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maedae-maedae · 2 months

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Can't Help It - Library Date

☆ Okkotsu Yuuta x F!Reader

☆ Genre: Smut

☆ Warnings: NSFW 18+

☆ Contents: Aged-Up Characters, Established Relationship, Semi-Public/Public Sex, Needy!Yuuta, Sub?Yuuta, AU - University Students, Clothed Sex, Oral Sex, Breeding Kink?

☆ Word Count: 3.6k

☆ Summary: You meet up with your boyfriend, ready to have a study date at your university's library and really get down to business. The two of you need to go to the library to actually study, and you both know well enough to take it seriously. Today you come wearing a new outfit... and suddenly your boyfriend has other plans for the two of you.

☆ A/N: Randomly awakening from my disappearance to post this smut which- I am just now realizing is my first real full-out smut! That I'm posting, that is.

This idea came to me as I was writing actually another fic for Yuuta so expect that real soon, much more stretched out than this lil one shot. Anyways, enjoy!

It’s late morning by the time you meet your boyfriend Yuta Okkatsu at your university’s library. The place is huge, and would literally be impossible to find books from if you didn’t have the power of technology. You’re searching the section with the books required by the class you share with Yuta. You guys decided on not giving into the scam of buying textbooks, opting to use the library’s plentiful supply of books that no one uses these days anyways. You’re reaching up to grab another suggested reading as Yuta stands behind you, holding the big one you’d handed to him when you first got here.

He’s a little embarrassed right now, hot and beginning to sweat. And he’s surprised you haven’t noticed yet. Ever since he met you in front of the library earlier, he’s been sporting a full boner. All thanks to the new outfit you had on. It’s adorable, and your boyfriend absolutely loves the way it hugs your body. Maybe a little too much, unable to pry his eyes away from the curve of your ass as the skirt lifts up with your reach. He glances around to make sure no one else is around to see this view and then continues to stare.

You were so excited to show him this outfit today too, and he couldn’t even properly compliment you with how flustered it was making him. Plus, you probably wouldn’t want him to be immediately sexualizing you in it either, so what is he thinking? Still, he can’t help it. How badly he wants to have his hands all over you right now.

“Okay! Got it!” You say happily as you pull the book off its shelf. “That’s it, I think. There’s not anything else you wanna grab, is there? I mean honestly, three is already enough I don’t know if I can handle more than this.”

You look up at Yuta and he shakes his head to answer you. But somethings off about him.

“Is something wrong?” You ask and he’s honestly relieved you finally notice. He takes a step toward you, then another until he’s right in front of you. His eyes avoid yours out of embarrassment for a moment, but then he looks at you straight on.

“Let’s go home.” He says, taking your hand in his own as he does.

“Huh? But we said we would study together today.” You reply, confused on why he suddenly wants to change plans.

“Let’s just study at your place” He suggests, pouting. You raise an eyebrow at him and give him a knowing look.

“Yu.. you know if we go to ‘study’ at my place, there wont be any studying happening.” You tell him and playfully poke his stomach. He was hoping you’d just understand without him having to explain himself, but looks like he’ll have to show you instead.

“Cmon, let’s go find a-“ You begin as you turn, but stop mid sentence when you feel your boyfriends embrace from behind. He wraps his arms around your middle, book still in one of his hands. He nuzzles into your neck.

“Hey.. what’s up with you tod-“ You don’t need to ask any further when he finally presses his full body to you, and you feel it. His hard cock rests against your ass, straining through his pants. A hot flash hits you, suddenly feeling his neediness like it’s contagious.

“Ah.. I get it now.” You say calmly, placing a hand on his at your stomach and using the other to stroke his hair a couple times. “Needy boy~” You coo at him. He twitches against you, to your amusement.

“You look so good today.. I can’t help it.” He whines into your ear, just barely audible. He’s so sweet, what are you gonna do with this boy?

