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mulansaucey · 1 year

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Bat Wives Wine Night - 2

AZRIEL X READER (SMUT)

Thank you for all the feedback, hearing how much you guys liked it means so much to me. This part is very steamy so please enjoy. I kept this as reader’s POV because I’m so swamped with work right now I dont have time to switch POVs. My request is open so if you want me to write something for you, I’d be more than happy. I’m still figuring how I’m gonna start writing more so bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

WARNINGS: Alch use, P in V, oral sex, semi public sex, fingering, BDSM vibes/dynamic, sex under the influence but consensual, established relationship and boundaries.

Shit. We were finally caught. It looked kind of absurd, six people standing in a semi circle completely still with raunchy, erotic music booming hard in the background. I feel a talon poking at my shields and I at first thought it was Rhys ready to tell me off and get my ass out of here but instead it was darling Feyre.

“Bathroom.”

Didn’t have to tell me twice. I go to move but the shadow firmly wraps around each of our legs, cementing us to the floor. I narrowed my eyes at Azriel and the shadows, soothing shadows wrap around my arms like an apology.

“I gotta piss!” I scream out, not only did I actually have to piss but I needed an excuse to go somewhere quiet and try to sober up to explain to my mate why I was getting wasted without telling him where I was. Cass grins and starts cackling, the first bat boy to break. He goes over to Nesta immediately finding his place within her arms, lips already on her neck. She struggles to contain a moan, by now Az relents his shadows.

He walks towards me with an amused expression, “That was quite a show up there.” He said, gesturing to the stunt I pulled on the table. He wrapped his arms around me while I hid in his shoulder. I’m blushing furiously by now.

“I can explain, just let me sober up a bit in the bathroom first.” I go to grab Nesta, seeing her making out with Cass, peeling them off each other. I make my way to Feyre giggling in Rhys neck. Once I gather both girls we stumble into the surprisingly empty bathroom and just sit. Not the cleanest surface but honestly we just need a minute to process. I take the time to actually pee, moving back to the floor once I get done washing my hands (A/N PLEASE WASH YOUR HANDS).

“I’m a little relieved but a little sad we got caught.” Feyre says, resting the back of her head against a stall, Nesta leaning hers on the sink to my right. I give a nod but smile looking at them both. The shit we got up to has been great and I think we accomplished what we needed these past years. Drunk me is nostalgic so I open my mouth to reminisce on a night out a few months back.

“Remember one night we snuck out to Day Court to party with Helion?” We can’t help but laugh. Nesta adds, “Of course I do, he made us lift him up during a keg stand. His thighs were huge, felt like I was holding a beef cake.” I cackle at the memory of helping a High Lord do something so absurd.

“My favorite is when Y/N tried to dance battle a sentry, never knew you could do the splits.” Feyre gasping at the end of her sentence, not being able to hold in her laughter.

Nesta’s eyes brightened and she stood up. She pulled Feyre and I to our feet and said, “The fun has just begun now, let’s get out of here. Leave the boys to ponder.” I started giggling, the alcohol making me ten times more likely to agree to anything.

“Where would we go?” I ask, everything is closed and we can’t just bar hop the boys will eventually find us AGAIN.

“LET'S GO SEE AMREN!” Feyre squeals, she winnows us out before we can even agree. We pop up right in front of Amren’s apartment door. We knocked probably more than we should have. Amren’s pale but beautiful face is revealed.

“What do you want?” Straight to the point like she always is. We all smile brightly at her very unamused face.

“The boys caught us drinking so we ditched them to come see you.” I let out while giving my biggest puppy dog eyes that work on Azriel, not so much on Amren. She reluctantly opens up to let us through, not willing to close the door on her High Lady, being sisters with Feyre has its perks. We tumble in, getting comfortable in her living room.

“You can’t stay long, Varian comes over in an hour or two.” Amren says walking back to her room to clean up a bit. I just now notice she’s in her nice silk robe, with probably nothing underneath. The faelights are turned to a dark red, casting the apartment in a sensual vibe. They be fucking.

I then feel Azriel calling for me through the bond. I send back a reassuring push, to let him know I’m fine.

“Where are you?” his words echoing through me. I feel slightly bad so I answer back, “I’m at a friend's house, I’m fine.” I can feel him get annoyed and ask where I am. I just send another push of love and reassurance and ignore his calls. Will I regret it by the morning? Yes. I can already feel the spanks coming my way when he finds me. I’ve broken so many of his “rules”. They call it “funishment” for a reason.

Amren hands us each a glass of water and some bread to sober up.

“So, what the fuck are you guys doing here?” Amren asks, settling onto an armchair. We go into detail about our secret Wine Nights. The only sign of amusement from the short, scary woman was a smirk. “Well, you sure do give them a run for their money, girl.”

We spend the hour sipping on our water and gossiping with Amren, enjoying the chill of the night. “Sorry to burst your bubble, girl but your mate is asking if you’re here and I don’t plan on lying to my High Lord.” We all groan, not wanting to move from our spot.

“Plus Varian will be here any second and I do not care if you are here to see us fucking.” Amren lets out in a breathy laugh. That scrambles us to our feet fast. Not before snagging a bottle of Amren’s nice wine. We all leave to walk the streets until we get to almost the back of Velaris. Walking along the Sidra until it’s just docks and water. I feel a talon on my shields and judging from the looks on my friends faces I can tell Rhys is reaching out to all of us.

“You went to Amren’s? Are you guys serious right now? Tell me where you are, NOW.” Rhys almost shouts into our minds. I can tell Feyre relents and lets him know we’re towards the end of the city. Knowing the boys will be here any minute we admire the water. We’re all leaning on the rail and each other. Taking turns sipping on the red wine.

“I wanna swiiiiimmmmm” Feyre whines, she’s already taking off her shoes and I agree and go to start stripping. Nesta grabs my arm with a warning looking around to make sure nobody saw her sisters butt ass naked.

“We shouldn’t, what if someone sees us!” Nesta tries to whisper but it comes out more like a loud shout. I clamp my hand on her mouth, less gracefully than I liked.

“Shhhh! Come in, we will be fine, the water sounds soooo nice.” I say, going to take off my pants. We all strip down to our underwear, Fey and I wanted to be naked but we stayed in our panties and bra to appease Nesta’s worry. Of course my High Lady jumped in first, a loud splash echoed throughout the empty courtyard. I glance back to Nesta, I wink at her before cannonballing my way into the water. I return to the surface, smiling at Feyre. I wave Nesta into the water, and a third splash echoed. We all enjoy floating on our backs, looking up into the stars littering the sky.

*WHOOSH*

The distinct sound of flapping of wings. I hear three pairs of shoes touch down the wooden pier. I can feel the bond flow with relief that quickly follows by irritation from my mate. Seems like he didn’t appreciate having to track across Velaris to find me, drunk and floating in the back part of the Sidra.

