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twiixr4kidz · 5 months

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PRAYING YOU GIVE US SOME THE EVIL EXES X A DUMBASS S/O PLEASEEEE

Like they're so dumb it's not a joke- like imagine Roxy asking her s/o about the menu at a restaurant they're going to and they go "babe....I'm a lesbian." And it takes a full FIVE MINUTES for them to figure out what she meant

OMG YES i am a certified dumbass so this was very easy to write

matthew patel:

listen....... he gets it

he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed

it's like when you're around each other, your brain cells disappear

most discussions end in the two of you looking at each other, very confused, whatever conversation you were having being long forgotten

he doesn't mind re-explaining thinsg to you if you don't understand them

he thinks it's kinda cute honestly

lucas lee:

he is the himbo-est himbo to ever himbo

honestly most of ramona's exes are dumb but in different endearing ways

i can tell you for a fact that he'll tease you for one thing and then proceed to do it immediately after without even realizing

OR HE'LL TRY TO LIKE SHOW YOU WHAT YOU WERE DOING WRONG AND HOW TO FIX IT AND THEN HE MESSES IT UP HIMSELF LMFAO

"babe, that's not how you do a kickflip. THIS is." (he bails and breaks his board)

todd ingram:

todd is probably one of the most confused people you will ever meet

sometimes you say things that completely baffle him

im talking something so dumb his jaw is hanging wide open and he's rendered completely fucking speechless

and you're confused as to why HE'S confused because you thought you explained what you were saying really well

but you very much did not

there are so many conversations you have with him that are cut short because he doesn't know how to respond

"hon... look at me... what?" "huh?" "did you hear a word you just said?" "wait... what did i say?"

roxie richter:

she thinks it's cute!!!

most of the time

other times, she's genuinely concerned for your sanity

"so... whatcha wanna eat?" "babe, im a lesbian" "...what?" "what do you mean what?" "i know... you're a lesbian... i was asking about the food..." "OH"

you cannot hear apparently

she thinks it's funny whenever you do that thing where you hear her but you don't process what she said so you go "what" and then you cut her off when she tries to explain cuz you finally have an answer

she thinks it's HILARIOUS

kyle katayanagi:

he thinks it's hysterical

like you know this motherfucker is the ultimate tease

you don't know the answer to a question? you say something that sounds dumber than you intended it to?

you know damn well he's getting on your case about it

and honestly he loves it

he knows he's smart but he's fascinated by your sheer stupidity

he doesn't mind explaining things to you either

but you aren't getting out of an explanation without him calling you, and i mean this in the most affectionate way possible, a dumbass

ken katayanagi:

he's ALSO very fascinated with the fact that none of your millions of brain cells work

even when it comes to what he thinks is a simple concept, it takes a lot of explaining for you to understand

this is explaining that he doesn't mind doing

maybe his knowledge is just a little TOO advanced

he can never tell if he's the one whose too smart or if it's just your natural dumbness

it confuses him

he's enamored

literally say one dumbass thing around him and he's gonna have you pinned to a wall in the most intense makeout session of your life

gideon graves:

listen... gideon isn't as much of a douche as everyone makes him out to be

he thinks you being dumb is adorable

something about his weird thing for control and how he loves to explain things to you

he doesn't wanna control in a toxic way, let me just get that out there

he just loves how you never seem to know what's going on

god he loves it HE LOVES IT

#matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee #lucas lee x reader #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader #roxie richter #roxie richter x reader #kyle katayanagi #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #scott pilgrim takes off #spto

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hearts4golbach · 1 month

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could you write something about reader and johnnie related to the line 'he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts' from the song yummy? ty 💕💕

Tease.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings: use of ma, baby, mama, love, babe, slut, cheating, rough sex, unprotected sex (please use protection lol), overstimulation, implied hair pulling.

third person.

Johnnie had never thought of you as anything more than his best friend. maybe he had thought about you late at night, biting his tongue so as not to wake up jake in the room over, but never past that. he had always shooed away the thought, anyway.

ever since his past girlfriend, he had refused to ever think of another person romantically. although, he had acknowledged from time to time how funny, kind, and beautiful you were. he admired you in a friend way, he told himself.

although, whenever you had posted a selfie laying in your bed in the cutest outfit he had ever seen, it made him rethink your relationship.

he thought about the way your face lit up brighter than the sun when you saw him and the way your hand would purposefully graze him every chance you got. how could he be so oblivious? he began to think as his feelings for you grew.

you never seemed to mention other guys until you did. it was late at night whenever you had walked into johnnies room and asked him for advice. you wanted to know how to respond to a flirty text some random guy on instagram had sent, you explained. You thought he was cute and lived just a city over. this infuriated johnnie, as his feelings had been brewing for about 3 months now.

it didn't help that he got to see you every day, not that he was complaining, but it was torture. he frequently thought of you in your booty shorts and oversized band t-shirt early in the morning, making breakfast. or the slutty dresses youd wear to parties every other weekend. dont even get him started on the rhinestone belts you incorporated into every outfit. you had one in every different color, and he believed it was the cutest thing, your little addiction to them. it became too much to bear, and he frequently considered pouring his heart out to you. but he never did. things were going well with the other guy, and all he wanted was for you to be happy.

first person.

"Why are we even hanging all of this up? everyone is gonna be too drunk to notice, anyway." i complained, my arms beginning to ache as i held the decorations of choice to the wall while johnnie pinned them.

he shrugged, his eyes trailing down my body as i stretched. "cause were cool."

"i guess," i sighed, "im so worried, the guy I've been talking to is coming tonight." truth was, i could give a fuck less about that guy. yeah, he was sweet, but he wasn't johnnie. he wasn't anywhere close to being as prefect as johnnie was.

i looked into his eyes, praying he would beg me to uninvite him and be his, but that didn't happen. "Don't be, you'll be good," he responded nonchalantly before turning away to go put up valuables in the house that could be broken.

i stared at him for a moment before turning around and tending to my own work.

"Do you think this dress is okay?" i asked frantically.

"y/n, people are about to start showing up, and you're still trying to get dressed -" johnnie began to scold as he turned around.

his face flushed as he admired me in the dress. his eyes hesitated, staring at the slit in the dress that revealed my thigh and how the cut of the dress complimented my cleavage. he stayed silent.

"...so?" i asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"yeah, its whatever. its good." he brushed me off, going to unlock the door.

i hated how much he acted like he didn't care. i rolled my eyes and walked back to my room to put my shoes on. even though it was my own house, i didn't want anyone looking at my feet, of course. i put on my comfiest pair of heels and went to grab the drinks from the kitchen. i organized them on the table, setting out the plastic cups. i felt an arm wrap around my waist as a presence moved next to me.