“Hmm.. I guess we can’t really study until you’re good, huh?” You say, mostly to yourself, as you quickly think of somewhere nearby that would be most likely to not get you caught.

“Cmere.” You tell him, taking his hand and leading him along with you.

You walk with him until you reach a little nook of the library, empty and seemingly not visited very much. Your friend actually told you about this part of the library, after having a hook-up here. She always has crazy stories of where shes done stuff, and you’re pretty sure at this point it’s definitely a kink for her. You always thought it was crazy, and you never thought you’d find yourself following in her footsteps. You’ll have to thank her later you guess. And pray she wasn’t lying.

“H-here?” Your boyfriend whispers as you glance around cautiously. You look at him curiously.

“You don’t want to? We can always wait till later if you-“ before you can even finish your suggestion, he’s shaking his head to answer.

“That bad, hm?” You say and lean your back against the shelf behind you, signaling him with your hand to come to you. He does and you caress his chest, down to his stomach and pelvis, massaging little circles there as you continue to look around a bit more. You love the way he reacts to your touch, fidgety and sensitive. His forehead rests against yours as you with his hands resting comfortably on your hips.

“We should be safe here, no one ever comes to this section and none of the cctv cameras can see.” You reassure him and you look back at him again.

“How do you know that-“ He goes to ask but knows the answer as soon as you give him a look. He knows about that friend of yours, from your stories. “Oh. Nevermind.”

Your hands finally move to start caressing the bulge in his pants, and he takes a startled inhale, immediately pushing his face into your neck again. He likes to do that a lot when you two get intimate, it made him feel like he’s closer. And he loves being able to smell you. God forbid he ever smelled your perfume while he’s out on his own, he’d be turned on immediately.

“You really worked yourself up, huh? You’re extra sensitive today.” You whisper to him as you listen to the little noises he’s been making as you continue to massage him through his pants.

“It’s the skirt you bought..” he pushes out to explain himself.

“…Too short?” You ask, a self conscious thought you had before buying it popping up in your mind and then leaving your mouth without needing too. Plus, boyfriends don’t usually want their girlfriends wearing super revealing clothing, right? Maybe it made him uncomfortable.

“No.. I love it so much. You look so good in it. Wear it all the time.” He reassures you desperately, laying your insecurities to rest immediately. You giggle and you don’t know why you were even nervous.

“Clearly I don’t think that’s a good idea, unless we wanna be like my friend and start testing our luck everywhere we go.” You joke, and he laughs lightly in your ear. A shiver tickles your spine.

“Okay, love. What do you want me to do for you? Just tell me.“ You prompt for him. You want to be able to satisfy him in whatever way he feels he needs you right now.

“Mm.. Nothing, jus wanna feel you..” He mumbles as his hands start to move from your waist and caress around all the curves of your body. He stops to grab at your ass when he gets there, and you can feel his neediness with the way his hips make slight jerks forward. Usually he’s always taken a liking to your breasts, but it must really be something about your skirt today driving him crazy. You don’t think you’ve seen him like this.

While he caresses you with his warm hands that you adore feeling on you like this, he starts to kiss your neck too. You let out very faint moans as he does, feeling extra sensitive too now for some reason. You can just feel how badly he wants you and that alone is driving you crazy.

"Yu.." you call out quietly as he's busy leaving you with another hickey. "Shouldn't we make this quick? Not that I don’t love it, but…"

You tell him this partially because you are a bit anxious about getting caught suddenly, but also because you’re really desperate to have him inside you already. You can feel the wetness between your legs getting out of control. He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and you were not expecting him to look as lustful as he does right now. That’s a dangerous look he’s giving you.

“I’m gonna eat you out.. is that okay?” He tells you, almost breathless, and you could moan just hearing him say that. You love when he goes down on you. It feels like heaven every time and you love looking at his eyes when his tongue is deep inside you. Despite this, you’re still a bit unsure.

