conversation was going to have to happen eventually, but in the past almost five weeks, it had never come up, and instead, you two fell into a sort of routine where you worked out the best way to keep everything a secret.

It wasn’t a secret that could be kept from everyone forever, that was obvious and you knew that, but you honestly didn’t hate living in this sort of limbo state where this newfound relationship between you and Steve was kept just between you and him. It felt safer that way.

You pulled back a bit so that you could meet his eyes. It was hard not to immediately look away from his hopeful gaze and small smile, but you still held eye contact as you shook your head, arms dropping to your sides. “I don’t know…”

“Why not?” He didn’t seem mad or upset at your soft-spoken words, just genuinely curious and a little confused.

The answer to why you’d been so hesitant didn’t finally feel obvious until this moment. It was a thought that lingered deep down inside of you and seemed better left unsaid, better left avoided. It was also a thought that contradicted everything you felt, but it somehow still existed. You really didn’t want to say it aloud, though.

You were about to shift off of him as a way to avoid answering the question, and to also maybe shut down the conversation altogether and change it to something else. But, Steve’s hands stayed on your hips, keeping you in place.

You let yourself meet his gaze again, the questioning look written across his face was clear as he spoke again. “Why not?”

You still didn’t want to answer, but simply looking at him for a few moments made you feel like you really could answer honestly. He was the only person that you knew you could tell anything to and it would always end up being okay, and you fully leaned into that thought.

“I think I’m…” You started and then immediately trailed off because you suddenly felt dumb for the way you felt and what you were about to say. However, you also quickly decided not to shy away from finally saying it. “I think I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” Steve asked softly, and you had to look away from him then because it was easier to answer the question with your gaze settled on something else.

“That you’ll change your mind. That you’ll decide that I’m actually not what you want,” You said, feeling the urge to try and run away again, but you didn’t, you couldn’t. “And I’m scared that I’ll be too fucked up from that rejection to let things go back to how they were with us. And then our friendship will be ruined, and everything with everyone else will get messed up too.” You let out a sigh as you shook your head. “And I know that it doesn’t make sense to think that because things have been so good between us, somehow nearly fucking perfect. But, I still do.”

You forced yourself to meet his eyes again and the look that crossed his face affected you completely. He shook his head at you. “I wouldn’t have said anything about how I was feeling if I thought for a second that I would change my mind. There isn’t any question about it. I want this. I want you. I want us.” His hold dropped from your hips and instead, he found your hands, intertwining them with his and giving them a light squeeze. “It’s always been you. And it always will be you.”

A series of knocks on the front door broke you both out of the seriousness of the moment, out of the conversation entirely, and you didn’t get a chance to respond or even fully think of what you wanted to say before you were looking at the shut door and starting to move out of Steve’s lap.

His words did a thousand things to you right then. You believed them entirely and they eased away your fears and made you feel okay— better than okay, actually. Instead of verbally responding with anything, you wanted to simply lean in and slot your lips against his. Actual words didn’t feel like they’d do enough to coherently sum up what was going through your head at that moment.

I believe you. I’m certain that you’re it for me too. I love you. It’s always been you. I never want this to change. I trust you, completely. You’re so fucking important to me. You’re the most important person to me. I love you.

Your mind was a jumble of disorganized thoughts that all basically said the same thing, and you knew that a kiss would be able to succinctly say all of that and then some. And maybe Steve could already see what was going on in your head because there was no one else who could see through you as easily as he could, even when your thoughts were in such a chaotic state— you honestly didn’t think that there was anyone that could read you that well at all.

The knock came again and you fully stood up and he followed suit.

“I’ll… I’ll get it,” You told him as you headed toward the door, but then something abruptly switched inside of you and you were turning around and walking back over to him. You pushed up on your toes and let your arms circle around his neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace. How quickly his arms wrapped around you made you smile into his neck as you spoke. “I really love everything you just said. And I wish we weren’t being interrupted right now because we should talk about it more. But, I want you to know that I feel the same exact way as you. I promise. And it’ll never change either. And now I’m just rambling, but yeah.”

Your rushed words were quiet and slightly muffled but you could tell by how Steve was holding you tighter and kissing the side of your head that he heard you clearly. Another knock sounded at the door, which made you pull away from each other and you finally went to open it.

“Jesus, finally,” Robin said as she walked in. “We need to talk to you guys about something.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, directing your question at both her and Eddie, who was walking in right behind her.

He held up his hands in a sort of mock surrender. “This was all Robin’s idea so I’m gonna let her take the reins.”

You looked at Steve and he gave you a half-shrug, seemingly just as confused as you were in this moment.

Robin took a few steps into the living room and then turned toward you and Steve.

“Can you two sit on the couch, please?” She asked, and instead of questioning her and what was even happening in this moment, you both decided to just listen and follow her current antics.

“Why does this feel like an intervention?” You asked as you settled on the couch.

She nodded. “Because it is.”

Steve was about to say something, but she interrupted him before he could. “Don’t even ask why this is happening right now. We know something’s wrong between you guys. It’s been weeks since you two hung out with all of us at the same time. We see you one night.” She pointed at Steve and then pointed at you. “And then we see you at the next group thing, and it’s starting to get really weird because usually you guys are attached at the hip. Clearly, you’re avoiding each other because you’re in some sort of a fight or something, so we’re here to help you resolve whatever it is.”

For the most part, she was right— you and Steve had been avoiding each other like the plague around your friends, it just made keeping the secret from everyone easier— and it probably shouldn’t have been too surprising that Robin and everyone else thought that something was wrong between you two. Even in this moment, you and him were sitting on opposite ends of the couch because it had subconsciously felt like the right thing to do in front of them. Now thinking about it, everything you two had been doing around them did seem really weird because you’d never been like that before.

“Depending on whatever this fight is about, my advice will probably be shit, so yeah, just putting that out there,” Eddie said from where he was in the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. “I’m mainly here just because Robin needed a ride and I wanted to see Harold.”

“My advice, on the other hand, will be great so tell me everything,” Robin said.

You shook your head. “We’re not in a fight.”

“Okay…” She said, entirely unconvinced by your words. “Then, what’s been going on with you guys?”

“There’s nothing—” Steve started, but you immediately interrupted him.

“We’re dating.”

It was impulsive, but it surprisingly didn’t feel as such— it honestly felt like the only right thing to do right then. As soon as the two simple words, that you knew would change everything, fell from your lips, you didn’t feel an ounce of regret; you more so felt complete relief. And you now also completely understood why Steve had wanted to say it sooner. You turned to look at him and gave him a small smile and he returned it with a happy one of his own.

Robin’s eyes widened a bit. “No way.”

“Holy shit,” You heard Eddie’s surprised voice in the kitchen. He was then leaving his soda on the counter and moving to stand next to Robin. “Really?”

“Yes,” Steve answered with a nod and wider smile. “We’re together, and it’s getting very serious. She’s obsessed with me.”

You rolled your eyes and shifted closer to him so that you could playfully poke his side. “Oh, shut up. You’re definitely way more obsessed.”

He grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his and then pressing a quick kiss against the back of yours. “Okay, yes, I’ll admit that I’m also very obsessed.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you for being honest.”

“Wow, this is kind of adorably sickening,” Robin said, laughing a bit.

Eddie smiled. “Congratulations on you both finally pulling your heads out of your asses so this didn’t actually take twenty years to happen.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Twenty years?”

“Wait,” Robin jumped in before Eddie could address your confusion. “When did this happen?”

“Last month. During the ski trip,” You answered. It somehow still felt like only yesterday to you, even though so much had happened since then.

“March,” Eddie nodded and then looked as if he was trying to remember something. He then looked at Robin once it seemed like the thought hit him. “Shit, we owe Max and El five bucks.”

Steve looked at him, confused. “What? Why?”

“We all maybe, kinda, made a bet at the beginning of the year....” Robin started to explain. “We took guesses about when you two would finally get together.”

“What?” It was impossible to hide your surprise, but you also kind of wanted to laugh because of how insane that sounded. “When did you guys do that?”

“At the New Year’s dinner you guys set up here,” She said, and that only surprised you further. You thought back to that night and couldn’t remember anything seeming any different.

“How were we so oblivious to this?” Steve asked, voicing the question that was now on your mind too.

“When we were doing it you two were in your own little platonic married couple world. Like usual,” Robin explained with a simple shrug as she settled next to you on the couch. “Dustin wrote down everyone’s guess.”

“Oh, Dustin’s gonna go insane about this,” Eddie laughed. “We should call and tell him right now.”

He was already walking over to the kitchen where the phone was before any of you could say anything.

You shook your head. “He’ll be fine. I don’t think this is that big of a deal.”

“Oh, it’s the biggest deal,” Robin responded. “The mom and dad of the friend group finally getting together is huge.”

Steve gave your hand a light squeeze at that and you smiled, leaning further into him.

At first, the whole bet thing sounded insane to you; now you were just curious. “What were everyone’s guesses?”

“I can’t fully remember, but I said never because I honestly didn’t think that you two would finally do this, Eddie said twenty years, and everybody else said some other months. I know Max and El said March… Oh, and I know Dustin said February because ‘it’s the month of love,’” She laughed a bit.

“I did realize how I felt in February, so I guess he was half right,” Steve told her.

“How did you realize it?”

You had heard the full story from him a few weeks ago when you two were in your bedroom— you quickly got into a habit of always sleeping in each other’s beds instead of only sometimes doing it like before; sleeping apart became a rarity. It was sometime around one in the morning when you were randomly asking him how it all hit him and he told you the exact things that had gone through his head that morning when he realized everything. You were shyly smiling practically the entire time he spoke because it was the sweetest story you’d ever heard, and then you were kissing him until you both finally fell asleep.

“It’s a long story, but it just suddenly felt so fucking obvious,” Steve said, answering Robin’s question and she smiled at that.

All of your attention turned in Eddie’s direction as you heard him start talking on the phone. “Dustin, hey, big news." There was a short pause. "Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, it’s good news. So, they’ve been acting so weird these past couple weeks because they’re fucking dating! Finally!" Another pause and then Eddie let out a scoff. "Of course, I’m not lying,” He told the teen on the other end of the line. Dustin said something else and Eddie laughed and then looked over at you and Steve. “He wants to talk to you guys.”

“Should we be scared?” You asked as you stood up from the couch and started walking into the kitchen, following a beat behind Steve.

He nodded. "Probably, yes."

Eddie handed the phone to him and he placed it at his ear. “Hey.”

It was almost too easy to hear the shock in the teen’s voice even though you weren’t that close to the phone. “I can’t believe you’re telling me this over the phone. Also, I can’t believe it was Eddie saying it instead of you guys.”

“Dustin, you’re being overdramatic,” Steve said.

“This should’ve been a sit-down moment. This feels just as important as if you two were telling me you were getting married.”

You sighed. “Dustin…”

“Wait, are you guys getting married?”

You leaned in closer to Steve so that Dustin could hear you. “No, we’re not getting married.”

You could hear Robin and Eddie laughing on the couch.

“Okay, well, when you do, I expect you to tell me that in person.”

“Of course,” Steve playfully joked. “In fact, you’ll be at the proposal. I promise you’ll see it happen live.”

You laughed a bit. “Yeah, you can have a front-row seat. I’m completely okay with that.”

“Do not joke about that shit,” He said, and it felt almost impossible not to laugh at how serious he sounded. “Wait, so when did this happen? When did you guys get together? Was it February?”

“No, it was last month,” Steve told him. “So, apparently, Max and El win the bet that Robin and Eddie just told us about.”

“Shit,” Dustin sighed. “I wanna hear everything about how this all happened later; in person. Oh, and since you guys didn’t tell me yourselves, can I tell everyone else?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” You said with a shrug and then repeated your words from earlier. “This really isn’t that big of a deal.”

Dustin simply scoffed and you could practically hear him shaking his head. “Oh, it’s a huge deal.”

Steve let out a laugh. “That’s exactly what Robin said.”

“What did I say?” Robin yelled from the couch.

“That this is a huge deal,” Steve answered her.

“And it is!”

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urprettylittlething · 8 months

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Stuffed Full

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - Again another part of CursedKitty universe! This is basically a smut series at this point but im not complaining lmao, this was partly requested by a lovely anon, which i also mixed with a request from someone on AO3 <333 Ty my lovess, ive been so busy recently and ive been getting little sleep but ive finally got another part for you all, they seem to get longer and longer lmao, And thank you all so much for all the love on my CursedKitty Universe <3333 It means a lot to me that you all enjoy it so much, i love to read any comments you guys leave it really makes my day :,) <333333 Ily all so much i hope you enjoy my second written smut ever </3 If you want to request anything feel free! <3

summary - You beg them for cock so don't be surprised when you get two.

warnings - she kinda begs for it so ig consensual? But Dubcon to be safe, female anatomy, smut, two cocks in one hole, double stuffed, clit play, squirting, a lot of cum, lots of praise, dumbification? i think so, very vague yandere vibes but theres something there, crying during sex, overstimulation? probably, shes desperate lol, heat vibes, (let me know if i need to add more please)

genre - Oneshot

wc - 2.3k

-not edited yet, will be soon-

It’s the end of the day when Geto and Gojo come back to see Kitty. They arrive at the high end apartment complex and start making their way up to the top. It’s paid for by Gojo who has the most money amongst the two of them, but Geto pitches in with the bills every now and then and food stock when they want to stay here instead.