“What the hell are you guys doing? Get out of there now, please!” Rhy’s silky voice reaches our ears. “We’ve been looking for you for hours!” Cass yells out. We finally sat up right in the water, taking a look at our exhausted mates.

“Well you found us!” I shout back. “Come in and join us, look at the stars, just chill for a minute.” I say more quietly which pisses my mate off even more.

“Get your ass out of the water before I drag you out of there.” Azriel’s voice never going above a shout, but his words are filled with tension nonetheless.

“Scared, boys? C’mon Cass, come join me.” Nesta almost purrs to her mate, throwing her soaking bra at his feet. She swims farther away to her right towards a small cluster of rocks. Well, there goes Nesta’s modesty. Looking around to see three clusters of rock, far away enough from us to have privacy but close enough to know what Nesta was thinking. I’m getting fucked in the river tonight.

Cassian looks at his brothers and takes off his shirt, Feyre and I start hooting at him to encourage our mates.

“Tits out, balls out, brothers.” Cass says as he drops his pants splashing in, swimming towards Nes. That man would follow her anywhere.

Azriel looks at me, waiting for me to swim to him. Honestly, I submit to him most of the time. Our dynamic naturally fell into that role. And as much as I love being Az’s good girl, being bad is much more fun. Rhys strips down, jumping and leading a giggling Feyre to a cluster of rocks towards my left. Leaving the middle and the farthest rocks to me, I swim back keeping eye contact with my mate. Every step further away from him, I feel the pulse of the bond pound harder in my chest, daring me to make my next move. I slide the straps of my bra down, his eyes never leaving mine. I take it off, letting my nipples perk up under the water, raising my chest a bit to throw it at him and maybe to tease him.

One thing about Azriel is he doesn't like to share and he doesn't like people seeing what’s his. Although his brothers are very much preoccupied with their own mates, I know he’s boiling with jealousy. He speaks through the bond, “Don’t make me come in there, I won’t play nice.”

I squeeze my thighs under the water and send a rush of arousal through the bond.

“I don't want nice.” I say back, out loud. His wings perk up in challenge before he starts stripping down, his tattoos showing against his beautiful tan skin. I hear him mutter under his breath, “I’m going to regret this.” He slowly sinks in, taking his god damn precious time while my friends are getting some sort of fucked on the the two sides of me. I can’t hear them but can see the tops of their heads from my distance. I hear enough water splashing to know they aren’t innocently playing in the water.

He just about reaches me when I jump back laughing loudly. I wasn’t done with this game yet, Azriel and I love the build up almost more than the actual sex. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he loves when I’ve been bad. He loves having an excuse to spank me red, to deny or give my pleasure. He firmly but gently grabs my wrist holding me to his chest and pushes us behind the rocks, ensuring no one can see us. He releases his shadows cocooning our sounds.

Az leans down his lips touching the shell of my ear, “You’ve been a bad girl, bunny. Not answering me when I called. Running to Amren’s of all places. Just know when I’m done with you here, I won’t be holding back at home.” He kisses my cheek, a sweet gesture as if his words didn’t promise me a world of pain and dizzying pleasure. His hand that practically dwarfs my body, gently feels up my side. When he reaches my throat his grip tightens pulling my chest flush to his, his lips crashing down on mine. His tongue dominates my mouth, my nipples rubbing against his skin in the most delicious way. This kiss wasn't nice, it was all consuming. It was claiming. My hands run through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I let out a moan as he tongues the hollow of my throat, sinking his teeth on my sweet spot behind my ear. He gives my inner thigh a spank, I yelp out in surprise as he chuckles. I’m already soaked, arousal flooding my senses. My craving for him can only be soothed with him deep inside me. My hand finds his godly cock, stroking him gently, “I want you, please.”

“Already begging for it and I’ve barely touched you, bunny.” he grunts out, I twist my hands around the head of his cock as he hisses from the sensation. He grabs my hand, twisting my body around while holding both hands behind my back.

“I’m doing the touching tonight. You had me worried baby, you know I don’t like being denied. Especially from you.” He presses open mouthed kisses along my spine, I can barely breathe by the time his mouth meets the flesh of my ass, he bites down. Hard. Likely leaving an imprint of his teeth, Illyrians are such territorial babies. He rips my underwear off, tearing it nearly in two.

I feel the rock against my cheek, the cold surface cooling my overheated body. Without warning, Az’s tongue sweeps through my arousal. He approves in a grunt, going right back into feast on me. I moan loudly, knowing the shadows are muffling my sounds. I just now notice his shadows are holding my arms together while Az grabs handfuls of my ass. Water drips down my back into his hair, making all of this so erotic. He switches between pulling my clit gently between his lips to full on lapping at it. He pushes his large finger into me making me push back against his face, he pushes me further into the rocks as he stands, still fucking me with his hand. He grabs a fistful of my hair, his lips on my ear. “Enjoy this, bunny because you won’t be cumming for the rest of the night.” His breath hot against my skin, he added two more fingers stretching me wide to take him later. At this point, I’m moaning shamelessly.

“Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Azriel.” I moan out his name, knowing just how riled up my mate gets hearing his name from my lips. He fucks me harder with his fingers, applying the smallest amount of pressure around my throat. His hard chest, flush against my back. It’s weirdly intimate for being in the gods damn river. I can feel the knot building in my stomach, I clench around his fingers and before I can cum he rips his hand away from my sex. I whine in protest.

“You’re soaking, bunny.” He says rubbing his almost painfully hard cock between my ass cheeks. He strokes his cock with the hand he pleasured me with, getting ready to absolutely rearrange my guts. I push my hips back, grinding on any part of him I can. “I don't think you want it enough though, you’re gonna have to beg for it. Say you’re sorry, bunny. Tell me how much you want it.” He purrs into my ear. I look over my shoulder, not caring how pathetic I look right now. Bent over a rock with my hands behind my back, whining for him.

“Please fuck me, Az. I’m sorry, I really am. Just please fuck me, I need you mate.” I knew pulling the mate card would get Azriel inside me quicker than lightning. And I was right, I could feel the head of his perfect cock push inside me. I moan at the feeling of the first stretch, no matter how many years have passed, I’ll never be tired of this feeling. Az lets out a small moan as he fully sheaths himself inside me. He rests his forehead on the top of my back and lets out another moan as I shift to get used to his size. “Fuuck” he whispers in pleasure. He’s never been one to make a lot of noise at all, so hearing any sound of pleasure from him made everything much more rewarding. He rises again, using one hand to hold my hands, the other around my hip. Promising a bruise the next day.