"hey, its good to see you." the guy from instagram whispered in my ear. i leaned into his touch, ignoring the growing ache in my heart. "you look stunning."

"Thank you," i smile, "it's good to see you, too." This was only the second time we had ever seen each other in person.

i heard johnnie laughing behind me, presumably speaking to jake. i glanced behind me to see him leaning on the counter. he looked at me at the exact same time. He held his breath as his eyes ran over every part of me before turning his attention back to jake.

i sighed, "you wanna go dance?" i asked, hoping he'd say yes and hoping johnnie would hate it.

his eyes shined with lust, "Of course."

i grabbed his hand and dragged him into the other room, making sure we were still in johnnies vision. the guys hands moved to my hips immediately, pulling me onto him. my eye twitched with anger. i hoped it would work. i hoped and prayed johnnie would give in and make me his, so i had a reason to end this situationship. distractions weren't working anymore.

i kept my eyes on johnnie as he turned to watch. his eyebrows scrunched together whenever he saw the way i was pressed into the guy. his hand gripped the cup tighter, his knuckles turning white. i held eye contact the whole time, my gaze never leaving his as our movements became more sexual.

johnnie turned back to jake, saying something before setting his cup down and walking over to me. "can i steal you for a second?"

"Sure, bro," the guy said, taking his hands off of me and letting me walk away with johnnie.

"what, johnnie?" i groan, "im just trying to have fun."

he pushed me into my room and shut the door behind us and locked it. "what the fuck do you think youre doing?"

"what do you mean?" my heart raced.

"You know exactly what you're doing." he whispered in my ear, his pale arms snaked around me and grabbed my hips. "You've been teasing me for so long."

he pulled me closer. i pressed my hands against his chest. "really? what makes you say that?" i taunted.

"Those tiny jean shorts you wear around the house. you never wear them out, so i know they're for me. and those studded belts you always wear that somehow make your body even sexier than it already is." his hands slid down my thighs and pulled up my dress. it bunched around my waist as he squeezed my ass. "you really think i dont notice all the slutty little things you do?"

i bit my lip, feeling his nails digging into my flesh. "i was hoping you did. ive wanted you for so long."

"me too, mama." he replied before crashing his lips onto mine.

the kiss was rough and needy. he pressed me against the wall, his hands dragging up my body to my tits. he squeezed and pawed at them, not bothering to be gentle. i let out a soft moan on his lips. i felt him grow harder through his jeans as he pressed into me. i began to pull off of his shirt, immediately returning to the kiss as it landed on the floor. he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently. our teeth occasionally clashed as we tried to take as much of each other as possible.

he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before bringing me to the bed. he tossed me down on my back before crawling on top of me. his mouth found the soft spot on my neck, biting and sucking until dark hickeys covered my neck and chest. he pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my bare chest.

he hummed, "god, you're so beautiful." he murmured before taking my nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled over the bud, sucking gently. i moaned and arched my back, grinding onto his buldge.

"fuck, johnnie, let me have you." i pleaded, beginning to unbuckle his pants.

"Yes, ma'am." he complied, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. his hard dick sprung out of his jeans.

i hissed, "shit."

johnnie slipped his middle and ring finger in my mouth. "Spit, baby." i did as he told, licking his fingers before spitting on them. my gaze never left his. i watched as lust overtook his eyes. "Good girl."

he rubbed my spit on his cock, wincing slightly as the friction. his slender fingers slipped through the lace strap of my underwear, pulling them down. i choked out curses as the cold air hit my pussy.

"god, youre fucking soaked." he smriked, "youre going to do so good for me, ma."

he gripped my hips, aligning his tip with my entrance before slowly sliding his cock inside of me. my mouth fell ajar as a soft moan escaped my lips. he bottomed out, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. my walls squeezed his cock, sending shivers through my body.

"fuck," he choked out, "are you okay?" he checked, running his hand over my cheek and pulling on my bottom lip.

i nodded quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist. his fingers intertwined with mine, putting one hand above my head. his other stayed on my hip, gripping so tightly i figured there'd be bruises in the morning. he began to thrust slowly, taking his time with me.

"I've wanted to feel you for so long," he muttered on my lips before kissing me softly. "god, youre so perfect. do you think you can take me, babe?"

i hesitated before nodding. "yes, oh my- please."

he moved his hand, so he had a firm hold on my hips. speeding up his pace, he whispered sweet nothings under his breath. "That's it, baby." his hand flew to my clit, rubbing circles.

my back arched slightly as i threw my head back. he took that to his advantage, his cock driving further into me. "Oh, shit." i moaned, placing my hand on his chest. "johnnie, i-i can't.."

"Yes, you can, love. i believe in you." his eyebrows furrowed. "im not done with you, yet."

i nodded, letting pleasure take over my body. moans and curses flowed out of my mouth. his pace was relentless. my mind was fuzzy, and i couldn't form any words besides his name. i moaned his name loud, forgetting other people could hear.

"you arent worried about your little boyfriend hearing you?" he chuckled in between pants, "youre such a slut, i love it."

"only you," i repeated, "only for you."

"That's my girl," he slammed my g-spot over and over as a knot began to form in my stomach. "youre mine."

i nodded eagerly, "'m gonna cum, baby."

"Me too, where do you want me?" he asked breathlessly. his thrusts became sloppy.

"inside. im on the pill," i moaned out, louder than i was expecting.

"i fucking love you." his raspy voice responded. "cum with me, mama."

his thumb met my clit again as my walls milked his cock, taking every last drop of his cum inside. my orgasm took over my body, making me go limp.

he kissed my forehead. "god, you're amazing," he flipped me over so i was bending over the bed, "give me one more."

all i could do was nod as i was still recovering from my previous orgasm. without warning, he was inside of me again, his quick pace never faltering.

my moans became high-pitched. the overstimulation was a mix of pain and pleasure. his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my head down into the bed as he hit a different angle inside of me. his other hand gripped my ass as low whimpers slipped from his lips.

"fuck, i love you so much." his sweet words contradicting his actions. i tried to say it back, but it came out unintelligible. he stopped thrusting, balls deep inside of me. "use your words, baby."

"fuck, i love you." i grinded my ass into his hips, "i love you so much."

his cock began to drill into me again as i felt the knot in my stomach tighten again. "You close?" i moaned out in agreement. "Me too,"

my second orgasm hit me like a truck at the same time his did. johnnie collapsed onto the bed next to me. "we'll go shower when everyone leaves." he said breathlessly. i nodded in agreement. i laid my head on his chest and knocked the fuck out.