It wasn’t often that they’d use Gojos apartment, but it was nice for some privacy every now and then. True privacy. It was also good during their vacation times. It’s especially come in handy now that they have a cute little kitty to look after.

They only keep things stocked really for them since Kitty doesn't need to eat any human food, but every now and then she gets curious about the snacks they eat. Being able to smell the scent of the chicken broth, or Gojo’s sweets looking particularly alluring with bright colors and fluffy insides.

So they’d feed her every now and then while she has fun enjoying the new tastes and textures in her mouth. Besides, they have fun too, pulling her into their laps and squeezing her hips and flesh while she nibbles on the soft sweets in their hands and licks the remaining scraps off of their fingers.

When they get to the door Gojo begins unlocking it and they make their way inside. Runes decorate the door on the inside, as well as every window in the apartment. Just a precaution they’re taking to ensure she doesn't accidentally escape, to keep her contained.

Gojo lets his bag slump to the floor while he stretches obnoxiously, looking forward to the entire week off they have with Kitty. Geto trails in behind him and actually hangs his bag up, closing the door behind him he calls out, “Kitty cat, where are you?”

A shuffle and thump could be heard down the hallway before the pitter patter of bare feet on the floor could be heard coming towards them. When Kitty rounds the corner she practically pounces on the first person she can see.

Her hands immediately gravitate towards Getos trousers, where she tries tugging and pulling on them in an attempt to get to what's inside.

A startled sound escapes Geto as he instinctively grabs onto her wrists and pulls her hands away from his dick. Now holding her squirming arms in the air his brows furrow as he looks to Gojo.

“Don’t look at me!” he says, holding his own hands up in the air in a mocking act of surrender. He’s leaned up against the back of the couch, one leg hooked over the other as he watches on in amusement from behind his glasses. “What’s got her so riled up?”

Geto huffs and looks back down at the squirming curse in his arms. She’s resorted to crying, large drops of tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping off of her chin. Her bottom lip is wobbling and she's looking up at Geto almost pleadingly.

The more the two men take in the curse the more they notice and the more curious they get. They notice the light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin, the way her thighs try and rub themselves together and the sticky wet sounds they make when they do.

Geto seems to clock it a second before Gojo does. Cooing down at the Kitty caught in his arms he practically purrs, “Awh, such a good kitty, were you trying to ask for my cock? Is that it? Need my cock to make yourself feel better?”

She's blubbering, pretty tears still falling down her cheeks as her hands still try and squirm away from his hold. She seemed to register his words at least somewhat as she looked down to his trousers again before looking back up at him with those begging eyes.

God, he can already feel himself hardening in his boxers.

“Oh? Kitty is asking to be stuffed, is she? This is a first.” Gojo says, already standing up and making his way to the bedroom.

Geto follows shortly behind him, lightly dragging Kitty along with him as she fumbles over her steps, his strides being bigger than hers. He hums in response to Gojo. Gently sitting Kitty down onto the ruffled sheets. It's clear she was in them before they got home.

Gojo grabs onto Kitty and pulls her further up the bed, pushing her onto her front when she tries to grab at his trousers as well. He keeps his hand on her head and pulls her hips up with the other, flipping the loose shirt over her ass and hips to rest on her arched back.

Her hips wiggle and Gojo groans. He brings one hand up to massage her ass, fondling and gripping the flesh. “She’s dripping Sugu.” He murmurs, voice dropping a few octaves and becoming husky.

Her tail had been curled around one of her thighs the entire time, some of the fur wet with slick as it uncurled itself and rested against her back, the tip flicking back and forth every now and then.

His hand pushing her head into the sheets briefly massages her scalp when she starts whining, becoming restless. A gentle purr starts up in her chest while her ears flatten against her head but she still continues to squirm.

“Okay Kitty, don't worry you’ll get your milk soon.” He brings the hand that was groping her flesh to his zipper, pulling down his trousers just past his hips, his boxers following shortly after. He spits in his hand and takes his already hard cock, giving himself a few quick pumps before lining himself up to her pulsing hole and pushing his way in.

He leans over her, one hand still keeping her head down while the other goes back to gripping onto her hip, no doubt bruising the flesh beneath his fingers. His glasses slide down his nose as he finishes sheathing himself inside of her.

Her little hands are resting either side of her head while gripping the sheets beneath. Her eyes are half lidded and small pants leave her open mouth, leftover tears dribble over her water line and soak into the sheets below her.

Gojo groans squeezing his eyes shut tight while his chest heaves, her tight walls still trying to suck him in further while they pulsate and flutter around his hard cock.

When his eyes open again he catches Geto’s gaze from where he's standing at the edge of the bed in front of Kitty’s head. “You didn’t waste any time, huh?” he says while raising an eyebrow.

“I was already hard and besides, she was begging for it.” Gojo responds after catching his breath.

“You didn’t even prep her.”

“She can take it.”

“Can she?”

“Are you jealous I got here first Sugu?”

Geto goes quiet for a second at that while they stare each other down. It’s only when Kitty starts trying to move her hips and whine again that he speaks up. “So what if I am?”

It’s Gojos turn to go quiet for a second until he blurts out, “I’m sure she can take two.”

Geto stares at him in shock as a small smirk graces Gojos face, his glasses slid down far enough that his eyes are exposed. A glint of mischief and lust present in the irises.

Geto sighs before smirking himself, “I guess we’ll find out.”

Gojo huffs out a laugh before reaching under Kitty and pulling her up with him so they're both kneeling on the sheets. She yelps when he pulls her up, his cock moving inside of her, before leaning against his chest. He rests his head between her fluffy ears while watching Geto climb onto the bed and kneel in front of Kitty.

Geto unzips his trousers and pulls them just below his hips exactly like Gojo did. The impatience getting to him as he eyes her dripping pussy being stuffed full with Gojos cock. He brings one hand between her legs to swirl loose circles around her engorged clit while he pulls his cock out.

Kitty squeals and her hips jolt at the sudden contact of his cold fingers to her hot flesh. She begins mewling at the consistent pleasure to her nub while Gojos cock presses against all her sensitive spots from inside. Her ears are pressed flat to her head while she twitches and gasps in his arms. Her hands grasping on tightly to the arm wrapped around her middle holding her up.

“Can feel her squeezing me.” Gojo murmurs into her hair, head tilted slightly so he can watch Getos fingers pleasure the cursed kitty in his arms.

Geto shuffles forward a bit more so he's pressed against Kittys front, her perky breasts squished between them while he stops circling her clit to rest the hand on her hip. The hand still gripping tight on his cock guids it to her already stuffed hole.

“It’s going to be a tight fit.” Is all he says before trying to squeeze his way inside the desperate Kitty they caught.

She wails at the extra intrusion, Gojo trying to calm her down with hushes and coos, using his hands to caress her flesh. When Geto is about half way in he stops for a second to groan and pant, murmuring about how tight she is before pushing the rest of the way in.

Kitty squeals at the feeling, being stuffed full with two cocks overwhelming her senses. She's mewling and blubbering, the pretty tears from before had returned to caress her cheeks. Geto joins Gojo in rubbing and whispering to Kitty, giving her a second to get used to them together. They weren’t that cruel.

Gojo brings his hands up to fondle and massage her Kitty ears, helping her relax faster as a small purr tries building in her chest, Geto continuing his caresses over her hips, sides of her breasts, shoulders and back.

It’s Gojo that starts moving first, beginning to thrust in her tight walls the smallest amount. Geto’s breath catches at the feeling before he begins to do the same.

They’re alternating between thrusts, whenever Gojo pulls out a bit, Geto pushes in. They’ve resorted to resting their hands on parts of her flesh to give them something to hold onto as they pick up the pace.

Gojo has one hand on her hip and the other arm wrapped around her middle. Geto has one hand on the other hip and the other hand holding the back of her head, pressing her into him more.

The more their pace picks up, the louder Kitty gets, sputtering and gurgling between the two of them, gasping and mewling as well. Her little pussy was stretched to its limit, pulsing and gushing at the unrelenting pleasure. It was getting easier and easier for the two to move inside her from all the slick she was producing.

When they’re finally at a consistent pace they both lean down to whisper and murmur in her ears, barely making out words of, “Such a good girl.”, “Such a pretty little Kitty, taking us so well.”, “Letting us fuck you at the same time, naughty Kitty.”, “ You’re my perfect little curse aren’t you?”, “God, listen to your pussy taking us so well.”

Neverending praises being fed to her while they pounded her with their cocks.

She's almost sobbing by the time they’re about to cum, her chest heaving, cheeks and chest flushed, eyes lidded while the tip of her tongue pokes out of her mouth, droplets of tears still fresh in her eyes.

When the two of them start panting and groaning, their rhythm starts to get sloppy, one of them reaching down with two fingers to rub and flick over the exposed nub. The juices that have dripped onto the sheets below provide more than enough lube to smoothly glide over the flesh.

They can both feel her tense up around them, an inhuman shriek leaving her as her whole body shakes. Gojo throws his head back and starts fucking into her with a rabid pace, chasing his orgasm with Geto. Her walls suddenly tense up further, almost making it impossible for them to move as her walls pulse and gush fluid, squirting out juices onto both of their cocks and soaking the sheets below them.

Kitty goes limp between the two of them. Holding her up while they finish groaning and moaning, fucking their orgasm up into her.

None of them move or say anything for a few minutes after they finish cumming. Leaning against each other while they try and catch their breath.

Eventually Gojo pulls out, bringing a whine out of the overstimulated Kitty in his arms. More of her juices, now mixed with their cum, drip from her hole, onto the ruined sheets below and down the length of Getos cock which was still inside of her.

No one says anything as Geto shuffles the both of them up the bed a little before collapsing onto his back, Kitty tucked into his chest with an arm going around her back and the other burying itself into her hair to massage the base of her ears.

A few light mewls escape her as another gentle purr begins building up in her chest, content now after being stuffed to the max.

Gojo comes back a few minutes later, collapsing into a pile on the sheets next to the pair after having run a bath for them all to relax in.

He looks over at the two, making eye contact with Kitty as she gazes at him with half lidded eyes. The small purr audible if you listen in closely. Gojo reaches over with one hand to caress her cheek. Dancing the tips of his fingers under her eyes and down the sides of her face.

“We really picked a cutie, didn't we Sugu?” Gojo murmurs.

Geto hums in response, voice husky, “Never letting her go.”

Gojo huffs a laugh as he brings his hand back to join the other tucked behind his head. “Wouldn't dream of it. Our pretty little curse.”

#Enjoy my second attempt at smut <3 #geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere geto #yandere geto suguru #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #CursedKitty #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader x geto #gojo smut #geto smut

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jupipedia · 10 months

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tia tia tiaaaaa, I have a request <333

okay so, how would the jjk men react to their fav sneaky link cutting them off ? like all of a sudden the reader ghosted them after their recent hookup ? preferably with gojo, choso, toji, and geto ? if you wanna change it it’s fine

giving the vibe of homiesexual by daniel cesar, idk if you heard it but yeah. listen if you haven’t, it’s a banger 🫵🏽

sneaky link privileges revoked ! — multi. ↳ how these men would react to being ghosted or dropped by their sneaky link. ↳ content warnings : nsfw ( minors do not interact ), mentions of cunnilingus + p in v. ↳ message from tia : hey twin, hope you don't mind that i just turned this is to a multi animanga headcanon! this isn't out right smut but it does have nsfw mentions that i would consider further than just suggestive. might add more character or something later but yeah hope you enjoy!

he’s losing his fucking mind when he realized that his text messages are now green. he’s gonna find every means to contact your ass. you think he’s gonna let his favorite throat goat up and leave without a fight? he’s not going for that. he’s gonna call whoever he has to in order to speak to you. your friends, roommates, siblings, boss, co-workers, neighbors, even your mailman if that’s what it takes to get through to you. he just had you teary-eyed with no voice as he fucked the life out of you last night and all of a sudden he’s blocked? he’s lowkey crazy too because his ass is showing up wherever he knows you will be. he is at your job, sitting at your desk as he waits for you to come in. in that moment, he's never been more grateful for your private office as he has you bent over your desk, fucking you on all your important paperwork. he's even at the bars you and your friends go to for a night out and gets you alone in the bathroom, tongue deep in your pussy as you grip his hard and press yourself against the wall of the stall. good luck getting rid of him.