“You ready, bunny?” he asks me, the loving side of Azriel returning for a moment. He kisses my cheek sweetly as I nod, weakly, “Pleeeease…” I moan out. He chuckles as he pulls himself almost all the way out before thrusting hard. I moaned loudly this time. He chooses a harsh pace, barely giving me time to breathe before the next thrust. The water splashes around us, that sound mixed with Azriel’s grunting and hearing just how wet I am every time he thrusts in makes me feel almost embarrassed, almost. If it wasn't for how amazing I felt. I could feel the bond thrumming with lust. I was moaning out Azriel’s name when he slowed down just a bit, enough to slow down my orgasm that so badly wanted to burst.

“You look so good, bunny. You feel fucking amazing, this pretty little cunt was made for me.” He made a point to slowly grind into me, letting me hear the mess he was making at the apex of my thighs. The squelching sound made me blush. “Tell me how good you feel, bunny.” Az requested, then immediately returned to his harsh pace making my words sound jumbled and frantic.

“F-fuuck, I-I feel so good, yo-you make me feel good. Keep fucking me, pl-please.” I moan out, I have enough strength to meet his hips snapping into mine, Az lets out a deep groan. He snakes his hand to my clit, giving it the attention I very much desired. I start yelling out his name at the added stimulation. At this point we let our desire control us, fucking into each other like it was the last time we have the chance to. The tension builds in my stomach and I start clenching down on his cock, Az lets out another deep groan.

“Yeah, bunny. Come all over my cock, fuck me til you’re hoarse.” He grits through his teeth. I scream out his name like a prayer as my orgasm tears through me, he can feel me cumming around him. I can feel his stomach tightening on my back, he ruts into me moaning my name as he cums inside me. Feeling his hot seed against my walls makes me want to cum again so I moan and push against him selfishly wanting more of him. I always want more. His shadows release my arms and Az turns me around in the water, surprisingly still keeping himself inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulder, breathing in his scent. I place gentle kisses along his neck while he slows his breathing against my shoulder. He looks up at me after a moment and kisses me fully. His smooth lips taking place on mine, the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy and wanting more. I can't tell you how long we stayed in that position, lazily making out and enjoying each other.

“HEY YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE AFTER DARK!” I hear a distant shout, pulling my face off Az’s I scoot closer to him trying to hide my naked body. He slowly pulls out of me chuckling.

“I thought you were feeling brave tonight, bunny.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. I blush, hiding my face in his neck, biting down gently on him for teasing me. He gives me a small spank in return.

“GET OUT OF THERE NOW!” The sentry yells out to us. I hear Rhys speak up, pushing his body enough to where the guard can see his face.

“Hey Felix, uhh look I’ll give you a bonus if you turn around and forget this happened.” The sentry’s eyes widen when he realizes he caught the most important people in his court skinny dipping. I can hear Feyre’s giggle as she peeks her head up. Rhys slowly pushes her down, again proving how possessive our Illyrian babies are.

“Yes, my Lord. Good night.” He’s gone before I can even look up again. We all burst out laughing, the absurdity of this night all hitting us. We should get out of here before we traumatize another sentry. I cling onto Azriel as he waddles us through the water towards our clothes. We’re the first to get dressed, Az shielding my body with his wing. When the others start climbing out and dressing Az wraps me in his arms whispering in my ear, “I hope you had fun, my love. Your punishment starts when we get home.” I bite my lip, staring up at him. I hum in agreement, “I can’t wait.” I wink at him, giving him a soft kiss. He returns the kiss with his own, biting my bottom lip.

“Alright, brother. Wait til you get home, I’m too tired to witness this.” Rhy says, gesturing for us ladies to walk ahead first. Probably scared we’re gonna run off again. Once we get out into the empty street, the boys grab us and haul ass into the sky. I can’t blame them, we sorta made them chase around Velaris for like three hours. I scream as Az does intricate tricks, once we land at the River House I stumble inside, not used to gravity yet. I am completely sober though so that’s a plus.

“Go grab your things, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting in here.” Az says to me passing by to sit on a chair. I rush to grab my bag and meet him back in the sitting room.

I hear Cass grumble, “I’m getting too old for this shit.” Rubbing Nes’s thighs as she sits on his lap. Love bites litter Cass’s neck. Rhys nods along, holding Feyre’s hand, he looks as if he could fall asleep right there on the couch. Us girls look at each other in annoyance. I speak up, my hand running through Az’s hair, “We keep you young and y’all know it.” He just smirks up at me, pulling himself to stand. Azriel has got plans and he’s trying to get me alone as soon as possible.

“Alright, ladies. Next month, same time?” Feyre says, the boys' protests falling on deaf ears.

“Maybe we should discuss next month, darling. Before you give me a heart attack.” Rhy says, kissing her hand. Azriel drags me outside, not bothering for goodbyes. I can feel his impatience through the bond. Insteading of flying, he winnows us home. Leading me through our house and to our room. I go to take off my damp clothes, his helpful hands tugging the material down.

“Lay on the bed, bunny.” Az commands. A part of me didn’t take his threats earlier seriously but he watches me walk to our bed and lay down. His eyes darken. He looks pointedly at my hands, I lift my arms up letting his shadows twine though, holding me down. The shadows doing the same to ankles and thighs spread me apart. I'm embarrassingly wet again.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’m gonna have to teach you my rules again.” he takes his time undressing, letting the wetness gather between my legs. He kisses my ankles, all the way up to the tops of my thighs. I whimpered as he purposely avoids the area I want him most.

I whimper out a please, begging for him.

“You know you’ve been bad, bunny?”

“Yes, sir.” I moan as he liked my inner thigh.

“You won’t go out without letting me know?”

“Yes, sir.” Another lick on the other side.

“You’ll answer back when I call out to you?”

“Yes, sir.” I moan again as he brushes his lips against my clit, barely touching me.

I look down at him, seeing his eyes light up with hunger. He licks his lips, looking at me.

“Good, then let's begin.”

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smallsdotcom · 1 year

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EXPECTING … drabble

pairing : hoseok x idol!f!reader (background poly bts) genre : fluff, comedy, idol au warnings : drunk hobi, drunk hobi is dramatic

hoseok notices how you’ve been acting strange and automatically assumes something that’s not necessarily true. oops, but he already told the others.

hoseok wasn’t one to assume things. especially when it came to you, he was always the first one to talk to you in order to figure out what’s wrong.

but this is the first time he’s so sure about something that he doesn’t talk to you about it. instead he immediately sends a text to the group’s leader, so many spelling errors thanks to his rushed and slightly buzzed mind.

I THINK YN IS OREGENRT !!! SHES NOT DRUNKING LIKE SHE USUAL DOESSSSS!!!

namjoon could only facepalm at the text before he ends up just calling the rapper.

“what are you talking about?” namjoon does well in keeping a calm tone, but can’t help the butterflies that begin to form in his stomach.