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #smut #johnnie guilbert smut #party #overstim kink #ayesha ericota

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17020s · 1 year

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hiii! I see your suggestions are open so how about Sae meeting his s/o through Rin's girlfriend? like the gf has a bestie and it's Sae's future s/o I hope this make sense >.<

☆ LET'S DANCE.

Sae Itoshi meets his romantic interest, who happens to be the best friend of his little brother's girlfriend.

CW: femcoded reader, aged up characters (like 20+), drinking, ooc drunk sae, sae needs a warning of his own because what, suggestive (!!!), making out at a party, pro athlete!rin, YN is a sports journalist. um please enjoy this shitshow i hope i did this right and if u want me to make it fluffy lmk and i'll do it again IM SORRY.

An awards ceremony afterparty was what it took for SAE ITOSHI to find out that his little brother had a girlfriend.

Both were invited, each with their respective team. Plus ones were allowed, and Rin had taken his girlfriend with him. He did not want to attend. His girlfriend showed interest in the ceremony, though, which is why he made up his mind on going. Unlike him, she was a sweetheart, and overall a respectful person. She had been talking to Rin, asking if she could ever meet his brother, yet he declined every time.

So when Rin saw his brother enter the afterparty by himself, he felt his palms grow sweatier. He knew his girlfriend would approach him if she were to see him. He prayed to every god out there, because this could not happen. Not right now, not ever.

It seems his pleads were in vain, as his girlfriend sent Sae a smile and waved. Confused, Sae approached his brother and the mysterious woman. Things were kept civil, as even the smallest argument would send the media into a frenzy.

"Rin, it's been a while. Who's this?"

"I'm his girlfriend, it's so nice to finally meet you!"

Rin was trying to appear calm as she and his brother engaged in a conversation. He started to feel less uncomfortable, as there was no trouble. His state of peace got cut short as his girlfriend tried including him in the conversation, unaware of the tension standing between the two brothers.

He had mentioned his rocky relationship with his brother to her briefly, as they had been dating for almost 9 months. He was not ready to tell her everything in detail.

He felt a lot of regret.

His girlfriend continued like normal, not noticing the death glare Rin was giving his brother, and how Sae's eyes were disinterested when aimed at his little brother. Rin was pleading for a distraction, something that could get him out of it.

Luck was on his side this time, as his girlfriend got approached by her best friend, Yn. Being a sports journalist made it easy for you to get invited to the afterparty, getting to snap pictures of world-class players in the red carpet then networking once inside.

You, of course, noticed the tension from miles away, which is why you approached them in the first place. Wrapping your arms around Rin's girlfriend, you pulled her in for a hug, swaying her body and yours side to side. You greeted Rin, who you knew previously, and talked to his girlfriend about the many players you saw.

Who you didn't know, was his hot older brother, Sae Itoshi.

"Itoshi, this is my best friend Yn! She's a sports journalist" she told Sae, who was eyeing you up and down. You looked beautiful, and it didn't help that you were wearing dark red—his color.

"Nice to meet you Itoshi" you smile. "Hey—let's go for a drink, yeah?"

Rin sighed in relief as you softly grabbed Sae's wrist, guiding him to the bar. That was too close. It was troublesome for Rin to see or even be around his brother, you just wanted to make him comfortable. Your best friend had been raving about this party for weeks, even mentioning how Rin is making an effort and attending with her. You did not want that to be ruined.

Plus, you got to have a drink with a hottie. Who were you to complain?

You sat him down in the bar area, taking a seat next to him.

"Order anything you want, it's on me" you told him.

"I should be the one to say that. The hell do you want from me anyway? I don't talk to press, so if you're waiting for a scoop, you're wasting your time" he sighed, looking at the bartender. "Actually, it's on me. A shot of tequila and a Screwdriver. You?"

You looked at the bartender, "double that, please."

Turning to Sae, you smiled. "I'm not looking for a scoop. There was obviously some unresolved feelings with your brother, and I know my best friend can be a bit oblivious to that. You looked bored, so I came to your rescue."

The redhead rolled his eyes, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. And for the record, I did not need saving."

The bartender returned and set the drinks in between you and Sae. He took the shot first, and you followed. It was obvious he didn't feel like talking about his failing relationship with his brother, especially not to someone he had met less than five minutes ago. So, you didn't push.

"So, you decided to come to an afterparty. How come? I'm a journalist, so I have been to plenty, and I've never seen you. What makes this one so special, Itoshi?"

"Cut the bullshit and call me Sae" he scoffed, "I was forced to come here."

Sae Itoshi was not a man of public appearances. He rarely ever attended afterparties, unless it was mandatory. He was also, an absolute disaster when it came to anything that was not football. An angel was sitting in front of him, and what came out of his mouth was trash. Fuck. Fuuuuck.

He took a sip of his drink. He needed to choose his words carefully.

"Tell me about yourself."

That came out like a demand, and Sae was internally cringing. He was thankful that you were not at all surprised, and went on to tell him about your job and interests. More drinks came and went, and Sae found himself amused by what you had to say. Turns out, you had taken Real Madrid's Communication Program, which linked you to him.

(He did not think he was very drunk until you told him that your favorite team was Manchester United, to which he pouted. Sae Itoshi. Real Madrid's mid-fielder. Just pouted. In a room filled with hundreds of people. Because you liked Manchester United more than his team.)

He was interested in you. Attractive, smart, and nice. You did not seem to like him for his fame, for his money, or for a scoop. To him, you were a breath of fresh air. For once, his brother wasn't some lukewarm vomit. Instead, he brought his girlfriend, who led him to you. Would he verbally thank them? No. Was he building a plan to make you his? Maybe.

The music got louder, which got your attention. You stood up, getting ahold of Sae's hand.

"Let's dance."

"Fuck no. I don't dance."

"Why? 'Cause you secretly suck?"

"Is this a challenge?"

You laughed as he stood up, walking hand in hand with you to the 'dance floor'. It was crowded, to say the least. People were talking, drunks were dancing, and it was as if there was no room for anyone. Sae sighed as he continued walking, his hand still holding yours. He took you to a secluded corner, where he thought no one could disturb the both of you.

He did not know how grateful he was supposed to feel, because as soon as you had reached the corner, a love song started to play. It was the type of love song one would hear on the radio, and was clearly made just for sales. Still, you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Come on, let's dance. Just once."

He sighed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to you. In return, he snaked his arms around your waist, swaying you both to the rhythm.

Sae would never admit that he was enjoying himself. He liked how your figure fit perfectly with his. He took this as an opportunity to analyze every detail that could be admired in the shitty lighting in which you two stood under. You had mesmerizing eyes, the cutest nose, and your lips—oh, your lips. He found himself staring at them constantly, because they looked so...