— GOJO, connie, rengoku, sanji, SANZU, bokuto, sanemi, rindou, EREN, hawks, mikey, atsumu, etc.

he laughed when you told him to lose your number because he thought it was a joke. he knew it was in fact a joke because he was gonna be right back at your place, breaking your back and eating your pussy like it’s his last meal. you are not going anywhere like it’s funny that you even thought you could. he doesn’t care if you’re not ( officially ) his girl, you’re not leaving him. and every time you bring it up, he nods and chuckles before fucking sense in and out of you. after the third time of trying to end your arrangement with him, you gave up, knowing that with one move, you’d be falling back into his arms and onto his dick. he doesn't even blame you for wanting to end thing because he knows he's not shit, but that doesn't mean it's gonna happen. not when your sweet cunt wraps around his cock like a dream. not when the sound of your moans and his name rolling off of your tongue is newfound favorite melody.

— TOJI, kid, JEAN, aizawa, geto, draken, wakasa, kuroo, osamu, zoro, shanks, benimaru, zeke, etc.

after you told him that you didn’t want to keep being friends with benefits, he respected it outwardly. however, when you pulled the whole “we can still be friends” bit on him, he completely used it to his advantage. he would “conveniently” appear whenever another guy was trying to get at you. he shows up to all of your events, suddenly becoming your biggest supporter. he’s always been around but suddenly it’s like he’s everywhere that you are. he’s so involved with you that it’s almost as if you two never ended anything. and then suddenly you’re back in his bed, legs pulled to your chest as he presses against your cervix. sex with him was already great, but it's like he stepped his game to prove that only he could pleasure you. he's completely focused on you and your pleasure, fucking you in every position possible until the sun rises and you decided to let him back into you sex life.

— choso, NANAMI, reiner, armin, daichi, onyankopon, law, aran, mitsuya, tengen, gyomei, etc.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚❕*∘∘˙˚༄💨 ( a jupiter production. )#anime smut #jjk smut #aot smut #mha smut #haikyuu smut #one piece smut #tokyo revengers smut #demon slayer smut #fire force smut

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dudeitiskarev · 13 days

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Maybe Someday | Ch. 9

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: The result of reader and Spencer's love is the start of a lifetime together.

Word count: 3k

Tags/warnings: unplanned pregnancy; pregnancy symptoms; doctor's appointments; talks of HIV+; suggestive content; mentions of suicide.

Author’s note: Okay I lied. This is the last chapter and decided to merge it with the epilogue because I'm so indecisive and this is just better. There's a big time jump here. I'd like to leave what happens between last chapter and this one to your imagination. Mostly because reader and Spencer stopped being stupid and although reader still has her struggles with attachment and self-sabotage and all that, it's not something worth writing to me. Like I've said, this is a light-hearted story and all about the vibes <3 so I hope that's okay! I still plan on writing blurbs about cut scenes! I hope you enjoy this one!!!!! more comments at the end of your read.

Ps: this is for Lara and her baby fever <333

PREVIOUS CHAPTER | SPENCER MASTERLIST

Spencer Reid was in love and the entire world knew about it.

In any conversation, at any given chance, he brought you up. The team hadn’t met you yet and Penelope kept saying he just wanted to keep you all to himself. Which wasn’t entirely a lie. He wasn’t rushed to introduce you to them, and the right moment to do it hadn’t come up yet.

Plus, you’d been busy with your new position at the cafe as manager, so seeing you walking through the glass doors of the bullpen on a random morning was a surprise.

Spencer rose from his desk as soon as he saw you and at the same time, the security guard who was with you gestured with his head in Spencer’s direction.

You almost ran to each other.

“What’s wrong?” was the first thing he asked when you met halfway.

You played with the string of the visitor credential around your neck. You looked terrified.

“Is there somewhere private we could talk?”

“Oh.” Penelope’s voice came out of nowhere, like an entity who had floated next to Spencer. “Oh, it can’t be.” Her eyes darted from you and Spencer and her smile grew wide and wider. “Is this… is she… are you…”

“Spencer’s girlfriend?” You smiled at her, and the terror in your eyes faded a bit thanks to Gracia’s presence.

“Oh my goodness!” Penelope went to hug you right away as if you’d turned into her closest friend just by saying that. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

You hugged her back while widening your eyes at Spencer propping your chin over Garcia’s shoulder.

“Nice meeting you too.” You matched her enthusiasm. “I just came for a quick surprise visit.” You let go of the hug but kept holding Garcia’s hand for a moment. “You must be Penelope.”

“He talks abo— You talk about me?” Garcia widened her eyes at Spencer.

“I talk to her about everyone.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips while nodding.

He talked to you about his team all the time, and the word he often used to describe Gracia was bright. Whether it was about her personality or outfits.

“What gave me away?” Penelope asked you excitedly.

“Uh…” you hesitated.

“BAU team.” Hotch’s voice got everyone’s attention. He was just arriving. “Let’s meet at the round table in twenty.” He walked past you two and directed a gentle nod at you.

“That must be Hotch,” you said.

“She’s good.” Garcia looked at Spencer then at you. “You’re good.”

Garcia had to excuse herself, not without saying, “It was so lovely to meet you,” while waving you goodbye.

Now it was just you and Spencer again.

“Bad timing?” You winced, taking a step closer.

Spencer leaned and kissed the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“We have twenty minutes.”He took your hand and guided you out of the bullpen before anyone else saw you.

“Where are we going?” You hurried your steps to keep up with his long legs.

He didn’t respond and kept walking until you reached a stairwell.

“This might be the only place where we could have some privacy.” He shut the door. He chose a blind spot just in case Garcia decided to watch him through the surveillance cameras. “Is everything okay?”

You gulped and started playing with the string around your neck again.

“I’d been feeling very sick these past few days,” you began. “And I didn’t mention it to you because I didn’t think it was a big deal. Thought it was something I ate.”

“Okay.” He paid special attention. You were anxious.

“But my period was supposed to come last week.”

Oh.

“And it hasn’t yet.”

Oh.

“I have an irregular period so I didn’t think much of it. I let the thought go.” You shrugged. “But today at work the smell of steamed milk made me run to the bathroom. I puked everything.”

Oh, shit.

“So I bought some tests.” You snuck your hand inside your purse and showed him not one, but three pregnancy tests inside a Ziploc bag.

All of them were positive.

Very positive.

A smile bloomed wide on his lips.

“Spencer.” You placed your palm on his cheek to get him to look at you. “The condom must’ve broken. You need to get tested.”

Only then it hit him why you were so worried.

He’d taught you all about the chances and percentages about your disease, so you already knew it was only a 0.1% chance that he’d gotten transmitted.

“I got tested two weeks ago and it was negative,” he commented right away. He has had periodical tests since the first time you two had sex.

“I know, but we don’t have sex every two weeks.” You kind of laughed. “We don’t know when this happened.”

Spencer sighed and brought you close into a hug, kissing your temple. For some reason, getting tested was the least of his worries.

You were pregnant.

A baby.

His baby.

“I’ll get tested again first thing tomorrow, don’t worry.”

You nuzzled your face onto his chest and breathed him in. “Spencer? What does this mean?”

He pulled away and scanned your face. You were the most beautiful creature. The kindest, funniest and strongest person he’d ever known. He wanted to have a family with you. He wanted a lifetime and to grow old with you.

It wasn’t a thing to celebrate yet. Spencer understood if you still had doubts about it.

Still, there was a box of pizza in front of you and two cans of coca-cola. Which happened to be the food you two liked to eat when something to celebrate happened.

“So?” He asked you, leaning forward to take a sip of his drink.

You sat cross-legged on the couch and reached for a slice. “We’ve talked about this a few times.” You took a bite and stared at him as you chewed.

He liked the way you ate. “We even have a list of names.” He smiled. That list was somewhere in his drawer.

“If you’re all in, I’m all in.” You placed your empty hand over his thigh and squeezed. “I love you. And I know we’re meant to grow old together.”

“I know.” He enveloped your hand with his. “I love you, too.”

“I can already picture you being a dad.” You put your half-eaten slice back on the box and jumped on his lap, circling his nose with yours.

He leaned just enough to kiss you. “Pizza kisses.”

“Our favorite.” You kissed him back.

Then he kissed you again. And again.

“Don’t kiss me like that,” you squealed between a high-pitched laugh.

“Like what?” He moved his kisses to your jaw.

“I’m very hormonal I—” you gasped at the way he nibbled your skin between more kisses.

Spencer snuck one hand under your shirt and pulled you closer by your waist.

“It’s making me want to jump your bones right here,” you whimpered, tangling your fingers at the back of his head.

“That’s good because we left some condoms under the couch last time we had sex here in case something like this—” he went back to kiss you, this time it was an open mouth kiss. “—happened.”

It was inevitable making love that night right there on the couch with a bunch of I love you’s floating around the apartment.

The night before the truth.

At seven am the next day he was getting his blood work done and by nine, you were at the gynecologist.

“This is going to feel a little cold,” the doctor warned as he applied gel on your belly.

Spencer held your hand, and despite not knowing the results about his test yet, hope was all he could feel.

“There’s your baby.” The doctor froze the picture and pointed at a dark spot. “Oh, wait, sorry.”

You two looked at each other with confusion. Then Spencer looked at the screen again. There were two dark spots.

“There’s two of ‘em,” Spencer said just above a whisper.

Your eyes widened and you let out a small laugh. “You’re kidding.” Then you looked at the doctor. “He’s kidding, right?”

“There’s two babies.” The doctor turned the screen all the way so you could take a better look. “Are you on clomid by any chance?”

“Clo—? What?” You put your hands over your cheeks in horror, almost. “I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s a medicine,” Spencer gulped, scrunching up his nose. “Helps with infertility and can cause multiple pregnancies. No, she’s not on clomid.”

“Oh, no. No medicines. I’m HIV positive, that should be in my chart, so this wasn’t supposed to happen,” you told the doctor.

“It is on your chart. I was just asking. Do you get tested regularly?” the doctor asked Spencer.

“Yeah, every three weeks.”

“And the last time you got checked?”

“Two weeks ago, then again today.”

“Babies are about 8 weeks old so, you should be clean.”

Spencer got closer to you and pressed his lips together, trying to hold back some tears.

“It’s still too soon to know the sex but we do know they’re about the size of cherries.” The doctor continued moving the transducer over your belly. “Would you like to hear the heartbeats?”

“Already?” Your eyes widened. “Oh, this is so much information. This is— this is a lot.”

Spencer reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “It’s okay.”

The doctor localized one baby first and soft little thuds started to fill the room. “There’s baby A’s heartbeat.”

Spencer never peeled his lips off your hand while staring at the screen. There were 110 heartbeats per minute on baby A.

“And there’s baby B’s heartbeat.”

106 heartbeats per minute.

Nothing he’d ever experienced compared to this feeling. Hearing heartbeats of two little people you and him had made from scratch and with so much love… He was about to burst out of his skin of pure bliss.

A soft sob came out of his chest. “Oh, wow.” He laughed through a sniffle. “I’m really crying.”

You let go of his hand and cradled his face, brushing your thumb over his fresh tears. “We’re having two.” You laughed.

Spencer nodded, closing his eyes. “We’re having two.”

Hotch said the guilt of being away while you were at home, pregnant, wouldn’t go away with time, but advised Spencer that phone calls helped a bit.

So ever since Spencer told the team he was going to be a dad, Hotch instructed Garcia to book Spencer a single room every time they had to spend the night in another city so he could be on the phone all night if he had to.

“How did you do it?” Spencer asked him on their way to the hotel.

“I didn’t.” Hotch raised his brows as he spoke. “I didn’t try harder. I didn’t… prioritize.” He gripped the wheel and gave Spencer a quick glance before focusing back on the road. “So I’m not the best example, Reid. You can take off all the time you need to be with your girls. You should.”

It wasn’t often that Reid thought he had something in common with Hotch. But right now he did, and even though Hotch beat himself up and didn’t think of himself as a good parent, Reid knew he was. He was an example and he was his go-to person to go for advice—along with JJ, of course.

Spencer made it to his room, and as soon as he was inside, he called you.

“How are your headaches?” He sat on the edge of the bed, toed off his shoes and fell back, staring at the ceiling.

“Not too bad today. I felt a little dizzy at lunch but Steve was here. And Inez is coming later. She insisted I need more foot massages.”

He missed you and somehow hearing you were with other people made him miss you even more.

You, Charli and Marla.

“How was your day? are you tired? you sound tired.”

“Not really, no,” he responded. “I just thought about you guys all day. I was distracted.”

“Dr. Reid, that is very unlike you,” you teased him. “We’re okay. You don’t have to worry about us when you’re away.”

“I know but still. It’s hard not to. Especially now that you’re in your third trimester. You can barely move and with twins… it can be any minute now.”

“But this is your last case before your parental leave starts. I know the girls won't come out until you spend all day at home.”

“I know.” Spencer sighed deeply. “Have they kicked today?”

“Charli. Like crazy. You know how she is.” You groaned. “Marla had the hiccups not long ago.”

“Is Charli kicking right now?”

“Mmhm.” You groaned again and heard you adjusting wherever you were laying down. Either the bed or couch. “Yep, oh, oh, keep talking. I think she stopped kicking.”

Spencer had made it a habit reading you to bed, even before you were pregnant. That’s how you two discovered how Charli—the most restless—calmed down when she heard her dad’s voice.