“i’m teelllling youuuu that i think our baby princess cinnamon roll is cooking a bun in the ovennnnnn,” hoseok is probably more than buzzed right now and namjoon realizes that the longer he listens to his boyfriend speak.

“why do you think y/n’s pregnant?” namjoon asks and a gasp is immediately heard from behind him where he sees taehyung looking at him in shock.

“y/n’s pregnant?” his tone is so cheery that he would really hate to be the one to break the news, but knows he will have to do it anyways.

“hoseok claims she is, but hoseok is also drunk right now,” namjoon says which is a roundabout way of saying don’t get your hopes up.

taehyung will still get his hopes up.

“listen, she’s not drinking anything and she ALWAYS drinks when we go out. why else would she not??”

“because it’s your night and she’s trying to watch after you while you have fun?” namjoon responds back with a raise eyebrow and he knows hoseok is probably rolling his eyes.

“if she’s pregnant does this mean i’m gonna be a daddy?” hoseok completely ignore namjoon and is now in his own little world. “does this mean we are ALL GOING TO BE DADDIES??”

“hoseok calm down.”

“I AM CALM JOON BUT AM I READY TO BE A DADDY!? oh god, i think i’m going to pass out.”

“hobi give the phone to y/n,” namjoon says making the male groan.

“i can’t she went to get me more drinks. oh god i don’t deserve her. she’s here with me pregnant and also getting me more drinks. what a beautiful mommy.”

namjoon feels his eyes roll so far into the back of his head that he fears they might get stuck.

“is y/n pregnant?” namjoon turns to see maknae line, minus you of course, now standing behind him. their eyes all twinkling at the news of their girlfriend being pregnant.

“i don’t know, go away,” he shoos the three off, but instead jungkook is quick to pull out his phone in favor of trying to call you.

“hell—

“ARE YOU PREGNANT!?” you pull the phone away from your ear at the sheer volume of jungkook’s voice.

“umm… ow. no! i’m not pregnant, why are asking something like that all of a sudden?”

“cause hobi called namjoon and is crying about you being pregnant,” taehyung explains and you are the one who rolls your eyes.

“i’m not pregnant. there, happy now? gotta go bye, maybe love you,” you say quickly hanging up as you make your way over to your drunk boyfriend. you are quick to take the phone out of his hand, hanging up without a word.

hoseok is quick to pout at you but you grab the sides of his face making him look at you.

“my pretty mommy,” he says with a drunk slur, eyes glazed over as he looks at you.

“i. am. not. pregnant,” you tell him with a stern tone which immediately makes his pout bigger.

“you aren’t? so i was worried for nothing?”

“why would you be worried about if i was pregnant? is that a bad thing if i was?”

“no! i’m just worried if i would be a good dad or not. what if you have the baby and then the i turn out to do a terrible job and let you and the others down?”

“hobi, you will be a wonderful dad someday. me and the others would have nothing to worry when it comes to you being a good dad. so don’t worry okay?”

“okay… but wait, if you aren’t pregnant then why aren’t you drinking?”

“because i need to take care of you, silly boy,” you laugh before kissing his nose making him smile warmly at you.

“come on, let’s party a little longer!” hoseok says before dragging you with him to the dancefloor.

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half-oz-eddie · 23 days

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One More Night Before I Turn Myself In

18+, Graphic Depictions of violence, mentions of abuse, fetishizing

Steve Harrington has had it up to his ears with Hawkins. He lost Nancy, his parents divorced and all anyone ever cared about was dumping their kids on Steve, with the big house and all the free time—no, fuck that. He needed to be somebody that could enjoy life somehow.

In the middle of the night, he got in his car with every intention of quietly disappearing from Hawkins for good. Not like anyone would miss him anyway—

He screamed when a dark figure slammed down on the hood of his car. He trembled as it made its way to the passenger’s side.

Oh. He sighed in relief. It’s just Hargrove.

Hargrove?!

Steve rolled down the window. “Whaddya want, Hargrove? I’m not in the mood for a fight.”

“Not here to fight, Harrington. Where ya headed?” He asked, leaning into the open window.

“Dunno. But I’m getting outta here.”

Billy pulled the door handle. “Open up.”

“Why?”

“C’mon just—“ he struggled with the door handle until Steve unlocked it and allowed him in. “Take me wherever you’re going.”

“What? No—“

“C’mon! Please? I need to get outta here for awhile.”

Since when was Billy the type of guy to say please?

“Ugh, fine.” He groaned. “But I don’t wanna hear any complaints.”

“I’m not gonna say shit.”

Steve took off in the silent night, driving past the Now Leaving Hawkins sign before Billy glanced over at him in the dim moonlight.

“No radio?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna say anything.” Steve snapped.

“Touchy.” Billy tusked. “Just saying. It’s too damn quiet. It’s creepy.”

“Fine.”

Steve turned on the radio, just as a breaking news story was broadcasting.

“—was shot and killed in his home—“

Billy reached over and changed the station, letting Hungry Like The Wolf play.

“You like this song, right?”

“Yeah, it’s…one of my favorites.”

“Cool.” Billy muttered.

They drove in silence for another 10 miles before Billy asked Steve to pull over so he could “take a piss in the woods.”

“Can’t you wait til we reach a gas station?”

“I can’t hold it.” Billy insisted.

“Fine. Go.” Steve pulled over and Billy jumped out.

He went behind the closest tree and Steve turned up the radio slightly, none the wiser to the sounds of Billy discarding something in the woods.

He returned to Steve’s car and the drive continued on.

Eventually Billy had fallen asleep, slowly waking up before sunrise.

“Where are we?” He asked in a groggy voice.

“Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.”

Billy stretched and sat up. “Why here?”

“It’s far from home and I saw an ad for a job here. I’m checking into a motel. What do you plan on doing?”

Billy shrugged. “Whatever you’re doing.”

“Hey, I said I’d drive you. I’m not carrying you along and taking care of you—“

“I didn’t ask you to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I have money for my own fuckin’ room.” Billy said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever, fine.”

They walked into the motel together and Steve requested two separate rooms.

“It’s cheaper if you double up.” The desk agent suggested.

They looked at each other then shrugged, agreeing to split the fees for a double room.

They each received keys to room 206 and stepped inside. Neither of them had any luggage on them so there was no need to settle in.

Billy claimed the bed closest to the bathroom, tossing his jacket on the chair and lying down on the bed. He turned on the TV and found an old movie to watch.

“It might be cheaper if we split for breakfast too.” Steve presented the idea.

Billy passed Steve a $5. “Get me a six pack.”

“You’ve gotta eat—“

“No. I don’t know how long I’m gonna be out here, or what I’m gonna do next, so I gotta save my money.”

Steve sighed, leaving the motel room without another word.

Billy fell asleep once more, springing up when Steve returned.