“Yu.. this is kinda risky, don’t you think we should-“

“Please?” He begs and you know you could never say no to what he’s asking of you right now. This is literally a situation straight out of a wet dream.

“Okay.. but-“ before you can even tell him to be quick, he pushes his lips to yours with excitement. Your tongues entwine and you feel his fingers come down to rub at your slit. He can feel how wet you are now, and it only makes him kiss you harder, more desperate. You have to grab his shoulders when he’s suddenly slipping three fingers into you at once. He swallows your moans that would definitely had been much too loud otherwise. He pumps into you a few times before pulling out, leaving you feeling empty, needy. You need him inside you again. You whine at his absence as he pulls back from your kiss as well. You’re about to pout at him before you end up watching him put his own fingers in his mouth, getting a taste of you before the full meal. Your face goes red.

“I’ll make you cum quick, promise.” He tells you softly, making butterflies in your stomach as you watch him immediately sink down to his knees. You know he’s being serious about that too, and you’re a bit nervous.

You’re stood right next to where the wall ends and turns the corner, so you peak your head out to make sure no one’s around. There’s nobody, and you cant believe people really never come to this section. Honestly it would be a cute place to sit and read normally.

“Look at me.” Your boyfriend tells you and your attention snaps back to him. He’s already slipped your panties down and you lift your skirt up slightly for him so it’s not in his face as he goes to kiss your clit.

You let out hushed moans as his tongue starts working, circling your clit and playing with you there for a while. Your face must be dark with both the way he’s making you feel and the way he’s looking at you. God that eye contact will get you everytime. His intense sanpaku stare never once looking away from you, taking in every reaction he gets out of you. It’s like he studies you, analyzing what’s making you feel the best, making sure he’s doing a good job. You cant believe how into this he is too, you didn’t think this would be his thing, but he clearly loves it. You never thought when you met this sweet boy that he would be so kinky.

Right now he’s really keeping his word on making it quick, hitting all the right motions he’s already memorized from how many times he’s pleasured you like this. He knows exactly what you like. Normally, he’ll stretch it out anyways, loving getting to have you this way for as long as possible. Seeing all the cute faces you make. Even making you climax on his face multiple times.

His favorite is when you’re about to cum, just like you are now. Your hands are in his hair, pulling at him as if you want him to stop, can’t take it anymore.

“Yuta.. s’too much..” you whisper to him like you do in some variation everytime. Then your thighs start clenching on him, shaking. Your breathing gets quicker. Your hands can’t even muster the energy to pull him anymore, clenching and unclenching fists in his hair. The only thing he doesn’t like about this part is that he can’t talk you through it like he likes to. He wants more than anything in this moment to tell you “You're doing so good, beautiful. Ride it out. I got you.” As your back arches and your body tenses up. But he’s got to stay focused to make sure you feel as good as possible.

He watches you with your mouth covered, head pushed against the bookcase behind you. His hands come up to support your now trembling legs as you start to come down from your high. He thinks he could never get tired of doing this specifically for you.

He lets you breathe for a few moments before standing again. He presses his forehead to yours as you look up at him with those pleasure-riden eyes.

“Y/n…” he says to you softly and you nod. “Sorry but, turn around. Please. Need to fuck you so bad.”

If your cheeks could blush any darker they would. You really love when he’s like this. You do as he says and turn around, his buldge already pressing at your ass as you feel him struggle to get his pants undone. When he does, he wastes no time in rubbing his raw shaft along your extremely wet folds. You shiver and manage to hold in any sound from coming out.

“Ah! H-hold on!” You tell him right before it feels like he’s about to press into you. You cant believe you didn’t think of this. You reach over for your purse and Yuta impatiently continues to rub against you. Looking for the condom in your bag as best you can, it’s not too long before you find it and pull it out. You knew having emergency ones in there would come in handy.

“Here. Put this on at least.” You say, handing it back to him.

He looks confused for a moment, and you know why. The two of you have been fucking raw for a while now. Which, in hindsight is not the best habit to have gotten into. But you suppose that was your risky kink, both of yours.