Now, even on the phone, he kept reading you one of his favorite books as a kid—Alice in wonderland—or rather, recited it to you since he knew word-for-word.

He got ready for bed with you still on the other line, and once he was settled under the covers, he asked. “In which chapter were we?”

He heard the rifling of pages on the other line. You had the book with you already.

“Chapter seven: A mad tea-party.”

“From the beginning?” He cleared his throat.

“Yes, please.”

“Spence, do you have a sec?” JJ walked up to Spencer with a strange look.

“Hey, yeah, is something wrong?” He immediately mirrored her expression.

“I need to give you this before go on parental leave.” She handed him a worn envelope with your name handwritten on the outside. “It’s Curtis’ letter.”

“When did you get it back?” He frowned.

“I got the call when we were landing and was on my desk when we arrived.”

“Just one?”

“It’s always been one.” The corner of her lips twitched into a small smile. “They thought they were different ones because of how many pages there were. But it’s just one. For her.”

“Thanks, JJ.”

“Now go take care of her.” She gave him a gentle squeeze on his shoulder.

“Wait, JJ. I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Spence—”

“She’s six months pregnant,” his tone rose. “With twins. And the letter might cause some stress. She could go into labor.”

“Don’t freak out. It will definitely make her feel stressed, but I know it will also heal her.” She played with her heart necklace. “I’d do anything to have a letter from my sister before she…”

Just at that moment he remembered. You and JJ had the same experience. A dead sibling by suicide.

“This is a blessing, so don’t hide this from her. Don’t… wait, okay?”

Spencer sat back at his desk and stared at the envelope. It was thick, as if Curtis had written an entire novel. There was a tiny heart next to your name, which could only mean there were good things inside.

He rushed home and as soon as he got there, he was greeted by a sweet Hi, honey. You were knitting, a hobby you’d picked up since you started your maternity leave.

“Hi.” He walked to you and leaned to kiss you. “How’s the sweater going?”

“I’m almost done.” You showed him your progress. It was a tiny beige sweater.

Spencer dragged the armchair next to you and sat down.

“Something’s up with you.” You snickered.

“I… have something for you.”

You put down your knitting and looked at him with gleaming eyes. “What is it?”

He was still scared but took out the letter from his messenger bag anyway. “This is your brother’s letter.”

He swore your soul left your body.

You sat up right and blinked a few times. “What? Just one?”

“It’s always been one.”

You started laughing. A laugh that quickly turned into a soft cry.

“Okay.” You blew out a harsh breath and wiped some tears with the heel of your hands. “Since you mentioned he’d left letters I wondered if he’d left one for me I— I don’t know if I’m ready.” You placed your hand over your belly, blowing out another breath. You’d been getting out of breath so easily lately.

“You don’t have to read it right now.” He placed his hand over yours. “You can read it whenever you want. It’s yours.”

He handed you the envelope.

“I—” you took a sharp breath and your mouth twitched as you tried to smile. “This is the closest thing I’ll ever have of him. The answer I needed from the moment he left me is there. I just… I need a moment. I need to miss him as the version of him before the letter I—” Tears sprang from your eyes and you hid your face on your palms. “Oh, god!”

Spencer was quick to hold you, like the very first time he saw you cry. This time it was different, though. Right now you were the love of his life, and he couldn’t help his tears. Your pain was flush against your skin all over again and it hurt him.

“I’ve always thought I’d healed, after all these years but… not knowing why he did what he did… left that wound open.”

“I know.” Spencer stroked your hair.

“Would you… read it to me?”

“If that’s what you want, of course, sweetheart.”

You nodded, then a little sob filled your chest.

He made sure you were comfortable before reading it. He prepared you a cup of tea, got a box of tissues, placed your blanket over your lap, and sat next to you.

He gave you three soft pecks on your lips. “You ready?”

You snuggled up next to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Ready.”

Spencer took a breath, cleared his voice, and opened the envelope, ready to help you heal.

“To whoever ends up reading this letter (because I know she won’t), I have a few things to say…”

THE END

Yayyyyyyyyyy

That's it!!! Thank you so much to every single person that took their time to leave a comment on this story. This was supposed to be a long one shot but I was so excited to share it that I had to split it and I'm glad I did. I still will post the fic as a big ass one shot in case anyone wants to read it or reread it in one go.

This may not be the most intricate and detailed story but made me very happy while I wrote it.

thank you again for reading!!!

much love.

PS: I have a spencer reid one shot in the works so this story is just the beginning of my Spencer girl era

#Spencer Reid #spencer reid self insert #Spencer Reid x female reader #Spencer Reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction

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whorediaries-09 · 6 months

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Heyyy I don't know if your requests are still open but I have really missed your writing, imo you are one of the best fanfic writers out there<333

Anyways if your requests are still open I desperately need a rockstar!sirius x reader smutty prompt. Maybe after a show drinking in a pub with friends or sth and not being able to hold themselves and going outside of the pub. Whatever inspires you really, I trust your writing. I've been really feeling the british alt rock, grunge vibe lately. As for the fic, no particular kink preference just no daddy kink pls.

It's okay if you don't feel like it. I hope you are doing great

hi love, thank you so much for your kind words. just for future preference, my requests are open most of the time unless i have written the contrary on my pinned post :)

i hope you like what i've written, and i'm sorry i took so long to get around it, i've had a few tough days.

also i'm the biggest hater of daddy kink.

do i wanna know?

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- lawd have mercy i'm bout to bust 🧎‍♂️

the slut club

cause there's this tune i found, that makes me think of you somehow an' i play it on repeat,

you're not sure how you end up here. from making eye contact with sirius black on stage, to being pushed up against the wall of an unknown alley, his tongue shoved down your throat. his lips taste like an addiction that craves for you. it's like it's chasing for you and solemnly be yours. his knee crawls between the flesh of your thighs, his lips travelling south to your neck.

'you taste so fucking good,' he hums against the hot skin of your neck. you leave a breathless moan. his hand slides under your top, the metal of his rings cold against your hot skin. your hips rut against his jeans, as you search for friction on your clit.

'i want to fuck you so badly.' he murmurs. you feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. even though he's pressed against your body, it's like he can't get close enough to you.

'please do,' you whisper, your finger curling into his silky raven locks. his fingers work on the button of your skirt, while yours work on his.

'i fucking will, i promise you.'

you free his cock, and your eyes widen at his size. it was no hushed rumor the man was walking sex, and everyone who got into the bed with him would like the way he grinds. anyone would bet he could make people scream raw all night if he wanted to.

he smirks, noticing your expression. his finger circles around your sensitive clit, and you line his cock against your wet folds.

'gonna fuck your pretty pussy so good,' he says, thrusting his hips, as you wrap your legs around his waist. you hum, brushing your lips with his,

'i wouldn't put my money on it, player,' you tease. he laughs, his finger circling your clit. he raises his eyebrow, as if questioning you. he pushes your back against the concrete, and you feel the roughness scratching your back.

your mouth slacks open once he picks up his pace. he's got the perfect rhythm, you think. your eyes widen, your toes curling against the soles of your boots when his breathe fans over your skin. you slap a palm over your mouth to prevent being caught in such a promiscuous place, your legs spread open while his cock rutted into you. he moves your palm from your mouth,

'nuh uh, i want to hear your pretty sounds,' he groans. your walls flutter around his cock, your stomach rumbling with ecstasy. it was a fantasy, like playing with fire. it was loving his touch, not his feeling.

'come on, player, i know you do better than that,' you whisper, biting on his earlobe. he looks at you, his gray eyes suddenly devoid of the playfulness but full of a darkness that consumes your lust. his pupils dilate and under the moonlight, you think it makes him look like a beast of prey. tonight, you were his prey.

'oh yeah? i'm sure.' he says, increasing his pace. his fingers dig into your waist, and when the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, you scream. he laughs, his hand landing on your cheek. he grabs your face, his tongue rolling over your squished lips,

'like it honey?'

you're too breathless to answer his question against the force with which he rams into you. you feel your thighs shake, the coil of your orgasm bubbling inside you. fresh tears roll down your mascara stained cheeks. your walls flutter around his cock, eyes roll to the back of your head when you let go, your orgasm rippling through you with every inch of your body.

sirius bites your shoulder, fucking into you, chasing for his own release. you kiss him fervently, while he empties himself inside you, his hot seed spilling into you. your thighs shake with the intensity of your orgasm and his cum painting your guts.

a bright flashlight almost blinds you. it's followed by a click of a camera. he smiles, turning his phone to show you the picture he took. you're exhausted, with clampy mascara stuck on your eyelashes. your cheeks are stained with makeup and sweat, yet you look satisfied.

'i'll make this the cover for my next album,' he grins.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black thoughts #sirius black fluff #sirius black x you #sirius black fanart #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x oc #marauders era

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madame-fear · 7 months

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Hi, Amira!

I hope you are well and I am very glad that you have opened your requests 🥰🥰

I wanted to ask you if you could write a Jacaerys one shot with this prompt

73. friends to lovers situation. Getting hit with realisation that they're enamoured with you when [character] sees you laughing at someone else's joke, or flirting. Ends in love confession, too.

In a modern AU, Jacaerys and Reader going to a party together at one point get separated and Reader later sees Jace laughing about something with Sara Snow. I would like the confession not to be through an argument. Otherwise, maybe when Jace is taking Reader back to her house, he's worried because she's silent until she says out of nowhere, "I think I like you."

I can't wait to see how you develop this 💖 💖

Please take care of yourself and I wish you luck in your studies 💖 💖

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : Lu my beloved, I got so happy when I got your request! 💖 Thank you very much for all the luck and kindness, sending back to you positive vibes! This was such a great distraction for me to take breaks between my studies. I hope you enjoy this, dear! <333 — summary : [ — ✧ request ] — word count : 4.5k

— pairing : modern!jacaerys velaryon x jealous!reader — genre : friends-to-lovers, a bit of jealousy from the reader, but eventually fluff.

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

You leaned against your doorframe, with your arms tightly crossed against your chest. A sigh escaped from your nostrils faintly, having Jace’s tall figure towering your own with his height.

It had never been no secret that you had favoured Jacaerys ever since you became friends. Every single time you were together, or someone brought him up casually in a conversation, you were tirelessly teased by all the people that immediatly noticed the rosy hue creeping on your cheeks, dismissing the fact that everyone, including your own family, suspected that you were enamoured by him. You denied it endlessly, even to yourself. All Jace was to you, was your best friend.

Friends and relatives kept insisting that the reason why Jace was nearly glued to you 24/7 despite having other friends to hang out with, was because everyone was so certain that he crushed on you, probably just like you did. You always took their claims between pinches, believing that Jacaerys was merely loving with you, like any best friend would be, and again, you constantly tried dismissing them. You were in absolute denial.

At the present time, you now had the chance of going with Jace to a party, being invited by him and with no other friends from your friends group going with you — as far as you knew —, and unfortunately, you had been left with endless assignments and pending homework to present before the deadline you were given.

“Jace, I have no doubt it will be fun.” you retorted, inhaling a bit before continuing to speak, “But you know I have to study—” quickly, he interrupted you. Jace knew exactly what you would tell him, and he wasn’t having none of it. You were going to get dragged to that party with him, no ‘buts’ allowed.

“I know, I know. But pleeease, come with me?” the way he managed to put on a perfect lost puppy face to be more convincing was tempting you to accept, especially when he extended the word please. It was hard to say no, but you still tried to keep yourself disciplined. “I promise you, I will bring you back home safe and sound early. Please?”

With brief seconds of silence looming over you as you thought of his proposal, you released another sigh, as a little grin tugged at the corner of your lips. A bit of fun would do no harm, after all. And besides, you needed a break from the mind fog seeing all those scholar assignments provoked you.

“Fine. You managed to convince me. I will take my coat with me.” you said, turning around to quickly search for your coat, that surely was tossed on your couch. Immediatly his coffee-coloured eyes twinkled joyfully, stupidly offering you a toothy grin from excitement. Before getting back inside, you turned around, pointing your index finger at him.

“But, you promised you will be getting me back home early,” it was difficult to have a serious expression on your features while noticing how hardly he was fighting back a childlish little proud smile quivering on his rosy, plushy lips. “And you will be fulfilling that promise.”

And with that, Jace nodded eagerly. It was impossible not to adore him with the personified golden retriever vibes he carried. “Understood, ma’am.”

Going from your house to the house where the party had been hosteed was only a short drive. The moment you set foot on the ground off of his car, swiftly closing the car door behind of you, you could even hear from outside the loud music blasting inside and see some flashing bright lights that perfectly set the partying mood. It wasn’t your first time going to a party with a friend, of course, but this one seemed to be louder and more messy.

As soon as you were kindly greeted inside by one of his acquaintances — that was the party hoster as well —, your eyes curiously stared at the ambience. The strong scent of alcohol mixed with the smoke coming from some lit cigarettes was already intoxicating, and everyone seemed to be dazed into their own little worlds. Being such a large house, you felt a bit lost, unconsciously clinging to Jace to avoid getting lost.