“I got your six pack, but I also got you some food.” Steve passed Billy a sandwich.

“…Thanks.” He reluctantly accepted.

They ate in awkward silence. They didn’t exactly like each other, or know what to talk to each other about. Deep down, they were both scared because of how foolish and impulsive they were being, but they didn’t want to discuss it at the moment.

“I’m gonna go and, uh…try to find a job. Want me to drive you anywhere?”

“No, I’ll just hang out here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Once Steve was gone, Billy decided to take a shower and go for a walk to clear his head.

But his head would never be clear after what happened. It still felt like a hazy nightmare. A nightmare that would never end.

He was so in his head, he didn’t realize that he’d been walking around aimlessly for hours.

When he returned to the motel, Steve was already there, this time, with lunch.

“Stopped at a KFC. Want some chicken?”

“Just a little.”

Steve passed Billy some chicken and a biscuit. They enjoyed it with some beers.

“So, uh…where’d you go?” Steve asked. “Sightseeing?”

“Something like that.” Billy answered vaguely.

“I um…I got a job. It’s at a uh…bowling alley nearby.”

“Congratulations, Harrington.”

“Thanks…”

The awkward silence returned. Steve felt like he had to tread carefully with Billy. He still didn’t understand why they were playing survivor in a motel room, or why they both decided to run away the same night—or why he agreed they’d do it together. Was Steve this desperate to not be alone?

Maybe so.

“Hey, do you like—wanna go to a club tonight or something? Get drunk, meet some hot girls, I dunno.” Steve laughed.

Billy glared at him before his expression softened with a snicker. “Whatever, sure.”

“Yeah?”

Billy shrugged. “You’re cooler than I thought, Harrington.”

“Sucks we got off on the wrong foot, right? But it’s not too late to start over.”

Unbeknownst to Steve, it was far too late for that. But just for tonight, Billy wanted to enjoy it.

Steve took Billy to a thrift store and they bought something affordable to wear for their night out, then found a nightclub.

They opened a tab, got some drinks in their systems and mingled with some girls, but oddly enough, felt more comfortable clinging to each other instead.

“You two look kinda cute together.” One of the women they met mentioned.

Steve emphatically shook his head and Billy waved it off. “O-oh we’re not—“

“We’ll pay you a hundred bucks if you let us watch you dance together.” The second woman proposed.

Was this like…some sort of fetish to them? Do they get off on seeing guys dance together?

“I mean, for a hundred bucks…”

Steve snapped his head in Billy’s direction. “What the hell? You serious?”

“What’s the problem? It’s just a dance. You scared?”

“I—no—whatever, c’mon.” He acquiesced, taking another shot before allowing Billy to drag him onto the dance floor.

They glanced over at the women who watched them, expecting a good show.

Billy pulled Steve close by his belt loops. “Just close your eyes and pretend I’m somebody else.”

“I don’t mind dancing with you.” Steve admitted. “It’s not like you’re—ugly—or something.”

Billy smirked and leaned into Steve’s ear. “Hey, Harrington…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you fuckin’ flirting with me?”

Steve pulled back to get a read on Billy’s expression, relieved to see a smile on his face. Maybe he’s just joking.

Steve began to shake his head, before smiling and shrugging.

Maybe Steve’s just joking too, Billy considered.

They let themselves relax and enjoy each other’s company, invading each other’s personal space, swaying and gyrating to the music, half hard cocks obviously felt against each other’s.

There was electricity coursing through them, and they found themselves liking this far too much. It had to be the alcohol, they both believed.

Billy leaned into Steve’s ear again as Steve’s hand made its way onto Billy’s ass.

“I’m horny.” Billy confessed.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Steve asked.

“Do you wanna do something about it?”

“Kinda, yeah. Is that weird?”

“No. You wanna go back to the motel?”

Steve’s cock was throbbing at this point. Of course he wanted to go back to the fucking motel.

Billy pulled Steve in the direction of the women, hand out for the payment.

“We’ll double it if you kiss.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” Billy grabbed Steve, leading him in a sensual tongue kiss. Steve couldn’t resist the urge to grab Billy’s cock while Billy grabbed the back of his neck.

Fuck. He didn’t know what was in the air, or those drinks but Jesus Christ did he want to bring Billy back to the motel and fuck his brains out.

The women paid them their $200 and they took a taxi back to the motel.

They didn’t think, they didn’t discuss, they didn’t reconsider. Clothes were simply flying off at the door before they landed on Steve’s bed, Billy’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks as they kissed.

The night felt like a fever dream but the feeling of their cocks touching and the sensation of their tongues darting against each other’s reminded them both that this was real—for whatever reason it was happening. It was fucking happening.

“Have you ever done this before?” Billy asked, lips still pressed to Steve’s.

“Had sex? Mhm. Of course.”

“With a guy, Harrington.”

“No, but a hole’s a hole, right?”

Billy tusked. “You make me sound like a cheap whore.”

“Not cheap.” Steve corrected. “You’re definitely worth $200.”

They laughed against each other’s lips before their kissing resumed.

Billy continued to jerk their cocks until they were painfully hard. He loosened his fist and spat into his hand, rubbing it all over Steve’s cock.

“Fuck me.” He exhaled. “Don’t be a pussy.”

Steve positioned himself between Billy’s legs and slowly slid his cock inside.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Steve moaned, thrusting in and out and in and out. Faster, harder, rougher.

Billy had done this before, and didn’t mind that Steve was being so rough, but shit…his cock was massive, and he could feel every inch as he thrusted.

Steve didn’t understand anything except the feeling of his cock drooling inside a man’s tight asshole. And the man happened to be Billy Hargrove, who was as pretty as ever writhing beneath him.

He slowed down his thrusts, savoring their kisses, relishing in how incredible sex felt.

“I’m gonna cum.” Billy moaned out.

“Me too, holy shit. You feel so good.”

“Cum in me, if you like it that much.”

Billy’s invitation was just enough to send a rippling feeling down Steve’s spine as he came inside Billy, emptying himself inside his hole.

Billy soon followed, spilling out all over himself.

They stared into each other’s eyes, still in disbelief that they acted on their sudden attraction to one another.

—

They got cleaned up and slightly sobered up, then sat at the table, eating some chips.

“So…uh…I wasn’t sure—“

“Wanna hear something crazy, Billy?”

“I guess.”

“I think…” Steve chuckled. “Maybe this was meant to be. It just—all of it felt so right, didn’t it? I’m not saying we have to jump right into anything, but—“

“I can’t, Steve.” Billy deflated. “I can’t…we can’t.”

“O-oh I—“ He nervously laughed. “I wasn’t trying to be weird but—“

“It’s not that. Tonight was…great, but…I can’t because…I need to…turn myself in.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Turn yourself in…for what?” He warily asked.