“Yu, we’re gonna make a mess if we don’t use it.” You reason with him, already hearing the protests probably circling in his head. You hear him whine just slightly, but he takes it. He knows you’re right.

As he’s putting it on you start to worry about yourself and getting caught again. You’ve never exactly been very quiet, and neither has he. At all.

“Try to go slow please.. I’m not sure how well I can keep my voice down if you’re not careful.” You whisper to him, bracing yourself against the bookshelf. You feel Yuta’s hand caress up and around your hips, his face moving up right to your ear.

“You’re right.. if we get caught we might get banned from the library. And then we’d have to study at your place from now on… what a shame that’d be.. right?” He says with a dark tone, and you know exactly what he’s implying. Horny asshole. There’s no way he’s serious.

“I think the penalty would be a lot worse than tha-AT!” You go to warn him but loose control of your voice when he shoves almost his entire length into you at once. Specifically doing the OPPOSITE of what you just asked.

“Yuta!!” You hiss, slapping his shoulder with the back of your hand before he starts moving. “What’d I just tell you?!”

He breaths a silent laugh into your neck “Sorry.. love you.” He says and places a few kisses along your neck and shoulder. You sigh at this and you know you can’t stay mad. Still, that was a surprise as he’s usually very obedient to you with requests like that.

“You’re taking me so good, though.” He adds, pressing a kiss to your cheek as well. You feel him slide in a little more and you both let out shallow breaths. You feel so close to him like this, his body pressed against you, pinning you to the bookcase with nowhere to go. His hands find yours and intertwine, letting you know he’s got you, he’s with you.

Your warmth felt so good around him like this, he didn’t even want to move. But just like before, he knows he’s gotta be quick here. This is what he was begging for and you so graciously allowed him to have. His thrusts go slow the way you asked of him, only picking up pace when he feels the need. The sound of your soft almost-silent moans and the squelching of his cock pumping in and out of you, filling the silence of the corner the two of you have to yourself. He groans and whines quietly into your back as his pace speeds up again, trying harder not to make noise with his motions more than with his mouth.

“Thank you.. fuck, I love you.” He tells you, breathlessly, mindlessly.

“Yuuta.. Ah!” You moan his name, just a little louder than you have been. His hand comes to cover your mouth, but it’s gentle. You know he’s just helping, knowing it’s hard for you to keep quiet like this. He keeps letting praises and curses fall from his mouth like mumbling, fucking into you with as much care as he can. Wanting to make you feel so good but not alert anyone to this private moment, just for the two of you. His hand can barely keep against your mouth, his focus elsewhere. You can hear his labored breathing and small moans that slip out right against your ear, making your hand stand and every part of you feeling sensitive.

“I’m gonna.. ahh.. gonna cum, Yu.” You tell him softly, your mind fogging. You look down below you and the sight is so incredibly lewd, like something you’d find on a nsfw blog. Your panties soaked on the floor beneath you, your feet basically on top of his the way you’re lifted up on your toes.

“Fuck, Please. Cum for me, love. Wanna feel it..” He pleads, fucking you harder now, the sounds getting a bit too loud. “I love you so much. Please. Please, please.”

There’s no way you could hold back your climax if you wanted to with the way he’s begging you like this. Your body complies, as if obedient to him of its own will. Your high ripples through you and you have to slap your hand on top of his to really keep quiet for this.

He doesn’t slow even on your comedown, continuing to fuck your aching hole. Your hands muffle the moans thatd normally be full-on wails if the two of you were home right now.

“Kiss me.” He tells you, his face next to yours already. You both let go and you press you lips to his again. He does his best to help drown out your sounds as he reaches his own high.

“Cumming.. fuck I’m gonna cum.” He whines against your lips, unable to focus on anything else anymore.

“Feels so good Yu.. cum inside me, please.” You plead for him, knowing it makes him feel even better when you praise him.