“Wow,” you muttered quietly, observing attentively your surroundings. “This place is huge.” Jace quietly chuckled to himself at your reaction, noticing how amused you were at the environment. “I might just get lost at any given chance.” while that was meant to sound as a joke, truth remained under the lines of your statement. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“I know, right?” he retorted, beginning to walk around the large house, getting amidst the crowd of people. “But, don’t worry. You won’t actually get lost, you know? You get used to it eventually.” you walked behind of him like a lost puppy, almost. Your eyes curiously wandered around, occasionally craning your head around and pausing on your steps to mentally guide yourself through the house. Taking slow steps to allow you to catch up with him, a wide grin appeared on his lips as he turned around to look on you.

“Don’t worry about getting lost, love. You can easily find your way back whenever you want. And there’s always someone who can help you, so don’t be afraid of asking for directions.” you nodded in agreement, feeling relieved at his words. The feeling of heat began creeping on your cheeks leisurely, becoming a crimson tint on your face. Hearing him refer to you as love, despite being used to him being this endearing with you, never failed to make you feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush. Everytime that feeling grew inside of you, you quickly tried thinking of something else to pretend you had never just felt those types of emotions with your best friend.

It was unbeknownst to you that the eldest Velaryon boy pretty much felt flustered of having your presence so near to his own, without having any other mutual friend around you. Noticing the blatant crimson shade forming on your cheeks, with his hand Jacaerys playfully ruffled your hair in a teasing manner, like he always used to be around you. “Or perhaps, I could also just leave you around here by yourself without you realising... And you’ll actually see it’s not so hard to find your way back.” he said with a chuckle spurring from your lips. Rolling your eyes again, you pushed his hand from your now chaotic hair from his ruffling, fighting back a grin to form on your lips.

“Do that and I will kill you. Mark my words.” now, he snickered a bit loudly at your comments. for Jace, being annoyed at his own teasing simply made you more loveable for him. He wouldn’t actually admit it, much like yourself, as he felt shy enough to even think about admitting such thing to you, but one of the reasons Jace adored playing around with you and getting you annoyed, or even calling you endearing nicknames, was to simply see your pretty cheeks light up all thanks to him. And he took pride on it.

Several minutes then had passed, with you walking by his side, nearly glued to his body. Jace walked around the large house, trying not to stumble upon the crowds of people in each space, as he lead you to different rooms to show you around. During several moments when you got distracted, you caught glimpses of people dazing themselves off with the alcohol, smoking, or even couples laying on the couches or hiding in a corner notoriously kissing in a rather fervent manner.

Curiously, without thinking much about it as over the passing time you grew slightly more confident inside the house where the party was being hosted, you decided to explore around by yourself. Not that you had forgotten about Jace, of course, but you had all the confidence in the world of strolling around the large party knowing Jace was near you. You hadn’t distanced yourself much from him, or at least you tried not to merely as to not test your own luck; it was just a few random rooms and spaces that you decided to briefly explore, before turning around and walking towards one of the rooms where you had caught a glimpse of Jace going to.

“I have no idea how you can easily walk around here without getting lost.” you spoke naturally, with your voice slightly raised due to the loudly blasting music, assuming Jace was going to be there where you thought you had seen him. “I mean, I get it that you’ve been here several times but Jesus Christ, I would get lost over and over each time.” you continued joking, with your hands on your pockets as your gaze lingered on the ground for a few seconds before raising them to look at Jacaerys.

But there was no sight of him, only a few small groups of people that talked with each other. Without realising, Jace apparently had kept walking mindlessly around, disappearing amidst the rooms and the large crowd of people that occupied the broad spaces. And by the time you tried to keep up with him after trying to quickly explore the house, you immediatly realised you had lost Jace from near sight.

Abruptly stopping on your steps, in the middle of one of the halls surrounded by sy strangers, you tried scanning the place. For fucks sake, how could have Jace disappeared in the blink of an eye? He was just around where you had been, he couldn’t be so far away! You could feel your heart slightly starting to pound against your chest, that provoked a burdening disorientated sensation on you at being in such vast, unknown space.

“Jace?” lifting your voice slightly, you turned around again, moving your gaze absolutely everywhere. A frustrated huff escaped from you. “You can easily find your way back whenever you want,” he said, “You won’t get lost.” and here you where. At that moment, you remembered the moment Jacaerys said he would abruptly leave you to your own so you would know how to find your way back. But, knowing him, it was most likely that he probably left you alone by accident rather than currently be playing around with you.

You were about to kill him for leaving you around by yourself, without a doubt.

The nerves were beginning to overwhelm you, feeling lightheaded at the disorientation you currently had. To which, you decided to trace back your steps, managing to guide yourself to the living hall where most of the guests were, and it was near the main front door. Maybe he was right, once you explored around and got used to this strangers — his acquaintances — house, you would get used to it.

After spending the few next minutes tracing back all of the rooms you had gone through, with your anxiety rising with the slow passing of the seconds, you released a sigh of relief the moment you reached the main living room. Perhaps Jace was there, or if you didn’t find him, you would just leave and wait outside next to his car — sooner or later, he would realise you weren’t there.

The blaring music coming from the speakers had increased in sound, as well as the loud chattering and drunken giggles. You reached the crowd full of people, occasionally tiptoeing a bit, nearly bumping into some as to spot for Jacaerys. You eventually found yourself nearly surfing into the crowds of people, being careful as to not spill anyone’s drink or anything. As you tiptoed again, you managed to spot Jace in a corner, making you feel relieved to have caught a glimpse of him. Immediatly, you rushed towards him, still being cautious due to the vast amount of guests.

And as you got nearer him, you realised a bit late that he was hanging around with a girl. Soft laughter spurred from his rosy lips as his eyes twinkled, hearing very faintly how they made silly comments.

You recognised the girl immediatly, as you had often seen her in the group of friends you shared with Jacaerys, and in a way, she could be considered rather popular. It was none other than Sara Snow. A tinge of jealousy overwhelmed you abruptly, feeling a tight knot forming on your stomach. You had to admit to yourself, she was literally beautiful; with long dark hair, fair skin, and in general, all her features were absolutely beateous. Sara knew how to be charming and endearing, but knowing how close to Jacaerys she was, it simply made you want to vanish right there and forget you had seen him laughing along her silly remarks and being close to one another.

A great burden sat on your chest rather uncomfortably, yet it was hard to gaze away. And now all you wanted, despite being hesitant in approaching them, was simply to leave. For those dreadful seconds that you stood there, almost out of the crowd, staring at them; you were leisurely being hit with the realisation that... Maybe, after all, your friends and relatives were right all along despite your constant denial and dismissing. You were indeed enamoured of Jacaerys. You were head over heels for him, and you felt a part of you being ripped apart brutally at the sight of him hanging around so casually with another woman.

Part of you tried to keep denying it, but another part of yourself, was much more strongly accepting the feelings that remained hidden in you for such a long time. You gulped anxiously, feeling a lump choke your throat, having a mix of jealousy, anger, and disappointment. Of course, you were well aware that both of them laughing and talking meant nothing... Probably. But either way, you had a growingly strenuous need of pulling him away with her, and having him taking you home again.

A shaky huff escaped from you, feeling your hands trembling from all the burning jealousy that had been ignited inside of you. “Jacaerys!” you brought his attention, immediatly breaking their conversation as you approached them, and their gazes fell on you. His coffee eyes seemed to become brighter at the sight of you, offering you a dumbfounding toothy grin. Gods, he could make you melt right there. “(y/n)! I had been looking for you, but I simply assumed—”

You interrupted him abruptly, moving your stare to Sara for a moment. “Sorry, I’m stealing him away from you for the rest of the night. But it was lovely seeing you again!” those words were nearly spat, sounding harshly cold before looking back at Jacaerys, forcing a smile. “We have to go. It’s getting late for me, remember?” your words came rushed as you raised your eyebrows at him, and Jace seemed to be completely oblivious about how you were seething.

His eyes were widen in realisation at the time, remembering you had to get back home early. The party had been a mere study break for you, that was all. “Oh, yes! You’re right, sorry!” he quickly apologised, looking at you for a moment, before staring at the girl in front of him. “It was lovely talking to you, Sara, see you another ti—”

Not holding yourself back from the smothering jealousy that seemed to increase with the passing of the seconds, you abruptly took Jace’s hand. It was the first time you had actually held hands, especially with such a tight grip as your own, currently. His hands were warm, and his skin had some sort of velvet texture. His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, realising that your physical contact seemed very soothing, in a way.

A faint rosy tint formed on his cheeks, as well as your own, starting to drag him away from Sara Snow, and the entire party. He managed to wave goodbye to her in a hurried way, but really, his focus was now on you like it always had been.

Your steps were loud against the floor, nearly stomping. There was something in the atmosphere around you that clearly indicated, you weren’t exactly holding the most positive vibes. Maybe something had happened, besides you wanting to get home early to study and present your assignments on time, and he wasn’t aware of it. The door was swiftly open, taking him outside with you, and you slammed it close immediatly. In a way, you felt embarrassed of not hiding the fact that you weren’t content, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

“Jacaerys Velaryon, I will so kill you. I’m getting late.” you muttered between your clenched teeth, letting go of his hand so he can use his keys to unlock the car, and get inside. Those words didn’t mean to sound angry, but rather, as if you were rushed. And you were, you now wanted to get back home and simply forget about the situation and the own realisation of your feelings. “I’m sorry! I thought you had found your own way around the rooms to have fun!” he shouted back, excusing himself. There was no lie in it, he was merely being innocently genuine having thought that you would follow him, but then noticed how you kept exploring the vast rooms.

Reaching the car door, you opened it, and wasted no time in getting inside of it. Loud slamming was heard from both of you, as he felt a certain discontented hurried vibe to you. It was clear in your words, way of acting, and the certain frowny face you expressed. Fastening your seatbelts, he wasted no time in getting the car started, faintly hearing in the background how the music continued being played, and everyone was immersed in their own little world. Pressing your head against the window with your arms tightly crossed against your chest, you tried to balance the feeling of being angrily moody at the situation, and as well, balancing how you suddenly realised that you did in fact fancy him more than just a best friend.

It was hard for you to admit it. And having to find out about your feelings thanks to another woman so blatantly trying to flirt with Jace and scooting closer to him wasn’t the best manner to find out. Jealousy rooted itself venomously on your stomach and chest, fighting back against the memories of them laughing and talking ever so casually. But at the same time, you felt awkwardly embarrassed of having that outburst with no control of your emotions in front of him. He had no fault in your own emotions, Jace was simply kind and polite with everyone, and obviously he just wanted you to have some fun with him.

As the car started, the rest of the ride was entirely noiseless. Awkward silence bloomed with the passing seconds, only hearing very silently the wind gushing through the slightly open car windows, and the sound of a few cars driving past you. Your eyes were fixed on the view of your passenger window, not daring to even flinch or move to avoid making things more awkward and tense, somehow.

Having known you for quite some time, Jace always sensed when something was wrong with you, and being the lovingly caring person he is — especially when it comes to you —, he always felt the imminent and only natural preoccupation growing in him.

The car leisurely stopped from driving as you had to pull up in front of a red light; being merely a few blocks away from reaching your house. Your arms continued tightly crossed against you, with your head leaned against the car window. The soft gushing of the wind continued passing through the slightly open windows, feeling refreshed in a way to have the cool breeze hit delicately against your face in such a tense moment between the two of you. Maybe you had overreacted, as you really wasn’t angry with him; you were overwhelmed with

Despite not daring to turn your head and stare at him, or even speak up about what happened, you could feel his gaze piercing on you with concern. His fingers fidgeted anxiously as he dreadfully awaited for the red lights to turn green. Clearing his throat, Jace decided to speak up first for both of you. “(y/n), are you... Alright?” he inquired, with a low cooing tone, fixing his stare on you. Your body stiffened slightly as he broke the ice in the atmosphere, but slowly tried to relax.

His eyes returned to the steering wheel and the road, the moment the green light brightly reflected upon both of you. The car continued moving, but in a tranquil manner as you were about to return home in a few minutes. “You seem upset,” jace continued. With your arms still crossed, you shyly decided to face him. “Did something happen back there that I need to be aware of?” gods, he was such a caring person. You felt bad of having reacted that way around him, but at the same time, you knew you couldn’t possibly be angry with him. In fact, you simply felt jealous towards Sara Snow, but not really upset. “Or... D-Did I do, or say anything to possibly make you feel angry at me?”

Despite not wanting to get his eyes off the road, his gaze met your own for a second, before entering the block where your house was located. At hearing his words and the hint of genuine concern behind his voice tone, your heart dropped heavily. Your eyes widened, as you shook your head. The least of things you wished right now, was to possibly make him feel bad at himself for a simple misunderstanding. In any case, you felt like the one to blame for the situation. “No, no! It’s alright, you didn’t say or do anything!” you clarified quickly, feeling your heart beating against your chest nervously.