...kissable. He wondered what they tasted like.

To have the Sae Itoshi this close to you meant that you could admire every feature that made his face so heavenly. His green eyes looked surreal, and you noticed he had tiny freckles scattered around his nose and cheeks from playing football in the sun.

Without thinking, you peck the tip of his nose, followed by his right cheek, then his left. He quirked a brow as he felt your lips on his skin. God, they felt so good. His self-control was slowly, but surely, fading.

"I'm sorry, you—you have freckles" you giggled, "they're cute."

"I do. And you... you..."

He leaned in, and you could feel his hot breath on your lips. He would be lying to himself if he said he was not desperate. He could not think anymore, let alone complete a sentence. He wanted something, and badly.

"Fuck."

His lips met yours for a kiss, and Sae Itoshi thought he had reached heaven. Your lips tasted citrusy, as did his. He placed his hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you brought him closer to you. His touch was addicting.

Sae softly pinned you against the wall, even slightly raising his leg so that you were sitting on his thigh. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling some strands here and there. He gasped, which allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth.

He pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip. Sae moved on to your neck, nibbling and placing small kisses. Your phone buzzed, so you took it out to see who texted.

"Who is it?" Sae asked, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Unlocking your phone, you replied. "My best friend. She's leaving and wanted to say goodbye."

"She can fuck off. You're mine."

You're... his?

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gimmethemaneskin · 9 months

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Put Me In A Movie (Mickey Altieri Smut)

The deafening silence of the lecture hall was interrupted by the sound of my heels clacking down the steps, stopping once I arrived at the desk in the front of the room. Mickey had told me to meet him here so he could help me study for our exam on how movies influence culture and vice versa. With his extensive knowledge of movies, I thought he’d be the best to help me find the best references. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s nice to look at.

“Looks like I beat him here.” I whisper to myself, smoothing my short skirt over my butt to take a seat on the edge of the desk. I pull out my notebook and my notes from our last class, trying to seem like I had somewhat of an outline and not that he’s very much going to be helping write this essay. I hear the door slam as his voice echoes throughout the large room.

“Sorry! I got held up after class, there was something I had to take care of.” Mickey hustles down the stairs, panting slightly like he just ran across campus to get here.

“No worries, I haven’t been here long.” I glance him up and down quickly, so he doesn’t notice. Damn, how does he always looks so good? His tight black short sleeve clung to his chest with sweat, his purple button down discarded exposing his muscular arms. His hair tousled excessively, from him running his hands through it so often. Lips plump from his teeth repeatedly assaulting them. I watch them part as he starts talking about something but I’m too focused on what they would feel like against mine or..other places that I have to blink and shake myself out of it. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Wow! Your attention span is amazing! I don’t know why you even need my help with this project.” He feigns enthusiasm while rummaging through his bag for his notes.

“Ha ha ha. You know, I think Randy’s around. Im sure he’d be happy to help.” I hop off the desk and move to walk past him, but he grabs my bicep and squeezes lightly. I feel the breath gasp from my lips and pray he couldn’t hear it.

“Yeah. By the time he stops tripping over his words and staring at your boobs, you might end up with a half decent paper.” He steps closer, looming down at me, still holding my arm. “Or you could have an amazing paper and a much better piece of eye candy.” He lets me go and steps back, gesturing to his body while wiggling his eyebrows at me. God, he’s so corny.

“Alright, you’re a bit overdressed for how I usually like my eye candy but you’ll do.” I brush past him and take a seat in the front pew. I wonder if he can tell how desperate I am to get him out of his clothes. If he’s caught on, he’s doing a horrible job at making me pay attention to his words. Stepping up to the desk, he slides his hand up the front of his shirt revealing his happy trail, his toned, tan stomach, all the way to his chest. He playfully unveils a nipple before pulling the shirt down with mock embarrassment. I smirk and roll my eyes, crossing my legs to apply pressure to my clit that’s already throbbing in between my legs. The horniness in my brain has completely overshadowed whatever reasoning I had left when I utter “Why don’t we play a game instead?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “What kind of game?” The kind where you absolutely rail me.

“Well since I know your dick is always hard when it comes to horror movies, why don’t we play some trivia, with a twist. You describe a killer and I have to guess the film. If I get one right, then you have to lose a piece of clothing. If I lose-”

“Oh, I can see where this is heading.” He cuts me off, staring intently at me from where he’s leaning on the desk. He pushes off after a moment of us just looking into each others eyes. He grasps the seat I’m in on either side and leans in to my face like he’s gonna kiss me. He pants out his breath slightly, so close I could lick his face. I feel myself leaning in unconsciously, when he says “You’re on.” and goes back to staring at his notes. He faces me, looking very serious.

“This killer only uses a knife and doesn’t say a word.”It doesn’t take me long with my answer.

“Easy. Michael Myers, Halloween.” He claps, winking at me before pulling his shirt over his head. He tosses it at me and I grab it, placing it on the chair next to me.

“Alright, this killer…” He trails, racking his brain for a good one.“This killer has mommy issues.”

“You’re letting me win at this point, Norman Bates.” I bite my lip, ready for my eyes to feast on more of his skin. He imitates a buzzer noise.

“Nope, wrong. It was Jason Voorhees.” He gestures to my blouse, ready to see some of my skin.

“That’s not fair, how would I have gotten that?”

“Hey, I didn’t come up with the game to avoid my responsibilities.” He turns his head while smirking at me. I sigh, standing to start unbuttoning my top. He licks his bottom lip, instinctively as I get lower. I thank myself for actually wearing a cute bra today instead of no bra like usual, but I know I was already fantasying about this moment since he agreed to help me. I pull the fabric out from my skirt where it was tucked in and toss it with his shirt next to me. I feel a sense of confidence wash over me as he takes in my figure. Striding up next to him, I take a seat back on the desk. Crossing my legs making my skirt ride up higher on my thigh.

“Well?” He blinks a few times and clears his throat, continuing the little game.

“This killer is from another dimension and feeds on fear.” I laugh, he really isn’t trying at all.

“Pennywise the dancing clown, otherwise known as IT.” I reach out a hand and tap the button on his pants. “What’re you waiting for, Mickey?” I bring my voice down while leaning toward him. He contemplates taking them off before looking back at me.

