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abyssruler · 1 year
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cupid’s chokehold
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pairing/s: cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn!reader
summary: it’s simple, really. one moment you’re laughing, the light of the sun brightening your features, and the next his heart is beating out of his chest, face warm and breaths short, an almost pleasant twist to his gut when you lean close. you look at him with fondness dancing in your eyes, and he realizes, oh, he might just be in love. or — the moment they find out they love you.
note: this is really just an excuse to write diluc being whipped, also this was supposed to include childe heizou and xiao but i lost motivation so here ya go!
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CYNO
He finds it hard to believe that you’d be so incapable of writing a simple essay. You once admitted to him how you only got accepted into the Akademiya through sheer luck, but he didn’t believe it then. The Akademiya is known for its strict rules and thorough examination of every student it takes on.
But seeing you struggling not to plagiarize an essay is truly pushing his patience. He’s not one to snap or bark out harsh words to those undeserving of it — and he can think of no one more undeserving of his wrath than you — but it is frustrating to watch you stumble even at the easiest of assignments.
“I think I’ve got it! Oh, I made a little mistake on the spelling there, but this is the one that’ll blow my professors away! Cyno, can you proofread this for me?”
He’ll tell you later that he didn’t mean it, and you’ll accept it without hesitation with an accepting smile — but right now, the searing sun made worse by the humid weather makes a short fuse even for the most patient of saints.
“If you can’t do something so simple, then I see no point in partaking in this fruitless endeavor. The Akademiya is harsh and has no room for error, you would be better off leaving than continue struggling futilely.”
He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, as if he’s belittling all your hard work and effort and telling you that you don’t belong in the Akademiya. But the damage has been done, and your hopeful look turns into shock at his outburst, retreating into yourself and quickly retracting the paper you’d been in the middle of handing out to him. Your face closes off, clutching your essay close to your chest and darting your eyes anywhere but his general direction.
“Sorry,” you say, awkward and fumbling, resolutely not meeting his eyes, “For being annoying, among other things.” Then, you rise to your feet abruptly. He can see the way your fingers are clenched tightly at your paper, tight enough to wrinkle the edges such that he knows you’ll regret later for ruining yet another paper. “I won’t bother you again.”
Your voice is uncharacteristically quiet, almost sounding choked off. You turn and give him a brief glimpse of your face, and he realizes that you’re on the verge of tears.
He catches your arm just before you can take a step forward. “Wait.”
You freeze, muscles tensing beneath his touch. He instantly releases you after he feels how uncomfortable it must have made you. The silence between you is so tangible he can almost see it permeating the air, cloying and thick and utterly unwelcome.
He parts his mouth a few times, going through every possible scenario where he says the wrong thing that pushes you to the edge and makes you hate him forever. The mere thought is enough to steal him of his breath. No, he can’t have that, can’t bear the thought of a world where you aren’t there greeting him brightly in the morning and being so shameless as you fall into step beside him despite his rank and engage him in idle chitchat. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you before, but he looks forward to that part of his day the most.
After what seems like eons of standing in silence, he finally speaks. But what comes out of his mouth isn’t the apology he rehearsed in his head.
“Why did the bike fall over?”
You turn to him with an almost incredulous look, eyes wide with unshed tears that he berates himself for. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “…Why?”
The response comes naturally to him, years of reading through his notes and making them himself has all but ingrained such information in his mind.
“Because it was two tired,” he delivers this with a straight face, tone flat and completely at odds with the nature of his joke.
You stare at him for a moment, lips parted in surprise at the sudden joke. He sees your grip on your paper loosen, shoulders relaxing, mouth twisting into something he can’t quite discern, and then—
“Pft.” It starts out small, quiet as you bring a hand to cover your mouth, before it dissolves into a full blown laugh, the kind that has your shoulders shaking and eyes closed, head tilted back and the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He’s never considered that laughs could produce such pleasant sounds, so it comes as a surprise when yours makes something in him want to lean forward to hear more. Or perhaps it’s just you.
The light from the sun bounces off your skin, making your expression all the more radiant.
And Cyno? Cyno doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a mesmerizing sight before.
You’ve never laughed at his jokes, or rather, he’s never seen fit to tell you any of them, seeing as you’ve always been so at ease around him that telling a joke was never necessary. He’ll have to rectify that, he thinks, watching the way your mouth curves up in a smile, eyes dancing with mirth as you finally meet his eyes.
And he’s suddenly struck by the thought of how much he likes seeing you like this — hair mussed from the wind, exhilaration lining your lips, breaths short from laughing too hard, and gazing at him in delight.
And maybe he’s overthinking things too much, maybe the pounding of his heart and the sudden intake of breath is a result of something else, but he wants to believe it’s because of you.
Later, he’ll come up with a proper apology, something a little less joking and a little more serious. But right now, you’re looking at him like he’s the only person in the world, and that’s all that matters.
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DILUC
The sun is particularly hot today, bordering on sweltering, but still, you insist on accompanying him in this menial task of picking grapes.
Diluc has always preferred solitude since he came of age, doing things alone and being lost in his thoughts have become things that he finds strangely pleasant, almost calming. But you’ve never been one to settle in silence, always needing to voice your thoughts and fill the room with chatter about all sorts of topics. It’s something he should dislike, all things considered due to his preference for quietness, but you, he finds, have always been an exception to what he considers the norm.
He wonders why.
“And just then, a hilichurl comes out of nowhere and starts throwing rocks at me — rocks! They have crossbows and shields and those battering things, but that one chose to use rocks to attack me! It’s like he thought I wasn’t even worth the effort!”
He idly plucks a group of ripe grapes from a vine, listening to you retell your encounter with a hilichurl that led to you discovering its camp that held a precious chest, only to open it and find nothing but cabbages. You bemoan how it was a total waste of effort, all that fighting just for a few pieces of vegetables you don’t even like.
A small, amused smile flits its way into his lips. It doesn’t escape your notice.
“So you think my suffering is funny, huh?” You narrow your eyes at him.
He turns away and briefly considers the merits of admitting to smiling, not at your plight, but at the various inflections in your tone as you regaled him with your story and the little laughs you let out when you got to a funny part and the way you looked at him with a smile so wide it crinkled the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the sun in its near-blinding intensity.
When he turns back to face you, he’s met with fingers on his lips and something small and round being pushed into his mouth. His teeth bites down into it, tender and sweet. A grape, he realizes, meeting mischievous eyes set upon a face that’s full of promises for future teasings and pranks.
The pads of your fingers are soft against his lips. His eyes wander against his will, landing on your lips twisted into a smirk, and his mind conjures an impossibly dangerous thought. Perhaps your lips would feel softer against his.
And then heat is creeping up his skin, searing red across his neck that reaches his cheeks and stops at the tips of his ears.
It’s nothing ostentatious. Not like the stories told in books where they meet each other’s eyes across the room and falter as their hearts beat as one, where they meet in the carnage of a battlefield, offering each other’s hands and knowing without a doubt that they will only ever have their backs for each other until the day they die. It’s not even one where he holds your hand and feels the way his heart leaps at the contact as he realizes what it might mean.
But this is still as meaningful, still as beautiful, suspended in time and carved in stone upon his memories until the winds of time erode it away.
A gentle breeze blows past you, and he catches the barest hint of a scent that consumes his mind and fills it with thoughts of nothing but you and your fingers lingering on his lips and how he’s never wanted to kiss a person more than he does now.
And oh, oh.
It’s a fanciful thought, but he imagines if his life were to become a book, then it should be one with an ending that intertwines with yours.
He considers that, for such a book, it would begin like this — the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Diluc Ragnvindr is in love.
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SCARAMOUCHE
If Scaramouche were the kind to think thoughts that would have him put below the pedestal he’s placed himself at, he’d think there must be something wrong with him.
“Did you really think you could have defeated those monsters all on your own? You’re lucky I was nearby, otherwise you’d be nothing but a bloody splatter on the ground.” His words are as harsh as ever, carrying that biting tone that’s labeled him unapproachable and unlikeable to most anyone — that is, most anyone who isn’t you.
He doesn’t understand you, the reasoning behind your actions and words and generally everything about you that makes you so infuriating. It grates at him, not knowing something, especially when that something pertains to you. Though why that would even matter is beyond him.
You smile at him, a sheepish little thing, utterly unrepentant and unaware of the possible consequences your actions could have brought. Not that he cares if anything happens to you. He’d just rather not deal with the trouble of handling your papers should you die under his service.
(That was, admittedly, a very weak argument that he’ll chastise himself for later. A Harbinger would have more pressing work to do than handle every paperwork about a dead subordinate. Not that the fact about him handling your papers upon your death was untrue, only that it’s only your paper among his countless other subordinates who’ve died that he’ll bother doing.)
Your mask fell off somewhere in the middle of that rather pathetic fight. It’s a breach of protocol to not be wearing your mask while on duty, but Scaramouche chooses to ignore that particular rule. He’s a Harbinger, he’s the one who decides the rules. Having to order you to go fetch your mask to put it back on would be a waste of time and effort. Much more efficient to simply speak this way, he reasons. It’s most definitely not because he wants to see your eyes and the myriad of emotions that pass through them. And even if it is, it’s only a way for him to better read your expressions and discern whether you’re lying or not. He can’t have anyone betraying him the Fatui.
“I apologize, my lord. It seems I’m still unaccustomed to my new uniform.” Your voice carries a sort of lilt to it that makes it more tolerable than most people he’s ever spoken to. It’s not a compliment, lest his mind go against him and begin creating false narratives, it’s an observation rooted in fact. The sky is blue, the stars are false, and your voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to.
He does frown at your explanation. “Unaccustomed? It’s hardly that different from your previous uniform.” He would know, of course, he spent hours watching you in it. Not that he was watching you simply for the sake of watching, no, never, he was merely criticizing your choice of color scheme and the scuff marks and dried blood that never quite went away no matter how many times you washed it. You’ve complained to him enough times about it in a way that no subordinate should to their lord, but he was in a good mood then, so he let it slide… among countless other things he let slide.
You pull at the collar of your uniform. “It’s a bit constricting. I think they may have gotten my measurements wrong—”
He scoffs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? What use would I have for a recruit who can’t even move properly because of a tight uniform?”
“Well, you did tell me not to bother you anymore with my inane concerns, so I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about this…my lord.” The last part is added almost as an afterthought. He decides to let it slide.
He does recall something along those lines, sometime when he was in a foul mood and had no patience for your presence and the contradictions it brought in his behavior. He remembers being lost and dumbfounded the next day when you turned to leave after giving your report instead of lounging on his office’s couch and telling him about your day and the gossip you recently heard. He hadn’t actually meant for you to stop talking to him, but he was too proud to say so to you, which resulted in a week of silence on both parties. It was completely unbearable, but Scaramouche would sooner cut his own head off than admit it.
“Fine. You’re allowed to speak such drivel to me again, since you clearly can’t function without any sort of assistance from me.” It’s easy to twist the situation as if you’re the one who’s been dying to talk to him normally again instead of the other way around.
You laugh beneath your breath, something bordering on a giggle — a giggle, of all things. The last time someone had the audacity to giggle in his presence was…was a long time ago. Something he won’t dwell in.
“If you insist, my lord,” you say, an almost teasing twinkle in your eyes, and Scaramouche has never been more grateful exasperated that you aren’t wearing a mask. Who do you think you are to show such an emotion like happiness in front of him?
He’ll let it slide though. Just this once.
“Let’s return to the camp. I don’t want to be seen any longer with you looking the state you are now.” He deliberately ignores the fact that people will only see the two of you together once you’re back and not at this lone clearing. You turn to place your mask back on and he lets you. Wouldn’t do much good to have others see your face and plot whatever nefarious schemes their minds will cook up, like talking to you or, gods forbid, flirting with you—
And then he stops, completely frozen in place and unable to hide that shock that bleeds through his carefully crafted mask. He’s lucky you’re standing behind him, otherwise he’d have to kill you for seeing him in such a state. Not that he believes he’ll be able to go through with it, but the thought is needed though not necessarily appreciated.
He turns to you after he’s gotten ahold of his expression, eyes scanning your features and, with an almost sickening lurch in his stomach, finds that you’re not exactly unpleasant to look at.
Your hand reaches out for his arm with worry, and he nearly reels his hand back at the sheer audacity you have for assuming he is someone who needs worrying for but—but.
He rather likes the feeling of your fingers brushing against his skin.
So he lets you close your hand around his arm and look at him with through a mask he knows harbors a concerned look behind it. He nearly laughs at the notion of someone being concerned for him, but alas, you’re such an anomaly that even he can’t bring himself to mock even the worst trait you possess.
You are truly the most vexing person he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Perhaps if you keep touching him like this, he’ll let that one slide too.
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wileys-russo · 6 months
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childhood sweethearts (1) II a.russo x reader
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this is part one to a lil multi part fic i've been working on, sequels and prequels to come
childhood sweethearts II a.russo x reader
"and you promise you'll not burn yourself out again right darling?" you sighed at the obvious concern present in your mums voice on the other end of the phone line. "yes mother i've learnt and i've grown and i'm doing all the self care things!" you cheered sarcastically, switching to hands free as you moved to stir your dinner.
"ha ha ha. i think you forget that i still know where you live and i have no issues just popping in every now and then to check on-" the older woman began to threaten as your eyes widenened.
"okay okay there's no need for that mum! i'm doing well, i promise." you responded a lot more sincerely as the woman on the other end simply hummed. "this school and my workload is a lot less intense, really! my colleagues are very friendly, my boss is approachable and i love my class. better?" you sighed as you switched off your stove and began to dish yourself up a bowl.
"and it's brought you back closer to home, my favourite part!" your mum cheered as you playfully rolled your eyes.
"yes it has however i maintain that i have boundaries mum. you, lily and harry are only welcome to visit with an invitation." you warned, half serious and half joking as you grabbed your phone and moved to the living room, sinking down into the sofa.
"yes you made that very clear, feeling very loved darling." "you know i love you ever so dearly mum but i also love my own space."
"oh god i almost forgot. you'll never guess who i ran into the other day!" your mum suddenly gasped making you chuckle, if you'd even tried guessing you could have been stuck on the phone with her for hours, your mothers social circle seemingly never ending.
it used to be a point of contention for you in your youth, hating the way you were seemingly forever pulled away to dinners or parties or barbeques, having to beg your parents to leave once it grew late in the night and your social battery had long hit its max.
as your siblings grew older they were always excused from going to these elaborate social events and you'd beg to be given that same privilege but as the youngest that was one thing you coudn't talk your way out of.
though once your dad passed you watched that break her down to nothing, seemingly just a shell of the woman she once was when he was alive and all was well.
but with time you grew to watch your mother pick herself back up slowly and start to rebuild her own support net. recconecting with her inner circle after isolating herself from the outside world for so long, it warmed your heart and was something you would forever encourage for her.
knowing that the older woman would always thrive and be at her best as a social butterfly and the hostess with the mostess, it had helped her to heal.
"if i guessed we could be here for hours and i have an island full of gorgeous single airheads and a bowl of pasta calling my name, so who did you run into?" you chuckled, shoveling in a mouthful of food as you awaited her answer.
"carol russo!" you choked at her words, spitting out the pasta you'd half chewed and breaking out into a coughing fit, scrambling for the glass of water on the coffee table.
"oh honestly i wish you'd learn to chew before you swallow, the food isn't going to disappear!" your mum scolded you as you finally caught your breath again.
"oh i'm grand mum, thank you for your concern!"
"anyway. well i've not seen her for years as you'd know and then there i was just browsing the strawberries, i needed some for a new crumble recipe i'm trying, and there she was, just grabbing a bunch of carrots!" you had to withhhold the urge to laugh at the way your mother told stories and just how animated she'd become, so fixated on the small details as she basically told you their entire conversation and coincidentally revealed her entire shopping list as she went.
"so we're all going out for a meal on thursday to catch up properly." you hummed, only half listening at this point. "that sounds nice." you mumbled, flicking through the tv.
"so you'll be there then? i said half past six since i know you're normally home from work around five." now that had you tuning back in. "wait, you what?" you directed your full attention back to the conversation.
"dinner with the russo's. half past six at paradiso, your brother and sister already said yes." your mum repeated as your stomach dropped and you fell silent. "darling did you hear me?"
"yeah i did. but look mum i have lesson planning to do and that's a school night and-" "oh y/n please! carol made such a point to ask how you've been and how much she'd love to see you. i know you and lessi drifted apart but you're both adults now darling i'm sure you can find some common ground, and the two of you used to be inseparable."
and there it was.
you could have just maybe deluded yourself into thinking that there was a slight chance the youngest russo wouldn't be present, perhaps you'd get lucky and she would be too busy off being a european football superstar.
but now you knew she'd be there the pit of worry and dread forming in your stomach only widened, quickly going from a small hole to a gaping chasm as the nerves already settled in at the thought of speaking with her after so many years apart.
"actually no you know what darling i don't care if you're an adult now, you're going. no arguments!" your mum decided, hastily excusing herself and stating she couldn't wait to see you, ending the call before you could utter another word.
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"oh god, get it together! they're just regular people and its just one dinner." you mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head as you fixed your hair in your rear view mirror for the fifth time, sinking into your seat with a long exhale.
you jumped and let out a yell of shock as someones knuckles rapped against your window, an all too familiar toothy grin shining down at you as you grabbed your bag and popped open your door.
"shortstack!" giorgio cheered, surprising you as he scooped you up into a bearhug. "well, maybe not so much anymore." he placed you back down as he looked you up and down with a beaming smile.
"hi gio." you laughed fondly, hugging him again as he squeezed you, having been just like another brother to you as you'd grown up, it seemed he hadn't changed a bit.
"still shorter than me though, and definitely shorter than lessi." the boy teased as you felt a wave of nausea wash over you as the realization once again sank in you'd be seeing her again after all these years.
"so its been years, how have you been?" the italian laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you briefly caught him up on what you were doing now as he did the same, the two of you wandering into the familiar restaurant.
"hasn't changed eh?" he chuckled as the both of you looked around, fondly recalling memories of all the dinners your combined families would have here throughout your childhood, the same owners still preserving its legacy and charm years and years later.
"hey, i was really sorry to learn about your dad. he was a good man, one of the best." the boy gently grabbed your arm and tugged you to the side a little, genuine sorrow in his eyes at the words as your lips pressed together and you nodded.
pity, you hated pity.
"thanks gio." you squeezed his shoulder with a small smile as the two of you resumed your chatter and you spotted the rest of your families already gathered together at a large table up the back, the same table you'd always sat at.
it seemed the two of you were the last to arrive as cheers erupted and you both made your rounds saying hello, without even needing to look to your right you could feel a certain blondes eyes burning holes in the side of your head, but you weren't quite ready to accept that just yet.
"sweetheart look at you! absolutely beautiful." carol beamed, pulling you into a very tight hug after you'd finished once again being lifted into the air both by mario and luca, seemingly an italian tradition as thats how it had always been for you with the men of the russo household.
"its so lovely to see you again carol, mum was delighted to have bumped into you, i know she's missed you since it all happened." you admitted softly, the older woman nodding in understanding and rubbing your back comfortingly.
though the gesture was not anything new it did send your heart racing, as you knew another russo who was fond of that exact same thing and at the seemingly simply action a million memories came crashing down onto you and your knees buckled slightly.
doing your best to shake them off you greeted your own siblings and mum, and then without anyone else to use as a buffer you found yourself having to take a seat, and of course the only seat free would be next to her.
your stomach dropped as finally you had no choice but to look at her, the girl thankfully caught up in conversation with your sister sitting across from her you found her eyes no longer gazed back at you.
it presented you with a small fleeting moment to actually take her in.
long gone was the grubby ten year old brunette who would tackle you to the ground and sit on you to paint your face with mud after she'd spent the afternoon kicking footballs at your head, now sat before you was a woman.
you knew she'd forgone her natural hair colour for the bottle blonde, in fact you'd been the very first person she told the moment she even started to consider it. you'd gone with her to the salon for her appointment, showering her with praise at her new cut and colour which she'd clearly stuck with over the years.
gone was the baby fat which once rounded out her face, her features though still soft had become more defined over time, and you couldn't help but allow your eyes the luxury of roaming her incredibly toned arms which sat on full display, likely attributed to the hours she dedicated to training every day.
she had always been strong physically, easily able to overpower you during countless wrestling matches in your early youth, or pinning you down on her bed to steal the breath from your very lungs with a searing kiss in your teenage years, forever teasing you to no end at all the ways she bettered you in strength.
sat with one leg crossed over the other you marvelled at the tight fitting dress which adorned the curvature of her body, another thing that grubby ten year old alessia would have scoffed at, forever foregoing fancy dress ups and heels for football boots and a tattered hand me down manchester united jersey.
of course over the years you'd grown up together there was changes within you both, the biggest of everything being the fact you realized you loved one another in a way best friends shouldn't, thinking about one another the way the rest of your friends spoke about liking boys.
it was how the two of you had wound up being one anothers first everything, though that was a secret reserved only for the two of you to share, and one that would take much more time than a quick dinner for you to really unpack.
so swallowing down the hard lump in your throat at the cascading emotions washing over you, you screamed at your legs to move and cleared the distance between you and her, your sisters eyes flickering toward you alerting alessia the chair beside her would no longer be vacant.
sneaking a glance up toward you she had to stop herself from gasping. much like your own observations, to alessia gone was the shy smiley ten year old she'd chased around her backyard every afternoon and sat giggling for hours with tucked away in pillow forts on rainy days, replaced instead with a well spoken and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous woman looking to her expectantly.
alessia quickly stood to her feet, wincing at the obnoxious scrape of her chair against the hard wood floor, the two of you sizing one another up clearly unsure how to proceed.