“I-It’s just that, I...” you trailed off, stroking your arm with your hand up and down in a very slow manner rather awkwardly. Swallowing anxiously, you were uncertain whether to be honest with him, or simply keep up with the lie that you dragged him out of there because you were getting home later than expected. But, as bold as speaking up for your feelings was, with the risk of him possibly not reciprocating them, you felt the ardent need of admitting it to him. At least, it was much better than leaving him worried about you, or wondering what could’ve happened to you to react in such a strange, unlikely-of-you manner.

With a few seconds that passed, with an awkward silence being left after you left mumbled words to trail off into nothingness, the car eventually pulled up in front of your house. You sat in the passenger seat nervously, feeling a knot in your stomach, fidgeting with your fingers. As he stopped the car, his eyes managed to properly focus on you now, attentively hearing whatever you had to say. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jace. You could never make me feel upset,” you began. Softly, you inhaled air, lingering your gaze on your lap before raising it to stare at his own eyes.

“I think I like you.” you blurted out, immediatly swallowing.

Slowly, realisation dawned upon him. His lips parted very slightly as if to speak, but no words came, not for some time at least. Jacaerys seemed to be taken aback by this abrupt confession of yours, unsure of how to respond back to it. You bit down on your lower lip, waiting. The silence felt thick and heavy, suffocating you. His cheeks became a notorious crimson hue, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“(y/n),” he whispered, looking at you, “Do... D-Do you really mean it?” his words came out as if he were in utter disbelief. For his friends and close acquaintances, it was wellknown that Jace badly swooned after you, and his gaze never failed to be fixed on yours the moment he spotted you somewhere; unfortunately provoking him endless teasing. His cheeks became a notorious crimson hue, taking over his pale skin. You swallowed again, feeling the pressure build in your throat as your heart began to beat faster.

“Yes. I... I do mean it.” you admitted, nodding earnestly. Jace didn’t say anything further but you could tell from his expression that he was satisfied enough to know your answer. Silence kept hanging around the environment after you admitted it, dropping your gaze to your lap once again out of embarrassment, noticing that Jacaerys wasn’t saying anything else.

But you were surprised when one of his hands delicately, yet firmly lifted your head by your chin, and he leaned closer to you. Softly holding you by your chin, his lips were pressed against your own. They were beautifully plushy, enough for you to have the need to nibble on them playfully. Your eyes initially widened at the feeling of his warm lips locking with your own, but eventually they fluttered shut, allowing him to do as he pleased.

It was gentle at first, then gradually it became slightly more intense, tilting your head to your side to kiss him deeper. He held you securely with his arms around your waist, kissing you so tenderly that it seemed as if Jace had waited years for this to happen. You felt his hand travelling to the back of your neck, with his fingers reaching your hair and tangling themselves up on it’s silky strands. After what seemed to be an eternity, despite merely being almost a minute, your lips parted from one another.

With your eyes opening again, panting from the lack of air during the kiss, a silly little grin tugged at the corner of your lips, quivering until it became a proper toothy grin. Both your faces were equally flustered, as some giggles spurred from your now glossy lips. His arms remained around you, holding you dearly. “You could’ve said so much sooner, you know that?” he mumbled, gazing down at you tenderly with his beautiful brown eyes.

His lips went to your forehead, placing a loving smooch on your skin. His fingers continued lazily playing with strands of your hair, twirling them around his finger. You were nearly breathless, allowing your head to rest against the crook of his neck. It hadn’t taken him long to notice you had become jealous at Sara Snow... But why get jealous, when all he could possibly think about all day long was you?

“You know,” Jace continued, resting his chin on top of your head. He knew you had to go back to your home soon, but the least he wanted was for this moment to end. “I think I should get you jealous more often, somehow it makes you look prettier than you already are.” a proud smirk appeared on his lips at his own teasing, feeling you click your tongue as to dismiss his words, and you immediatly looked up at him; several chuckles escaping from Jacaerys at your reaction.

“You are such an idiot,” you began, helplessly smiling back at him. Your nails gently scraped his skin under his chin, slightly leaning to kiss his jaw. “But you’re lucky I adore you just like that.”

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h-harleybaby · 1 year

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I’m starting to get so many drafts but no one’s asking for nsfw and I wanna write it sometimes ya know?

Anyways this is gonna be real short

I love creepy Butters and Cartman <3333

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Butters 💛

• Like I said- creepy/pervy Butters and Somnophilla? Match made in heaven. There’s just something about him waking up with an almost painful boner and knowing he could use you in any way (with your consent) gets him going a bit. He feels really embarrassed and like he needs to pray but shhhh- your body might as well be his temple

• That takes me to the my next point, body worship. He loves you sm and ofc he likes body worship. But specifically for you, he gets so embarrassed that he can’t really get the same treatment, even a little praise just might make him cum on the spot.

• DACRYPHILLA 👏👏👏👏

• When Butters is a sub he gets overstimulated so easily he just starts crying a bit, but part of him thinks it’s so hot you can do that to him. But also if he gets the chance to fuck you dumb til you’re crying??? He’s so proud of himself, doesn’t it mean he did really well?

• This sweet- sweet man loves praise and he often praises you without meaning to so I hope you have a praise kink, he probably couldn’t bring himself to degrade you

• UNLESS

• Y’all do some roleplay and he’s professor Chaos… It’s like he flips a switch but there’s still a pretty good amount of praise in there.

• Normally Butters is really gentle and likes going slowly with you but professor Chaos is rough and fast AND there’s a lot more dirty talk with Chaos

• Stay with me on this, it’s Butters guilty pleasure to sniff your panties… I DUNNO HE GIVES ME THAT VIBE

• Literally anything you’ve worn he just kinda steals because your smell just kinda- turns him on??? Sometimes it’s not even horny he just loves it (he’s probably stolen one of your bras from your dirty clothes and just kinda lays down with it on his face)

• He purposely gets you to bend down and stuff to see your cleavage and it gets him so horny but he’s also super embarrassed

• I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a humiliation kink, he just wants to be caught with your panties on his face 💀

Cartman ❤️

• Hear me out on this, dacryphilla with Cartman too but in a pretty different way from Butters. Where as Butters comes from a much better place, Eric comes from a sadistic place. He would lick your tears 😭

• Everything with Cartman is just a lil malicious tbh. Somnophilla with Eric?? He loves that shit and goes a lil farther than Butters. Butters thigh fucks you to not wake you up but Eric just flat out fucks you and gropes you (all consensually btw) kinda hoping he wakes you up. He usually does

• He feels almost no shame, he doesn’t get embarrassed like Butters. But he wants you to get embarrassed (cough slight humiliation kink but towards you cough)

• STAY WITH ME ON THIS- food play, and no I will not elaborate on that I’m right you’re wrong end of discussion

• Maybe just MAYBE- exhibitionism, like just to brag he would fuck you in front of his friends just to show what they could never have because you’re his. ITS A POWER MOVE

• He likes to do all that classics pervy shit, like look up your skirt and down your shirt all the time

• If y’all are in public and he gets hard he might just grab your hand under the table and guide it to his boner

• I’M SORRY HE WANTS TO FUCK IN PUBLIC AND YOU KNOW WHAT

• HE WOULD LOVE IF YOU GAVE HIM A BLOWJOB WHILE HE EATS

• Just you under the table sucking him off as he eats, occasionally eating with one hand to guide you/shove your head down a little more on his dick

• He loves that feeling when you almost gag around his dick, it makes him feel powerful

• Totally has a remote controlled vibrator he makes you wear on dates sometimes and puts it to the maximum setting while you’re talking. AND he says you can’t cum or you’ll get punished <333

I’m sorry I tried 😭

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decolonize-the-left · 5 months

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i was thinking about your whiteness post, and i wanna add how the idea of whiteness has lead to an almost bastardized and commercialized version of christianity

i don't celebrate christmas as a muslim because it's not my religious holiday to celebrate, but the amount of times people have said "you should still celebrate it! christmas is not religious holiday anymore!" is wild. like, that's your saviour? wdym christmas isn't a religious holiday???

it's not like this with other christian dominions, so i find it insane that the countries that scream about jesus all the time also treats his 'birthday' (there's so much debate on his date of birth) is just another holiday. the same thing for easter and i don't hear a word about lent either.

this probably isn't a new thought, but given that it's been another season of peoples pity because i don't celebrate christmas, its been on my mind.

anywho, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <333

I 100% agree

I think much like a government, Christianity in the West has been co-opted by white supremacists.

I have a whole theory and special interest about it so let me soap box for a second.

Doing research even on the Bible the last few months and the KJV print is where that becomes obvious to me. Some of the wording changed to make obedience and subservience to the king a virtue. It linked holiness to serving someone other than God or yourself.

And that's not to say it didn't have issues before that or that the KJV is the sole cause (it is one of the most popular versions tho). But rather an observable point in history where we can see the Bible being wielded as a tool to make the masses more easily controlled.

It stopped being about God and spirituality a long time ago.

Further, the guy who translated it for King James is now considered the patriarch of puritanism. And that was caused when the King repudiated papal authority and transformed the Church of Rome into a state Church of England.

Yeah. They literally colonized the church.

See also:

The main difference between the Catholic Church and the Church of England is that Anglicans do not recognize the pope as the head of the Christian faith. Instead, the head of the Church of England is the British monarch.

The puritans who showed up on Turtle Island? Those were the same extremist puritans who didn't want to share church with Catholics that the king didn't want to deal with either. They thought the church being inclusive to Catholics was a religious affront and they wanted more reforms about it.

But then

Under Charles I, Calvinist teachings were undermined and bishops became less tolerant of Puritan views and more willing to enforce the use of controversial ceremonies. New controls were placed on Puritan preaching, and some ministers were suspended or removed from their livings. Increasingly, many Puritans concluded that they had no choice but to emigrate

Every time I hear "Starbucks cups are a christians tradition" I'm reminded of puritans screeching about how being inclusive of Catholics was a personal attack on their rights.

And when I see some megachurch doing this

Or when I hear about how Christianity feels more like a cult people want you to join and less like a peace driven religion about Jesus

Or when people have experiences like yours.

...it feels so obvious that focus of Western Christianity is actually about normalizing political ideas and they lure you into that by going "look how fun our parades are" and "aren't chocolate eggs fun?"

Jesus is a Trojan horse.

It's how you end up with so many "religious" people who'd willingly die for their country but shoot their neighbor. Conversely, it's how you end up with so many non-religious people saying it's not religious at all and bring people together actually.

Because its just parades.

Right?

#asked #answered #cultural Christianity #whiteness #colonization #i love asks like these #tysm for sending it

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rainbowstargazerlilies · 5 months

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Mechs Ships Tournament: Resurrection Round Part 2!

Hi! The winner of this poll will proceed into the final poll to face off against the other Resurrection Round poll winner, Polymechs And Lyf, and the HNOC trio. This will only run for one day. Hope you all are ready!

Link to the other poll here

Propaganda under cut:

Tim/Bertie:

The entire “Tim Goes Mad” section of GTVTMK. Tim looses it because his best friend dies and goes on a murderous rampage. Also that one art that Reegis made of the younger version of the two of them.

gay moon bitches fr

Gptvstmk

*blows up the moon for you*

#TimBertie are literally so stuckycoded ngl#ITS ABOUT THE DEVOTION ABOUT CHILDHOOD FRIENDS GONE TO WAR ITS ABOUT THE VIOLENCE OF TRAGIC LOSS#ITS ABOUT GRIEF AND THE WAY IT HURTS YOU SO YOU EXTERNALIZE THAT HURT TO THE ONES WHO TOOK YOUR LOVED ONE#HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT MOON KAISER IM PISSING ON THE MOON YOU IDIOT!!!#im normal about timbertie (tags via @watermelonselfship)

Carmilla/Odin:

Lesbiabs

Because. Unethical lesbians who should be in sickly sweet love is not appreciated enough.

FUCKED UP TOXIC MILF YURI!!!!!!!

kinda bonkers women

TOXIC MILF YURI!!!!

Violinspector:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37936555/chapters/94742191

violinspector (the stars claim them)

The Stars Claim 'Em

yoyr fanfic idk i thought this was funny [Poll runner's note: I'm the author of The Stars Claim Them.]

it slaps. that’s all

no thoughts. only them.

Ashes/Jonny:

bc like... the vibes. i also like ashes as hades and jonny as cerberus. ashes is so cool, and jonny is so... jonny.

their backstories both end with them murdering their father figure and then literally burning all of their ties to their former homes. its narratively satisfying. of course theyd be together.