“I love you.” You finally tell him earnestly, and he echoes it back to you so breathlessly that you could barely make it out.

He thrusts into you one last time, spilling his seed into the condom that he wishes wasn’t there. He wants you to feel him finishing inside you, he’d become addicted to it.

Still, he basks in the way you twitch and squirm against him as he keeps his dick stuffed deep inside you, pressing against your cervix wall.

“Yu..” You whine, knowing he knows what he’s doing. He just wanted to enjoy it a moment longer, that’s all. When he pulls out of you, the both of you gasp a little, breaths heavy and shaking.

At the beginning of this, when you offered to do it in the library, you had not thought it’d be intense like this, and you definitely didn’t consider how your legs would feel afterward. They are shaking and you’re praying Yuta can’t tell because he will most definitely tease you about it. His arms wrap around you as he embraces you one more time.

“After studying, later I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” He tells you sweetly, like it’s not the totally vulgar sentence that just left his mouth. You scoff in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” You say with amused exasperation.

“We had to use the condom..” He pouts, looking up at you from shoulder level. “I want to give you a creampie like I usually do.”

Good lord, what have you turned this man into?

“Alright, alright.” You tell him, rolling your eyes with a smile. “But only if you actually study with me now. Cmon, put this away.” He flinches when you poke his now half-hard dick, but does as you say anyways.

This is good, now he has some real motivation to work. He studies with you that day harder than he’s probably ever studied in his whole life.

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azriels-shadowsinger · 7 months

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Confessions (Azriel x Reader)

summary: you and azriel are best friends, but his flirting with elain has become too much for you to bear, so you decide to try to move on.

wc: 3k

a/n: !!warning: mentions attempted SA!! This is the first real fic i have written in years so it’s probably shit but if you decide to read this thank u and i love u.

Read Part Two

For months now, you have been fairly upset about seeing Azriel pining after Elain, but even more annoyed that your friendship with him has become insignificant to him now that he spends all his time with her. About a decade ago, you decided that being hopelessly in love with Azriel was pointless since he would never see you that way, so you settled for friendship. It’s better to have him as a friend than not at all… or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself. Mor is the only one who knows about your crush and has kept your secret, but not without constant pestering to tell him how you feel.

“He’s in love with Elain, Mor. I’m over it and over him. I’m ready to move on.” You lie as best you can to her and to yourself.

“You’re so full of shit. But fine, I’ll play along. When we go out tonight, you’re finding someone to go home with!” She says excitedly while finishing her eyeliner. Mor forced you to put on a tight, navy party dress that barely covers your ass instead of letting you wear your go-to little black dress.

After she finishes getting ready, the two of you head down to your room to grab your lipstick, but when you open the door to the hallway, you see Azriel and Elain at the end of the hall whispering and standing only inches from each other. You ignore the ache in your chest at the sight and turn the opposite direction to head to your room, refusing to look behind you when you feel a pair of eyes staring at you.

———

Rita’s was crowded, as per usual. After about an hour of drinks and dancing, you were decently drunk and had forgotten all about Azriel… well almost.

“Can I buy you a drink?” You hear a male say from beside you. He’s tall and fairly handsome, but nowhere near Azriel’s level of attractiveness- damnit you need to get him out of your head!

“Sure. I’ll have what you’re having.” You try to say seductively, but it just comes out awkward. Gods, when was the last time you tried to flirt? He chuckles and orders your drink. Mor gives you a wink from across the bar and disappears into the crowd with a stranger.

After a while of talking, you decide this guy, Mikael, is exceptionally boring, but the night is almost over and he’s your only option. Anything to forget a certain dark and mysterious shadowsinger. Why not try to have fun?

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Mikael whispers in your ear. No reaction. If Azriel had been this close and whispered something to you, you would be all goosebumps and blushes, but with Mikael… nothing. Fuck, this is probably a bad idea. Maybe you should just go home and try again another night.