"hi." you started softly, alessia swooning at the dimples which hadn't left you over the years, your nose still scrunching slightly as it always had when you smiled.
"hey." the striker managed to force out with her own nervous smile, the two of you hesitating for a moment, clearly both ticking over if a hug was the next most appropriate step.
though right as alessia began to move closer, arms ready to envelop your shorter form, it seemed the decision had been made for both of you as servers arrived.
handing out menus and starting to take drink orders meant the two of you dropped down into your seats, refusing to look one another in the eye as you spoke to everyone and anyone but each other.
alessia ordering a glass of white wine with a grateful smile her ears perked up and a slight frown appeared on her face as you murmured to the man you were content to stick with water.
"let me guess, no drinking on a school night?" your older sister lily had mocked with a teasing grin as you rolled your eyes at her over the lip of your glass.
"oh yes your mum was telling me you're teaching now! and you've just gotten back from working abroad?" carol tuned in at that point, seated beside your sister as you nodded.
"yeah i was in australia for two years teaching, i actually only got back a few weeks ago and started a position here in a local school." you confirmed with a smile, alessia glancing toward you with a look of surprise at the new information.
“oh that’s just wonderful, I can see you’d be the most amazing teacher. what age?” carol complimented sincerely as you sent her a grateful smile, you’d definitely found the right work for you and you adored your job so you always appreciated when it was picked up on by others.
“I was teaching grade five in australia but my class here now are only second years which is a bit of a change.” you answered with a chuckle, it had definitely been an adjustment but you honestly preferred it to how things had been overseas.
"got over your fear of planes then if you made it in one piece to australia?" luca chimed in with a wink as you waved him off, having always had a paraylsing fear of aircraft it had taken a lot for you to board that final plane away from everything you knew.
but with a new adventure awaiting and having done about as much preparation as one girl could do, once you were in the air it relieved you to know it actually wasn't all that bad.
"lessi just got back from australia, well we all did actually what a place it is. and what a shame we didn't know you were living there at the time!" mario added with a regretful smile before returning to his conversation with your brother.
"yes i was sorry to see how that ended for you lessi, you played brilliantly though! lil and i watched most of the games, footy for breakfast." your mum beamed, alessia unable to not share a grin with the woman, her happiness always having been infectious just as yours was, it wasn't hard to see where you got it from.
"y/n was at the semi finals too, in person." your brother harry chimed in as your face paled, having hoped this wouldn't come up as you felt ocean blue eyes pierce into the side of your head. "you were?" alessia's voice was soft and laced with surprise, and you were sure you were the only one who had heard her as you nodded.
"our school was given a handful of tickets by one of the parents who sits on the FA board, so i went with a few other teachers. the only english woman among a huddle of australians i wasn't the most popular on the train ride home or at work that next day!" you joked, cheeks flushed slightly red at all the eyes on you, grateful once the conversation seemed to shift to another topic.
but alessia wasn't quite finished with it yet.
"i wish i'd known you were there." the blonde admitted quietly, sparing a glance toward you as you stiffened. "you scored the winner, i didn't miss that." you replied softly, messing about with your fingers and staring down at the table as alessia's wine arrived.
she downed it in one go, tapping the server and murmuring for another as he nodded and took her glass away, the blondes head buzzing with the much needed liquid confidence.
"did your friends need to explain the rules to you?" alessia smiled, her tone now much lighter as you shared a look, own lips curling upwards at what she was insinuating.
"mostly just how offside works and what the hell VAR was." you joked, seemingly relaxing a little more in your chair as alessia did the same. "i see your ever growing passion for football hasn't changed then." the older girl teased sarcastically, ring clad fingers drumming against the table.
despite it being her one true love you couldn't have cared less about the sport, the only reason you feigned any interest was not to upset her or have her feel unsupported, and so you allowed her to teach you the rules of the sport so you would appreciate every game you sat at to watch her play, and you hardly ever missed a single one.
though that also never ever stopped her from forcing you to stand between the posts as she and her brothers fired shot after shot at you.
you’d often run off after a few minutes of being hammered and your best friend would chase you down, dragging you back to the goal and demanding you try to stop at least one of her shots and she would switch with you and let you kick at her instead.
it was safe to say you never did manage to get a turn at playing striker.
"could say the same for you, champion of europe now isn't it? bit of a step up from winner of the backyard round robins one on one with your brothers." your shoulder nudged into hers slightly, setting alessias entire body on fire just from the marginal contact, something she'd not felt in years.
"seems we have a lot to catch up on then." alessia smiled, your stomach erupting into butterflies at the slight rasp of her voice, scolding yourself for such feelings as you settled again.
"well six years is quite a long time."
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though alessia was hyper aware of all of the physical changes within you, it warmed her to see there were still some things which stuck around all the same over the time you'd spent apart.
"some things don't change do they." the blonde murmured with an amused smile seeing you pick out every single tomato from your side salad, subtly moving them to an awaiting napkin as you blushed having been caught out.
growing up you’d always do the same, normally not much of a picky eater but what you didn’t like you didn’t like. thankfully for you though the blonde beside you ate like a hoover growing up with how much physical energy she exerted daily, especially in her early teen years. and would always take whatever you didn’t want, making sure her mum never noticed as you were determined not to have her think you didn’t like anything she prepared for you.
"here." alessia chuckled, reaching out to grab the small handful of tomato’s you'd collected and depositing them on her own plate, in turn dropping a few of her roast potatos onto your own in a silent exchange, shutting down your protests with a firm look.
"thanks." you smiled gratefully, conversation turning toward alessia now as everyone picked at their food. "so arsenal then less? big shift from you as a die hard united fan." your brother joked though knowing the girl as you did you didn't miss the way a small frown of discomfort flickered across her face.
but as soon as it was there it had disappeared again and she was chattering away about how happy she was with her new club, and admittedly you tuned out a little bit as your mind wandered to your lesson planning for tomorrow.
"hm?" you hummed as you heard your name, shooting back down to earth and rejoining the conversation. "head in the clouds still sweetheart!" carol teased as you laughed nervously, apologizing for your lack of focus and asking your mum to repeat herself.
"we were just saying that lessi's new place is quite close to yours." the older woman smiled with a look in her eye you didn’t like, sipping at her wine as you forced a smile. "oh is it? thats nice." you nodded, looking anywhere than at alessia who you knew was waiting for you to say something more.
though when you didn't the conversation turned once again and you exhaled slightly, however of course the conversation had shifted to what you and alessia were like as children, your mums swapping story after story which frankly sent your head into a spin.
you abruptly stood, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom as you started to feel a little overwhelmed, alessia's eyes following yours with a concerned frown. "go make sure she's okay lessi." her mum ordered, shooting down her protests with a stern look and shooing her away as the blonde sighed and got to her feet, following after you.
she hesitated on the handle for the bathroom, she was almost certain she'd had a hand in why you left the table in the first place so would her coming to check in on you even really help anything?
she mulled it over for a moment, hand still on the handle before she shook her head, deciding against it and taking a step away. though no sooner had she made up her mind was it changed for her as the door opened and you'd come striding out, smacking into the blonde whose hands grabbed at you.
though with her notoriously clumsy nature she found her footing slipped and she was sent tumbling to the floor, accidentally taking you down with her as your bum smacked against the concrete with a wince.
"fuck, i'm so sorry." alessia blurted out as her face burnt red in embarrassment, hurrying to her feet and offering you a hand up. "it's fine." you smiled politely, the blonde frowning at just how quickly you dropped her hand once you were back on your feet, attempting to step around her to return to the table.
"wait." her strong hands landed on your hips, spinning you around as your eyes widened and alessia realized her mistake, hastily snatching away her hands and stepping back, mumbling an apology.
"you said to wait?" you reminded, eyebrow raised clearly giving her the opportunity to say whatever she had intended. "oh. can we get a coffee sometime? to catch up." alessia forced out, grateful for the few glasses of wine in her system that allowed her to swallow the nerves which threatened to drown her.
"alessia-" you started and the striker could tell right away from your tone and furrowed eyebrows that you were angling for a no. she had to swallow her wounded pride at the realisation you were also the only one at the entire table who'd not called her a single nickname all night, and if she was honest you were really the only one who she wanted to.
"please." the blonde almost begged, her hand reaching out for yours again but pausing midway as you ever so slightly retreated, fingers falling dejectedly back to her side as you sighed.
"alessia i really don't know if-"
"we were best friends for a lot longer than anything else went on. i want to hear about what you've been up to, properly. not just a few awkward sentences at a dinner you clearly don't even want to be at."
you hated her for how well she knew you and could clearly still read you like a book, despite the length of time it had been since she'd even seen picked up and glanced at the cover.
"i've missed you."
and there it was, the three word confession seemingly innocent however it was enough to drive a metal spike right through your insides, and had you wishing you could curl into a ball and be swallowed up by the floor right about now.
"please? it would just be two old friends getting a coffee, catching each other up about the last six years of their lives. completely normal!" alessia tried again this time with a joking smile, desperately trying to ease the fast mounting tension arising between the two of you.
you had to respect her efforts, the taller girl rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet nervously, hands rubbing at the material of her dress desperate to try and wipe them dry, her skin soft and clammy at the sight of you in front of her again after so long.
"okay."
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freemansgirl · 7 months
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Loved the jock Amber, how about her with a nerd reader?
aww thank you, that means a lot to me! ofc, i can do jock!ambs x nerd!reader, love the brains x brawns duo we got going on here💁🏿‍♀️ pls lmk if you like this, anon ☺️
jock!amber x nerd!reader
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SFW
* when first seeing amber, you found her really attractive, even if a jock wasn’t the typical person you go for based off the rumors you hear of them or how they are portrayed in media. what started off as a small, innocent class crush turned into a very, serious crush. you always wanted to talk to her, but she was someone that had a very hard exterior to her. she could be bitchy to other classmates and always had a resting bitch face. as intimidating as she was, she found herself taking in interest in you.
* most of her teammates in the locker room would encourage amber to get with popular “hot” girls or a girl with a status to her. just the typical locker room talk but she ignored them of course. “what about that liv girl, isn’t she hot to you?” “i appreciate the suggestion but i got my eyes on someone else.”
* she always sneaks little glances at you during class, admiring how cute you look. you looked so pretty when concentrating on the class subject. she admired how smart you were too, you always had the answers to every question the teacher asked.
* she took notice of you in class when the teacher suggested a group assignment. it was the perfect opportunity for her to talk to you. amber picked you as her partner. not only were you just smart and well-spoken, but you were beautiful and kept to yourself. more things that she liked about you.
* you felt nervous because you always caught her checking you out with her rbf so the fact she picked you caught you off guard. however, amber was… surprisingly level-headed and nice, not the typical airhead, loud, and mean jock stereotype.
* the two of you exchanged numbers and always would try to make time to study after school to prepare for the group project. usually, amber would never really take time off of football practice for anyone, because she was someone who took sports seriously, but for you, she did. amber helps with grabbing whatever books you needed and would assist w the work for the group project.
* when it came to you two being group partners, amber wanted to get closer so she’d invite you over at her place.
* when she learned about your interests, she found them really cool actually. she liked hearing you ramble and get so passionate, she finds it adorable. there wasn’t any judgment whatsoever. she liked that your interests weren’t like the stereotypical, average person’s interests.
* “amber? are you there? am i boring you with my constant talking about my interests? i know they’re a bit… “nerdy” and all.” what? no. of course not, i love hearing you talk about these things.” she thinks you are the cutest nerd she has ever seen. if anything, you’re her cute nerd🤷🏿‍♀️.(she cant rlly judge you anyway considering she is a big fan for stab. shes just as much of a nerd as you.)
* when seeing you write notes for anything, she compliments your handwriting
* thinks you look cute with glasses if you wear them
* she likes to get you things related to what you like. favorite book series? already checked it out at the library. favorite movie series? buys it for movie nights at her place. video games? already installed on a console. whatever it is you like, she’ll find a way to surprise you.
* she has definitely gotten you a cute oversized onesie of a fictional character you love before, thinks you look so cute walking around her room in it.
* loves to take off and manage her time for you. if you need help w something, she is always there for you especially w studying. she also likes to go to you for any type of tutoring.
*walks you to all of your classes, hand in hand with a lot of pride in her face because she adores having you!!
* takes you home if no one can after you spend a long time studying a library or from some type of club. she doesn’t want you to walk alone hurt and unsafe.
* she likes to invite you to her football practices and to football games because she feels like seeing you support her gives her motivation to win the games.
* she always gives you one of her jackets or a hoodie of hers to provide you some sort of comfort.
* if any of her friends try to tease amber about how she has the hots for you (because usually she’s not the corny type but with you she is), she’ll lightly throw a football at them to shut them up.
* if anyone talks badly or inappropriately about you in the locker room, she’ll literally go off on them and find a way to punish them as a football captain. she’ll probably make them do hella pushups with her foot on their back or make them run around the gym a lot of times.
NSFW
* sapiosexual for sureee, i think she’d get very turned on by how smart you are. i mean how can she not be in a nerd x jock dynamic?
* so unlike the stereotypical pushy, overly sexual jock, who try to make their girlfriends give it up to them… amber is actually very gentle with you. she’d never push or force herself onto you. she’s patient and willing to wait for when you’re comfortable with her.
* likes to fuck you with her jersey on, it gives her the biggest ego boost honestly. also she likes fucking you with glasses on bc you know… glasses are sexy🤭
* during study sessions at the library, if amber is in one of her horny moods, she’d try to persuade you to go the bathroom w her and just give her a quickie. or just go there for horny moods in general
* for any shy ppl reading this, amber would love if youre shy and quiet in bed. it’s just a turn on for her and it makes her wanna fuck you even more just to draw more moans from you.
* after she wins a game, fucking you is one of her favorite ways to celebrate
* if you’re trying to study or just simply doing work at a library, amber would definitely use a sex toy vibrator on you to tease you. the more she can switch the settings, the better :)
* after a long aggravating football practice of someone pissing her off, she’d had sex too to just blow her steam. it can be at the locker rooms or at her place tbh.
* gym bathroom sex happens after you watch her work out and you get sooo turned on by how she works on her muscles. “i see you checking me out, (your name). if you want something from me, do be afraid to say what it is you want.” the something meaning sex
* shower sex
* likes to probably eat you out while you’re watching like a favorite movie of yours just to tease and to make enjoying fave movie even more fun ;)
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kekaki-cupcakes · 4 months
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Hi! Imma resend my req then cause yep.
Could I pls get Nico with a super rich pretty boy (mortal) that’s like very affectionate and looks like a airhead but just like completely changes when it comes down to business like becomes super serious? And he’s like super big in making Nico blush with lavish and thoughtful gifts or trips to compensate cause he can’t like fight monsters? Feeel free to decline!
Ps: I loved ur Connor stoll x mortal fic!
Hey <333 so this was kinda changed around a bit and also mixed with a request for Nico x Son of Eros from ages ago, so whoever asked for that, here it is!
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red roses and ghost flowers---Nico x flirty son of Eros
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-Nico doesn’t know how to react.
-First of all, touch is a big no no for him, it makes him feel claustrophobic and stuck and there’s a lot of reasons he really doesn’t like that feeling. But then you came along, and suddenly maybe if he’s outside in the open spaces and you run up and wrap your arm around his shoulder, it might just be okay. 
-You just wear the prettiest rings and give him the prettiest rings, that holding hands isn’t the worst thing. Just because of the rings. Definitely. Not because of how your knuckles sit against his the way your thumb rubs against the scars covering his palms. 
-His hands. Holy Hades, you seemed to have this obsession with doing that silly bow and pressing your lips to the back of his hand every time he saw you. 
-Which was a lot. 
-Maybe it was meant to be, or maybe it was because Nico sort of detoured a little to wander past the Eros cabin or pop into the arts and crafts center. Just to see how Annabeth was doing teaching the weaving classes, of course. Not because you were usually in the back making another little thing.
-Nico ended up with a lot of those little things. They filled an entire coffin shaped shelf in his by now, but he couldn’t exactly get rid of them. The skull shaped candle was just too on point, you must’ve found a real skull for comparison, and that was dedication Nico couldn’t just throw away. And then there was a vinyl record of an old band Maria had taken him to with Bianca. However you had found that, it must've taken a lot of time and money. It would be rude to get rid of something like that.
-Of course the bouquets were always chucked out every few days, but only when Nico had touched the soft petals with a smile too much and they’d started to shrivel.
-Nico was still convinced Hazel was the mole, running to find you every time the sunflowers or the red roses or the ghost flowers [He hated to admit that they were really cool] wilted, because then another bunch of flowers would turn up on the doorstep of the Hades cabin with a pink silk holding them together. 
-Even the Mythomagic cards you’d found stayed on the shelf, although Nico already had them. They were from you. It would be rude. And they sort of made him grin a little bit. You paid so much attention, why wouldn’t that make him grin? 
-Especially because, well, you could be paying attention to anyone else. Literally anyone. There were people clawing their way into the sparring classes you went to. Not that they had much of a reason to watch, you spent most of the time holding a sword and then blinking in confusion at the instructor, who’d given up by now. 
-Archery was a whole different story though, and Nico had to admit, he had sort of gone to watch you do that a few times. 
-On one hand, you weren't exactly bad looking, but on the other hand all he could see was Eros laughing cruelly and launching volley after volley of heart shaped arrows into Nico’s limbs in that shadowy place filled with broken statues and pillars. It was safe to say he had a bit to work through, but the fact you still ran up with a grin considering the first time Nico met you, he had a full blown panic attack and then Jason nearly bit you, he figured you couldn’t do much harm. 
-The son of Jupiter still watched your interactions carefully, but Nico had convinced him to tone down the growling part. 
-Then you’d both bonded over the fact that your dads sucked majorly, and now Nico was sort of concerned that Jason might steal his- his… his whatever you were [apart from way too pretty]
-Nico had to admit, you were really good looking. Something about the shininess of your eyes and the way your smile was so sharp had to be some sort of love god trickery, but it made his stomach fill with the souls of the departed and shadows to thicken in the corner. 
-You didn’t even mind when the grass wilted around him and the air got a bit too cold to be normal. 
-One time you even picked him up and just carried Nico princess style to the pavement that couldn’t shrivel and turn brown. That certainly helped the bad feelings inside his head take a break and admire your arms. 
-He figured when you showed up one night in your normal camp clothes and a pink bow tie to take him to the first showing of Scream 6 [Nico liked explaining how many stabs it would actually take to kill the characters], that there really was no back peddling.
-So he took the bouquet of ghost flowers from you and then held both the flowers… and your hand. 
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starneteyam · 1 year
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TEACH ME ★
🖇️ Neteyam x Omaticaya! fem! reader
🖇️ warn. SPICY ASF, tension, no smut
🕯️In which you are Neteyam’s childhood best friend, and because you trust him the most, you ask him to teach you how to kiss
A/N I LOVE TENSION. Ending kind of ass bcs I was gonna write more but it got too long
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Neteyam has been by your side ever since you could remember. He was glued to your hip, and you don’t remember a second he wasn’t there when you needed help. When the sky people came and burned down your homes, again, he was suddenly there, forcing you to get up and leave while you wailed out cries in his arms.
He was there to teach you how to hunt, as your father, former Olo’eyktan, was killed in the great battle against the Sky People many years ago. You trusted him with all your heart, and he was there to help you, always.