#ASHES/JONNY MY EVERYTHING#good lord okay#they're best firneds. they were there for eachother since the beginning#jonny's a freak and ahses has to deal with jonny's bullshit & is also really the only one who knows how to put up with her bullshit#they're so awful but they really truly care so much about eachother#they're smoking buddies#ashes & jonny taking a moment and sitting together for a few minutes without saying a word#smoke break#they just Understand eachother do you feel me. they just Get eachother please (tags via @dropitdoeeyes)

Ivy/Raphaella

them <333 science vibe lesbians. Pedantic archivist and sciency scientist. Must I say more???

science saphics + ivy infodumping while raph does science™ is awesome

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41629023/chapters/104419359 :3

they could be called research paper which is based so vote them

no heart of gold, just flesh and blood - quantumducky - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own](Fic contains gore and some sexual content. It's about a vivisection :3) (via @mothocean)

#ivy raphaella sweep!!!#do it for the nerds! do it for the girls! do it for the nerdy girls!!#aa (tags via @jewishdainix)

Brian/Galahad:

i think they would kissies

Galahad sat on a murder chair because Brian said to. (via @bookworm-girl2002)

#mechs ships tournament #the mechanisms #the mechs #spumblr #tournament poll #shipping round 6 #gunpowder tim #raphaella la cognizi #ivy alexandria #bertie the mechanisms #lyfrassir edda #marius von raum #ashes o'reilly #jonny d'ville #dr carmilla #doctor carmilla #odin tbi #drumbot brian #galahad hnoc

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danisbrainrot · 3 months

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Happy birthday, I hope you're having the best birthday, also i hope you a healthy and happy life 💛🎂

Also thank you for writing my requests, it's literally so sweet of you 💜

And since I'm Johanna mason obsessed I thought

Reader is disappearing into the woods for long hours, then comes back home exhausted. Johanna is getting worried and curious about what reader is doing. Usually, reader would love Johanna to go with her on her walks in the woods, but not this time.

Reader is actually building a tree perch or tree deck (I don't know what it's called, but it looks like the pictures), as a surprise for Johanna's birthday. On Johanna's birthday, reader decorated it with flower bouquets, lanterns, and candles, making it look like a fairy tale setting, with a smile picnic if that makes any sense

Ps: English isn't my first language so sorry if anything don't make sense

johanna mason x reader no because being obsessed with johanna mason is so real. also thank you so much <333, i needed to pump out a johanna fic for my birthday so i'm glad you asked for this one!! as always, i love your prompts they're so imaginative! johanna might be *slightly* ooc.

"i'm just going for a walk," you call out, letting the door slam behind you. johanna peeked her head out from the kitchen, but saw you were gone and shrugged. she felt a little hurt because usually, you would go for walks with her but she brushed it off and went about her morning routine.

when this habit continued for a couple of weeks, she began to grow upset. you'd walk out the door, planting a kiss on her cheek and waving goodbye and she'd be alone again; moping around the house, she would grumble angrily to herself about how she was going to confront you. then when you return home, cheery and embracing, her face would lighten up and she’d ignore how she was feeling.

then, the hours grew longer and you weren’t returning quite as happily. you made sure to hug her, or kiss her, but your mood was dampened and you were beyond exhausted. johanna began worrying something really bad was wrong; the situation left her conflicted. did she stop you from going out so you wouldn’t be tired? or let you do what you wanted? the idea of losing you scared her immensely, that she sent finnick a letter asking him for help. he came a week later with annie and their son, saying that he would stay until after her birthday party, and help her sort out the problem. the second you were left alone with him, however, you managed to convince him to disappear with you as well.

johanna had never been more concerned. what were you two hiding from her? were you cheating on her with finnick? she shook her head, refusing to let her mind wander down that path. you would never do that to her—could never do that to her. so she’d end up playing with finnick’s son and talk to annie all day until everyone else showed up. katniss and peeta—along with haymitch—rocked up the day before johanna’s birthday, eager to help. while katniss and haymitch gave awful advice (johanna didn’t want to snap at you and demand you tell her what happened), peeta encouraged her to wait a little longer; she wondered if you’d told him something, and now she was nervous about what she was supposedly waiting for.

it wasn’t until you finally disappeared in the early morning of her birthday that she cracked. she followed you, while you crept down the dimly lit trail. you occasionally placed a candle on the ground and lit it, before continuing on your way. it was a little while before you finally stopped in front of a large tree, with a gorgeous wooden deck. she hides behind a tree as you climb up the ladder and began setting up the blanket, placing the food on top and adding a few finishing touches to give it the rustic vibe johanna loved so much.

“you can come up now!” you announce, watching johanna peer out from behind the tree, as she hesitantly approached the ladder. she looks up at you, signalling for her to join you, before swiftly scaling the ladder and kissing you once you’re reunited at the top. “happy birthday, johanna,” you whisper against her lips.

she smiles, her blush prominent now as she realises how embarrassing it was to suspect something was wrong with you, when in reality you’d been working on this for her birthday. “thank you,” she replies, pulling away and sitting down properly. she takes one of the sandwiches you’d prepared and munches down on it. “did you build this all by yourself?”

“i had a little help,” you confess, shrugging your shoulders and plucking a bunch of grapes—before throwing them in your mouth one by one. she can’t contain her snort, rolling her eyes playfully. “the best thing about sharing friends with you, is that they wanted to help me build and prevent you from seeing it prematurely. it was a good idea throwing a party and inviting them all, otherwise i’d never have gotten this done in time.”

johanna smirks, shaking her head, “that explains a few things,” placing her head in your lap as you softly stroke her hair.

“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper, kissing the top of her forehead.

she smiled up at you, “it is when you're here.”

#johanna x reader #thg series #wlw #the hunger games #fanfic #fluff #blurb #johanna mason #thg #johanna mason x reader #danisasks #dani's fics <3

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urprettylittlething · 7 months

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will cursed kitty eventually learn how to properly communicate? (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Now here's an interesting idea! I'd say that would definitely be possible, no matter how dumb or naïve she is she's still pretty smart for a cursed spirit. So I think she'd pick up a few words here or there, maybe she'll eventually string them together to form sentences at some point, she's around satosugu a lot so she was bound to pick up something. Thank you so much for this ask my lovely anon <333 I put together this little drabble for you, sorry it's short but I hope you enjoy <33

Speak

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - I hope you guys enjoy this little thing and if you have any other ideas you want to send in please do ml's <33333

summary - Kitty speaks.

warnings - nothing really, brief mentions of Kitty saying the word 'cum', very vague yandere vibes again, brief mentions of them not letting her leave at the end, I think this is it let me know if I missed anything

genre - Drabble

wc - 650

~spelling and grammar fixed already~ (I think)

Gojo and Geto were sitting on the couch and were supposed to be watching TV but were instead bickering and annoying each other.

Kitty was sitting in front of the TV, staring at the flat box with wonder at the kiddy program that was currently on. A blue boat was being displayed on the screen with the cartoon person asking what color it was.

While Geto was laughing and Gojo was pouting, they suddenly hear Kitty blurt out “Blue!”.

They both pause in what they're doing, never hearing her speak before, eyes wide in disbelief as their heads whip round to look at Kitty.

She’s on her knees leaning on the table between the couch and TV. Hands placed on the top while her tail swishes behind her. Her eyes are alight with joy at watching the program and they can see her perk up in glee when the cartoon on screen reveals her answer as correct.

They both turn back towards each other and raise their eyebrows, silent conversation traveling between the two. Geto turns back to look at her, leaning forward in his seat, “Hey Kitty, can you speak again for us?” a gentle smile on his face when she turns back to look at him.

All she does is smile back, tail swishing more while a purr builds up in her chest before she turns back to the TV.

≧ ͡❛ ᵜ ͡❛≦

It happens again, this time when they had a more mature program on the TV. It had been on a couple times and Kitty had been watching it while they did whatever in the background.

It’s only when the couple had started to get intimate did she turn to Gojo. Her ears twitched as her tail swayed gently behind her while she said, “Kiss.” a cute little smile following up after.

Gojo raised his eyebrows, peering over his glasses at her before turning to the TV, seeing the couple kiss there. Although heavily making out was a better way to put it.

“That’s right baby. Kiss.” He reached out with a hand to gently tug on one of her fluffy ears. Her face scrunched up before she shook his hand off and turned back to the TV.

≧ ͡❛ ᵜ ͡❛≦

This time they were all together. Watching another show, some reality TV where contestants had to compete in the wild for a cash prize. Kitty was adamantly watching, gazing with a longing look in her eyes whenever the forest came on TV.

Geto and Gojo were sitting on the couch, Kitty once again between them while resting against Getos leg. They had been exchanging looks for a while, softly murmuring to each other every now and then.

If they were honest it was a little surprising that she had started picking up a few words here and there. Mostly from the TV shows they’d been letting her watch but also from them. Words like, ‘Water’, ‘Cuddle’, ‘Rub’ and ‘Cum’ had become a part of her limited vocabulary. She was also picking up on ‘Yes’ and ‘No’.

If she was going to be talking at some point they thought it would be good to start teaching her ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’. After all, they didn’t want to have a disobedient Kitty on their hands. And if she started to talk to them, she would be able to understand them. Making communicating a whole lot easier on their part. And they figured the TV was the best way to go about this.

It was only when she had seen a few too many episodes of that reality series, starting to pick up words like, ‘Go’, ‘Outside’, and ‘Leave’ did they decide taking away the TV was the better idea.

After all, they didn’t want their precious Kitty getting ideas about leaving in that cute little head of hers.

But then again, it’s not like they’d let her.

#geto x reader #gojo x reader #yandere geto suguru #yandere gojo satoru #cursedkitty #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #gojo saturo #yandere geto #yandere gojo

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cherryjuiceblues · 6 months

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Re: mb5 sneaky.

I think it’s important to note that y/n *wants* to be a stay at home wife. And while the expectation for her to have dinner on the table every night when he comes home isn’t reasonable, they are in a relationship, so when she commits to doing something, that’s her version of “pulling her weight” in the relationship. It has to feel balanced for both of them. He makes good money and really doesn’t ask a lot of her. And it isn’t just an agreement for sex — they’re choosing to be exclusive and build a life together romantically. So I think that’s what’s really tough:( because shit happens. She got distracted!!! Lord knows I’ve done that!!!! I think Harry is justified in being a bit upset. But I also think it’s completely appropriate for y/n to bite back at his reaction. His tone and demeanor are not okay. Bestie this angst felt ALL too real:(

The way you’ve written their two points of view is so brilliantly done that it makes you understand both sides. And it makes you feel for both of them. Because it does give this vibe, like, um, excuse me? Not your housewife? But also understanding why Harry would be so frustrated. It’s so real.

The fact of the matter is that they are both wrong and they are both right. Real relationships are complex like this. It’s not all black and white. And you’ve managed to ride that delicate balance perfectly? And then her feeling sad that her pet name is being associated with an unpleasant experience? So real, oh my heart felt that one 🥺

Also mentioning that she had wondered what it would take to push him to his limits? Because he’s been so patient. And then this moment where she sees it coming. The contrast in the way he greets her. She’s watching him really lose composure and unravel for the first time. And how scary it is to be on the receiving end. And to feel like she’s the reason for it. But she still stood up for herself? I love her? I don’t think people give mb y/n enough credit! Like she’s so soft but she’s not going to be kicked around?

Truly it’s just the way Harry is presenting himself that’s wrong. Him coming off as a little entitled and her calling him out on it is a beautiful way to show her little fire. I think it’s interesting—because personally I feel like the fact that it’s happening in the kitchen is what makes it so easy to misconstrue as misogyny, which heightens our reaction to it. But the reality is it’s about following through. Her pulling her weight. In a different environment, it might not feel so extreme. It’s just about doing what you said you’d do. But I feel like this could leave to some really great makeup sex 😵‍💫

So anyway this hit different for sure 😭

Also hiii, first ask not on anon 🙈

- 💌

bestie :((( you're so kind. ily. and your analysis makes me so so happy.

i love love love your take on things! i hope that when i post the full part that more context will smooth things out!!! all of this is so beautifully written, i don't have much else to add apart from my gratitude honestly!! the time you always take to leave feedback and share your thoughts never goes unappreciated. your opinion means so so so much to me. i feel so lucky to have you <3

and yes the makeup sex will be super yummy :DDDD

AND SO PROUD OF YOU FOR COMING OFF ANON BESTIE <333

#💌 anon #mutually beneficial

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acrazybayernfan · 6 months

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Ok so, I'm here to humbly request some Mullendowski from your amazing writing (I miss them so much) Btw, bless your inability to keep it short <3

(Fun fact: I was nervous to ask and for some reason, I started typing in Spanish (?????? )

Hello my dear Nana <333

first of all thank you so much for your request 😘 and I'm so so so so horribly terribly sorry to be so late to answer it. I had my first session of exams for my theater school last week and the repetitions took all my time, and I was so unsatisfied of I had done for your little fanfic that I had to try to make better but i failed so... I just count on your understanding and your kindness.

As a compensation for being so late, I have decided to write you two little stories (that can be related if you want or not if you don't want). Also, somehow I'm unable to write anything that isn't sad this month (it must be the fall vibes) so...