“Y/n?” His voice pulls you out of your daze. “I asked if you wanted to get out of here.” He says a bit annoyed while sliding a hand up your thigh. Gods, this guy is kinda an ass. This is definitely a bad idea.

“Um… I’m pretty tired. And I came here with a friend, so I should probably find her to make sure she gets home safe.” You slowly stand from your chair to leave. You immediately stumble and feel much dizzier than before. You were never good at handling your liquor, and apparently tonight was no exception… except you don’t remember drinking enough to feel this drunk. Mikael’s hand grabs your shoulder to stabilize you, but his grip feels too tight and he doesn’t let go once you balance yourself.

“Cmon honey. We were having a fun night, let’s keep it going.” He leans too close for comfort, giving you a slimy grin. You pull away and stumble back.

“I really should find my friend. I’m sorry!” You say nervously and look around for Mor. She’s nowhere in sight. Shit. She probably either left with that girl thinking you were gonna go home with Mikael or she’s lost in the crowd. Either way, you just need to get away from Mikael. You stumble towards the door, feeling dizzy and seeing double. Each step feels slower and heavier than the last, but you finally step outside, savoring the winter chill that will hopefully sober you up. Just as you take a step outside, you feel a hand grab your wrist too hard and pull you towards the alley next to Rita’s.

“I spent a lot of fucking money on your drinks tonight, so I’m not gonna ask again. You’re coming home with me.” Mikael’s whiskey breath is inches from your face, making you want to gag. You want to scream for help. You want to kick and fight back, but your body feels weak and your vision keeps getting blurrier. After a moment, you slump onto Mikael and he helps you walk down the sidewalk. To everyone else, you probably look like a drunk girl whose boyfriend is helping her home.

No. No no no. You need to get away. You need someone to notice you aren’t okay. How the fuck did this happen?

You hear a voice behind you and your feet stop moving. It’s too blurry and dark to see, but soon you’re on the ground and someone is yelling. You shut your eyes, accepting whatever horrible thing is about to happen to you. But suddenly you are in someone’s arms, and a moment later you’re inside somewhere. You open your eyes, and despite the blurriness, you recognize your blue curtains. You’re home. Somehow.

Mor must have found you and winnowed you home. Thank the gods for that. You are set on your bed and covered you with blankets.

“Thanks… thanks for finding me, Mor.” You slur and curl into your blankets. “I think that guy… put something in my drink.” Your voice trails off as you become incredibly sleepy and shut your eyes. Mor sits you up and forces you to drink some water. Your eyes feel too heavy to open, so you keep them shut.

“Just… don’t tell Azriel about this. It’s embarrassing enough to go looking for a quick fuck to get over my crush, but it’s even more embarrassing to get fucking drugged by someone in the process.” You get the words out slowly between sips. Thinking about everything that just happened tonight should make you want to cry and vomit, but you’re too tired to do so. When you finish the water, you lay back down and immediately fall asleep.

———

Your head is pounding and the sun is shining too bright. Someone is yelling outside your door. You roll over in bed, half expecting to see some male, but thankfully you are alone in your room. You don’t remember much from last night, but apparently your attempt at a one night stand was unsuccessful. Probably for the best.

The yelling gets louder.

“She was on the fucking sidewalk outside Rita’s!” You hear a male voice yell. Azriel’s voice. Why is Azriel here? And why is he so damn loud?

You slowly make your way out of bed and to the door so you can tell him to shut up, but as soon as you open the door, you see several worried faces staring back at you. Mor, Rhys, Cass, Feyre, and Azriel all stare at you. Mor looks like she’s crying and Azriel is red in the face with a murderous expression.

“Can you all shut up? I have a head-“ you start

“Y/n I’m so sorry!” Mor hugs you tight, almost knocking you over.

“What the…” you start to question before you’re cut off again.

“Do you know his name, y/n? I’ll make sure he is taken care of.” Rhys asks. His voice is gentle, but his face is full of anger.