Which is why you expected his help again, but this time, your request was much more… intimate. You knew he had more experience than you. He had a girlfriend before, for a short while, but he broke up with you for reasons he didn’t tell you.
You didn’t care, his girlfriend was mean, anyways. You sat on a tree next to Neteyam, laughing about things that didn’t matter as you made a beaded necklace.
Your laughter quieted as you bit your lip. You were nervous to ask him, and you couldn’t quite figure out why. You opened your mouth, but the words died on your tongue. Neteyam noticed, and turned to you. “What is wrong?” He asked, hand on your arm.
You laughed nervously, swinging your feet gently. You then turned to him, face suddenly serious that is surprised him. “Neteyam, I must ask you a favor.” You said quietly. The two of you were alone, but still, you were afraid somebody could hear — maybe Eywa.
He furrowed his eyebrows, frowning as he nodded, serious as you. He was concerned. You then became shy, turning your head to the side. “Can you teach me how to… kiss?” He leaned away, eyes wide in surprise.
You looked at him, worried, and opened your mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to, but you were cut off by his laugh. “That’s it?” He laughed, relieved. You couldn’t help but smile too after seeing his.
“Yes- Yes, I can teach you. But why do you want to learn?” He asked, eyes avoiding yours as he smiled nervously. You didn’t know it because you were a big airhead, but he had the biggest crush on you since forever.
Lo’ak knew it, Kiri knew it—hell, even Tuk knew it. “I am almost of age to be chosen by a man and mate before Eywa. But I have never even held a man’s hand?” You whisper shouted, embarrassed as you buried your face into your hand.
Neteyam sighed, grabbing your hand from your face. He was just glad that it wasn’t because you liked somebody—somebody other than him. “Alright, then. Face towards me.” He instructed you, and you cleared your throat as you looked at him.
“Okay, first thing’s first. Try not to breathe through you nose.” He told you, pointing at his own. You nodded as you straightened you posture. “And, you have to- you kind of- ugh.” He groaned, finding it much harder to explain in words.
“Just copy me.” He said, giving up. His eyes searched your face, his hand sneaking to cup the side of your face. His breath hitched as he looked at you.
You were looking up at him with those doe eyes expectantly, and your face fit perfectly into his palm. “Close your eyes.” He whispered as he leaned in, and you did as told, waiting for anything.
You felt his lips on yours. It was a soft, short kiss. Your lip was between his, and your heart burned at the feeling. He was gentle, treating you as if you were glass. “Tilt your head.” He told you in a hushed tone between his kiss, his words almost slurred as he rushed to kiss you once more.
You tilted your head, and he pushed his lips harder against yours. His hands brushed down your body, before resting on your hips. Your body automatically moved, now on your knees, head tilted downwards as you cupped both sides of his face and pressed your body against his.
You kneeled between his legs, the kisses getting more intense and turning from an innocent kiss to an intense make out. You felt yourself getting lost into your feelings, forgetting why you were kissing him in the first place. He hungrily kissed you, swallowing your hitched breaths as his fingers teased your skin.
As you pushed your weight on him, he almost fell back as he supported himself against the fat branch, snapping out of it as he pulled away, chest heaving. The air filled with sound of your outrun breaths and his.
He let out a laugh. “You don’t need practice at all.” He told you, looking up at you and restraining himself from taking it any further, although he wanted to; he wanted to so bad. You looked down at him with hazed eyes and plump lips that made you so damn attractive, his nails digging into the bark as he stopped himself from smashing his lips on yours once more.
You let out a breathy laugh, happy, though you didn’t know about what. “Neteyam? Where are you?” The two of you heard a groan from under you, and you and Neteyam looked at each other, laughing.
You got off him, turning you back towards Neteyam and looked down at the person calling for him. Neteyam let out a silent breath as you finally looked away, his tail waving wildly as he recalled what just happened, his fingers brushing against his lips. God, you were so perfect.
“Lo‘ak! We are up here! We will be there in a second!” You called down to him, and he waved his arm. You looked back at Neteyam, and he quickly recollected himself and made himself seem nonchalant.
“Come, they are looking for us.” You said to him, before climbing down the tree. You laughed silently to yourself as you climbed down the tree, jumping on the grass. You giggled as you remembered the way he stole your breaths in between kisses, or the way his fingers brushed against the curve of your waist.
Lo’ak looked at you, judging you with his eyes. “Ew, what’s up with you?” To which you rolled your eyes at, purposefully hitting him with your tail. “It is none of your business.” You hissed, crossing your arms as you shuddered, feeling yourself smiling as you thought of Neteyam again. Perhaps, there’s something there that wasn’t there before.
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hqbaby · 8 months
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two — still winning
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fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
previous — masterlist — next
word count. 1.7k content. fwb, swearing
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He doesn’t care. Why would he? He’s not your boyfriend or anything. You’re just two close friends who happen to fuck sometimes. You’re a grown woman. You’re allowed to go on dates with guys… who aren’t him.
“What is wrong with yer face,” Aran says. He reaches out to touch the corners of Suna’s lips. “Smile!”
The boy just scowls at him. “What are you doing?” he says, yanking his friend’s hands away from his face. “Don’t touch me.”
Aran bursts into laughter. “Yer so serious!”
“What’s goin’ on with ya?” Osamu prods, launching himself onto the couch between the other two boys. He pokes a finger to Suna’s cheek. “Ya break up with yer girlfriend or somethin’?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“If she’s not yer girlfriend, then why don’t ya tell us her name? Doesn’t matter if we know now, does it?”
Suna sinks deeper into the cushions and groans. “Will you guys just be quiet for once?”
“Such a grump.” Osamu sighs, slumping against the couch’s arm. “Anyway, what’re we doin’ over the break?”
“Kita and I are headin’ home before trainin’ starts,” Aran says. “I miss my bed.”
The gray-haired twin hums. “I’d go home too but I got that internship comin’ up.”
A pillow lands on his face.
“Quit braggin’ ‘bout yer internship.”
“I’m not!”
As the two of them bicker, Suna takes his phone out of his pocket. He pulls up your chat and reads your last message to him.
y/n the love of my life: nah i have a date
His eyes linger on your contact name. You set it up, obviously. The two of you (read: just you) were baking a cake in his kitchen (and failing miserably because his only contribution to the effort was distracting you with memes). You had asked him to send you a video he found of a bird freaking out when its owner “disappeared” behind a blanket because you wanted to show it to Oikawa and tell him that’s what he sounded like when Iwaizumi left him alone.
“Y/N L/N?” you gasped, reading the name he had you saved as. “Is that all I am to you?”
He burst out laughing when he saw how offended you looked. “Are you seriously upset?”
“Duh!” you said. “You’ve literally been inside me. And I’m just ‘Y/N L/N’ to you?”
“That’s your name isn’t it?”
You glared at him. “I’m not letting you have any of the cake.”
“Good. I’m pretty sure I’d get food poisoning anyway.”
“Rin!”
He laughed again, holding his phone out for you to take. “Fine,” he said. “Change it to whatever you want.”
A devilish smile appeared on your face as you took the phone away and started typing. He tried to see what you were doing, but you just pulled the screen closer to you so he couldn’t look. “It’s a surprise,” you told him. “Can’t ruin it.”
“You type really slow.”
“Your dick is microscopic.”
“Hey!”
With one last look at your handiwork, you gave him back the phone. “There,” you said. “Now, it’s accurate.”
He glanced at his screen and smirked. “Gee, you got a big ego.”
“Yeah. Bigger than your dick.”
“Stop talking about my dick!”
He tries rationalizing your “date” in his head. It’s not like you’ve mentioned liking anyone, he doubts it’s anything serious. He figures that you just decided to make plans because he was supposed to have plans. That’s probably all there is to it. You’ve done this before. It’s not any different from the other times. It’s not like he cares anyway, he has no reason to.
“Where’s Atsumu?” Aran asks, pushing Osamu’s feet away as the boy tries to stick them in his face. “Thought he’d be here after his test.”
“He came home earlier to get dressed, said he was goin’ out tonight,” Osamu says, trying to get his feet in Suna’s face this time. “Dunno where he thinks he’s goin’ without us.”
“Probably has a girl.”
“Doubt it.”
“Ya never know. Some girls like an airhead.” Aran pretends to swoon, forcing himself on top of Osamu. “‘Oh, ‘Tsumu! Yer so dreamy! Have my babies!’”
The twin’s hand lands in his face, pushing him away. “Gross,” he says. “Well, if Suna can get a girlfriend, I guess ‘Tsumu can too.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Boyfriend then.”
Osamu is rewarded with a firm kick to the groin.
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“I’m tellin’ ya! It tastes great!” Atsumu insists. “Ya just haven’t tried it yet.”
Your face is a mix of both disbelief and amusement. “Uh-uh,” you say slowly, laughter threatening to spill from your lips. “I guess I’ll have to find out the next time I crave cereal with orange juice.”
“I’m serious! Don’t knock it ‘til ya try it!”
You laugh. “But why would I want to try it?”
He shakes his head and makes a faux serious face. “It’s in the pulp,” he explains, gesturing wildly as he tries to convince you that no, this is not a crazy person thing he’s saying right now. “Ya mix it in with the fiber and it just makes the flavor pop, y’know?”
The two of you burst into laughter.
The date’s been going well so far. You’d be lying if you said Atsumu’s the perfect gentleman because he isn’t. He talks while he eats and bulldozes through his meal without an effort to look proper in any way. He didn’t bring you to any of the nicer places on campus where the guys usually take girls that they want to impress, but the restaurant has its own charm. It’s cozy and warm and Atsumu talks to the owner of the place like she’s his own grandmother. He’s clearly a regular. And the food’s great too.
He’s fun to be around, you think. He’s, well, a regular boy with the usual quirks, but there’s a sweetness to him. Like you know he means well. What you see is what you get, and you don’t mind what you see at all.
“You’re on the volleyball team, right?” you ask when the conversation lulls as the two of you eat.
“Yup,” he tells you eagerly. “I plan on going to the Olympics.”
“Wow. That’s big.”
“It is. But it’s also what I’ve always wanted to do.”
You nod in understanding. “I have friends on the team. Your schedules get crazy sometimes, don’t they?”
“Yeah, they do, but we love it,” he says with a smile. “Who’re yer friends? I probably know ‘em.”
“Oikawa and Suna—I mean, I’m not really friends with Suna,” you correct yourself. “We’ve spoken a few times.”
“No kiddin’!” he exclaims. “They’re both great—just don’t tell ‘em I said that. Suna’s actually one of my best friends, went to highschool together and everythin’.”
Your eyes widen. “Seriously? What a coincidence.”
He chuckles. “Can’t believe we haven’t met before.”
You nod and smile, but you can believe it. You and Suna live in separate worlds most of the time. The only way you’re technically supposed to “know” each other is through Oikawa and you barely get involved with that part of your friend’s life anyway. It makes you wonder, though. What kind of person is Suna with his friends? Is he any different from the Suna that you know? Maybe you wouldn’t even recognize him.
The rest of the dinner goes on without a hitch and Atsumu drives you back to the dorms after.
“I had fun,” you tell him, digging into your purse for your key. “You shouldn’t have paid though. I’m the one who owes you.”
He waves it off. “Ya can always pay next time.”
The corners of your lips curl upward at the bold remark. “Next time?”
“Well, if that’s… y’know, somethin' ya wanna do,” he says sheepishly. “Would ya? Wanna do this again, I mean. Soon maybe.”
He looks at you like a little boy with hopeful eyes, an image that doesn't entirely match his rather large physique. It’s endearing. It’s sweet. And you decide that you might actually grow to like this boyish side of him a little.
“I have practice tomorrow,” you tell him. “And we have a team dinner after.”
His face falls slightly, trying to hide his disappointment. “Oh, sure. No, I get it.”
“How does coffee sound to you then?”
He lights up at that, face bursting with joy. “Sounds great,” he says. “Meet ya at the quad?”
You nod. “I’ll text you when I’m free.”
“Cool,” he says, still beaming. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” you say, reaching up to plant a kiss on his jaw. “Night, ‘Tsumu.”
“Night, Y/N.”
You unlock your door and step inside, waving at him one last time before closing the door behind you. You lean against the wall, a kaleidoscope of tiny butterflies already gathering in your stomach as you sink to the floor. It’s a new feeling. Interesting, but nice.
Buzz. Buzz.
You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone to find a text from Suna.
rin: how was the date?
you: pretty good actually
you: i’m seeing him again tmrw
rin: nice
Suna feels the urge to chuck his phone across the room. “Nice.” That was his great response. He groans, feeling like a bumbling fourteen-year-old again. He didn’t like being fourteen at all. -3/10, not an experience he’d ever recommend.
He looks down and reads your message again. You’re seeing the guy tomorrow. That’s soon. You just had your first date and you’re seeing him again. It must’ve been something special, Suna thinks, and it makes him feel sick.
His phone pings. Another text from you.
y/n the love of my life: can i come over?
He stares at your words for a while. For a moment, he’s convinced that his mind is playing tricks on him, that he’s just seeing what he wants to see. Then, he smirks, knowing that of course it’s real.
Somehow, he’s decided that, though the guy might be special, it means something that you’re going to end up in Suna’s bed anyway. He doesn’t know exactly what it means, but it means something. It means: Mystery Guy 0, Suna 1. He still comes first, he wins this time. And that’s all that matters.
It makes him feel better than it probably should, but he tries not to think about that. Not now at least.
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notes. i'm gonna let u know rn that all the characters in this series are dumb college kids w big feelings and no idea what to do w any them. today is suna's day to be oblivious to his emotions but everyone's gonna get their turn eventually 😩 (also the spice starts next chapter hihihi)
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𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
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Pairings: Ghostface!Anton x fem!Reader | Shotaro x fem!reader
Warnings: Language, Slasher!AU, Violence, Body Insecurity, Stalking, Virgin!Anton, Stoner!Shotaro, Recreational Drug Use, Cheating Implied, Catholic Imagery, Horror Elements, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), Dark fic, Inexperienced!Anton, Voyeurism, Stalking, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, CNC, Dub/Con, Dacryphilia, Degradation Kink, Impact Play, Slight Bondage, Unprotected Sex, Mask Kink, Primal Play, Knife Kink, Blood Kink, PIV, Mutual Virginity Loss, Breeding Kink, Choking, Spitting, Forced Orgasm, Forced Breeding
Read the warnings. I'm serious. I'm not responsible for your feelings about this.
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You had absolutely no excuse.
Instead of pouring your attention into the gorgeous man peppering hot kisses down the side of your mouth, your gaze is planted on the casement window over Shotaro's broad, ruddy shoulder. And while he assaults your skin with a rain of sloppy, inebriated kisses, you can't help but let your mind wander as you think: it always seemed particularly sexist, that the boys’ dorm rooms had such a vast and expansive view of the city whereas the girl's dormitory was smack bang in the city centre on the other side of the district.
Perhaps not the best thoughts to be having while your study partner (and the college plug) was desperately trying to assimilate some kind of foreplay. Tiny cars strung along the streets created arteries of the city, as if the entire grid was a sentient being. It had the power to take anyone's breath away, but, the loveable, oblivious airhead above you, was very comfortable in the knowledge that your shortness of breath was all because of him…
"Has anyone told you that you're literally so hot?” You had learned pretty early on in your collegiate career that anytime a man veneered his words with this much of a slur, the chances that he was being honest was incredibly slim... But then again, since when has honesty really been a defining male characteristic?
“Thanks, you too.” You whispered back with your eyes still firmly locked on the window. If only the city could be your lover
“I actually didn't expect you to be this kind of girl.”
Every single thing this guy said made your lady boner grow so horribly flaccid by the second. If he didn't penetrate your hymen soon you might be in dire need of artificial lubrication (which your roommate assured you was the very worst thing that could happen.)
“You just always seemed like the type to keep her head down,” Shotaro presses a surprising kiss to the very centre of your swollen lips. Your sudden influx of excitement at the action, not only leaves you partially relieved, but his hands digging firmly into the sides of your jeans is enough to reassure you that perhaps you weren't a raging asexual as you might have initially thought (and hoped).
“It isn't a bad thing, baby…" He continues to whisper as his plump lips find a particularly sensitive area behind your ear.
This was getting good…
“Just the thought that behind all that corduroy,” A kiss, “And pretentiousness," Another kiss, “And those undeniable book smarts,” His hand is cold to the touch as it slips beneath your woolen sweater, digging into your hip and wrenching an undeniable gasp from the bottom of your thoat, “I didnt think there was a nasty little slut so desperate to get fucked.”
Shotaro pulls back to admire your panting frame locked between his haphazard sheets and his exposed upper body. The sight of his red rimmed, droopy eyes and lazy smile glowing in the city’s technicolour spilling in through the window released in you, excitement and overpowered by an immediate feeling of insecurity.
“I like discovering people's secrets,” Shotaro grins before picking up his discarded jointcand taking one, long, sweltering drag. He leans down and your lips almost give way automatically, until he's blowing the smoke right into your mouth.
A groan mixes with a giggle leaves his mouth, and Shotaro presses your foreheads together before straightening back up, “I'm so hard right now,” He shakes his head before making quick work of killing the lit blunt and discarding it, somewhere in this room.
Shotaro lifts your shirt slowly, revealing the string of colourful beads dotted around your waist.
“It’s cultural,” You begin to quickly say,
“And fucking hot.” He concludes with a carnivorous grin before attaching his lips to your lower abdomen.
The air is vacuumed cleanly out of your lungs as your fingers find Shotaro hair.
He undoes your buttons while you feel the sudden inexplicable need to keep a firm eye on the open doorway leading out to the shadowy hallway. You vaguely know of a roommate yet you have no idea why Shotaro decides to keep the door open. However, the intensity in the idea of being caught spurs you both on.
If only you knew that the threat was not so hypothetical.
If only you knew that the pair of eyes you think you see lurking in the darkness is not, in fact, a mirage birthed from your overcast, sex-filled brain, but it's real.
And he sees you. And he is so undeniably disappointed in you for letting your natural instincts fall prey to such an utter predator like Shotaro. If only you knew that he saw you, even when you were seated in the very back of your Literature class. Never raising your hand but always mumbling along to a quote by Mary Shelley or Henry James, while the professor awaited the correct response from the rest of the class. Anton had always seen you, in spite of your shyness not despite it. It is from your wit alone and that narrowed look in your eye that has him tugging on his dick faster, while Shotaro begins to eat you out with fervour.
Anton nearly mewls at the thought of it being him between your thighs, wrenching those excited moans out of your pretty little throat. That throat that he would long ago have had locked in his fist while his fingers stabbed your pussy repeatedly and his lips danced against your soft, swollen, overstimulated little clit,
“Oh-fuck-” Anton blanched as his cum spurted all over his hand still stroking frantically at his cock. His mind was flooded with all the unassuming images of you he had saved on a private folder in his phone. Images of you biting your pen in a particularly boring lecture. Images of one of your braids hanging out the side of your mouth as you jotted down whatever you jotted down with such animation on your laptop. Every single fun and crazy hairstyle you wore on campus, slinking into the background thinking no one noticed but of course he did.
Of course he did.
“Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-” Ethan slapped a hand against his open mouth, ebbing away his hoarse and desperate whispers as he delved further into the shadows. His wet curls bounced as his back hit the wall.
Before he lost sight of you for whoever knows how long, Anton made sure to look at you one final time before slipping away, down the hall to his own room just as Shotaro turned his head around in apparent alarm.
“Did you hear that?”
You most certainly did hear that but for the purpose of achieving your first orgasm that was not self-inflicted you dumbly say, “Heard what?”
“It sounded like-'' Shotaro's sentence is cut short by a loud and oppressive Drake tune that cuts through the charged silence. In a matter of seconds the boy abandons your exposed vagina in search of his phone displaying a profile picture of a brunette. You were once again losing your lady boner at dramatic altitudes, especially as Shotaro began to pull a shirt over his head and fumble around the room for his shoes.
“Something really bad came up,” He says as he drops the phone and backs away towards the doorway “Could we reschedule?”
What else could you have said to that? 'Could you please penetrate my hymen first before jumping to your girlfriend’s beck and call?'
“Of course. That’s perfectly fine." Even though it most certainly was not fine and your heart is plummeting as you pull your pants up with a nagging voice in your head telling you that 'You couldn't even hold a man's attention when he was greeted with the promise of sex. How pathetic could you get? Really.'