“Ya know, it would probably be bad if we got caught in here. Not wearing clothes. Someone might get the wrong idea. I mean, this is a study session after all.” He places his hands on either side of me again, while I uncross my legs so he can stand between them. I decide I've been teased enough and run my hands up his hips to his chest. His eyes flutter closed as I move to drag my hands down the length of his arms to his wrists. He quickly grabs me instead, holding my wrists together in front of me like I’m cuffed. I watch as his eyes pan up my body slowly, lingering on my chest for a moment before looking back into my eyes from under his lashes. I pull my hands from his grasp to cradle his face, bringing his ear to my lips to whisper,

“If you’re so scared, go lock the door and pull the curtain.” He looks for any sign I’m joking before turning heel and jogging towards the back of the room. He glances back to smirk at me momentarily, causing him to trip up the stairs and I can’t help the loud cackle I let out before clamping my hand over my mouth. He finally makes it to the top, looking both ways out the door before lightly closing and locking it, pulling the shade firmly down and turning the shades on the other windows beside it as well. Luckily, its a Friday so most of the staff and students had already gotten the fuck out of here and the few loiterers would most likely be on their way out too. Mickey takes the steps two at a time, undoing his pants as he does. Once he reaches me, he puts his hand behind my neck and kisses me fiercely. His lips soften after a moment, parting to lick across mine. I push my tongue against his as he envelopes my mouth, his free hand grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the table. He pulls back, panting and slides his hands up the outside of my thighs, pushing my skirt up then pulling my thong down. I lift up to slip them off, watching as he shoves them into his pocket. I tilt my head to the side, raising a brow at him.

“What? I don’t want any evidence left and forgotten.” He lays his palm on my chest, pushing me to lay on my back. Lowering himself to his knees, he spreads my legs further apart. His hands rest on my inner thighs as he rubs circles with his thumbs absentmindedly. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss right above my clit before pulling away sharply. I recoil, wondering if he heard something. “Wait! I need to grab something.” He runs over to his bag, moving things around rapidly. He grabs one thing, begins to leave before reaching in again and returning to his kneeling position in front of me. He places the first item, a condom, on the table next me and takes the second item in both of his hands, presenting it to me.

“A camera?” I ask, not as if I don’t know what a camera looks like but wondering what exactly he’s trying to film.

“Better. A video camera.” He says, giddily. “I wanna make a movie with you.” He whispers against my lips, pulling my bottom lip with his teeth, looking at me for an answer.

“I think you take your major a bit too seriously sometimes.” I flick my tongue against his lips, which he parts to devour my mouth, cupping my head as if I’d pull away.

“ ’S that a yes?” He pants, before replacing his mouth so I don’t get a chance to respond. I finally undo his pants, sliding my hand against the ridge of his hip bone and lower. Taking his almost fully hard cock in my hand, I slowly begin stroking the head, smearing his precum around and the noise that escapes him makes me clamp my legs around the back of his toned thighs.

“As long as this isn’t apart of your grade, I’m down.” I pant when he finally pulls back. The speed at which he sets up the camera could give cheetahs a run for their money. He positions it so its focused on him between my legs. He looks up through his lashes again, smirking that somewhat menacing, but overall arousing, smirk at me. Mickey wastes no more time, licking up my pussy to my clit, flicking the tip up and down roughly before taking it into his warm, wet mouth. He moans into my skin, sucking harder as he pulls back and lets go with a pop. He continues to lick through my labia, dipping his tongue into my hole, only the tip at first then plunging the whole thing inside me. The feeling of his warm tongue jabbing up into my g spot while he brings two of his fingers to my clit makes me bite down on my lip hard. If I hadn’t already been so horny, I could’ve let him do this forever. However, Mickey is also overeager and his quick motions and intensity on my clit is building my orgasm faster than I expected. I grip his hair from the root, tugging a bit hard. “Mickey, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He pulls his tongue out, slowing the circles he’s rubbing on my clit.

“Well, I can’t have that. Not yet.” He removes his hands from me completely, looking into my eyes as he brings his fingers covered in my wetness to my mouth. Moving the camera to make sure its capturing everything, he pushes them past my parted, panting lips and I close them, now running my tongue up and down the underside of them and rolling it around the tips so he can imagine what he has in store for him. Mickey’s hazel eyes glimmer in the light of the midday sun coming in through the cracks of the curtains behind the desk I’m perched on, the hunger in them more evident than the bulge in his pants. My horny brain will never be able to forget how his face looks, half cast in shadow, half glowing in the sunlight as he pulls his pants down past his hip bones, his dick bouncing up as his toned legs come into my view. I firmly grab him, swiping my thumb over his slit before slowly pumping while twisting my wrist. He leans forward to kiss me roughly, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. I fight against him for a minute, wanting to prolong the kiss as well as enjoying the sting on my scalp. Our mouths part with a loud pop from the way he was sucking on my bottom lip. He pushes me to lay back on the desk a second time, he then makes his way around the desk and positions my head over the edge of the desk. He leans down close to my face.

“Open your mouth.” He states and I feel a flood of wetness between my thighs. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue to which Mickey groans. He purses his lips and spits into my mouth, his warm saliva dripping down my tongue into my throat. “Don’t swallow it.”

He stands again, grasping his dick in his hand, he taps the tip to my lips twice before I part them. Immediately he slides into my mouth, pushing as far as he can go before I gag. I start to add suction as he repeatedly thrusts into my throat, treating me like the whore I am, keeping my tongue out so I can slide it against his balls occasionally. He places his hand on my throat as he slowly starts to push further into my throat. I hold my breath as I feel his dick twitch against where he has his hand around my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I hum in response, making Mickey roll his eyes back in pleasure. I clench my legs together, throbbing at the lack of friction I’m receiving while looking at the aroused distress on Mickey’s face. He pulls out almost all the way, my lips contracting around his tip to trap it in my mouth. I begin flicking my tongue against his frenulum before swirling it around a few times and sucking it further into my mouth.

“Goddamn, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” He pulls back, taking a step so he can look at my red face, covered in mine and his spit.