“Like hell you will. I would’ve killed him last night if I didn’t have to get her back here. I should’ve fucking killed that piece of garbage.” Azriel mutters.

What the hell is going on? You pull away from Mor and face the group.

“Does anyone care to tell me what we’re talking about?” You ask cautiously while rubbing your temples in an attempt to alleviate your headache.

“Of course she doesn’t remember you guys. Give her some space.” Feyre says softly and leads you back inside your room with Mor. The three males protest, but Feyre gives them a stern look and shuts the door. “Sit down, y/n. I’ll tell you what’s happening.”

You sit on your bed and look between Feyre and Mor anxiously.

“You were found outside of Rita’s being carried by a stranger and you were close to unconscious. You’ve been asleep for almost the entire day now.”

You stare back in stunned silence. The memories slowly start to return, but before you can ask a question Mor starts tearing up again.

“You don’t know how sorry I am y/n. You were hitting it off with that guy and next thing I knew, you were gone. I thought you went home with him like you planned, but when Azriel told me-“

“Azriel? Wait… what?” You ask.

“Azriel found you and brought you back here. He made sure you were safe before finding me and going ballistic on me for not watching out for you. I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to let you get hurt!” She cries again.

“I don’t understand. I vaguely remember someone bringing me home, but I could’ve sworn it was you, Mor, not Azriel.” They both shake their heads. You sit silently and process the information for a minute before saying the only thing that may be helpful in this moment.

“His name was Mikael. He had dark hair, hazel eyes, and wore a red shirt.” You whisper, still in shock. Feyre’s eyes glaze over for a moment as she relays this information to Rhys. Suddenly its completely quiet outside your door.

———

You spend the rest of the day in your room, still exhausted and fighting a hangover. Or the after effects from the drug… not sure. There’s a soft knock at your door.

“Come in.” You call out. Azriel slowly opens the door and walks in. You can tell he just got back and tried to clean up quickly, but there’s still a few smears of blood on him.

“Uh… hi.” You say awkwardly and motion for him to sit. Azriel sits on the end corner of your bed and looks at you with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes. His shadows are swirling around you, as if to check that you are actually okay. They’ve always taken an interest in you, which you normally appreciate, but right now it just makes you feel guiltier for last night.

“Thank you for finding me last night. I probably wouldn’t be okay right now if you hadn’t.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze. He takes a deep breath, like he is trying to control himself.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He mutters angrily. Azriel stands and starts pacing the room. “You could’ve been fucking killed!” He raises his voice.

“I know. I didn’t-“

“And then you go and say… fuck y/n!” He runs his hands over his face in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Az.” You whisper, fighting the tears that are building. Wait, why the hell is he mad at you? You didn’t drug yourself. “Azriel, it’s not like I planned for this to happen.” You say a bit annoyed. He lets out a cold laugh.

“Yeah, but you planned on going out to find someone to fuck. Wearing that fucking dress and letting that fucking worthless filth touch you.” He spits out angrily as his shadows swirl around your ankles.

“Okay look, I can do what I want and wear what I want. Why is it any of your business if I try to hook up with someone?” Your eyes burn and you fight the tears. “Obviously I wasn’t expecting someone to put something in my drink. I’ll be more careful next time!” You yell louder.

“Next time?” His voice drops to a whisper and he looks at you with an expression you can’t quite decipher.

“I don’t have to justify my actions to you, Azriel. Why do you even care? You’re never around anymore. Always too busy sneaking off with Elain to hang out with your best friend!” Hurt fills your voice. You hadn’t meant to let that last part slip out.

“Why are you bringing her into this?” His voice drops lower and his brow furrows.

“She has a mate, Azriel! What the hell are you doing?” You sigh and put your head in your hands. “I just miss you.”