“I got so fucking sick of…him…beating me and treating me like shit so…I went in his room…I got his gun, and while he sat at table reading the paper and waiting for dinner, I raised his gun to his face, and...” Billy pointed a finger gun at Steve “blam.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Y-you…killed your father?!”

“And tossed the gun in the woods when we made that pit stop.”

Billy didn’t seem remorseful at all, but if he was indeed a victim, well, then Steve was willing to defend him.

“Hey, you’re a victim in this.” Steve comforted, holding Billy’s hand across the table. “I’m sure they’ll understand—“

“I shot him right in front of Susan.” Billy replied emotionlessly. “She would never speak up for me.”

“What about Max?”

“She’s just a stupid kid. It doesn’t matter what she says.”

“I don’t want—I don’t want you to go and spend the rest of your life in prison over someone who abused you.”

“Doesn’t matter. I can’t be on the run for the rest of my life.” He frowned.

“Let’s go to sleep and sort it out together tomorrow, yeah?”

Billy noticed how desperate Steve was for him to stay. Why, though? It didn’t make sense. It’s not like they were in love or anything. Sure, he liked the guy and felt this insane connection to him. And maybe Steve felt like Billy was the only familiar piece of Hawkins he had with him.

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter.

Billy couldn’t stay.

But for the night, he humored Steve. They talked, they cuddled in bed, and Billy let Steve fuck him one last time.

But this time, he was gentler, slower, and it felt like, maybe, Steve knew he’d leave in the morning, whether he wanted him to or not.

Which was true.

When Steve woke up the next morning, Billy was long gone. All he left behind was his watch and a note.

“Put some money on my books, pretty boy.”

#this has been in my drafts for like #a year idk #ivy.doc #caliscoops.doc #caliscoops

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jessejaredstories · 9 months

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Relationship Changes

Tony and Salma were, for the most part, your typical Mexican American couple. They had first met at new student orientation when they were placed in the same group together. The two instantly hit it off. They were best friends for their first two years of college until Tony finally asked her out the summer before their junior year. They started dating and from there the rest was history. Tony and Salma just celebrated their five year anniversary too! They were truly as happy as could be.

However, this was only how it looked on the outside. The truth was that their “perfect” relationship was nothing but a facade. Behind closed doors laid a relationship full of nothing but anger, fighting, and headaches. While every relationship was bound to have their ups and downs, Tony and Salma’s relationship only seemed to be going down lately. But even though they were both willing to put in the work to save the relationship, nothing seemed to be working. Not even several sessions of couples therapy could help! That special spark they had when they first dated was gone, and although Tony wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Salma had already decided she would be breaking it off very soon. After all, if all they did was fight nowadays, splitting up would be the best option for both of them.

One day, after going out to brunch together, Tony and Salma were sitting quietly in the car as Tony drove back to their apartament. Another date had gone to shit. Snide remarks and passive aggression were the only things on the menu that day. As expected, that made for an awkward car ride back home full of quiet tension between the two lovebirds.

Once Tony pulled up into the parking garage, Salma stormed out of the car without delay. Tony hopped out after her.

“Where are you going!?” Tony called out.

“To shower! You got a problem with that too or what!?” Salma shouted back.

“Aren’t we gonna talk about what happened at the cafe today first!?”

“Why? So you can just ignore everything I have to say again?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t ignore you if you actually had something nice to say for once! All you did is bitch about everything!!”

That last remark made Salma stop right in her tracks. She then turned around with eyebrows furrowed and a face full of disbelief.

“I’M the one that bitches about everything!?”

“YES! Everything I do, you gotta find a problem with it!!”

“Cuz you don’t do anything!! And even when you do, you do it only because I tell you to, not because you want to!”

The two kept bickering back and forth for another minute or so before Salma finally had enough and walked away. Tony let out a heavy sigh as he slammed his car door shut, taking some of his frustration out on the vehicle. He was at his wits’ end trying to figure out how to save his relationship. It seemed like no matter what he said or did, it just wasn’t enough anymore. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse! Unable to come up with anything, Tony looked up at the sky and wondered if breaking up was really the only option left. He hated the thought, but without some type of divine intervention, he knew they were only going to get worse for them the longer it goes on.

Meanwhile, Salma had just hopped into the shower. She breathed in and out as she let the warm water hit her nude body, letting the water melt away any tension in her body. Salma truly believed Tony was the one for her, but it was pretty clear that just wasn’t true. She frowned, but she did not cry. She already cried everything she had, now she was just left with the bitter indifference. Although she was ready to break it off, a part of her secretly wished they could somehow find a way to stay together. Salma wasn’t sure what exactly that miracle solution would’ve entailed. She perished the thought, then proceeded to wash her hair.

But while both Tony and Salma were busy trying to calm down after their latest fight, their wishes did not go unheard. Because they both expressed wanting to stay together, the universe went to work making a new reality where they could happily stay together.

The changes in reality began with Salma. As she was about to finish her shower, she began to feel a strange yet strong warmness radiating within her body. In an effort to make it stop, she tried turning the shower faucet to cold, but that did nothing. The warmness grew stronger. Her body began to ache, and she held her hands against the aching parts of her body to apply pressure.

“Why am I so hot all of a sudden…?” Salma questioned. As soon as she finished that sentence, the changes began.

Salma kneeled over as the body aches grew more intense. She felt the pain in her breasts the most. Salma cupped her breasts with her hands. She could literally feel as her tiddies miraculously shrunk in size! She could also feel tiny hairs start sprouting around her nipples. Within seconds, her breasts had transformed into a man’s chest with a set of firm, well toned pecs— Pecs that looked exactly like Tony’s.

The transformation continued throughout Salma’s body. All the body hair she meticulously kept shaved grew right back in. She could feel the tiny pricks on her skin as the hair grew. Arm hair, leg hair, armpit and even pubic hair all grew right in until she possessed bushes of black hair everywhere. But that wasn’t all, she also grew a well-groomed mustache and beard just like her boyfriend’s goatee. Her once long, flowing hair receded until she had a buzzcut to match Tony’s hairstyle.

Her body then began thickening with muscle as her body started pumping out testosterone instead of estrogen. She soon lost her curvy, womanly figure and instead gained her boyfriend’s manly, athletic build. And while Salma’s body took on muscle mass, the new hormones began changing her genitalia too. Salma could not suppress her moans as the warm sensations overtook her vagina. Her clit stretched and projected outwards while her ovaries transformed into a pair of hairy balls. They then flopped out of her pussy while her clit finished morphing itself to look like a dick. Everything grew and transformed until Salma possessed an identical set of cock and balls to Tony’s.