“Well, I can’t have that.” I use his words from earlier as I flip myself around to face him, standing up. I lean in to kiss him and he leans as well, before quickly turning me around and bending my over the desk. His chest presses to my back as he whispers in my ear “Im gonna destroy you, baby.” With that, he starts to push his swollen head into my wet entrance. Even with so much foreplay, its a tight fit. He’s a decent length, about 8 inches if I’m correct but the thickness of his cock is what’s stretching me in such a delicious way. I can feel my walls give way finally as his tip fully penetrates me, widening just enough to accommodate him. He huffs out a breath as he continues to fit himself inside me, pulling out slightly as he gets to about halfway then sliding back in further than before. He repeats this until he pushes his hips forward all the way, his balls lightly slapping against my clit, which is enough to make me clamp down on him. As I do, his hands grip into the skin of my shoulders, stabilizing himself before he pulls back and slams back in. Mickey’s barely moved and I can already tell that I’m not gonna last. His pace quickens, fucking my pussy open so he can slip in and out more easily. I hear the loud smack of his hand coming down on my ass cheek, the sting coming a moment after causing a new flood of wetness to gush down his dick, dripping down my thighs. Mickey realizes the affect it had so he does it again to the opposite cheek this time, alternating two more times on each side before groping my ass in his palms, his big hands moving with ease over my rapidly reddening skin. At this point, my ears are deaf to the noises slipping past my lips, consumed only in the feeling of Mickey’s skin slapping mine. I reach a hand down between my legs to cup his balls in my hand, isolating each one and lightly rolling them between my fingers. I feel them tighten as I go, clearly making it difficult for Mickey not to cum. He wraps his hand around my throat once more, pulling my body flush against him. Pressing a chaste kiss to my jaw, he then turns me around to face him again. I sit on the desk as he guides me to do so, legs still spread as far as is comfortable. The new position makes me moan unconsciously as he pushes back in, hoisting one of my legs into the crook of his arm to get deeper. He thrusts hard into my g spot, making me grip onto his forearms with my nails digging into his flesh. The half hiss half groan he lets out alerts me that he’s also getting off on the pleasure of the pain. I pull his face back to mine so I can taste him while he fucks into me at debilitating pace, each time hitting my g spot and making me clench around him harder. I know he can tell I’m close because he speeds up, pumping into me so rapidly I can’t help but cum without warning. A gush of cum begins to coat him, making it easier to ram into me harder and faster as his own orgasm builds. He pulls out of me suddenly to turn me the long way on the desk, crawling on top of me and immediately resuming his assault on my coochie. He holds my legs back, bent towards my face as he slows down to watch his dick slowly disappear inside me, pulling out agonizingly slow, then pushing back in inch by inch. He leans down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the bud before clamping his teeth around it and biting down, pulling up at the same time as he starts to pound me harder than before. My hands instinctively grip the sides of the desk for leverage, my head scraping along the edge each time he plows his cock fully into my fluttering walls. I watch his eyes roll back as he brings his fingers back to my clit, sending a new wave of pleasure through me. I reach up to squeeze my titties as he matches the pace on my clit to his hips driving into me. The bruises from his hip bones will be so worth it tomorrow. Something snaps in him as he gets closer, pushing my legs back as far as they’ll go while he grips my thighs harshly. His pace most definitely the fastest its been as his cock splits me open, the skin around my vagina expanding to his will. I feel myself begin to shake as my orgasm creeps up, clenching and unclenching around Mickey wildly before I whimper “Fuck, Mickey I’m gonna cum.” Just uttering the words makes me arch my back into the pleasure overcoming me, cumming so hard it makes his thrusts stutter, my pussy so tight he can barely continuing obliterating me. He grabs onto my left tit with one hand, the other squeezing my hip like a python as he mutters out “Uhh, I’m gonna..-FUCK.” He pulls out fast, pumping his cock only twice before his hot cum is splattered all over my chest and stomach, some landing in the ends of my hair. He falls forward onto my chest, groaning so deliciously as he grinds down into me. His dick sliding across my stomach, smearing his seed around. He stands, much to my dismay and clears his throat.

“I hope this study sesh helped you understand things better cause I sure know a lot more now than I did entering this hall.” He says as he uses a tissue to wipe me off, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the top of my thigh.

“Oh yes, I feel so much more confident about the assignment now.” I pant out, still trying to compose myself. He quickly puts his pants back on then tosses me my blouse and skirt. Once we quickly redress I start to talk as does Mickey.

“Go ahead.” He laughs with sigh. I clear my throat, thinking my words over.

“I was just gonna say, I do also need help in biology. If you're free tomorrow night, you could come by my dorm so we can…study.” I cast my eyes down, not wanting to meet his eyes in case he’s not a fan of this being more than a one time thing. I see him step towards me as he says “We don’t need an excuse for me to fuck you stupid if its in your own dorm.” I chuckle along with Mickey as I shake my head. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He snatches the camera off the table and stops the recording. “I’ll be needing this for when I’m going to bed tonight.”

#mickey altieri #mickey altieri smut #scream #scream 2

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sagisatoru · 9 months

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preview of a thing im writing rn!!!

Summer's almost over, and I'm thinking of meeting Satoru on vacation and thinking he's just like all the guys who hit on you back home. He's funnier and hotter, but is he a better fuck? A better personality? You're not so sure. You first meet in the hotel lobby, waiting in line to check into your room. You're standing in line with the rest of your friends when you catch a tall, white-haired figure in your periphery. There's nothing better to do while you wait, you figure, and the whole point of a vacation is to have fun, right? Why not stare a little if there's a view.

So you do— just some harmless (obvious) side-eyeing— and god, are you glad you did. Glowing locks, piercing cerulean eyes, skin like white gold. You swear the man is an angel. This one, you think to yourself, smirking as you toy with the idea of walking over to the male and introducing yourself. Daydreams of what you'd say to him are cut short when Satoru meets your discreet gaze and starts walking directly toward you.

Shit. How did he know you were staring at him? How long were you even staring?

All thoughts of panic are silenced completely when Satoru finally crosses the space between the two of you directly in front of you now as he looks down. You raise your eyes to meet his nervously, fearing a not-so-happy confrontation over your ogling. Talk about vacation ruined. Before you can speak up for yourself, Satoru is opening his mouth.

"Like what you see?" he asks, teasing you, and you can feel your face warm in embarrassment. Did he come all the way over to say that? Your friends up ahead in line look back curiously, one of them mouthing to you, "Who's the hottie?"

"I'm sorry, I swear I'm usually not this obvious--"

"You sure? I almost asked you to take a picture," the male jokes, cutting your apology short. You almost wince at the comment, still embarrassed, but you're willing to see how far he wants to go with this.

"Well, it's not every day I see guys like you just out and about," you say casually, trying to seem cool. You don't want to scare him off, but you do want him to know you're interested in whatever he's about to offer.

"And what's different about me?" he presses, leaning into your space more for emphasis. He was close before, but now you can nearly feel how much taller than you he is. The scent of his cologne sends your head spinning.

One of your friends "ooh"s in amusement, and you jab her slightly with an elbow, praying the man in front of you ignores it. Thankfully, he says nothing, but you watch the grin on his face grow wide. You decide to throw all caution to the wind. You're shy, not stupid.

"I dunno. You gonna let me find out?" you ask cutely, throwing your own form of teasing Satoru's way. The male laughs out loud now, clearly amused with the effort you're putting up. It's not much, he thinks, but you're cute. He can work with it.