"I don't know how comfortable I feel letting you walk the streets alone so late at night, though,” an intense discomfort comes over the boy. It looks unnatural. “Especially with all those…” Shotaro trails off and you roll your eyes before sliding off his bed.
“You can say murders," you reply.
While Shotaro stands in the centre of the room, rubbing aimlessly at the back of his neck, you can't help but feel your attraction wane with his apparent and unmistakable idiocy.
"And anyway, that's okay. I'm not exactly the target of any murderer's affections." Not even yours.
You begin to gather your things, dead set on the idea of hiding out in your dorm room for the foreseeable week until the weight of this rejection is lifted. "I'll be quick."
"No, please, I insist." He says, ushering you out into the hallway before jogging past you. You wait idly in the short corridor with your backpack slung lazily over one shoulder as you overhear Shotaro burdening you onto his roomate.
While you wait, your legs are restless as your feet shuffle underneath you. That would've been all well and good if you didn't lift your Converse to see a murky white smudge on the wooden floor. Your eyes squint to better make out the stain in such horrible lighting but you're bombarded by a new pair of footsteps and a retreating Shotaro who screams as he leaves, "I'd feel much better if Anton walked you home!"
"So Anton will walk you home." The quietest voice comes from the quiest boy you think you've ever met. A small, almost shy smile flits across his face as the front door slams shut.
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Awkwardness settles when you run the risk of what is very clearly two introverts being forced to bare each other's presence. You had been walking alongside Anton Lee for 2 blocks and not once has either of you chosen to thaw away at the silence with a refreshing joke or some sliver of lightheartedness. No…
Everything feels so particularly heavy.
"We could cut through the park," Your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears, "It's the quickest way to my building."
Anton only replies with a small imperceptible 'sure' as the trees grow more dense around you, and the near constant New York bustle begins to wane.
"I'm sorry, you had to do this," With the sound of the city centre slipping through the space around you, you're compelled to fill the silence somehow. "I'm sorry for putting you out of your way."
The very next thing to happen not only surprises you but it sets off an equally surprising spell of warmth in the pit of your stomach as Anton throws his dark haired head back in a flurry of warm-hearted chuckles.
You immediately find his smile dazzling. It's so wide and all encompassing. Big teeth, big nose and scrunched up, enjoyment-filled eyes.
"I think I might've killed Shotaro myself if he let another one of his 'study buddies' walk home alone." He looks down at you through the corner of his eye, without ever once turning his head.
Only then do you take note of the sheer size of him. You could've easily been walking down this path with one of these dense trees.
"Very surprising that so many people like him, actually." Despite waging a war with his instinctive need to feel shy and reserved Anton cannot help but feel his natural inhibitions melt when he finally has you so close beside him.
"Very surprising that you like him…"
"I don't think I like Shotaro." You begin, "Not really." You make sure to keep your gaze trained on your shoes as you shuffle down the stoney path. Around you, midnight joggers, and crazy men high on various substances wander the park like forgotten apparitions.
"Yeah, Taro doesn't seem like someone you should hangout with." You raise a questioning eyebrow up at him.
Anton backtracks and fights to string along a functioning sentence, "Uh… I-Um-just mean, from what I gathered in our shared classes together-well, you're really smart! And Taro is…"
“-A mass of brainless brawn with zero wit and zero social skills outside of getting high and fucking?" You conclude for him, only earning another laugh from Anton that has your stomach warming once again.
“Remind me why you were about to have sex with him?" Anton fought hard to stuff down his vexation as the words left his mouth but to no avail. "I know what goes on when Shotaro brings people over to ‘study’."
You notice the vehemence with which he utters those words but you choose to not respond to it.
“Well I'm catholic," You begin, as you both cut through the trees, "And as much I pray to the Holy Mother, as much as I love and respect her, I have no interest in ending up like her
“Immaculate and deified?"
“A virgin.” You are unaware that your reply has Anton's gaze snapping towards you. Silence once again grows pregnant between the two of you as you walk. You begin to regret being so candid with a complete stranger.
"Ugh- I shouldn't have said that-"
"Hey, do you wanna play tag at all?" You're caught off guard by his sudden proposal, but he makes no move in explaining further as he continues to walk coolly, his graphic shirt flapping in the wake of a gust of warm summer wind.
"What?"
"What if you ran," He shrugs, "And I tried to find you?” You can only look up at him with a questioning smile before he shakes his head furiously,
“Or not," He murmurs, his hands curling by his sides. "It's just, cardiovascular exercise might help improve your mood right now. You could run and I'd try to catch you and maybe it might help you forget but that's so stupid and I'm sorry-"
But you've already begun backing up. The park is filled with your happy giggles as you push the boy to the ground yelling "YOU'RE IT!" Before breaking off into the darkness collected amongst the trees. Your feet are set alight with motion, and your blood charges with newfound energy rolling through your arteries. This truly is the most alive you've felt in a really long time and you're quite embarrassed you hadn't thought of running by yourself.
You throw your head back, welcoming a gust of wind into your lungs. The skyscrapers peeking up from between the trees are quiet spectators.
Your eyes have begun to adjust to the darkness just as the very first spell of tiredness wash over you but you charge on, filled by excitement and that innate childhood need to 'never get caught'.
"You need to be faster than that," a voice giggles from between the trees, only spurring you further into the darkness. Your once airy, carefree laughs have grown into tired pants as you feel the weight of your backpack on your shoulder and the first strains in your thighs. Your hair whips around you like the wayward petals of dandelions as you split through a grassy clearing.
You decide to take your break with your hands locked on your knees as you frantically survey the space around you. All appears calm but the inclination that this boy is much faster than you, has you beginning your sprint again.
"Fucking, fuck exercise!" You're panting heavily now and your gait has slowed down significantly however, you're surprised that the tiredness is not the only feeling coursing through your body right now but…
"Try harder." You hear this whisper from an unidentifiable location around you. Like a madman, you begin to grow utterly unsure of what you just released.
Complete and unadulterated fear.
"H-Hey, Anton!? I don't wanna play-" You place a hand on your heart, "I don't wanna play anymo-"
But a flash of black has already attacked you from the side, tackling you into the ground and leaving you completely winded. You try to wrestle him off of you but his knees lock on the ground as he straddles you. Your movements stop when you gaze up at Anton - or who you really hoped was Anton.
"Where'd you find time to change?" You ask, bring your hand up in an attempt to paw the Ghostface mask on his hidden visage. "Jesus, Anton, this isnt funny. Haven't you seen the news?"
You're wriggling and writhing underneath him but he doesn't move. His weight is practically as concrete as that of a cinder block on top of you, and there is virtually no way you're fighting him off. It takes all of 60 seconds of futile struggling to realise something was utterly wrong.
"Fuck-" The panic expands in your lower belly, flooding your insides with fear until it inflates and pours out of your mouth.
"HELP!" You cry, "SOMEBODY! PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME- PLEASE-PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME!" You begin to cry real tears as you whip your head to the side in search of park wanderers only to find absolutely no one. The man above you quickly secures his hand over your mouth, collecting your rolling tears.
"Fuck yes…" You can hear his whispers through the mask as he lowers his head until his face is close to yours. You're quick in turning your head away from this monster on top of you but his hand on your wrist only snaps up to plug your nose shut.
Anton has your mouth and your nose covered in a horrible display of strength and danger. Your arms flail wildly around you and you're pretty sure you remember thinking the very frightening, very concrete thought that this is the moment your soul leaves this world.
But death does not open her arms to you, instead, you're furiously gasping in the fresh air that he allows you to have.
"Now I'm going to tell you one more time that yelling is allowed, baby. It's actually preferred, but, just not too loud okay?" You're nodding frantically once Anton uncovers a jagged blade from beneath the black robe. It cuts a menacing glint through the moonlight and you're only able to whine as the blade is aimed at your jugular while Anton's other hand lowers to explore the vastness of your clothed body.
"Youre gonna play my helpless victim alright-oh fuck, you're so pretty, you know that?." It's all so incredibly muffled from beneath the mask but the urgency in his tone has your legs squeezing together underneath him and your eyes squeezing shut in stark embarrassment of your actions. How absolutely sick of you to feel turned on in this very moment? Potentially more turned on then you might have been with Shotaro, in fact.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of you," the blade taps lightly at the side of your face, urging your wet eyes open only to reveal a blurry distorted image of the Ghostface above. "I'm honoured to be your first, okay?" You're only able to wail helplessly into his gloves as his other hand undoes the buttons of your cargo pants.
Anton rips your pants off like a madman, failing to hide his urgency or his jittery, maniacal movements. He doesn't even have your pants down all the way before his hand is buried in your cunt.
"I've watched enough porn to know I'm supposed to get you ready. And while raping you may be what this looks like I have no intention of leaving you unsatisfied." He words are slurred as you feel his gloved fingers enter your soaked vagina.
"You're already wet?" He remarks in complete disbelief as he uncovers his hand from the confines of your ruined panties. The Ghostface mask is lifted and discarded somewhere behind him only to reveal a painting boy with wild curls and wide eyes. He gazes at the arousal in awe, raising it up into the moonlight as he moves his fingers around it. Your breath shudders as Anton instinctively places those fingers directly in his mouth. He moans around them, before gazing down at your glistening cunt.
"I need you." He begins to plead as his voice cracks and his eyebrows curve inwards, "Please, I need you so bad." The knife is momentarily released from your throat as he sits back on his haunches. Anton rips his gloves off with his teeth before eagerly delving underneath his own robes to shove his hands down his sweatpants. You watch dazed as he jerks off above you, never once stopping his helpless cries. Cries that make the ache between your legs grow hotter and heavier, and your breathing once again picks up as you gaze up at him.
"A-Anton?" Your own voice cracks in the wake of not only your arousal but by the way you were crying your lungs out just a second ago.
"Yeah?" He asks.
"Please fuck me." He does not waste even a second more before he's shuffling off of you. Another yelp eases out of your throat as Anton pulls your hips towards his in a surprising display of strength before wrenching your legs apart. Without removing your panties any further Anton frantically uncovers his dick from inside his sweatpants. He mewls over and over again as he clenches the materials of his robe in his teeth before pistoning his cock through the folds of your virgin cunt.
You scream ruggedly into the air, exposing your throat to him as your back arches and your pussy cries out in pain. His cock rams unapologetically into your cunt as he lowers his head to your neck. He is crying, you begin to note as he fucks you relentlessly. He's fucking crying and its turning you on.
"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful." He coos in your ear, only causing another wave of arousal to lubricate your pussy. "You're so fucking pretty and I promise I'd do anything for you. I'd do anything for this. To feel your pussy around my cock like this. I'd fucking kill someone for it-"
"My fucking God, Anton!" Your throat is hoarse from all your gasping and the immense pain is yet to subside but his words bring you a pleasure you've never ever felt. A pleasure you've never been able to feel on your own.
You pull him down into a sudden kiss which he melts into, his hips rutting into yours as if his cock can't get enough of the friction. Your own pain subsides, as you lift your hips to meet his shallow strokes and you're quickly approaching euphoria. This, you realise, is the feeling you've been missing. Rubbing your cunt underneath your covers in the dead of night brought momentary pleasure but there has always been a need for more.
"I need to cum inside you, okay?" You can't say no, not when he's taken to wrapping his fist around your throat and spearing your cunt with his cock as if his very will to live depended on fucking you senseless.
"Fucking slut- tell me to cum inside you!" And then his grip loosens and he's frantically slapping at your cheeks, "Please baby. Please, my pretty, pretty girl." It's utterly deranged, his moods lifting and falling and morphing and changing. It only brings you further to the edge to be so uttericaly unsure around him. Whether he's gonna hurt you or love you.
"Please cum inside me. Oh fuck, please cum inside me!"
Anton's mouth hangs open as his thrusts become irregular. His body shakes from above you just as your insides are flooded with his warm cum. The fullness of it, has you placing a hand on your clit as you're cumming loudly around his cock, milking it for everything it's worth.
"FUCK-" You scream, completely overcome with mutlplie waves of euphoria as you stare up at him above you.
Your hooded eyes looked up at him like your personal god. Nothing feels better than what he has given you, nothing could be better than this. Anton gazes down at you with the very same reverence. His perfect little slut cumming so beautifully around his cock. It's better than he could've ever imagined.
"I wanna stay inside you forever." He whispers breathlessly before pushing a slobbering kiss to your mouth, a kiss you warmly return. "Me too." Is all you can reply.
"Was I supposed to rub your clit? I'm sorry." He says, noticing your hand has found your wet mound while his cock is still buried inside you.
He pushes your hand away to some slick off your clit causing you to face another wave of shivers.
A trail of blood runs down his fingers and he stares intently at it and then at you before he eases his cock out of your cunt and bends down to place a delicate kiss on your mound. His plump lips are painted red, your red.
"We're a team now, okay? A family."
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𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst, slight yandere, drama, alcohol
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male
𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: snow lily; prologue
𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jing yuan x m!reader x blade
How did you get caught up between your two childhood friends, who turned out to be the general and a stellaron hunter? You pinches yourself on the cheek trying to figure out how you got into this love triangle mess.
You were dozing off over piles of paperwork that you had received from the commissions. You had to be stuck with more paperwork when you only wanted to go out and get some booze, but the Divine Commission forbidden you from doing so.
"Here I thought I was the dozing one." A voice spoke, awaking you from your nap.
"...Jing Yuan…What brought you here to my office without knocking?" You grumbled as you put on your glasses.
Jing Yuan sat on your desk and leaned a little, "Can't I see my favorite person on the planet?"
"Go find someone else." You huffed, going back to work on your paperwork.
"I'll buy you booze." The white haired male smirked, knowing that will make you drop everything for booze. Of course he's right, you halt in the middle of working, giving the male a "Are you serious?" expression on your face. Jing Yuan chuckled, "Of course, under one condition."
"Eh?"
Jing Yuan turned his upper body towards you and pointed at his cheek, "Give me a kiss on the cheek, Mr. Smooch~"
You cringed at the nickname that was given to you. You were called that because you enjoyed giving your master a kiss on the cheek when you were an airhead as a damn child.
"Whatever..."
You have no choice but to kiss him on the cheek in order to get your book back. You leaned in, about to give him a kiss on the cheek, but the male quickly arms around your neck and locks his lips with yours. You were caught off guard by the sudden kiss.
"Oi." You pushed the male away with a flustered face, "W-what the hell?"
"Do you really think I only wanted a kiss on the cheek. I fool ya~" Jing Yuan stuck his tongue out.
"Idiot…" You flicked the male's forehead.
"Ouch." Jing Yuan whined before letting out a chuckle while rubbing his sore forehead. "You know, Mimi misses you, so I was hoping you'll come over to my place after work."
"Hm…I wouldn't mind, but I'm only doing this for Mimi. Can't wait to cuddle with him."
Jing Yuan pouted, "What about me? Don't you want to cuddle with me?"
"If you were a lion, then yes." You shrugged. You won't admit that he looks like a cat that wants your attention. He wants your attention on him. Jing Yuan plops down on your laps and snuggles with you like a house cat.
"Is this alright?" Jing Yuan asked. You just let out a sigh then pat the male on the head. The general let out happy noises as you moved your hand under his chin, giving it a soft stroke like you're stroking the cat's chin. It's like you're holding a lion.
"Geez, you're too old for this." you deadpanned while Jing Yuan was cuddling with you. Your assistant entered your office with some paperwork in hand, catching your attention. "Master [Y], sorry for entering without your consent, but…" The assistant paused when she noticed the General of The Cloud Knights, Jing Yuan, is sitting on your laps. The female blushed and timidly apologized and left.
"...You made my assistant misunderstand the situation. You can get off now." You sighed, but Jing Yuan's grasp was tightening around you.
"Pat me more~"
"Quit it, you're like a child." [Y] grumbled, trying to push the male off. "Get off."
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yunymphs · 7 months
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Hi love! I was wondering for a little request here: how would the adult gang (Gojo, Geto, Nanami) act around a girl who’s very academically serious and put together, but it’s also very airheaded and silly when she’s comfortable with them?
Thanks for the writings! They’re lovely!
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
♡ pairing: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem!reader (seperate) ♡ content: fluff, crack ♡ warnings: none ♡ authors note: THIS IS LITERALLY SO ME ! ! im also book smart but not really logical common sense smart i fear ! i hope u enjoyed this , thanks for requesting sweets 💌💌 this is so funny 😭😭😭 i had so much fun writing it !
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... thinks you're a no fun stick in the mud the first time he meets you. you stand stiffly in the back of the coffee shop listening to your own music without an expression on your face as you mix together his cold foam drink. after miraculously getting your number and landing a few dates with you, it's like you are an entirely different person. you aren't serious at all with him, and your cold demeanor immediately melts away when you see him these days. however, gojo still calls you prickly just to get under your skin and mess with you.
"are you giving me the silent treatment?" gojo whines, laying his head on your arm. it wasn't his fault! he had no idea you had leftovers in the fridge from last night. but when you huff, he immediately recalls the image in his head when you exhaled similarly the day you met him.
"you're kinda hot when you're all serious like this. hehe— ow!" 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔... is completely fascinated when you explain to him the significance of the romanticism era. you've always had a knack for heavily researching things that interest you, and this week it seems you have chosen paintings. his head rests on your lap as you babble about your latest interest and scroll through your phone with his occasional hums that let you know he's still listening. all of a sudden, a soft giggle escapes you and geto glances up at you. what was so funny?
"babe, look at this video," you giggle, showing him the phone and completely forgetting about your ramble on francisco goya's piece. geto sits up, a bit dumbfounded when he realizes you had been giggling over a video of a three-minute compilation of a dog chasing it's own tail. was this the same woman who spent hours researching the culture behind the romanticism era? geto only chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of your face as you loop the stupid video, completely forgetting about your rant. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎... admires your intelligence. hell, you're one smart and calculated cookie, even more so than himself sometimes. so, when he finds you cooped up at your desk, typing away furiously on your laptop, he becomes a bit curious as to what you're doing. he stands at the doorway, leaning against the frame with his suit jacket in hand. you seem to be writing something down on a notepad, gaze ever so concentrated you don't see him enter the room.
"busy with work?" he asks, watching you write something down that looks a lot like solving an equation on your notepad. you shake your head.
"what is it then?" nanami questions, a bit dumbfounded by your usual bubbly antics until you show him the paper with your notes.
"if i can manage to shoot this bullet at this angle at this projectile trajectory while considering the bullet's propulsion, gravity, and aerodynamic drag over the distance of approximately 100 yards in game while considering the initial and final velocity, i can properly blow off the enemy team and gain ten seconds for my own team to regroup and attack!" you giggle, pointing at the completed notes with calculations and illustrated graphs.
nanami's jaw goes completely slack.
"what is this for again?" your lover asks, studying your notes.
"roblox, of course!"
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hairstevington · 1 year
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Stranger Therapy
Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
Summary: Based on this text post, Steve and Eddie match on Tinder and decide to go to couple's counseling on a first date to see how long it takes the therapist (Murray) to figure them out. Link to Ao3
Word Count: 3K, check out part 2 part 3 part 4 and epilogue!
Warnings: Nothing too serious, Steve/Eddie went to high school together but don't know each other, modern day AU, aged up, brief Robin cameo, Matchmaker Murray, and my fav tag of all - gay scheming!
A/N: I'm a counselor in training currently but I don't specialize in couple's counseling so this may or may not be accurate? Idk man it's just fun and silly I love our stupid boys sm. Original post by @hxneyfarms
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It’s a match!
“Robin, it worked!” Steve shouted from the couch. She ran from the kitchen and joined him, peering over to stare at his screen.
“I told you it would! It’s funny!” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and anxiously pulled up the profile of his new match. 
“Oh, shit,” Steve said. “I remember swiping right on this guy. Didn’t think I had a shot.” He looked through the pictures. They were all candids, slightly blurry, or shots of him with his friends, but due to his distinguished look it was easy to pick him out even in a crowd. 
“Show me his bio,” Robin ordered. Steve closed out the pictures and scrolled until the bio was in full view.
Eddie, 25. Shit at bios.
“Well that’s kind of boring,” Steve said. 
“Yeah. You think he’s a bot?” Robin asked.
 “Or a catfish, maybe,” Steve mused. “Either way, I still think I should take your joke down. I don’t talk like that in real life, and people might get confused.”
Robin had convinced him earlier to change his bio and replace it with - let’s go to couple’s counseling and see how long it takes the therapist to realize we don’t know each other. Steve had been a little tipsy when he agreed, and he assumed nothing would come of it. But then, Eddie matched with him. 