“Ohhh fuck… What the fuck is happening to me…” Salma said in between moans, not noticing that her voice had dropped several pitches in tone as her Adam’s apple grew in. The warm sensations of body transformation left her in a state of arousal. Perhaps if it was the testosterone talking, but Salma found herself wanting to fuck something with her cock as she finished becoming Tony. “He” hopped out of the shower and admired his body in the mirror with a cocky smirk on his face, just like Tony would’ve done.

While Salma was busy in the shower, Tony was busy in their shared bedroom. He eventually came inside after pacing around the parking lot. But needing a way to relieve some stress himself, Tony turned to rubbing one out while watching one of his favorite videos. “Couple fuck in public at Walmart!” That video was his number one favorite. Although with how often he had been watching it lately, Salma would’ve killed him if she found out he turned to videos to get off.

“Nrghhh, fuck yeah! Just like that…!” Tony said with bated breath. Sounds of fapping filled the room as he got closer and closer to finishing. However, just before he could climax, his own transformation started.

A heat flash hit Tony like a dumpster truck. He got red in the face and began sweating buckets because of it, but the sudden warmth wasn't enough to deter him from getting his rocks off. Instead, he started stroking his already leaking cock even faster while groaning and grunting sensually even louder than before. While Tony was too busy jerking off to notice, his body began going through a transformation of its own.

Any body and facial hair Tony had had rescinded back into his pores, leaving him perfectly smooth all over. As his body started producing more estrogen, all of his well-earned muscles grew softer and softer until they were gone. His pecs ballooned outward and his nipples grew in size until he had a nice, perky set of tits. Tony's body then grew more curvy and voluptuous until he had the exact same hourglass figure Salma had.

"Arghh... oh fuck..." Tony groaned. His heavy, cum-filled balls were bouncing furiously as he kept stroking his cock. He was oblivious to the fact that every guttural grunt he let out was growing increasingly higher pitched. Soon enough, his manish groans had turned into womanly moans too.

"Ughhh... fuck yeahh... ohh yeah...! Oh my God ahhh ohhh yeahh...!!"

Tony was getting closer and closer to finishing. He closed his eyes and focused solely on getting off. But then his cock and balls started sinking back into his body. Within seconds, his genitalia had transformed into a pussy, moist and wet from Tony masturbating. Obviously without a dick, Tony couldn't stroke himself off anymore. So instead, he turned to fingering himself. Just like Salma, Tony had become a picture perfect copy of his girlfriend and all without him noticing.

"Salma" filled the room with her loud moans and wet macaroni noises while she kept fingering her new coochie. Then, out of nowhere, Tony came into the room dressed in nothing but a white towel. He took one look at his naked girlfriend, smirked, then dropped the towel to reveal his already growing erection. Salma beckoned him by biting her lip and opening her legs wide. Then without hesitation, Tony rushed in and joined her on the bed. He kissed her while he stuck his rock hard cock inside of her. She matched his energy, and the two proceeded to fuck until they both came about an hour later.

They fucked passionately, just like they did back when they first started dancing. Although Tony and Salma had transformed into one another on both a physical and mental level, they were lucky enough to retain their original feelings and memories. It was because of that sudden literal change in perspective that the two lovebirds were able to understand where the other was coming from. They were finally able to sort out their issues and continued being the lovey dovey couple both in front of company as well as behind closed doors.

And although the new Tony and Salma have no idea why they switched bodies the way they did, they learned to just forget about it and move on. After all, they were both able to perfectly simulate into their new identities without a problem. Nowadays, the only major problem they have is how to plan a big wedding. Cheers to newly engaged "Tony" and "Salma"!

#male transformation #female transformation

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b0nten · 1 year

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HEY, MONA LISA, COME HOME

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ you know you can’t roam without caesar. hanma reacting to you drawing him.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is so cute. not a kanye fan but i couldn’t help quoting flashing lights. hope this is to your liking anon <3

“whaddup, baby?” hanma waltzes into the living room, casually, as always. he greets you with a smile, but it dissipates once you don’t answer. he stands there eyeing you, and he can’t help but wonder what it is that you’re so concentrated on.

your eyes scan the weasel, and you let a big sigh out. your hands find their way to your temples and start massaging small circles. you close your eyes and sigh again. when the ritual is complete, you get up to go into the kitchen, but when your view expands, you’re scared of how and when hanma got into your apartment in the first place.

“what the fuck!” you scream and take a step back, almost falling, “shuji! when did you get here?!” you question and he just bursts out laughing.

“i’ve been here for… like ten minutes?” he says sarcastically, mimicking looking at a watch, but it’s just his bare wrist.

“oh.. i’m so sorry i didn’t see you..” you apologize and get closer to him, falling into his embrace.

“what’s bothering you, shortcake?” he asks, eyes softening on you figure.

“oh, nothing, that damn weasel just isn’t holding the paint correctly. thought i should spare some money, got this piece of crap instead of my regular ones. now i gotta suffer.” you half-laugh, and so does he.

“well, i’m assuming you’d like to have a break, right?” he says, lifting the white nylon bag he’s been holding all this time in his hand. “guess what i got.”

“ice cream is just what i needed, thank you, shuji.” you kiss him to on the cheek and snatch away the bag, running into the kitchen.

“hey! leave some for me!” he shouts from behind, following you.

you eat your ice cream and chat a bit. it’s refreshing, and when you finally sit back down to confront the painting, you actually feel optimistic. picking up a brush and an enormous tube of white paint, you bring the canvas back to square one. ready to start anew.

“i’m just gonna sit here and read… this, that okay with you?” hanma asks and randomly picks up a book.

“are you sure you want to read ulysses? that shit’s tough.” you smile while asking. he flips the book around in his hand and shrugs.

“i’ll manage, i’m a big boy.”

you nod and continue brainstorming for ideas. you scan the room, close your eyes, sing a song in your head, but seemingly nothing seems to spark up any ideas. your glance drifts off to hanma, peacefully reading the book you had warned him about.

then, something in your head lights up and you grab the paints and start it.

half an hour, an hour, two, it had been just three when the valhalla leader decided he had enough of that bullshit. the words were too many and reading all pf that book was tiresome. he got up and started stretching. once he turned to you, he couldn’t not notice how deeply invested you were in that painting.

slowly creeping behind you as not to bother or disturb your work, he wondered what it could be that your were painting so passionately. once he saw it, his heart dropped, albeit in a good way.

there he was, sitting on your emerald sofa, manspreading, with the book in his hand. everything was down to a t, the kitchen behind you, the lights, even the colors of his clothes, not to mention his hair or facial expressions. you were working on what he thought was shading when he finally spoke up.

“you’d like to design a tattoo for me?”

you jump up, paintbrush flying into his face.

“shuji, babe, i’m so sorry!” you quickly snatch a wet wipe and clean his face, while continuing to apologize.

after maybe the tenth apology he takes your hand in his, chastely kissing it.