"How long you stayin' for, babe?" Too soon, he worries, but the way your eyes light up at the pet name tells him you're more eager than he thought. This could be fun.

"About a week. Think I can win you over?" you shoot back. Satoru smirks and takes a napkin from its holder on a coffee table nearby. You think he's writing his number down but frown when he gives you a tissue with only three digits and the name 'Gojo' scribbled on it.

Before you can question him, he says coolly, "Come visit. You can get a closer look next time." Your jaw nearly drops in shock.

You stutter out a quiet "Okay" as your friends surround you in a huddle of giggles, eyes blinking as Satoru walks away with another man with black hair, arm slung around his shoulder. You can't help but stare again as he walks away, the check-in line long forgotten. As if he knows you're looking, Satoru throws a peace sign, long fingers wiggling as he shoots you a wink over his shoulder.

The second time you run into Satoru is the next day, lounging by the pool.

You're relaxing on one of the chairs, soaking in the sunshine as you listen to your friends gossip about a hot lifeguard. A sunhat covers your eyes, but you can sense someone coming to stand over you. Suddenly the conversation goes quiet, and you lift the brim of your hat to find none other than the angel. He's grinning down at you, cheeks tinted light pink.

Your eyes trail over his body before you speak, and he lets you stare. He's wearing a loose white button-down that frames his muscular chest perfectly, sleeves rolled to show off his thick forearms. Dark blue swim trunks are worn below a faint trail of fine white hairs and a deep v-line.

A throat clearing interrupts your examination before you can think about where that happy trail leads. "Thought you were gonna come visit me last night, angel."

You muster your brightest smile for the godly being above you. "I should be calling you that," you quip, to which Gojo gasps playfully, "and it's more fun if I keep you guessing." The male returns your smile, slightly hungrier, which you don't fail to notice.

"Then I guess you wore this little number for me? Hope I'm right," he coos, a lilt in his voice. You bite on your bottom lip, and you can't help but smile harder. He's right; you brought more than one swimsuit, but you did pick this one specifically, hoping you'd run into each other. It's a strappy blue two-piece with a metal heart-shaped ring connecting the bra and cute bows on your hips.

The color reminded you of his eyes, and seeing him in that outfit makes your stomach turn with a sense of possession. If the two of you were alone, no doubt onlookers would assume you were one of those couples who try to coordinate outfits. The idea makes your skin feel hot, and you pray Satoru can't see your expression falter.

Of course, he does. "Ahh," he muses, holding a fist to his chest like you've shot his heart. "And I almost thought you didn't want to see me."

#this is all ive got so far....#im a little nervous about the tone being too casual but also this is a fanfic .#i can tell it's going to be lengthy #this is just barely 1k and I'm debating making it like a full fic or just a little thing #definitely will be smutty tho i have a plan #satoru ! ⋆ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ #gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo fic #wip #jjk fic

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make-me-your-animal · 1 year

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Part 8: Love pleads

By the time they had to go to the venue for the show they had that night, everyone knew what had happened, or they at least knew Gemma wasn't talking to phil.

Phil was trying everything. He tried talking to her in the hallway outside the dressing room. He had Steve deliver three notes to which the women tore up and threw away before Steve refused to bring anymore. He even managed to get her a large bouquet of white calla lillies and a box of chocolates. Those she let sit on the vanity as she got ready for the show. She was trying hard to act like nothing was the matter.

Her performance wasn't up to par, but that was expected. If anyone outside of the bands asked, she would chalk it up to playing in the round for the first time and jet lag. When she got off stage, she was greeted by the normal crowd of crew members and others. She was handed a towel and a note in exchange for her bass. She thanked the crew member before shoving the peice of neatly folded paper into her pocket. Phil was nowhere to be seen. Sav and steve were already greeting their lovers. Even Joe was conversing with Harper. Rick was avoiding both her and Bex, so phil had to be around somewhere. Maybe he got the hint that she didn't want to see him.

When it was time for def leppard to go on stage, she watched him appear from some dark corner and join Steve at the stairs waiting for their cue. She didn't stick around to watch him play like normal. She found her own dark corner to sulk quietly in. She opened the note.

'My love,

I'm sorry i hurt you. Please let me explain

-phil'

Gemma rolled her eyes and threw the note down, stomping it under the heel of her foot.

About half way through the leppard set, a young man joined her in her quiet little space, asking to sit with her.

He was tall with dark hair cut short. He was young too, no older than 23.

"Sure," she shrugged, trying not to snort at the fact that he was wearing a def leppard shirt. "Fan of the band?" She asked after he gave her a questioning look.

"Yeah def leppards great, I've been following them since high n dry. your guys record really rocks too, " He stated, sitting next to her on the stadium floor. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and offered one to her. She took it, flicking her lighter lighting both hers and his.

" Thank you," she said, not sure if it was for the compliment or the cigarette.

"You played really well tonight," the man lied right through his teeth. He was almost giddy. He was just trying to be sweet, and that bugged her. She didn't want sweet. She wanted honest.

"Thank you," she said a little more dryly than she would have liked.

"Im sorry. Did i say something to upset you?" The man asked.

"No," she felt bad for being short with him. It wasn't the mans fault she was caught up on a man who didn't love her. She really needed to get phil off her mind. "Wanna join me back at my hotel room tonight?"

He looked a little taken back by her bluntness, but a smile spread across his face. "Sure... I'm Ryan, by the way."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ryan."

Phil sat across the backstage area, watching Gemma flirt with some groupie. He was beyond jealous even though he really didn't have the right to be. He tried catching her gaze several times with no success.

When she leaned over and whispered something in the dudes ear, her hands resting on the mans chest, phil felt his blood starting to boil. He watched her giggle and bat her eyes. She was trying to pull this bloke, and it was pissing him off.

"It's your own fault, mate," Steve stated, handing him a cup. Amaya stood right next to him, glaring slightly at phil. He couldn't blame her for that. He hurt her best friend.

Phil drank the contents of the cup, no questions asked. It was only water Steve knew better than to give him anything different. Phil still felt slightly disappointed by this discovery. "What are you drinking?" Phil asked, praying for it to be vodka.

Steve looked down at his cup then, too, the blonde drummer at his side. "Sorry, only water. Aparently, it's good for me"

"It is," Amaya stated, kissing Steve's cheek sweetly. "Maybe you should have thought about this before opening your mouth, hmm?" She gestured to Gemma.

Phil just hummed, training his eyes back on Gemma. He tried to tune out the couple that sat next to him. Amaya was right. As frustrating as it was to watch Gemma with another man, he did it to himself.

Suddenly, gemma said something to the man and got up headed out into the hall. Phil followed her without thinking, slipping into the bathroom after her locking the door so no one walked in on their conversation.