“You’re thinking way too hard about this, Dingus,” Robin replied. “People write weird shit in their Tinder bios all the time.” 
“Eddie didn’t,” Steve countered. 
“Yeah, but look at him,” Robin responded. “He’s distinctive. It’s attention-grabbing in itself.”
“And I’m not?” Steve asked. Robin chuckled.
“You’re the kind of pretty where if you don’t have something witty in the bio, people will think you’re just some ignorant surface-level airhead who’s never worked a day in his life, and that’s not cute.”
“Okay, ouch,” Steve said. 
“It’s a compliment!” she insisted. “Like, you need to show that you’re witty and funny and able to poke fun at yourself, otherwise you’re going to attract the wrong kind of people.”
“And this guy’s the right kind, huh?” Steve opened one of the pictures back up - one where Eddie was passed out on the couch with a beer still in his hand. As they looked at the screen, a notification popped up. Eddie sent you a message.
“Let’s find out,” Robin said. 
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Eddie: If your bio is serious, I’m in
Steve: Wait, really?
Eddie: Yeah xD sounds fun
Eddie: You got a therapist in mind?
Steve: Honestly didn’t think I’d get this far
Eddie: Boo. 
Eddie: You’re lucky I know just the guy
Steve: Okay…
Steve: So how do we do this?
Eddie: Dude, it was YOUR idea
Steve: Ok but I’ve never done it before!
Eddie: Steve! I’m your first? <3
Steve: Yeah, yeah. I’ve never pranked a therapist before. 
Eddie: I hope you’re either rich or have really good insurance. Otherwise this is gonna be an expensive first date.
Steve: I got it covered. 
Eddie: I figured you did. I’ll call the guy in the morning and get back to you with the appointment time. 
Steve: Okay. How’s your night going by the way?
Eddie: Nope!
Eddie: That’s not part of the deal, Steve. We go into this blind or not at all.
Steve: This is insane.
Eddie: Once again, your idea. I’m excited. Are you excited?
Steve: Thrilled.
Steve: I’m still concerned about how you know the perfect guy for this.
Eddie: 😛
Eddie: Don’t worry about it.
-
“I don’t even think he’s serious,” Steve said after he recounted the entire interaction to Robin.
“I don’t know, Steve. Sounds serious to me.” 
“What if he’s like - not right in the head?” Steve wondered, reading the interaction over and over again. “Like, who is this therapist and why does he know him? Is he actually going to make an appointment? What if this whole thing crashes and burns?”
“I honestly think he plans on it crashing and burning,” Robin replied. “And then after, the both of you either hit it off and laugh about it forever, or you have an amazing failed date story to tell your friends until the end of time.”
“That’s…actually genius.” 
“I know.” 
Steve read the messages one last time, focusing on the bits where Eddie was mildly flirtatious. Steve! I’m your first? He could tell if Eddie was being condescending, or what vibe he was going to bring to this absolute insane first date. But, as Robin said, it would be a story no matter what. 
He tried to focus on that and not the anxiety that started brewing in his veins.
-
The appointment was set for two weeks later. Eddie still refused to talk to Steve other than for details on where to go and at what time, so for the whole fourteen days, Steve assumed he was being pranked right back. Eddie was messing with him, or he’d cancel, or Dr. Bauman didn’t actually exist, or he’d be murdered, or, or, or -
None of that happened. Instead, on a Tuesday afternoon, Steve pulled up to an office building about fifteen minutes from his apartment. He’d passed by it several times and never once wondered what went on inside. 
Apparently, really weird first dates.
They had decided to meet up in the parking lot and walk in together. The whole thing was crazy, but having one of them pick the other up so they could drive in together was way over what was needed to commit to the bit. 
Steve got there first. They needed to be fifteen minutes early to fill out paperwork. It was twenty minutes prior to their appointment time. 
This was weird. It felt a lot different than all the times he’d met someone for coffee. In another world, that’s how he and Eddie would have met. But no. He had to agree to this stupid thing, and now he was too far into it to back out. Jesus Christ. 
Eddie’s car pulled in a few spaces down. Steve knew it was him from the hair alone - unmistakable. He got out of his car and walked towards his date, his palms sweaty. Eddie got out of his car a moment later, eyeing Steve as he approached him and smirking. 
“What gave me away?” Eddie asked. 
“You think I wouldn’t recognize my boyfriend?” Steve snapped back, pleased at the way he was able to take Eddie off guard. 
“Touche. Well, come on, then. Let’s do this.” 
-
Before they knew it, they were sitting in a cramped waiting room, alone, filling out paperwork. It consisted of insurance information first, followed by names and some quick background questions about the “couple.” Steve began filling it out, thankful that he was still on his dad’s fancy rich-person insurance. It covered basically everything, even fucked-up couples fraud with Dr. Bauman.
“Are you not worried I’m gonna, like, steal your information or something?” Eddie asked as Steve wrote down his policy number.
“I mean…should I be?” Steve responded. 
“No,” Eddie answered with a shrug. “I gotta say, though, you’re way more trusting than I am. It’s ballsy. I like it.” 
“Uhh…” Steve was trying to concentrate on the paperwork, but the compliment was throwing him off. “Thank you, I think.” He continued filling out the paperwork.
“You’re from Hawkins?” he asked. Steve nodded, absentmindedly. “I’m from Hawkins.” This caught Steve’s attention. 
“No shit.” 
“Yeah, seriously.”
“Small world,” Steve replied before turning his attention back to the form.
“You have a cute middle name,” Eddie teased. 
“Shut up,” Steve responded. He wanted to find Eddie’s pestering annoying, but instead he found himself smirking, even giggling a little bit. This whole thing was so ridiculous. He shoved the clipboard onto Eddie’s lap. “Your turn, lover.”
“Euch,” Eddie groaned. “That is not one of our pet names, no way.” 
“Noted,” Steve chuckled. He was…kind of enjoying this way more than he expected, as weird as it was. He’d grown accustomed to a lot of even stranger things in his life, so this didn’t feel as shocking as he’d initially thought. 
“Don’t look,” Eddie said as he covered the paper.
“What? Why not?” Steve asked, confused. 
“Because not all of us are as blindly trusting, Steven,” Eddie responded. Steve shook his head and looked away. 
“Good thing we’re in therapy to work that shit out, Edward Munson.”
“You looked!” Eddie exclaimed. 
“It was right in front of me!” Steve pointed out. 
“Fair enough,” Eddie sighed. “Okay, now we gotta put down a reason for doing this.”
-
Fast forward ten minutes, Eddie and Steve were seated next to each other on a relatively small but cozy burnt orange couch. The color was ugly, but the seats were comfortable. Steve noticed the cushions had a natural dip that kept inching him closer to the person sitting on the opposite side. He figured this was certainly intentional. 
The doctor sat in front of them, reviewing the papers the pair had just filled out.
“Hello, my name is Dr. Bauman, and one day I may let you call me Murray,” he began, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. “I see here on your sheet that you’ve been feeling distant from each other, and that you’re looking to feel more connected, right? Can you tell me more about that?”
“We’re just launching right into it, huh?” Eddie asked. 
“Well, we are on a time crunch here. Your decision how you spend it,” Dr. Bauman answered. 
The man was immediately intimidating.
“Ooookay,” Steve said, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess it just feels like - like he and I don’t even know each other anymore.” Eddie stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to make it seem like he was maybe getting emotional or perhaps trying not to sneeze. 
“I see,” Dr. Bauman said, eyeing them both suspiciously. “Let’s begin with how you two met and we’ll go from there, okay?”
“We were high school sweethearts,” Eddie replied with a grin.
“Wow,” Dr. Bauman commented. “Well, it’s common for a lot of development to happen from then to now. How did you two get together?” Eddie looked to Steve, as if to say, you’re up.
“It just kinda…happened, I guess,” Steve began. “We were assigned as partners for a project and really clicked.”
“Yeah, and then we snuck around for a while. Sneaking kisses in janitor's closets and empty classrooms, you know the drill.” Steve tried not to blush at the thought of sneaking around with high school Eddie. If they were both from Hawkins, did they actually go to high school together?
“Snuck around for the thrill?” Dr. Bauman asked.
“No,” Steve responded. “I wasn’t out yet.” Eddie looked at him curiously, as if he wasn’t expecting Steve to say something so serious. He wondered if it was actually true. 
“Well, that and -” Eddie added. “- he was a popular jock and I was kind of a freak.” This time, Steve looked at Eddie curiously. Steve was a popular jock. Eddie could have assumed that, or made a lucky guess, but something told him that wasn’t the case. 
Eddie Munson. Munson. 
Oh.
Oh!
It took Steve a minute to recover from that information. They did in fact go to school together, they just had never interacted. Eddie obviously remembered, and he obviously knew that Steve didn’t. So what was the goal here? Was Steve being punked or something just so Eddie could get free therapy?
“Steve, you look a little pale there,” Dr. Bauman noticed. “Did that trigger something?”
“Yeah -” Steve croaked, now unable to look at Eddie. If he had, he would have noticed Eddie didn’t look as smug as Steve assumed he was. “Yeah, I just don’t think about high school that much anymore.”
“Why not?” the doctor asked. 
“Because, I - I’ve changed so much since then. I’m not that guy anymore, and I don’t want to be that guy.”
“Ah, I see,” he hummed. “So, Eddie fell for someone who no longer exists. I think I’m understanding the problem here. Eddie, do you feel that you’ve changed?”
Damn. This guy’s kinda good.
“Uhhh -” Eddie began. Neither of them expected this to get so serious so quickly. It didn’t even feel like it was about their imagined relationship anymore. “N-no, I don’t think I have.”
“And Steve, do you think Eddie has changed?”
Steve thought about the limited memories he had of Eddie in high school. Cocky, slightly unhinged, just as he was now. But there was something different, he just couldn’t really pinpoint what. Maybe if he’d talked to Eddie for longer than like ten minutes total in his life, he’d have a better idea. 
Then, he realized the point of this wasn’t to be serious. It was to make shit up. Steve pivoted back to the original plan. 
“Yeah, I mean -” He shifted in his seat, finding himself now thigh to thigh with Eddie, despite not meaning to be. “He’s, uh - it just feels like we don’t have anything in common anymore?” It was something he’d heard lots of couples say.
“Do you want to make this work?” Dr. Bauman asked. 
“Why else would we be here?” Eddie answered. Dr. Bauman narrowed his eyes. 
“You tell me.”
Eddie and Steve were kind of not good at this. Their story was based in truth and not very exciting. They both seemed to realize this at the same time.
“Steve slept with the dogwalker,” Eddie proclaimed. Steve scoffed, half-amused, half-offended. 
“Yeah, well you sold drugs to my mom!” he shot back. The two guys looked at each other, pretending to look angry while simultaneously wanting to laugh. 
“Woooah, there,” Dr. Bauman responded. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Do we want to begin with Steve’s infidelity or Eddie’s illegal activity?”
“That’s not gonna, like, go on record or anything, right?” Steve asked, suddenly anxious. “Like, the cops aren’t gonna show up at Eddie’s door?”
“Our door, babe,” Eddie clarified, not the least bit nervous. 
“Depends on how long ago this happened, I suppose,” Dr. Bauman answered.
“Long time ago,” Eddie said. 
“Are you still currently dealing?”
“No, I don’t even do drugs anymore. Well, like, except pot - but that’s legal now so it doesn’t really count, I think.”
“Dude,” Steve whispered. 
“You brought it up,” Eddie replied just as softly. 
“Right,” Dr. Bauman responded, taking it all in. “No report needed, then. Let’s move onto the dogwalker.” 
They continued to add to their lore as the appointment went on. At one point, Eddie even faked tears. His acting was…decent enough to avoid suspicion, thankfully. When the clock hit 1:45, their time was up, and they’d successfully managed to fool Dr. Bauman. Mission accomplished, date over. Right?
“Well, thank you so much, Dr. Bauman,” Eddie said. “I think you’ve really helped us out today.”
“Yeah, seriously,” Steve said, smiling. “We feel so much better.”
“Now hold on a minute,” Dr. Bauman said with his hands up. “There’s still a lot of work to be done, in my professional opinion.”
“There is?” Eddie asked, confused. 
“Oh, definitely. Most couples go to a minimum of four sessions, and that’s still a low average. Plus, this was only intake. I mean, unless you guys weren’t happy with the counseling I gave you today…”
It felt like a challenge, and Eddie loved challenges. Meanwhile, Steve was too awkward to come clean or tell the doctor they weren’t interested. 
They made another appointment.
-
“Well, that went pretty well, I think,” Eddie said as they left the building. 
“You knew me already?” Steve asked once they were a safe enough distance from the office and Dr. Bauman. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I just knew your name and face, man. And, like, your vibe,” Eddie answered. “Back in high school, anyway.” 
“You should have told me,” Steve said. 
“You should have remembered,” Eddie shot back. “Whatever, it was fun. Right?”
“Eddie, I have no idea what that was,” Steve replied. “We have to cancel that appointment.”
“Why? You don’t want to see me again?” Eddie grinned. Steve rolled his eyes.
“No, I - I mean, I don’t want to waste his time. That spot should go to other couples who need it. Meanwhile, we could go get coffee like normal adults.” 
“I dunno,” Eddie said, kicking a pebble in the road as they walked. “I kinda liked it. You can’t tell me you didn’t.”
It was true. Steve couldn’t say that he didn’t.
“Doesn’t matter.” Steve unlocked his car and made his way to the door. “We’re canceling.”
“He’s the one that wanted to see us again, Steve,” Eddie reminded him. 
“Yeah, because he thought we were an actual couple.” Steve was getting frustrated at Eddie’s antics, and the way he refused to back down. “I don’t know if this is gonna work, man. This has been, uh - well, it’s been weird, but I think -”
“We have to go, otherwise you’ll be charged a cancellation fee,” Eddie blurted out. It was a lie, a bold-faced lie, and yet -
“So, I’ll pay the fee. Can’t be more than the cost of a full session,” Steve figured. 
“Ugh!” Eddie groaned in frustration. “Okay, fine. Look - I’m annoying as hell, I’m a mess, I’m broke, and I could never afford someone like Dr. Bauman. I don’t know about you, but some of the things he said actually made me think and I kind of want to ask him about, like, real shit.” 
Steve stared at him blankly for a minute. 
“You - you want me to keep going to fake couple’s counseling with you so you can get actual therapy?” Steve asked, stunned. 
“I mean, you could work your shit out, too,” Eddie suggested.
“What shit? I don’t have shit,” Steve insisted. 
“Of course you do! Everyone does!” Eddie yelled. 
“You’re insane,” Steve muttered. The thing was, he wasn’t saying it out of anger. He was saying it in understanding. 
Because the thing was, Eddie had a point. Dr. Bauman was good at what he did, and Steve knew he’d never sign up for individual counseling. He already had the appointment. Eddie smirked. 
“You’re with me, aren’t you?”
Fuck.
“Fine,” Steve agreed. 
-
Notes from Dr. Bauman - 3/18
Eddie and Steve
Together since high school
Feelings of disconnect
Steve/dogwalker
Eddie/mom/drugs
Clearly lying
Clients are faking their relationship for me, for some reason. Will continue to work with them to figure out why. 
They aren’t dating…but they should be
(next chapter)
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anonymuslydumb · 4 months
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Omgggggg requests are open....😭😭
Can you do a Omen and Cypher x reader (separate) where the reader has problems concentrating on everything. Their attention span is very short and they are never serious. But what if one day the boys sees them being all serious like the reader will eat anyone who is near them. But in reality they were crying internally because their pizza fell to the ground.
Ignore if it's too much 😭😭😭. Have a nice day and thanx. 🧸🧸🧸
I got 30 minutes before 12 am so here you go. I love them to bits ❤❤
Head in the Sky, Pizza on the Floor
Cypher
He knew, there was no hiding it. But still, it puzzled him how a fallen pizza was more relevant than Brimstone scolding everyone for breaking the freezer. You liked cold drinks and frozen desserts every now and then. But maybe it's your cravings again.
"Habibi, are you alright? You're wearing your brave face." He asks concerningly, as you just nodding.
"I'm fine, Amir... Just, in deep thought. I'm not sure what to do now. I was planning on making mousse but then--."
"I know you're upset about Phoenix's pizza." Your eyes looked up to him in bewilderment, but it was no surprise.
At first, Amir had no idea what went on inside your head, but through the duration of being close he slowly caught up with your thought process. There was no psychosocial theory to explain it, but he does understand at least an inch of the miles-long psychology behind you.
Plus he saw you tear up through the cameras when Phoenix dropped the pizza.
"Are you upset--?"
"Yes I am. I just wanna grab Phoenix's face and shake it. IT WAS AS BIG AS MY HAND, AMIR!! I COULD'VE EATEN THAT!!" He blinks at your outburst before chuckling. You sulked on your seat before feeling him pat your head gently.
"There, there, habibi. It's okay. You can blame Breach for Phoenix dropping it."
"But the pizza--."
"I know... it was such a waste."
"I know... I know..."
Omen
Has no idea. But is very worried about you. He's never seen you hiss at someone before... Let alone Sage and Viper.
"Did something happen, dear?" He asks, but you only give him a pout and a huff. Yoru walks by and even if he was minding his own business, you give him the deadliest glare that you could ever make. Which confused the ever living hell out of Yoru.
"What's that look for?"
"Get out of my face, bitch." Yoru was taken aback by the sudden hostility before backing away and leaving the hall.
Yeah, there was something definitely wrong. Omen holds his hand around your shoulders before guiding you away from the common room.
"There is a darkness dwelling in you, dear. It's not good. What happened?" He asks as you just chuckle.
"Huh? No, nothing. Just a bad day. You know me, airhead, hehe." You excused yourself, but Omen was not easy to convince.. No, no, he was never easily convinced.
"Please, you're being hostile to everyone you see. That is not like you. It's very.. different. I am very concerned." He says as you roll your eyes.
"Oh, just leave it alone."
"Will it embarrass you if you told me what is bothering you?" You pause, biting your finger before nodding. He may not know what's going on up there, but he knows the basics of human decency and privacy.
When something bothers someone, they tend to close themselves off from the idea of being bothered, truly. It might be because it would cause bigger problems or it was just so... trivial.
"Is it perhaps an issue, or just something trivial?"
"Trivial? Hah! No!! It's not. Food isn't trivial!! Food is life!! And to just drop a whole circle of pizza on the floor is NOT TRIVIAL!!" You screamed before you blew a whole rant of how the sequence of events lead to a waste of a whole 24 inch pizza.
Well... He didn't expect that. But hey, steaming out negative emotions is a good thing. You won't be too upset now that you've gotten it out of your system
To a random person, it may sound like the raving of a madman.
But he listened anyway.
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abyssruler · 1 year
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don’t care what y’all think of cyno, he is one of the biggest green flags in genshin. he sticks to his principles and would treat you right, however awkward and clumsy he might be. he’s willing to listen and while he’s very scary to others, he tries his best to be softer around you. very protective and would not let any slander against you go unpunished. will remember each of your dates and anniversaries — if he has a notebook for his lame jokes, you bet he’ll have a calendar and notes for your relationship.
july x — first date went well. ate the steak but didn’t touch the carrots - doesn’t like vegetables(?), will need more evidence. looked at a rose for five seconds - need to bring roses next date. laughed at my slime joke - remember to tell more in the future. (note to self: wear blue tomorrow to match outfit colors)
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k1ttykatsu · 1 year
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SEXY DRUG-falling in reverse
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pairings:goth bakugo x black!cheerleader femreader
summary:what happens when you find comfort in your friend?
warnings:smut, smacking, spit, slight daddy kink,spanking,throatfucking praise, degradation deepthroating, eating out, virgin reader, gagging, more spit, hair pulling, choking,creampie punching, denki being a slight dick! shindo being a major dick. and obviously penetration!
word count:: 7k
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“god i hate this!”  you cry out as you sit on the bleachers. you are currently crying your little eyes out from the events that played out earlier.
you found your  bestfriend,ex bestfriend emi and your ‘ex-crush’ shindo yo making out in the locker room before cheerleading practice.
you didn’t shed a tear, you put on your brave face and don’t show any emotion through practice. you put a big smile and push through.
“fuck” you hear someone quietly mutter out. you take your teary face out of your hands with a sniffle and look up. you see a familiar blurry tall blonde dressed in all black standing in front of you.