“i’m sorry for scaring you, baby.” he says, “but the offer’s serious. you’re crazy good, i look even hotter made out of oil paint.”

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areyoudreaminof · 11 months

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Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

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frierengf · 9 months

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drabble collection — gojo satoru x reader

The five stages of falling in Love

— Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression & Acceptance. You hate Gojo Satoru, without a doubt. The flutter in your stomach, the heat on your face, the way you can barely speak around him. There can’t be any other explanation. You love Gojo Satoru, without a doubt.

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— Denial (2017) ”I’m not in love with him Shoko, I hate his guts! You know this!” Shoko meets your gaze with doubting eyes, eyebrows raised. You roll closer to her, dragging your chair across the floor with your feet, before grasping her hands between yours. ”Gojo Satoru has been my nemesis for years, and that isn’t gonna stop anytime soon,” you say, as earnest as physically possible. ”Sure,” is what she replies, more doubting than you’ve ever heard before. ”You suck Shoko,” you mutter. ”You owe me dinner when you finally figure it out.” ”Which will be never!” ”Uh huh, sure. Shoko stands up, pulling her hands from your grasp. You lean back, looking up at her. She walks over to her desk and pulls out a few files before sitting down on the table, facing you. ”It’s fine y’know? To like him.” You flinch, looking to the side, down at the floor, at your hands. Anywhere but Shokos knowing gaze. ”Yeah, well, I don’t. So it’s fine. Even if I did like him, it’s not like he would like me back. He’s been nothing but a pain in my ass since the first time we met. Is he even capable of liking people like that?” Shoko just sighs. You look at your watch. ”I gotta go now. Class in 5,” you say, looking back at her. ”Let’s go out to dinner tonight. My treat, even though I’ll hate Gojo forever.” ”Deal.” —————— — Anger (2005) ”It’s unfair as hell! How is Kyoto meant to win anything with those two on the opposing team!” Gojo Satoru stares you down with the smuggest grin you could ever fathom. Geto Suguru looks slightly remorseful. You’re sure you look murderous. Gakuganji pats your shoulder. You frown at your principal. ”I won’t deny that it is unfair, but I have faith in all of you,” he says, adressing your classmates and upperclassmen. You roll your eyes. ”Sorry, but I doubt faith is going to do anything against two special grades. And the six eyes.” ”Sorcery won’t be your only weapon. Use your wits, your strength, your motivation.” ”They wiped the floor with us last year,” Utahime says, slight grimace on her face. ”But we can definetly outsmart them. I have a plan.” You grin before looking across the courtyard to meet eyes with Gojo once more. His smile widens and yours turns to a frown. You stick out your tounge at him, and you think he laughs. You break eyecontact. He’s annoying as hell. Tokyo wipes the floor with Kyoto for the second year in a row. You’re pissed. Utahime is holding back tears, apologizing for failing her underclassmen. You hug her and she sniffs into the crook of your shoulder. Only one thing is on your mind. I hate Gojo Satoru. —————— — Bargaining (2015) ”Nothing can be worth having to work with Gojo Satoru.” ”Not even a 100% pay increase?” You frown at Gakuganji, but his expression is unmoving. ”Are you messing with me? If this is just to piss off Gojo I’m not going to accept that offer.” He sighs, turning his head to the side before looking back at you. ”You’ve undoubtedly been a great asset to the Kyoto school for these past five years you’ve worked here, that is something I won’t deny. But alas, the Tokyo school recently let us know that they are in need of a teacher for their third years, and I couldn’t help but recommend you.” You frown, leaning forward to rest your elbows against the table. ”And this would give me double my current income?” ”Yes.” ”And Gojo teaches first years, correct?” ”That is correct, yes.” You lean back in your seat, crossing your arms. Gakuganji keeps looking at you, analyzing, scrutinizing. ”When would I be starting?” ”As soon as you’re able. For now the other Tokyo teachers are taking turns with the third year classes, but they’d appreciate you there within the week.” You frown and tilt your head to the side. A lot of pros, but one major con. Is it really worth it? You love Kyoto, your coworkers, your students, the city. But… money is also nice, is it not? Tokyo is nice. Everyone at the Tokyo school is nice, if you exclude one certain person. ”Fine, I accept,” you say, standing up and brushing over your clothes. ”I’ll start packing right away.” ——————

— Depression (2018) ”What do you mean he isn’t here?” Ijichi falters under your gaze. You take a step closer. ”He just isn’t here anymore? What does that mean?” ”The… um… the prison realm. He’s been sealed,” Ijichi mutters, and you swear you hear your mind shatter into pieces like a crystal ball. You swallow. A drop of sweat runs down your temple. Another runs down your cheek. And then one on your other cheek. Ah. I’m crying. ”Hm. I see.” The husk of you walks in to Shibuya station, not caring about coming back. You run. You exorcise. You fight. Muscle memory. Auto pilot. Why do I feel like this? I hate him. Don’t I? Even if I hate him, he’s still my colleauge. He’s still my friend. The carnage of Shibuya station overwhelms you. You fall to your knees, dryheaving. Tears are running down your face, uncontrollable and chaotic. How are we supposed to do this without Gojo? Screams of civillians ring in your ears. The wet, sticky feel of blood and the taste of your tears cut through it all. How am I supposed to do this without Satoru here? —————— — Acceptance (2019) ”I never hated you y’know?” You and Gojo sit next to each other, sun setting over the lake, feet skimming the waters surface. You lay down against the wooden dock before looking up at his silhouette. ”I didn’t know,” you mumble. He turns and looks at you. ”Now you do then,” he says, turning back to the lake. ”I guess I do,” you reply. The wind plays with his hair as the golden sun shines through it. He’s gorgeous. Your heart beats, pumping blood through your body, rushing through your ears. The sound of the lake, the crickets, the birds, all dulled. You pull your feet out of the lake before crawling to lay down next to him. He looks down at you, azure eyes gleaming. ”Maybe I don’t hate you either,” you say. He smiles that stupid smug smile that pissed you off so many years ago. ”Oh?” ”Mm. Just maybe though, so don’t push it.” ”Ah, I wouldn’t dare.” You smile up at him, and his turns tender, matching yours. ”Maybe it was love all along?” he asks. You laugh. ”Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t push it?” ”Can’t help it when it comes to you babe.” ”Ugh shut up, I hate you.” ”No you don’t.” ”Mm, I don’t.”

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iheartmomochi · 7 months

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Dear Vocalist Momochi A•CHI•KO•CHI ＼No Limit!!!／ translation

Important: i DID NOT make this translation. I commissioned currytantou on twitter (an entire month ago LOL), so all credit goes to them! I 10000% recommend you also commission them if you want a jpn -> eng translation!! And please do not repost this translation anywhere or use it for re-translations into another language.

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