Gemma looked up in the mirror when the lock clicked. Her face shifted from shock to distaste. "Sorry mate, I'm not in the mood to blow ya," she hissed, going back to fixing her hair.

" no Gemma that's not why I'm here"

"Good. Cause I already have a man to give me what I want tonight"

Phil Winced slightly at that. "Gem, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier"

Her eyes softened slightly as his voice broke, but then they returned to their cold glare.

"Then what did you mean? 'I don't want this to be anymore then what it is' you don't want a relationship that's fine but I'm not gonna be your fucking bedwarmer. God i sound like fucking bex."

"Gemma, please, I didn't mean what I said. i love you"

"No, you don't," she scuffed, applying a pink lipstick.

"I do"

"No phil you don't. There's a difference between love and lust"

Phil cleared the space between them quickly and turned her around by her waist, pulling her flush against his chest and kissing her. Gemma balled her hands into his hair. He was surprised that she kissed back even if she was aggressive about it.

Phil just let her words weren't working. Maybe actions would. He let her tug harshly at his hair. Let her dig her nails into the back of his neck. Let her bite his lip harshly.

Phil groaned as she pulled away only to shove him against the wall and mold their bodies together again. She was still writing her heels from the concert, making her tower over him more than normal. That aspect alone made kissing Gemma different than kissing any other bird.

He gave complete control over to her. Letting her do whatever she pleased. Everything was rough. Her hands slipped under his shirt just so she could rake her nails down his sides. It stung like a bitch causing phil to hiss.

She showed all her emotions with her mouth and hands. Phil would be a liar if he said he didn't find it hot. Gemma knew it, too. She trailed her lips down his neck, biting hard where his neck and shoulder met. She trailed her lips back up towards his ear.

"You really thought this would work, hmm?" She purred. "Really thought that if you could get me to shag you, I'd forgive you?"

"No," phil swallowed, trying to think with his brain, not his boner. "But I thought maybe if you worked off some of your aggression, then maybe we could actually talk like adults"

It was over just as fast as it began, and Gemma tore away from him. Her lipstick was smudged, and phil was sure that the pink tint was probably smeared all over his lips. "Your fucking ridiculous you can't fix everything with sex"

"You weren't listening to words," He stated, panting slightly. He was almost positive she had drawn blood on the back of his neck.

"I'm listening to you. It just doesn't matter!"

"Why doesn't it matter? What the fuck do you want?!" Phil yelled.

"Comitment phil! All I want is you to be a little bit more committed to me. I know that's a fucking scary thing but that's life. You have to weight the risks and ovibously I'm not worth the risk"

"I want to try! I want to commit to a relationship. Please let me love you"

"You love my body, phil. You love the way I let you fuck me. You don't love me" she hissed looking in the mirror a final time. She fixed her lipstick for the second time in a 5 minute span before unlocking the bathroom door.

"Wait, Gemma," she stopped but didn't turn around. She waited a second but phil didn't know what to say. She looked over her shoulder at him before walking out.

#this is hurting my soul #def leppard fan fiction #def leppard fanfic

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 (teaser)

nonidol!chenle x fem!reader

premise. you and chenle fell hard and fast. but chenle's been hiding something from you, and he'll try his damnedest to keep it that way. but no matter hard he may try, the truth always finds a way to be revealed. and that just may cost him everything.

genre. not exactly slow burn, fluff!, angst!!, s2l, arranged marriage au later, college basketball star!chenle, richkid!chenle problems, college au, theaterkid!reader

inspired by. my short fics: the distraction + call me; when she loved me (cover by lyn lapid)

estimated wc. currently at 16k, so maybe 20k+

release date. IT'S OUT NOW!! HEHE

permanent taglist: @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @johlee @justanotherkpopstanlol @frickyratz @liamsholygrail @staysstrays @w3bqrl

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX 500 WORDS)

In a few minutes, you had hustled your way out into the lobby and up the stairs to where the balcony for stage left was located. You knew that Chenle must already be waiting there for you, judging from the texts you saw light up your phone screen.

zhong: paging nurse to patient

zhong: i'm incredibly bored w/o my seatmate

zhong: nurse, i'm gonna need someone's hand to hold to get thru this

You snorted, covering your mouth sheepishly as you passed an older couple.

you: heels and velvet covered stairs do not go well

you: patience is a virtue

zhong: i just miss u 🤨 isn't that a virtue

You were already coming up on the doorway leading to the furthest balcony to the left. The usher at the door recognized you as the general stage manager, nodded and let you through. Even in your dark blue evening gown and fancy getup, you could still be recognized, which was reassuring. You definitely felt like you had overdone it.

The balcony was dark and relatively empty. There were a few couples scattered about the rows of seats, but you walked toward the lone form seated near the edge.

"You know, it was kind of embarrassing to walk in without a da—holy shit."

Chenle had twisted around in his seat only to find you making your way toward him in that dress. Well, to you, it was a dress. But to Chenle, it was the dress. The one he had subtly sent to Felix, who had sent it to Karina, who had sent it to you. It was quite the simple transaction, really, but god damn.

He thought you would look good, but he didn't think you would look this good. Like drop dead, fucking gorgeous. If he wasn't sitting, he might have dropped to his knees and prayed. Because what in the world had he done in his previous life to deserve meeting someone like you?

Of course, you were completely unaware of the purely simp thoughts running amuck in Chenle's head; you were only aware of the fact that he looked really handsome in his tux and that he was staring an awful lot.

"Hey," you said, settling in the seat next to him. "Is there, uh, something on my face?"

"Beauty," he said, almost on instinct, then cringed. "Sorry, that was the absolute worst."

You laughed, actually finding it funny. "No, that was good," you reassured with a very convincing nod of your head. "Renjun says hello. I had to go calm him before he started pacing. Hope you weren't waiting long."

Chenle nodded in understanding. "Ah, makes sense. No, I wasn't waiting long." He smiled at you. "Just couldn't wait to see you."

Flustered and flattered, you reached for his hand, lacing them over the arm rest between you. "Couldn't wait to see you, too. You clean up very nicely, Lele."

His lips parted, and you could've sworn his cheeks blushed a hard red. "Sorry, what?"

"Lele? You don't like the nickname—?"

"No, please—" he cleared his throat, hand squeezing yours lightly. "I—it's fine."

You grinned. You just made Zhong Chenle flustered. "Whatever you say, Lele. Anyway, thank you for coming tonight to see the show."

He regained composure quickly, to his credit. His thumb gently ran over your linked fingers. "Wouldn't miss it." For once, he couldn't choke out the words to tell you how beautiful you looked.

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