“oh,*sniffle*, sorry” you say as you wipe your teary eyes and give him a small smile. once some tears are out of your eyes you see the familiar figure clearly.
katsuki bakugo, collage sophmore, straight A student and really fucking handsome. katsuki is in your computer science class, the two of you have been paired up for a couple of projects in the past.
a couple conversations when passing by each other through campus. but nothing too serious. you’ve always thought katsuki was cute, especially with the multiple piercings in his face, the tattoos across his body and his painted black nails that always catches your attention.
your favorite piercing was probably his tongue piercing, always peaking your interest whenever he speaks. sometimes you wish you could- “earth to airhead” you hear katsuki say as he waves his hand in front of your face.
EMBARRASSING!
you quickly shake your head and chuckle, trying to laugh off the embarrassment. you hear katsuki chuckle as he sits next to you on the bleachers, catching you off guard.
“what? don’t want me to sit by you?” he says with a snort once he sees your face. “oh my god! no katsuki, you know it’s not like that” you say as you laugh and sarcastically roll your eyes.
“okay, what’s wrong nerd?” katsuki says as he nudges your shoulder slightly making you laugh. “i don’t wanna bother you with my problems, katsuki” you whine out as you look at the man.
you see him smirk before getting closer to your face. “you're not bothering me if i asked y/n”. your face instantly heats up as you look down at the ground, trying to distract yourself.
“well…. i caught emi and shindo making out in the locker room.” you say as you frown at the man. his face stiffens as he looks at your facial expressions. “like i know we’re not dating, but it kinda hurts to know my ‘bestfriend’ would do that to me, ya’know?” katsuki nods his head as he lets out a sigh.
“but ya’ didn’t like the guy?” he asks, trying to figure out for the sake of your  his feelings. you shake your head ‘no’ and sigh. “but he was tryna get with me… emi practically forced him unto me, just for her to hook up with him… we were literally supposed to go to the halloween party together, but i can’t show my face their…i’ll be the laughing stock of the party”
katsuki’s takes in all this information and nod. he doesn’t wanna make it worse since he could obviously see you're having a hard time. “So you're really just mad at this emi girl?” katsuki knew emi, fuck the whole school knew emi….but now she’s a nobody to him.
“yea, i just thought we’re friends…” you say before looking at katsuki with  teary puffy eyes. you look so adorable to him but of course he won’t say that to your face. at least not right now.
“why don’t you hang out with me and my stupid friends tonight, they’ll be fine with it.” he says nonchalantly as he looks straight ahead to his friends walking across the football field.
you notice what he’s looking at and smile. katsuki and his friends were as tight as a stitch. they all hung out with just each other, so to be invited to hang out with them was exciting but also nerve racking.
“thank you katsuki” you say brightly as you give him a big hug. you feel his big hands slowly wrap around your short figure making you smile into his chest.
“ay! bakugou” you hear someone shout from the ground. the two of you slowly let go of each other before looking down and looking at katsuki’s friends, but much closer than they were before.
“who’s that?” the voice says, speaking again. you turn your face and completely let go of katsuki, going the other way to pick your stuff off the bleachers.
you walk back over to katsuki with a smile. “well,come on so you could introduce me,” you say as you walk down the bleachers, swaying your hips a little flirtatious as he follows behind you.
once you make it to the field you see katsuki’s friends looking at you with wide eyes. “stop fucking staring weirdos” you hear him say as he pushes you slightly. you quickly giggle and look back at the group,
“this is y/n…y/n, this is my loser friends, denki, sero, kirishima and mina” he says pointing to each of his friends. the three men wave at you making you smile but the pink haired girl comes up to you and gives you a tight hug.
“y/n, aren’t you on the cheerleading team?” mina questions as she lets go of you. you hear katsuki ‘tch’ as he rolls his eyes. “no shit sherlock, she has on the fucking uniform”
you roll your eyes before playfully hitting katsuki in his arms. “yea i am” you say with a fake smile. it’s not that you hated being in the team, it’s just all the social requirements that you have to follow for you to be one.
“so why the hell are you hanging with us? friends ditched ya? denki asks in a meek tone. your eyes snap over to his in an instant, watching his face. “why does it matter to you dickface?” you say fully with attitude. “it matters because people like you don’t hang out with people like us” he rebuttals back and you give him that point.
as a cheerleader you could only hangout with your social groups. so that means other cheerleaders and athletes. anything else was against protocol and bad for business.
FALSE!
“your right” you say as you look down to the ground. “she doesn’t have to explain herself denk’s, she’s probably tired of the rich snobby bitches.” the black haired man named sero says as he looks at you with a sad smile.
he knows…
you smile back and nod your head slightly. “doesn’t matter, she’s hanging with us now” katsuki says as he grabs your hand slowly and drags you along with him as he starts walking. all his friends follow behind him, even denki that’s now wearing a small smirk on his face.
once the group makes it to the parking lot everyone gathers together by their cars, one katsuki’s and the other one is kirishima’s. “what’s the plan?” kirishima asks as he hugs the small pinkett from the back.
“well i was thinking we go back to our dorm and just smoke, but now I have a better idea” katsuki says as he looks down at you. his friends quirk an eyebrow at him and he smirks. “let’s go back to the dorm first, i’ll tell y’all then” he states as he unlocks his car doors. katsuki opens the passenger door, letting you in before walking over to the driver's side.
“seatbelt katsuki” you state quietly once you see him about to pull out. the man rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth before putting it on quickly.
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“wow your dorm is pretty big” you say as you walk into the mini apartment. “me and kiri had to pay a little extra for this one” he says as he lays on his bed quickly. you laugh at the man and sit down on the edge of his bed cautiously.
“i don’t bite y/n” he says as he throws a pillow at your head causing you to break out into a fit of laughter. you decide to pick the pillow up and throw it back at him. “bitch” you spit out as you laugh at him.
soon after your shenanigans you hear the door open, revealing his other roommate and friends. “the party’s here” mina says as she jumps on katsuki’s bed, pushing him off.
“minaa” you say as you crack your ass up. katsuki just laying on the floor with no remarks. soon after he gets up and sits next to you on the edge of his bed.
“okay so now that everyone’s here… i was thinking we all go to that halloween party that they're throwing” he says while looking around the room to his friends. “i know we always make fun of it and shit, but i feel like we should crash it” he says directly to you.
you give him a small smile, knowing exactly why he actually wanted to crash it. “im down” denki says as he looks at his friends. a couple ‘okays’ stir across the room as you sit back and watch them discuss.
then all of a sudden they look at you, their eyes making you feel small. “how about you cheerleader?” denki says as he quirks his eyebrow with a smirk.
“let’s do it”.
“wait, what about costumes katsuki!” mina shouts as she looks around their dorm for anything she could use. you then think about all the random shit in your dorm that you could use.  “i have some stuff in my dorm that we could definitely turn into costumes.” you say as you look at the group.
“y/n ur such a lifesaver”
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“why do you have all this random shit in your room?” katsuki says as you sort through all of the random shit that clutters your room. “i just really love halloween” you say as you throw another article of clothing at the man.
“this ain’t enough?” he questions as he looks through the random things you threw at him. “one more thing, then we could go back to your place” you say as you look through your closet.
once you get the white sweater you were looking for, you grab 3 bottles of red food dye and walk over to katsuki. “okay i’m ready” you say with a sweet smile. “okay let’s roll out.”
once you make it back to katsuki’s you throw all the random objects and fabrics on the floor. everyone looks at you like ur nuts but you just smile.
“kirishima do you have white underwear….possibly clean?” you say joking with the man who starts laughing hard. “yes i do y/n” he says still laughing.
you hand mina a red piece of fabric that resembles a cape. “your gonna be captain underpants mina” you say in an overly happy tone. mina smiles hard before kissing your cheek and running in kirishima’s room.
“i have two capes if you wanna be captain underpants too?” you say yo kirishima who just laughs. “dicks too big, you’ll be able to see my bulge through the underwear.” he says plainly with no regard.” your jaw drops at the confession. “um- i- i have a superman shirt”
he grabs the shirt and examines it. “It'll be a crop top on you probably but.” “i love it” he says as he grabs the shirt and smiles before going into his room with mina as well.
“denki….since you're so tough, i brought you devil ears and a tail” you say as you hand him the minimal costume. “thanks” he says before taking it out of your hands and smirking.
you smile to yourself before looking at sero. “and you're gonna be tate langdon.” i brought a makeup pencil to do it on you….and your outfit is perfect” you say to the tall lean man.
“do whatever you gotta do boss lady” sero says as he sits down on katsuki’s bed. “what about me?” you hear him say from the corner of the room. “i’ll give it to you after i do sero’s makeup” you say with sas in your tone.
you crouch down in front of sero and quickly do his makeup, talking to him in the process.
“and….done!” you say as you look at your work. “that looks good” your hear katsuki confess making you smile wider. “thanks katsuki!, go look in the mirror sero” you say as you push the man towards his phone.
“y/n, ur an artist” sero says, making you laugh. as he walks towards the back you brought the rest of the stuff. “mkay kat’s, ur gonna be a serial killer…. and i’m gonna be a victim, so like ghost face and casey becker” you say as you hand him a fake knife.
“i just don’t have a ghost face mask” you say as you slightly frown. you see katsuki face light up, “i have one, we played a prank on mina last year, i just kept it since”
he says as he looks through his closet. revealing a ghost face mask. “oh my god!” you squeal as you pick up your ‘costume’.
“casey becker wore jeans…” he says examining the clothes that you laid out across his bed. “i said like…” you coyly say while looking at your outfit.
“you can get dressed in here since every other room is taken.” katsuki says as he pulls out a black shirt and black jeans. “kat, i was going to already silly…but i need to shower, i wanna be fresh” you say as you point to his shower.
katsuki hands you a towel and wash rag before shoving you in the bathroom.
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as you walk out the shower, you wrap your towel tightly around your body, not wanting it to suddenly come off.
you open the bathroom door and let the steam roll out into his room. “ki’ do you have any lotion?” you ask as you stand in the bathroom doorway. “yea i do” he says before getting up to hand you the lotion. you simply thank him before closing the door back.
after your dress you examine your outfit, making sure you look presentable before you come out of the bathroom. once you’ve checked you walk out of the bathroom. and into the now empty room. you quirk an eyebrow before hearing talking from outside.
“hey, i’m ready” you say as you reveal yourself to the group of people. you look around the rooms and see wonderful costumes that came from nothing.
“mina you look so good” you say as you examine the costume. “i like the touch of blood on everyone, but where did y’all get it from ?” you ask.
“the prank we played last year, we still had a pint left” katsuki says as he walks over to you. “look good” he says quietly. you look up and smile “you too” you finish before you turn away.
“we still got some, if you want some” sero says referring to the fake blood. you nod before walking up to him. “pass me a knife” you hear katsuki say randomly, confusing you. katsuki walks up to you and looks at you intensely. “don’t move” is the last thing he says before ripping a while in your white sweater.
you audibly gasp from shock. he continues to do a couple more rips and holes before stepping back. you look down and examine them. “katsuki, help her put some blood on.” you hear mina say as she leans into her boyfriend.
you see him pick up a pint of fake blood and he takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom. “can i put it on ya?” he asks for consent to rich you before he actually does.
you nod your head while your breathing picks up. katsuki walks closer to you before smearing some blood on his hands while you stand there. katsuki makes sure to put blood on the holes and rips.
he then moves down to your leg. “the handprints are to make it realistic,” he says, quickly coming up with an excuse. after that he stands up and gets closer to you. lips almost touching from him close you are as he grabs your face gently. leaving a bloody hand mark.
“all done”
your eyes meet his as he brushes his thumb against your cheek slowly. “i think they're ready.” you state quietly, not really wanting this ‘moment’ to end.
“so come on” is all he says before letting go of your face and walking out of the bathroom.
you quickly get your thoughts in check before following him.
“wow, your bloody everywhere” sero says as he looks at your almost completely covered body. “yea, wanted it to look realistic” you say as you rock on your tippy toes back and forth.
you look at katsuki who is just standing there with a mean grin on his face. “okay well..let’s get going” kirishima says as he grabs mina by the hand and walks towards the entrance.
everyone follows the couple to the campus parking lot. everyone gets in kirishima’s car and soon after he drives off.
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“fucking bitches” katsuki mutters as he gets out the car and sees three sophomores walking in the party. you laugh at him as he helps you out of the car.
once everyone’s out of the car the group makes their way to the entrance. as your walking you hear something rather unpleasant. “did you hear about shindo and emi?” some random girl says as she stand’s outside the entrance with her other friend.
you feel the tears start to well up in your eyes when suddenly you feel a hand holding you by your waist, bringing the two of you closer. “don’t think about those shit heads” he says lowly in your ear making you laugh.
once you walk into the house, your hit by the smell of alcohol and weed. it’s so strong that you think your lungs are filled with it. “smells like a pot house…. my type of partyy” sero says making all of your laugh.
as you walk through the party you see a lot of eyes on you making you fake a wider smile pretending to be unbothered. you feel katsuki grip your waist tighter and bringing you closer into him, you instantly smile and look up to him.
“thanks” you mouth to him with a smile. he looks down at you and grin. “come on” he motions his head to where his friends are residing.
you look in the living room and see white powder scattered around the table, bottles of alcohol and cups filled with who knows what around the floor.
“what do we have here?” you hear a familiar voice  speak out of nowhere. your body immediately stiffing when you hear that voice.
you turn your head and you see your ex friend emi standing with shindo. his arm wrapped around her waist as he chugs a beer down.
“oh hi emi” your voice was bland with no energy. anyone could sense the tension between you two. “who’s the..guy” her voice sounded disgusted as she said it.
shindo looks at the two of you and gives you a dirty look. “this is katsuki” you feel him squeeze your sides making you smile.
“this like your new boyfriend or something?” shindo’s drink had now been discarded on the floor and his face is as serious as it could be. “not yet” katsuki says as you and him walk pass shindo, purposely shoving his shoulder. you feel shindo immediately grab your hand, trying to pull you back. you and katsuki turn around looking him back in his face.
“don’t fucking touch me shindo” your yell out as you jerk your hand back away from him. a sinister smile now placed on shindos face as he watches you turn your head in disgust. watching you and katsuki walk back off.
“let’s go dance” you suggest once you see the crowd of people swaying their hips to the music that was blasting. “i’m not really the dancing type” he says once he sees all the sweaty teenage/pre-adult bodies on the dance floor. you roll your eyes and suck your teeth before leading him to the dance floor.
once you get there you wrap your arms around katsuki’s neck and start swaying your hips to the music. you look at katsuki’s stiff posture and laugh. “suki put your hands on my hips” you tell him as your hips stop their motion. he does what you say in an instant, putting his hands underneath your sweater and gripping onto your hips.
“mkay, now sway with my hips” you instruct as you start again. your hips instantly finding the rhythm again, but this time katsuki is following along. you feel him pull you closer to him, squeezing your hips every so often. your mind starts to get dizzy at the closeness, your heart feels like it’s palpitating out of your chest.
“kat’s,” you breath out breathlessly as you get on your tippy toes. he looks down at you and smirks. “you okay?” he asks with a nasty grin knowing that you're not okay.
“mhm” you lie as you move closer to him. you feel his hands move from your hips to the swole of your ass making you smile. “didn’t think you were the type to be so outgoing suki” you tease as you slowly roll your hips.
you hear and feel him chuckling from how close you are, he squeezes your ass making you slightly moan. “you don’t know how outgoing i could be y/n” is the last thing he says before he walks away, leaving you standing in the middle of the dance floor.
“y/n” you hear that god awful voice as you stand there making you roll your eyes. “yes shindo?” your voice was as bored as it could be, “why you sound so bothered?” he ask stupidly. “your lucky i’m not fucking ignoring you shindo” you say lowly looking around the party of katsuki.
“look i know you got a boyfriend or whatever but i miss us, and hooking up with emi was a stupid mistake” he emphasizes on the mistake part. your eyes instantly shoot to his and before you know it you feel your hand against his face.
“you hooked up with her?” your tone sounds like you can’t believe it, even though you're not surprised anymore. shindo looks down at you and you see the hand mark you visibly left on his face.
you see katsuki from around the corner rushing over to you. “your such a fucking slut y/n” how dare he call you a slut. “your the one who fucked my bestfriend dickface!” you yell at him, not caring that your making a scene.
you feel katsuki grab your waist to move you from the situation. “you ain’t nothing but a filthy whore” was the last thing you heard out of shindo's mouth before katsuki let go of your waist and punches him in the face.
shindo instantly goes down without a fight. you see kirishima’s and the rest of the group rushing out of the house,making you and katsuki follow. once you make it to the car all of you are out of breath and laughing.
“katsuki, you don’t have to do that” you say as you smack his chest. he laughs before bringing his hand to your chin, lifting your head slightly.
“don’t be mad at me babe” he whispers in your ear making your ears and cheeks heat up. “me and mina going back to her dorm, and denki and sero going to theirs, what are the two of you doing?” kirishima asks you and katsuki.
“we’re going back to the dorm” he says plainly, shocking you. “we are?” your voice was small and barely heard. “yea let’s go” he says before gently shoving you in the back of the car.
the two of you going to the very back of the car and wait for everyone else to pack up in the car. “you were very brave y/n” katsuki says in a hush voice as he gets closer to you. next thing you know you feel a pair of soft plump lips against yours, catching you off guard you pull back on instinct.
your eyes widen as you look at katsuki. his eyes filled with worry before he awkwardly chuckles “m’ sorry shouldn’t have done-” your lips cut him off as you bring him in for a kiss.
his hands instantly going to your waist as he leans against you, forcing you to lean back. “kat’s” you whisper against his mouth during the bruising kiss. “what’s wrong babe?” he questions as he pulls back. you hide your face in your hands before liking back at him.
“v’ never gotten far” you express in a hush tone not wanting his friends to hear the conversation. katsuki looks down at you before laughing loudly.
“yer’ too pretty to be a virgin y/n” he says before thinking, his eyes widened before he scrambles to fix his words. “i mean you're so pretty that every guy would want to jump in those pretty panties,” he explains while stroking your cheek.
“it’s not that i can’t katsuki, i just was waiting on the right person.” he nods his head before sitting back. a couple minutes go by before he speaks again.
“am i the right person?” his voice was just above a whisper. you chuckle a bit before leaning over towards him. your plump lips ghosting over his, “yeah” you whisper before engulfing him into another kiss.
this once felt deeper than the last two, it felt more sensual between you two. your hands wrapping themselves into his hair as you straddle him. his hands squeezing your hips causing you to moan in his mouth.
“horndogs we’re here” kiri says in a playful tone. you abruptly let go of his hair and slide off his lap. “sorry” you apologize while getting out of the car feeling more embarrassed than you ever have before. katsuki on the hand was just as smug as ever, smirking to his friends as he stood beside you gripping your waist tightly.
“fuckin losers, see you whenever” he states before turning the opposite way, walking to the dorms. before you got too far you waved at your new friends and thanked them for the night.
he grips your ass in his palm as you walk the short distance to the dorm rooms.
once you make it to the dorm katsuki unlocks the room the fastest he’s ever had before. once you're in and he locks it he grabs your hand and leads you to his room where his hands are instantly on your body and his lips are against yours.
“be a good girl for me and sit on the bed” you follow his instructions and sit on the edge of the bed, anticipating the best night of your life. “where you going?” your voice as you see him walk out the room.
he doesn’t answer, but he comes back a few seconds later with nothing in his hands. “what happened?” you ask as you stand up walking towards him.
he grabs your hands and leads you back over to the bed. as the both of you sit, he asks you a question. “you sure you wanna’ do this?”
you kiss him for what feels like the millionth time today. “i need you katsuki” you say as your lips lead down his neck, making him groan slightly. “shit babe” he groans out as your hands move around his groin occasionally squeezing at it softly.
“i’ve liked you for a while katsuki, just too scared to say anything” you whisper against his ear making his eyes roll back.
katsuki soon realizes what you're doing and he’s not having it. “uh, uh, get on the floor y/n” his tone was now rough and aggressive. “kat’s-” you were cut off by the force of katsuki shoving you gently to the ground.
“you ever sucked cock before pretty girl?” you shake your head no as your eyes widen. “do you want to?” his hands caresses your face as you nod your head.
“take it out” his voice sounded mean and demanding so you did what he said. your hands unbutton his jeans and zip them down before pulling them down, with the help of him. as he sits in his calvin klein boxer briefs your nerves hits you like a train.