Oh if you'd like, go for Spanish, i can't talk well but I understand, so if it's easier for you, I won't mind, at all : )

First story is inspired by the song El Perdedor by Enrique Iglesias so the tittle is... Los Perdedores

Qué más quieres de mí Si el pasado está a prueba de tu amor Y no tengo el valor De escapar para siempre del dolor Demasiado pedir Que sigamos en esta hipocresía Cuánto tiempo más podré vivir En la misma mentira

One morning Thomas had read on internet news saying that Robert Lewandowski was considering leaving Bayern and he had laugh at these ridiculous rumors. He had laugh like that every day for months until, even him, couldn’t laugh about it anymore and fear, a terrible, dreadful fear sized his heart, the fear to lose something that perhaps, in the end, he never had.

Why would Lewy want to leave? Weren’t things great the way they were? Yes, that elimination against Villareal was a shame but… but Robert was still the best striker in Europe, and Thomas made sure that it was the case, and wasn’t that enough? What else should he has done to prevent this? What a terrible question was that, a question no one should ever asked themselves.

All those years, didn’t they carry any weight in Robert’s heart? Thomas had thought… How stupid was that? He had thought that with time the Polish player had got attached to Bayern… to him? But apparently all this didn’t stand a chance against… against what? More money? No, Robert wasn’t like that. Against the hope to finally win this stupid Ballon d’Or? Perhaps… probably… Against Lewy’s dream to still play at forty years old, something easier to do in a less intense league than the Bundesliga? Maybe that dreams weight much more than memories after all.

No, no vayas presumiendo, no Que me has robado el corazón Y no me queda nada más Sí, prefiero ser el perdedor Que te lo ha dado todo Y no me queda nada más No me queda nada más

At Bayern, the last game of the season his supposed to be a time for joy and celebration, the pinnacle of a successful season but today in the stadium the atmosphere is gloomy. No one talks about it but everyone knows. Thomas didn’t leaved Manuel’s side because he needed the strength of the goalkeeper calming presence. Next to them Robert was walking towards the stands. His face was livid but his expression determined. He waved at the fans and his eyes teared up and he stayed there for longs minutes, crying, a hand placed both on his heart and on the Bayern crest.

“If you care about all this, then why are you leaving !!!” Thomas was screaming these words again and again in his head, pinching his lips together to prevent himself from crying and from saying this out loud and then the pain became unbearable and he had to leave. How ironic it was! Robert was the one staying with the team, staying in the stadium, staying with the fans and Thomas was the one running away.

As soon as he was out of sight the Bavarian player started to run to hide himself in the darkest most recluse place of the stadium. There he let out a terrible, desperate, passionate scream - a scream closed to the one Achille let out when he heard the news of Patroclus death- and after this supreme effort all strength seemed to leave his body and Thomas collapsed on the floor, weeping. All the muscles in his body were tense, from his toes to his face which was deformed by the pain, making it hard for him to breathe. He was clenching his right hand on the air around his chest in a vain attempt to ease the pain of his heart. Memories, reproofs, pleas, imprecations, regrets or prayers… all these thoughts were whirling in his head. In that moment he was willing to offer everything, even his dear world cup trophy, to make Robert stay.

Ya no puedo seguir Resistiendo esa extraña sensación Que me hiela la piel Como invierno fuera de estación Tú mirada y la mía Ignorándose en una lejanía Todo pierde sentido Y es mejor el vacío que el olvido

But Thomas was strong, and after this beak down he promised himself to have more control over his feelings. The next when Robert saluted the crowd from the balcony of the city hall, he remained stoic, as cool as the statues next to him. The rest of the time he laughed and danced and screamed and told jokes as loudly and expressively as always, even more probably, to hide the fact that his heart was so cold that no amount of May’s sun could warm it up. He even found the courage to trifle a little bit with Robert and, as a joke, he offered to his teammate to take a photo of him with the Bundesliga trophy. The Polish man accepted all smile and Thomas asked himself if all this was just acting, like it was for him, or if Lewy was really leaving with a light heart. The simple fact that this supposition could exist was so hurtful and enraging that Thomas chased this thought quickly in order to keep his composure.

The Marienplatz ceremony ended both too soon and too late for the Bavarian’s taste, torn that he was between his desire to spend as much time as possible with Robert and the exhausting weight that the striker’s presence was for him.

After two hours of partying to celebrate the league title during the banquet of the team, Thomas was quite drunk, using alcohol to empty his mind and to hide his pain. It had worked for some time but now that his mental barriers were weakened by the liquor thoughts and memories field his mind again. Lewy was dancing in the middle of the crowd, more handsome than ever. Things always appear the nicest to us when we’re about to lose them, no? After a long moment of contemplation, Thomas got up and with an unsteady walk he moved through the crowd, bumping in a few persons on his way, is eyes fixed on his goal. At that moment Robert looked at him, their eyes met and for an instant they stared at each other. ‘Such incredibly beautiful eyes’ thought Thomas ‘as beautiful as the sky in winter”. But, soon his teammate looked away, the German player tried to reach him but instead he tripped on his own legs and his arms grabbed nothing but air. Robert was walking away and Thomas would have fell on the floor if not for Serge catching him.

Yo prefiero dejarte partir Que ser tu prisionero Y no vayas por ahí Diciendo ser la dueña de mis sentimientos

“Leave! Leave!!! Who wants you to stay anyway?! You’re just a selfish prick! I hate you !!!” Thomas had screamed with all his strength but Robert was already too far and the music was too loud or else he knew that, if his Polish teammate had heard him, this would have been the beginning of a fight between them. Perhaps that he would have preferred that, perhaps that it would have been better that this feeling of being invisible.

Thomas sized the first bottle of alcohol he could find, he took a large mouthful of it and then - addressing his speech to all the persons around him- he declared with a solemn tone and drunken voice: “You know what? I can play without him. I played without him for years, I won the greatest trophies of my careers without it. I can live without him, I lived the happiest years of my life without him. I don’t need him on the pitch or in my life! Plus, he is not that good, is he? Mario would have scored as much has him if the all team had played for him like we do. There is nothing special about him !!”

No, no vayas presumiendo, no Que me has robado el corazón Y no me queda nada más Sí, prefiero ser el perdedor Que te lo ha dado todo Y no me queda nada más

At that moment Thomas had believed in what he was saying but it didn’t last for long and the next morning he had to admit to himself that all this was a lie.

During one month he lived with the fear that this disastrous night may turn out be the last time he would see Robert as his teammate. The news in the press were more and more pessimistic, the relationship between the Pole and the club more and more tense.

"I want the one who has been my offensive partner for years to continue."

This was more than what Thomas has ever dared to say in the press when one of his teammates was leaving, even for Bastian, but it was also so far from what he really wanted to say.

The night after this interview Thomas had written this message on his phone: ‘Would this change something if I tell you that I need you? That I love you. And that I could do everything for you.” The message was never sent.

A few weeks later, the news was official, Robert was leaving Bayern for Barcelona.

One last training session and everything was going to be over. They all behaved extremely well that day. Robert was all smile but not too much either, witty and charming like he knew how to be and everything went really well. Thomas didn’t even cry, he had passed that point, he was just looking at Lewy hugging each player of the Bayern’s squad one by one and, in his head, he was talking to his soon to be ex-teammate saying the things that he could never say out loud: “I gave you all I had to give, I gave you everything I could give to someone. I changed the way I play for you, I changed the way I use my qualities to help you more, to make you shine more. But all this wasn’t entirely altruism, I wanted you to depends on me Iike I depended on you, I wanted to become essential to you, I wanted to create a special bond with you. I gave you everything and I don’t regret it, even now, because this is what it is to love, it’s to give without expecting anything in return.”

¿Qué más quieres de mí? Si he pasado esa prueba de tu amor.

Lewy has fallen in love with Thomas the very first day they met and yet it took him years to realize it. Knowing very way that those feelings could never bring anything good to him he fought against them. In desperation, he tried to leave Bayern but the fear of not seeing Thomas every day turned out to be greater than his fear of suffering. Four years later, it was the opposite, his heart was burned, devoured by repressed and unrequired feelings and both his mind and his body were exhausted of this situation. Leaving Bayern was the hardest decision he had ever made and the hardest to execute but it was necessary.

And the second story tittle is: Delusion and Disappointment and it's inspired by what happened after the Bayern-Leipzig game in 2020.

I'm sorry at the time I didn't knew how to register screen and to use it to make gifs so I only have those blurry pictures to show you the situation.

It was a hard match, probably an interesting game for a neutral spectator but for Robert it had been half and an hour of nightmare. He hated matches like this, those matches that would remind him of how useless he could be. They haven’t even lost but this 3-3 draw felt like a defeat to him. He was exhausted, he had fought against Upamecano and Konaté for the all game, without success. He just had one single opportunity and of course he has missed it, but not only was he unable to score or even to create chances for himself, but he was also unable to bring anything to the team, on the long balls he had lost all his aerial duels against the two Leipzig’s defenders and when he had gone to the midfield, in order to finally have a chance to touch the ball, he had been unable to turn around and make a forward pass because of the opponent’s pressing. His all body was hurting because of all the blows he has taken. As a football player that was something normal, they all play with pain here and there, this is something you have to get used to, and at the end of each game new pains appear in your body and you have to deal with them for the rest of the week. But that day it was a bit different, the Leipzig’s players hadn’t been soft with him and the euphoria of the victory wasn’t there to ease the pang.

Robert with his pride, was determine not to show to the opponent that they had succeed in hurting him (both physically and mentally), so he was walking slowly but firmly and steadily towards the referees to shake their hands, just like usual. Around him the other players were talking together or exchanging a few words with the Leipzig’s players and trainers.

From the corner of his eyes he caught sight of Thomas encouraging and congratulating Jamal. His German teammate seemed as full of energy as always. For a second, Robert asked himself how it was possible. A traitorous voice in his head answered him: “He has scored a brace, him” but Robert disagreed, Thomas was not like him, he cared about the team first and his statistics secondly, him scoring wouldn’t be enough to make him forget the disappointment of a Bayern bad game. No, his teammate was either stronger than him mentally or he was hiding his feelings, not by pride like him, but because he probably considered that it was his duty to cheer up the rest of the team.

Sometimes he wondered about who would be there to cheer up Thomas when the young man needs it, and sometimes he would also hope to be that person, which was ridiculous because he was so bad at comforting people. When his father died, several times, he had caught his mother crying alone in her kitchen, he had wanted to go to her and to speak to her but each time he had always been stopped by the same questions: What should I say? What should I do? What if I do something wrong and I make it worse? And instead of moving he had stayed where he was and watched her for long, long minutes.

Robert extended his arm to shake the sideline referee’s hand, not feeling like saying anything and he was about to move on to the next person when he was suddenly stopped by someone grabbing him from behind and putting his arms around him, there was a strange mix of strength -almost of roughness- and softness in this gesture, just enough to annihilate all ambiguity and he knew immediately who it was: Thomas.

He would never, for anything in the world, show it or worst admit it but he was glad and grateful. For the briefest instant, for less than a fraction of second, he let his body melt in the embrace and then it was over, he wouldn’t be guilty of any other moment of weakness. Thomas almost let his chin rest on Robert’s shoulder to talk to him, but for some reason he didn’t went all the way. “You’re so stupid, Robert! Your vision is so limited that you’re not even considering that we have scored two of our goals thanks to you, are you? Of course not. Think a little about that pass between Upamecano’s legs, think about the way you have created space for me on the header and stop feeling sorry for yourself!”

If anyone else in the team had talked to him like that, Lewy would have probably told them to leave him alone in a rather brutal way but Thomas had some privileges.

However, Robert was determined to remain impassive – at least externally-, while his teammate was talking, so he offered his hand to the central referee, exactly as if Thomas wasn’t here. But his teammate was the not the kind of person to be deter by so little. He circled Robert, his harm sliding around the Polish man’s torso and then resting on his stomach. Now they were standing face to face. Thomas’ stubbornness was Robert’s greatest delight and greatest torture.

Lewy immediately looked away, concentrating all his attention on the central referee. Robert then had the impression to hear his teammate sighing briefly but he convinced himself that it was in his imagination. Thomas placed his right hand on the striker’s neck, a familiar gesture between them. From time to time, during all these years they have played together, the German player would do that to him, sometimes to tease him, sometimes to encourage him, sometimes with no reason. There was nothing intimate, nothing tender in this gesture and yet there was something frighteningly pleasing in the sensation of this large, strong, slightly calloused hand on the soft skin of his neck. Frightening because it would be so easy to let himself melt in it, to let himself be hold by someone else like that and lose control.

It only lasted for a brief moment and then Thomas let go of him and started walking past him, saying: “Take care of yourself it’s not good to stay in pain.”. Robert refrained himself from smiling. “Of course, he knew, thought the polish player, of course… Thomas always knew when something was wrong with him”. Perhaps that he was too easily readable or perhaps that his teammate was too good at that. There was just one thing that Thomas would never see or understand about him because Robert himself had decided not to see or understand it.

#last apology but not least sorry for my bad english #thomas müller #robert lewandowski #müllendowski #fanfiction #my writing #unrequited love (or sort of)#angst (a bit)#fc bayern #thank you so much for the ask nana #I hope that you'll enjoy it even if... I would like to do something better for you <333 #sending you a lot of kisses #long post #important tag to add they're both two freaking idiots

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