“are you gonna teach me kat’s?” your voice is as sweet as candy. he looks down at those big doe eyes of yours and smirks. “of course baby” and with that your hands pull down his boxers leaving you with no more layers to keep you from him.
his fully erect cock sits up with pre-cum dripping from the pink mushroom tip. his size was unbelievable as you examine it. “i know it’s big baby, but it isn’t gonna suck itself.” his voice taunting you as you look up at him. “well i don’t even know how to suck it asshole”
suddenly a smack is placed against your face catching you off guard. tears brim your eyes as you touch your face. “watch your tone” he reminds you as you suck up your tears, not wanting them to fall.
but as you collect yourself you feel your panties getting wetter. “can you teach me how daddy?” your voice was pleasing to him so he cooperated.
“lick the tip” you do as you're told and lick it, the sweet but salty taste hitting your tastebuds making your crave more. you feel katsuki shudder above you making you smile. “good girl, now lick the whole thing.” he tells you.
after you follow his instructions you decide you could figure this out yourself, wanting to surprise and please the man you’ve been crushing on all semester. you engulf his whole cock in your mouth catching him off guard. his hand instantly finds your head as you bob up and down against his cock.
“sh-shit babe, so fucking good” his hands guiding you as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. suddenly you don’t feel your head moving up anymore, his hand forcing you to stay down as he fucks up into your mouth making your gag against him.
“that’s fucking right baby, gagging on my cock like a good whore should” he slurs out as he gets caught up from the euphoria your mouth is giving him.
once he lets go of your head you pop up instantly, choking against the spit and pre lodged  in your mouth.  “yer’ doin such a good job baby” katsuki slurs out as he jerks his cock up and down, waiting for your mouth to return. you cough a bit more before taking off your sweater leaving you in just your bra and small shorts.  before returning back to his cock.
your jerk his cock like you just saw him do making his eyes roll back before moaning out your name once your mouth is back in his dick. “love this fuckin mouth” he states as he smacks your cheek that has his cock bulging against it.
you deepthroat him again, waiting for him to fuckup into your throat again. and once he does, the sound of gagging and spit is heard throughout the room. tears brimming at your lash line as he goes harder.
“fuck i’m cumming” he whines out before you feel him burst into your mouth, cum flooding your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, keeping you steady as he releases himself. once he’s done you feel him lift your head. “swallow that shit” he says as he sees you with a mouth full of his cum.
“good fucking girl” he chuckles out as he watches you swallow his cum. he looks at you intensively, looking at the cum and spit around your chin, neck and breast. he realizes he was the first guy to ever see you like this, and he wants to make sure he’s the last.
you watch as his hands glides against your chest, dragging the left over spit against it. “c’mere babe” he says as he lets go of you. you quickly stand up and notice how close the two of you were.
“lay on the bed” he directs you towards the bed as he takes off his shirt and throws it anywhere. you lay on the bed anticipating on what’s to happen next.
you watch him climb over you, lust deep inside his eyes as he pulls your shorts off your legs. “what’s next?” you ask him as your legs squeeze together, trying to feel something to ease the feeling of need between your legs.
“m’ eating you out” was all he said before pulling pretty pink panties down. katsuki gasps when he sees the big wet spot on your panties. “all this because of me?” his tone was taunting as he throws your panties anywhere around the room.
“no, airhead” you bark back at him making him chuckle and smile. smack! another harsh one landed across your face as moan escapes your mouth. “you like being slapped around?” you whine as your need starts to take over. “please suki, need to feel you” squeezing your legs together did nothing to help the growing need between your legs.
katsuki positions himself so that he’s in between your legs, face to face with your clothed cunt. he sees the outline of your lips being suffocated by the fabric (fat pumpum)  thirsting after you more and more. his tongue sticks out his warm mouth before it’s licking the wet fabric making you shiver at the sudden action.
“i forgot how jumpy virgins are” katsuki laughs to himself as he reminisces in your taste. “and i forgot how much of a cocky bastard you are.”
Katsuki stops in his tracks once he hears your comment. “well you just sucked’ off this cocky bastard, so what’s your point?” he questions before biting down on the crotch of your drenched panties. your body jolts and you let out a loud moan letting him know that you like what he’s doing.
he stands on his knees before bending down slightly, hands attached to your hips as he glides your underwear down your legs slowly, watching the sticky string that attached your pretty pussy and those pretty pink panties.
“shit” he groans out as he places the underwear next to your body. he bends back down before getting face to face with your cunt. you look down at him before feeling his tongue sliding through your slit.
“fuck!” you moan out as he gets deeper and deeper, your hands shooting to his blonde locks, pulling on them slightly as you moan into the air. “kats,” you pant out as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
you feel him pull back before the sound of spit is heard and you feel it dripping down your pussy. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen babe” he says before diving back in.
you feel your climax approaching fast. you wrap your legs around katsuki’s head making him moan into your pussy. “m’ gonna cum ki!” you scream out as he sucks on your clit harshly.
you feel your muscles tighten and your hands grips his hair harder, your vision blacks out as you let out a loud pleasurable moan. your orgasm taking over your whole body as you feel weightless from it.
your body relaxes into the soft comforter below you. a small smile against your lips as you feel him come up to your face. placing a long loving kiss against your lips, instantly tasting yourself in his lips.
you feel his hand reach down to your back and unclipping your bra watching it fall down your arms. “so fuckin’ gorgeous” he slurs out as he watched you sit shyly on his bed.
“are you sure you wanna do this?” his tone was genuine and sincere. you grab his face in your hands placing a quick peck to his lips before responding “m’ sure ki, want you now” you whine against his lips making him smile against yours.
“lay down,babe” his voice was as smooth as butter for him to be commanding. you do as your gold paying against the soft sheets once again.
he climbs over you, face hovering over yours. his gold chain dangling in front of your face. his piercings shining through the dim light putting a smile on his face.
you see him spit on his hand before grabbing his cock. as he strokes his cock you decide to tease him. “please hurry ki need your cock inside me” you whine into the air making him shudder over a stroke. “such a pretty thing, but a filthy mouth”
he says as he lays a smack onto your face. you feel the slick of his spit and pre-cum on your cheek. “but you like it, don’t you ki?” your voice feigns innocence as you look at him with them big doe eyes of yours.
“of course i do babe” he says before bending down and spitting on your puffy pussy, watching it drip down onto his sheets. he slides the tip up and down through folds catching your juices with every stroke.
“please ki” your whines sound like music to his ears. “whatever you want babe.” he was already pussy drunk from just the tip, he wonders how the whole thing would make him feel. “ ts’ gonna feel weird at first babe, but ima make you feel good, promise” he says before slowly pushing in.
you wince a bit before stopping him. needing time to prepare. you feel him stretching you out. “shit kat’s, sooo big!” you exclaim as he pushes inside of you. “probably shouldn’t have taken a big one for your first time sweetheart.” he groans out slightly laughing.
“so tight sweetheart” he moans out as he pushes in more, bottoming out inside of you completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head once you feel him completely inside of you.
“so deep katsu” you whisper as his thrust starts to pick up, he immediately finds your g-spot hitting it continuously. “please kat’s!” you moan out, making him chuckle. “i’m already fucking yiu babe, what lord do you want?”
you moan again, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. his eyes roll back as a deep groan comes from him. suddenly you feel a heavy hand wrap around your throat, cutting off some air from your airways.
his thrusts get deeper to the point that he’s pounding inside of you. “turn over” he growls out as he lets go of your neck and pulls his dick from inside you.
you whine at the empty feeling but turn over asap. ass in the air and face down as you arch your back. “atta girl, such a whore” he says as he places a loud smack to your ass. you lowly whine as you wiggle your ass in his face.
“beautiful view.” he says as you feel the tip of his coco prodding at your entrance. once he’s fully in his thrust starts aggressive like he never stopped.
“m’ close kat’s” you moan out into his sheets, slobber running out your mouth. his hands fund their way into your hair pulling you up by it roughly. “don’t go cumming without me sweetheart” he says in your ear as his sultry tone sends shivers down your spine.
you clench down onto him making him slap your ass again as he pounds you into the mattress.
after a couple more minutes you feel him speed up in his thrust signaling that he’s close. you take the opportunity to fuck back into hik catching him completely off gaurd.
“shit, m’ gonna cum babe, cum with me y/n” his voice was commanding as his hips jackhammers into yours. “m cumin ki” you squeal into the air as you clench down on the man’s cock signaling that you're cuming.
“clenching me so hard babe!” he whines out as he gets a couple more thrust into you before groaning into your ear. “can i cum in you baby?” you nod your head yes feeling overstimulated as he thrust into your exhausted body.
“m’ cumming, shit i’m cuming for you” he whines as you feel him explode into you. his hot cum filling you up as you moan into the sheets.
after the two of your orgasms pass katsuki lays next to you, coddling your naked body with his. “thank you ki, felt so good” you whisper in his ear making him blush. “you did so well babe”
you feel katsuki feel around the bed a bit before pulling out his phone. he unlocks it and goes to the camera icon taking a few flicks of the two of you before taking a live photo of the two of you kissing, making you laugh after.
you watch as he sets the live photo to his screensaver, watching it over and over before saving it and turning off his phone. “so corny katsuki.”
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cheerleading practice is finally over as you see katsuki and the rest of your friends (bakusquad) sitting in the bleachers waiting for you to finish practice.
as you walk to the bleachers you see shindo and emmi arguing on the field. shindo going on about them being a mistake while emmi cries.
KARMA
once shindo sees you he nogga over to you quickly making katsuki shoot off the bleachers. “hey y/n, i’m really sorry about everything, i don’t even love emmi.”
“and i don’t love you, i love him” you exclaim once katsuki makes it to you. he wraps his arms around your waist while waiting for shindo to say something.
“love you more sweetheart” katsuki responds as he kisses your forehead leaving shindo looking dumbfounded.
“she’s such a pretty whore”
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strawberryvmp · 2 years
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Idiot Lipstick!
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Chapter 3: Dumb potato
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Pairing:Eddie Munson x Shy Bimbo Reader
☆Tags: Reader been dumb and sensitive, Soft Boi Eddie, Bossy/Asshole Best Friend, Toxic friendship,Insults, Name calling, Wholesome dad
((☆This story takes place before the whole events of the shows actually begin. Also this story is Plus-sized friendly and POC friendly!Have fun reading beautiful people!
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         You kept speeding out of the forest and saw your friend waiting by her car with her arms folded over her chest. You slowed down in front of her and caught your breath. "God you took forever!" She sighed heavily. "So! Did you get the stuff?" She smiled widely. "Wait what stuff?" You gave her a confused look.  Due to your short attention span and also a little bit of memory problems. You literally forgot what she was talking about and why on earth you were in the forest in the first place.
"Oh my gosh! You're literally a walking potato!" She grips the side of your arm harshly and turns you around and unzips your backpack and looks around in your bag for the drugs. "Gotcha you!" She pulls the drugs out of your back and shoves them in her jean pocket. "Did you find what you were looking for?" You looked over your shoulder. She gave you a nod and zipped your backpack up. "Thank you so much again! I wouldn't have the balls to talk to that freak!" She lightly chuckled. You looked at her "I think he is pretty nice…" You said in your soft tone. She shot a confused expression and laughed it off like a joke. "Are you smoking now!" She kept laughing. "I'm serious, he was very sweet! His hands felt like dog fur and his rings are really cool looking-". ''Oh my god…you are being serious." She stopped laughing. "You think that freak is some nice guy!" She walked close to you and stared straight into your eyes. You nodded your head slowly. "What now! You have a crush on the freak! Going to start hanging out with him! Thinking you can change him to be a better person!" She gives you a light push with every sentence she said about Eddie. "No! I just said he was a sweet guy." That sentence triggered something inside your friend.
Her eyes were popping out and her face was turning a light shade of red. It almost looked like  stem was about to come out of her nose on how you pissed her off that much. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" She grabbed the side of your arms roughly and shoved you on the ground. "YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING AIRHEAD! THIS WHY NOBODY LIKES OR HANGS OUT WITH YOUR DUMBASS!" Her words were like venom in your ears. Tears were rolling down your cheek and your cheeks puffed up. "You don't mean that really…" You looked up at her. "I mean every single word you idiot! I never wanted to be your fucking friend in the first place! The only reason why I even talk to you is because you are so easy to use for anything!" She kicked pebbles at you open her car door, slamming it close. "Don't talk to me ever again you idiot bitch." Her last words before driving off leaving you there on the dirty parking lot ground.
Your hands cover up your face as you kept crying on the ground all by yourself in silence until you heard a  familiar voice."There you are snow white." You moved your hands from your face and looked up. "Eddie…" your voice was raspy from crying. He smiled softly at you but suddenly fades away seeing your face with dry tears and wet tears, your eye makeup running down your cheek. "What happened to you, snow white?" He kneeled down in front of you his hands holding both of your cheeks softly. "Are you okay?" He said softly. And you started crying harder this time your head landed on Eddie's firm chest. You buried your face into his Hellfire shirt and kept sobbing.
This completely shocked Eddie. He's not really good at comforting people or dealing with other people's emotions and feelings. He hesitated but slowly moved his hand on top of your head softly and slowly brushed your hair with his fingers moving his other hand painting your back softly trying his best to comfort you. "People are so mean Eddie!" You mumble while crying into his shirt getting soaked with your salty tears. "I know people can be assholes in this world. " He kept brushing your hair and panting your back. This was new for Eddie; nobody has ever really showed him affection even as a child his parents never really showed him love and affection. But this new unknown feeling and action was nice but also calming for him. He finally felt at peace without smoking weed to ease his pain.
He felt you moving your head away from his chest and rubbing your eyes. He was disappointed when you moved away from he missed your warmth and sweet scent. "Here let me help you out snow white. " He said sweetly while softly smiling at you. He pulled a black handkerchief from his backpack pocket and started cleaning your face mostly focused on your eye makeup trying his best to make it look decent. "There you go." He moved his handkerchief away from face. "Thank you Eddie. " You gave him a small smile. "Aww! Look at that pretty smile!" He chuckled. Eddie stood up and held his hand out for you. "Come on, Snow white let's get you home." You slowly took his hand and felt his cold rings hitting your warm skin. He pulled you up from the ground and patted your skirt down trying to get the dirt off your skirt  but accidentally slapped your thigh, which caused you a soft yelp from you and fletched from his touch. "Oh shit! I'm s/short sorry I was trying to get the dirt off your skirt! I wasn't trying to be a prev or anything! My bad!" His face turned the same pastel pink from earlier today he kept apologizing and rushing through his words. "It's okay Eddie." You patted his shoulder softly and smiled again at him. "Could you drop me off at home daddy is probably worried about me!"Had a little panic in your tone. "Oh yeah! Of course! Here my ride is just this way." "Perfect!" You followed Eddie to his van he unlocked his van and opened the van door for you. "Your carriage awaits you snow white." You giggled softly and slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door behind you and walked around the van opening the door and closing it behind him.
"I'm sorry about the mess. I wasn't really expecting any company." He chuckled nervously. "It's fine but something smells burnt and your seats are uncomfortable, reminds me of my grandmother." He furrowed a little bit. "But! In a good way it reminds me of her. She always smelled like cigarettes and chocolate chip cookies! She would always Make great lasagna every time I went over to visit her over summer vacation when I was a toddler!" You noticed you keep rambling on about your grandmother and started to feel embarrassed about it.  "Hey why did you stop talking I was interested about your grandma who apparently makes bomb ass lasagna." He looked at you and flashed a small smile at you. " Oh I thought I was being annoying talking about my grandmother." You mumble. "Sweetheart, I could listen to you talk all day. Your voice is soothing." He patted your head before starting up the van and started driving.  Your face started warming up and became flushed when Eddie called you sweetheart.
Maybe everything you heard about him was wrong about him being a cult leader who is a horrible person because he was an outcast from Hawkins. Maybe you should not judge him by rumors from other people. The same people who treated you like you were a ghost never talking to you and always walking past you in the halls pretending you never existed.
The whole car was mostly Eddie singing his favorite songs coming from the radio and using his fingers as drumsticks hitting the steering wheel. After a couple of minutes and a couple of right turns later you finally arrived at your house. It was a medium two story house painted pastel yellow with white borders and a little porch decorated with different plants and flower pots due to your father having a green thumb. "Cute house is very cozy from the outside. " He chuckled and turned off the car. He opened his side door and closed it behind him, walking over to your side and opening your door for you. "Such a gentleman." You giggled while hopping out the car. Eddie was leaning against his van looking at you. "I never caught your name snow white you ran away before I could even ask you."  "Oh yeah! Sorry about being rushed by my best friend. Snacth that ex-best friend." You mumble. "But my name is-" 
"Cupcake! Is that you out there!" You heard your father screaming your nickname. He called you Cupcake ever since you were a toddler because you reminded him of a Cupcake for some reason. 
"Come on Cupcake your old man is calling you. " Eddie laughed. You never felt this embarrassed before all because of a stupid childish nickname your father gave you. "Oh shut your pie hole Eddie!" You walked passed him and headed towards your house. You saw your father standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face. "Oh cupcake! Where have you been! it's almost five o'clock!" "I'm sorry about that daddy a lot has happened today." You said in your soft tone and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back tightly. "It's okay Cupcake, I could never stay mad at you." He looked up and saw Eddie standing in front of his van with his hands tucked in his pocket. " Honey, who's the guy with the bust down van?" He pulled away from the hug and looked at you. "Oh Eddie! He gave me a ride home! Can he stay for dinner pretty please!" You gave your father puppy eyes. He tried his best to resist them but failed and said yes. "Make sure he wipes his shoes. I just got the carpet clean earlier today." He walked away heading back to the kitchen finishing up dinner.
You turned around and waved Eddie down. "Come on you can stay for dinner! But make sure to wipe off your shoes before coming in!" You shouted across the lawn. Eddie was completely confused about what was happening. You're father invited him to dinner! No way! Eddie 'the freak' of Hawkins is being invited to dinner by you and you're dad! He could still be dumbfounded by this idea of yours. But hey! Free food, right! He started walking towards the house and followed you inside closed the door behind him.The first thing that caught Eddie's attention was the smell of butterscotch coming through the kitchen; the smell was intoxicating to him. You took off your shoes and placed them in the shoe rack, slipping your pink house slippers on. "Should I take my shoes off too?" He looked at you and you nodded. "Yes daddy just got the carpet clean today." Eddie slipped his shoes off, placing them in the rack. "The grey ones are extra for our house guest." You pointed at them. "Cool." He slipped them on. "Dinner is ready,'' your father shouted from the dining room."Come on! I think it's meatloaf!" You took Eddie's hand and started walking towards the dining room. Eddie was more comfortable now and relaxed when you held his hand leading him through the house. "Where is Claude?" You tilted your head. "He's working late again honey he should be coming home any minute." Allen smiled, placing the butterscotch pie on the table. The sound of the front being unlocked caught everyone's attention.
"I'm home!"
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sashi-ya · 1 year
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𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 ⋆˙⊹ roronoa zoro x f! reader
request: Anonymous asked: Hi love, may i ask u to do a sfw zoro x f!reader ⊹ jingle bell??? I miss some sweet zoro 🤗💞. Love and happy holidays sweety 💞💞💞|tw: none. sweet shy marimo. a bit inspired on my own current experience | wc: 993 | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly @owlham|
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Now the ground is white, go it while you're young Take the girl tonight, sing this sleighing song… Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells. Jingle all the way!
A friend group and a Christmas gathering, sweaty palms even if outside you could freeze.
She looks so pretty; her hair flows like the strands of an angel. She is always so serious but sometimes she laughs, and to Zoro there is nothing more beautiful than her smile. Since she arrived to their friend group, everything has changed for him…
“Marimo! Oi!” his blond friend elbows him. Zoro seems to be absent tonight.
“What- curly?” he asks, grunting as always at his best friend.
Sanji lifts one of his peculiar looking brows, and then looks at you as you have fun with your beloved girls. Soon, he realizes what’s been going on with his green haired friend. “HAHAHA MARIMO, ARE YOU IN LOVE?” he jokes, pushing his friend to the side. Of course, a simple touch it’s enough for them to start a fight… but Zoro couldn’t even do it… your dress is too pretty for him to stop looking at you.
Sanji smiles kindly. His friend has finally fallen in the traps of love, and he couldn’t mess with it. In fact, even if it felt weird, he wanted to help him… although he would have loved to get you for himself.
The chef walks away, and giggles at how silly his friend looks only taking sips of alcohol, completely spellbound for you. As he is a completely hopeless romantic himself, maybe a little bit of help would make you and Zoro to finally get together.
“Oi, Brook… let’s put some slowed songs. Let’s make some couples dance closely together” Sanji asks his friend, who is also the dj of the little party. Of course, Brook loves the idea and as soon as Sanji asked, he delivered.
The soft music starts playing, and, inside you the only thing you think of is to dance with your kendo instructor friend. But, he doesn’t know how much you like him… As one by one your friends get the chance to dance with their crushes and lovers, you keep playing with your glass. Your dress looks stunning, your hair does too. But nobody looks as good as him… it is weird to see Zoro dressed in a suit… but it’s even weird that he is looking right at you.
You wink several times, there is no way he is looking at you. You turn around, just to see if there was someone else behind you, but it’s just the walls of Luffy’s brother’s home.
Tilting your head, you try to understand if he needs something, and even if the music was loud enough not to hear properly his lips aren’t moving. “Wha-“ you ask yourself, looking to the floor. Zoro has an intense gaze, it’s almost impossible not to blush and take your eyes away…
“Hey, (Name)… what is going on? Let’s da- oh…” Nami says, stopping her pulling motions on your arm. “Oh lord this idiot…” she grunts, walking right towards him.
The red head snaps her fingers in front of Zoro’s intense gaze. “Oi, Zoro!! Quit looking at her and just invite the lady to dance!!” she scolds him, with her hand on her waist and her classic ordering tone.
Zoro snaps out of it, and looks at his -witch- little sister. “Wha- what do you want?!” he growls, looking at Nami, taking his eye off you from some bare moments.
“Go ask her to dance, you airhead…” she commands, pushing Zoro towards where you are.
Of course, the Kendo champion protests, but he continues to walk to you. And it’s so insanely topping that you end up feeling little compared to him when he is in front of you.
“Dance?” he asks handing one of his calloused hands to you; as always his null dating skills really do shine.
You bite your lower lip, giggling. He surely is a brute, but a sweet one. And when you say yes, you notice his cheeks a little blushed… perhaps it was just the alcohol, or maybe it was you.
When both of your hands join, and his other one heavily -but with utmost care- lands on your waist your eyes meet. A little side smile joins your lips, while Zoro’s are barely open. He can’t speak, but his body starts moving.
Dancing to slow songs, he looks so pretty wearing a suit. The white shirt underneath lets his muscles show just the right amount and it’s such a beautiful eye candy to you.
Perhaps both should have said something, however after so many looks there is no need. Zoro invites you to come even closer to his body, and you accede almost naturally. Your eyes meet once again, and this time your noses become the closest they have ever been.
Zoro tightens his mandible, drawing a sharp line that could cut like his swords. You swallow. You have no idea which music is playing in the background, perhaps the slowed songs have finished already… but, none of you care. You are just in your own little bubble.
The flickering fairy lights that Franky and Usopp have included as a basic decoration for the party shine around you two, and never you imagined doing this with Zoro. He didn’t seem romantic at all… well, not until he met you.
“Can – Can I – k…?” he wants to ask something he is about to do. Was it really necessary if your lips could feel the other’s warm -and shaky- breathe?
You nod, smiling and closing your eyes to receive his soft peck.
A new friend. You were just a new friend. And soon Zoro’s new girlfriend…
“Who the hell kiss while “Jingle Bells” is playing? Wonder why they took so much…” Sanji asks, while feeding Luffy some kind of Christmas treat he made himself.  
“Them…? Give me more food! shishishi”  
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Chapter 1: The Will of the World
Diana Quinn was an English professor back on her dying earth before she became the English teacher to a native people called Na'vi on the moon Pandora. After a shockingly horrific incident that caused the school to shut down, a newbie marine by the name of Jake Sully presents her another opportunity to reconnect with The People.
Pairing: Tsu'tey x OFC
Rating: PG13
Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers
Other Tags: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Betrayal, Revenge
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Diana considered herself a patient person. In fact, if Dr Grace Augustine was the one to write the book on the Pandoran botany she discovered, Diana Quinn was going to claim she wrote the book on patience. 
At least- that’s what she tried to convince herself at six in the morning when a new recruit for the avatar programme was causing a ruckus throughout the sector and knocking over things left and right. She tried to control her rapidly rising anger as she attempted to withhold herself from screaming at the newbie for knocking over her linguistics books and almost making her spill her coffee on them.
“Hey Dick-For-Brains!” She could not, however, control her anger, “Watch where you swing that tiny blue ass of yours!”  The former university English professor had become quite adapt at adopting a marine’s mouth. Being stationed on a moon years away from your own dying planet on a solar system that was not even your own would do that to a woman. 
A prime example of bad habits adopted in the Alpha Centauri System bristled passed her in a flurry of red waves; the one and only Dr Grace Augustine. The bad habit in question was nestled between her two fingers as she took one last drag of her cigarette before hopping into her pod to link with her avatar, no doubt to chase after the newbie causing havoc outside. 
It had been nearly five years since Diana had joined the RDA at the request of Grace and there was not a moment where something went smoothly in those (give or take) one-thousand-eight-hundred-and-twenty-five days. 
The woman rolled her eyes as she stared at the panicking scientists at the sudden exposure to the air outside and watched from behind a glass pane as they quickly attempted to close the breach in the unit. She was shocked to hear of Tom’s sudden death earlier in the month, and even more shocked to learn not weeks later that they were going to be replacing Tom’s scientific mind with a marine’s one in the form of his twin brother. 
She remembers snorting rather loudly in Grace’s face when she was informed of the switch. 
“You’ve got to be joking,” Diana laughed loudly in Grace’s face, but quickly sobered up at the look of dismay on the red headed woman’s face, “You’re serious.” 
“As a heart attack. These airheads are giving me another gun when what I need is people actually capable of using what’s in their heads! It’s like they’re pissing on this whole entire operation after creating the damn fire to begin with!” 
“Okay, Grace, again with the analogies- you are going to have to speak slower for the rest of us to catch up.” Diana laughed as she raised her hands in the air, submitting to the scornful gaze the Dr sent her way. 
“Be honest with me Diana,” Grace took a stressed drag from the cigarette between her fingers, “Do you think we’re just wasting our time here? I mean honestly I feel like there’s nothing we could ever do to make up for what happened at the school-“
Diana cut the woman off before she could continue speaking, “What happened at the school was a horrific thing, Grace. But you can’t keep blaming yourself for it. You helped as many kids as you could, alright?” She stared and waited at the woman until she gave a nod in understanding, “You did everything you could.”
“I just wish I could have done more.”
Diana’s brows furrowed as the memory was pushed to the forefront of her mind. Cold, smoke infused fingers pressed against her forehead to release the tension was what brought her back to the present. 
“We’re going out to run some errands; I’m taking Norm and the newbie with me, you up to stretch your legs?” Grace was unlinked from her avatar and drinking coffee again while simultaneously smoking another cigarette. 
“You’re going to give yourself a problem with that,” Diana said as she eyed the cigarette ruefully.
“Yeah well, better the devil you know. Speaking of which…” Diana followed Grace’s line of sight until she reached the towering figure of Colonel Quaritch, or in Diana’s terms; the ugliest piece of man you would ever lay your eyes upon. 
Colonel Miles Quaritch was one of the RDA Security Operations commanders and served as the chief of security on Pandora, he had arrived on Pandora in the early 2150s and had been in a pain in Grace’s backside ever since, and Diana a while after that. 
“They do say if you speak the devil’s name, you can summon him.” Diana whispered to Grace as he walked by her station. 
“Do you think he wakes up extra early to style his hair and pray to Satan or do you suppose it comes naturally to him?” Grace questioned as they both continued to stair obviously. 
“No on the hair thing- because what hair? As for the Satan prayers… those are definitely ingrained in his DNA, no effort needed- whoops!” The two of them quickly turned around and pretended to busy themselves with the various papers and books that lay strewn across the table as he turned around to face them. 
They snickered quietly to themselves as they kept their eyes down and backs turned to the Colonel. 
“But seriously, we’re going out to gather some things, you in? I could really use some help with the newbie.” 
Diana snorted at the obvious plead for help, but shook her head in disagreement, “No, you don’t need me there. Besides, my expertise remains in the teaching of the English language- not with machineguns and helicopters.” 
“Oh, bullshit,” Grace groaned as she pulled on her friend’s arm, “Come on you’re the best pa’li rider this side of the linking.”
“Yes and you and I both know very well we haven’t even seen so much as one pa’li since-“ 
“Yeah, yeah,” Grace waved her off as she rolled her eyes and relented, “Just so you know, if anything happens out here it’s on you.” The red headed woman taunted as she turned her back on Diana’s rolling eyes. 
After Grace left her alone with her papers and books once again to try and analyse more of Na’vi linguistics, another recruit came up to her and directed her to the armour bay- Colonel Quaritch’s orders.
Diana groaned aloud as she made her way down to the metal hell.
“I want you to gain their trust,” Diana heard Colonel Quaritch’s voice above the loud machine murmurs as she approached them; “I need to know how to force their cooperation or hammer them hard if they won’t.”  
“Am I still with Augustine?” She heard Jake, the newbie, question. 
“On paper.” Came Quaritch’s reply, “Yeah, you walk like one of her science pukes,” Diana flinched at the lack of decorum with his word usage, and rolled her eyes as she figured he probably didn’t even catch his mistake, “-you quack like one, but you report to me. Can you do that for me son?”
Diana narrowed her eyes at Jake’s smirking face, his head bent low as he tried not to smile at what Quaritch said, and responded with an enthusiastic, “Hell yeah, sir.”
“Well alright then,” Quaritch smiled as he looked down at Jake, as though he were looking down at a younger version of himself, then moved to punch the air with the connected arms of the meta-machine, “Son, I take care of my own. You get me what I need, I’ll see to it you get your legs back when you rotate home. Your real legs.”
“That sounds real good, sir.” Jake nodded to the high standing machine that held Quaritch in and Diana jumped from behind one of the other still standing ones as she made her presence known to the Colonel. 
“Someone said you wanted to see me, Colonel Quaritch?” Diana heard herself yell at the older man in an attempt to make her voice heard over the loud whirring of machines and rustling of heavy artillery. 
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Diana gritted her teeth together at the name, “Some of my men were attacked at the base near Highcrags.”
“And that’s my problem because?” Diana folded her arms together, not liking where the conversation was heading, knowing exactly who and what was situated closest to the mining dump at Highcrags.
“Well as you know the operations at the Floating Cave aren’t exactly being fully accepted by some of your little smurf friends-“
“Considering you used explosives to clear the entire place to rubble and ruin I wouldn’t exactly expect a gift basket, Colonel.”
Jake snorted from behind Quaritch at Diana’s statement, but tried to cover it up as a cough when the older man’s gaze turned to him.
“Look, I don’t particularly care what you or your savage sweethearts seem to think you have control over,” And he adjusted a large mechanical firearm in the hands of his AMP suit, “Look over the pictures, translate what it is your precious Tawkami clan is trying to tell us and then report back to me; because I have a message of my own.”
“And if I don’t?” Diana retorted to the retreating back of the AMP suit.
Quaritch turned his back to face her again as he yelled out, “Then seeing as though your plans for cooperation with the other clan of savaged blue lizards failed- I fail to see your use here anymore, Professor.” He sneered her title like an insult as he smirked and turned away. 
“You two sure do seem to get on well,” From beside her Jake snorted his amusement, but Diana paid him no mind as she rolled her eyes and began briskly walking away from him.
His face fell at her cold behaviour and called after her, “Hey,” But she ignored him, “Hey!” He pushed the wheels of his wheelchair faster and turned to position him in front of her, blocking her from going further, “Have we met before?”
She did nothing but stared down at him, and then turned away as he raised his eyebrows expectantly. 
“Did I do something to upset you or…?” He pushed, and she let out a frustrated groan.
“You know you aren’t the only one who lost something in that war.” She told him hotly.
“What are you talking about?” Jake stuttered at her statement.
She rolled her eyes at the marine again, “Earth’s intercontinental conflict in the twenty-second century? It kind of created a global energy crisis and left the earth in the great demand for natural resources? Ring any bells, marine?”
This time it was Jake who rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, “I know what you’re talking about, what has that got anything to do with-“
“You lost your legs in the war serving your country, others lost their lives,” That shut him up quickly, “And those who had to live with that loss, don’t you think they’d do everything they could to bring them back?” Her face fell for a brief moment, and Jake saw it- as well as the hard fury that came after, “Everything that is, except genocide.” And she pushed passed him.
This time Jake didn’t go after, but only yelled at her, “So it’s my fault for wanting to get my legs back? I’m the selfish one?” She turned around sharply at the accusation. 
“You’re trading your legs for the extinction of an entire people for some rocks and dirt!” She argued back, but lowered her voice and walked closer to him when she noticed the attention of onlookers. 
“I’m not killing anyone,” Jake seethed, quickly becoming irritated at the accusations she was throwing at him.
“No, you aren’t. But I suppose supplying Quaritch with information about the Omaticaya and the ways best to hammer them down is all in innocent fun?” This time it was her seething to him, “What exactly do you think he meant by that? Look around you Jake,” Diana waved her hands around them, to the vast amount of AMP suits, guns and artillery as well as helicarriers filled with bombs, “The entire avatar program is a sham, and everything Grace and I are trying to do means nothing to them.”
“Then why do it?” Jake challenged, “If it’s so pointless, why try to communicate with the indigenous at all?”
Diana sighed as she ran her hand down her face, “Because not trying makes me just as bad as Quaritch, and it makes me just as bad as you.” 
“You did what?” Diana shrieked in horror many hours later once Grace and Norm had returned with Trudy, their pilot- without the newbie. Of course, while the body of Jake Sully was alive and well resting in his linking pod, the tall three metre long, blue avatar body however was left to the wilds of Pandora, alone and defenceless with no real training or preparation of what the moon held. 
“We lost the kid.” Grace said as she stared off into the distance, as though she herself were coming to terms with what they did as she was explaining the experience to Diana. 
“We were just inspecting some samples when all of a sudden we hear Jake standing off with this huge hammerhead titanothere! And then all of a sudden this huge thanator shows up and scares the hammerheads away! And then all-“
“Okay, okay Norm I get it, slow down,” Diana laughed as the tall man tried to catch his breath, “So you lost Tom’s avatar. Great.” Diana mumbled a series of incoherent profanities as she sighed heavily. Diana gathered her hair in a bundle at the back of her head and attempted to tie it with the small hair tie resting on her wrist, but once she tried to make the second hoop around the elastic snapped and broke. 
She groaned in frustration, letting her hair fall back to its original position. Not only was she frustrated about the entire avatar loss situation, but the air inside the containers they had built Hell’s Gate around was humid and still.
“Maybe it’s a good thing,” Diana offered, trying to find the silver lining in the loss of an avatar body, “The last thing you need out there is another trigger happy marine anyway, never mind a three metre tall one.”
“We just keep taking blow after blow, don’t we?” Grace’s question was rhetorical as they all stood around Jake’s linking pod, waiting for him to wake up as the hours passed by. And when he finally did, he told them something none of them would have expected. 
They were all in Hell’s Kitchen when Grace recounted the story again, “The last thing we see is this Marine’s ass disappearing into the bush with this angry thanator coming after him!” She turned her hand upside down and made grabbing motions into the air, as if mimicking the thanator’s fangs and Diana found herself laughing loudly along with the rest of the group.
“Well, it’s not something you can teach.” Jake boasted smugly around a mouth full of food.
“You know, for reasons I cannot fathom, the Omaticaya have chosen you. God help us all.”
Jake found Diana hours later in the linking room where her small office was set up. She was situated, as she normally was, on top of a large desk with various papers and books about her, each of them held written pieces of a language he was unfamiliar with.
“What are these?” He asked as he approached her on his wheelchair, taking a book from beside her as he inspected one of the books with what seemed to be words and vocabulary. 
When she didn’t respond to him, he only continued to pester her, “How do you even read these?” He tilted his head from side to side, and she rolled her eyes as she grabbed the book from his hand and flipped it upside down before handing it back to him.
“Oh, right, right… it makes so much more sense to me now.” He joked, and she shook her head at his foolishness. “What does this one mean?”
She looked at the word he pointed to and laughed, “Skxawng, it means dumbass.” She raised her brow at him, “Fitting that that’s the one you’d be drawn to.”
“Sk’awn,” Jake tried.
“Skxawng,” Diana corrected him, but shook her head when he repeated it wrong again, “Sk-xaw-ng.” She said it slowly a third time and nodded her head once he finally caught on. 
“I think one of the Na’vi called me this last night,” Jake wondered aloud which caused Diana to laugh softly, “Real nasty looking bastard.” 
She nodded her head as he described the Na’vi, “Wooden neck protector? A braid dangling in front of his face that he thinks makes him look cool?”
Jake gasped as he clicked his fingers in front of Diana’s face and pointed, “Exactly! God what an asshole.”
“Tsu’tey,” Diana supplied, “He was one of the students at the school too, albeit very reluctant to join at first, loves his analogies in Na’vi but could never get passed the longer sounding words in English.”
Jake snorted at the new information about the warrior who seemed so frightening on top of his direhorse with his bow and arrow. 
“Wait, you were at the school too?” Diana raised her eyebrows at the sudden question and Jake clarified for her, “We went there today on the recon mission for Grace’s samples… were you there when…?” Jake couldn’t ask the question, but his mind flashed with the memory of the bullet holes through the wooden panelling of the small house.
When Diana said nothing, Jake continued, “That’s why you were so up my ass a day ago.” He realised.
She shook her head as she responded in a whisper, making eye contact with his eyes, “I can’t betray them again Jake.” And it was a rare moment of vulnerability he hadn’t seen otherwise in the weeks he had known her.
Diana watched tightly as Grace walked into the room and began to prepare Jake for another day in the Omaticaya village, going through the list of known Na’vi and their respective roles in the clan. 
“T’su’tey.” Jake stated as he lifted himself up into the pod.
“Tsu’tey,” Grace corrected, “He’ll be the next clan leader.”
Diana smiled fondly at the name, and sniffled her nose before she added on, “He’s not going to be fond of you,” She nodded her head to the picture of Tsu’tey on the screen.
“He’s their best warrior,” Norm added on, “So expect some passive-aggressive tendencies from him.”
Diana shrugged, “-or aggressive-aggressive.” She offered, and he nodded his head in mock thanks. 
Diana’s attention reverted back to her notes, looking at the writing from the images Quaritch had forwarded her and the limited amount of translations she had left from the Omaticaya clan after the purge of the school. She couldn’t make sense of some of the characters labelled there, but being the only clan with any form of writing system she was at a loss for what the words meant or where she could find a translation.
Her ears perked up when Grace mentioned Sylwanin.
“I got a date with Sylwanin too,” She stared hard at Jake as he winked at Norm, bragging about something he didn’t know anything about.
“She’s dead.” Grace told him, and the room enveloped in a tense air. Grace and Diana shared a long, sorrowful look before she pushed Jake into the pod and started linking him up back to his avatar at the Omaticaya Hometree. 
Diana shook her head at the now linked up male before turning her attention back to her notes at hand, “Grace,” She called over the scientist, “Do any of these letters look familiar to you?” 
Grace came over and inspected the papers in the younger Professor’s hands, “No, not really. Are these the markings from the Tawkami attack?” Diana nodded her head as she held her hair back from her face with one hand, eyes drooping slowly as she attempted to focus her eyesight. 
“Have you slept at all since Quaritch gave you these?” Diana shook her head to Grace’s question.
“He’s so hell-bent on reclaiming the Highcrags and the damn mining site near the Floating Caves he won’t just take no for an answer, and if I don’t come up with an answer he likes who knows what he’ll do to that poor clan.” She groaned in frustration. 
“Look, I know how important this is to you but tiring yourself out and passing out from exhaustion isn’t going to help anyone, you need to sleep.”
Diana only grumbled but made no move to go towards the sleeping bunks.
Grace sighed and pulled up a chair, “I don’t know what the runes say, but look at this; they drew something near the end of the first sentence.”
“What is that?” Diana heard herself ask in a low mumble, “A flower?”
“Pseudocenia Rosea, also known as the chalice plant.” Grace told Diana as she identified one of the many floras that decorated the ecosystem of Pandora.
“Why would the Tawkami draw something like this for the RDA to see?” Diana asked Grace as she looked from the screen showcasing the image to her partner. 
“Maybe it wasn’t meant for the RDA,” Grace offered as she handed the tablet back to Diana whose mind only filled with more questions than clarity. 
Chapter 2: Reconnection with Ommaticaya
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