He stops pacing and stares at you. “I’m right here. I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Yes you have! I never see you anymore!” Its true. He never makes plans with you anymore and it has been tearing you apart. It’s strange that he was even at Rita’s in the first place, because he never wanted to go even before he ditched you for Elain. Wait, why was he there? “You were at Rita’s last night when you found me.” It’s not a question.

He nods.

“Why were you there?” He obviously wasn’t expecting you to ask that because panic flashes in his eyes for a brief moment. “I know you weren’t there with Elain because she hates it there. And I didn’t see you inside with the guys.” I try to remember him outside the bar, but it’s all fuzzy.

“I was worried.” He mutters so quiet you barely hear.

“What?”

“I was worried about you y/n!” You look at him surprised. “I saw you in the hall ready to go out in that dress. God, that fucking dress. And the entire night I kept thinking about something bad happening. So I waited outside to make sure you and Mor were safe. And then I saw that fucking piece of shit with his hands on you and I just…” he trails off and takes a deep breath. “If something had happened to you… if I hadn’t been there to stop it…” His expression looks angry again.

You pause and process his words. He almost sounds jealous. But that can’t be it. Because he has no reason to be jealous.

He sighs again and continues with a softer voice. “Do you remember anything after you left?” He asks with a hint of desperation in his voice. You think hard for a moment. You thought Mor got you home and you told her what happened. But it wasn’t Mor. It was Azriel. And then you said not to tell Azriel because… fuck. Your eyes go wide.

Azriel stalks closer and is inches from you. “Do you remember what you said? Was that the drug talking or you?” He whispers low and gets closer, his eyes searching yours for an answer. This cannot be happening. If you thought your friendship was screwed before, this is definitely the final straw.

“Az…” you whisper.

“Tell me.” His voice is demanding.

“I don’t-“ you start, but Azriel turns and runs his hands over his face in frustration. He stays facing away from you, muttering something to himself.

“Azriel, I cant. You already avoid me as it is. I don’t think I can handle losing you as a friend. Losing you completely.” He obviously already knows, but saying it feels too real. Your words cause him to turn back around and get closer to you. Azriel leans over you, caging you against the bed in between his arms and stares at you silently for a moment. His shadows have stilled completely around you two. There’s something desperate in his eyes. He’s so close, closer than he has been in months. Hell, he’s closer than he’s been ever. You look from his eyes to his lips for a split second, mesmerized by the way he barely bites his bottom lip.

“Fuck it.” He mutters. Before you can ask what, he crashes his lips into yours. You freeze for a moment in shock, before melting into his touch. He lets out a low groan as you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. His calloused hands wrap into your hair and tug slightly, earning a small whimper from you. It takes several moments before you come up for air.

“Azriel… I don’t understand.” You ask breathlessly.

“Please tell me what you said last night is true. That you feel the way I feel.” He rests his forehead on yours.

“What about Elain?”

“I don’t care about Elain! I care about you! She knows that I’m in l-“ He pauses and takes a breath. “I was trying to get over you.” He grabs your chin softly and pulls your face to meet his. “It’s always been you, y/n. Please.”

You stare silently in shock for several moments. “Y/n…” Azriel’s voice pulls you from your trance and you realize he’s waiting for you to answer.

Just as you are about to respond, there is a knock on the door. Azriel quickly pulls away and sits on the edge of the bed away from you, as if nothing were happening.

“Come in!” You call out softly, and Feyre opens the door holding a plate of food.

“I should go.” Azriel says quietly and heads towards the door.

“Wait.” You try to stop him, but he keeps walking.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, y/n.” Azriel opens the door and leaves without a second glance. His shadows remain for a moment, before quickly retreating, as if being called to follow. Feyre gives you a questioning look, but you just shake your head and fall back onto the bed, finally letting the tears flow freely.

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privitivium · 3 months

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motherly!yan but smothering you in his big ole moobs as a "punishment" or reward, could go either way

Accurate. also made me think about how he would act if he was actually very angry with you,,, like ,,, what would set him off first and what would he do as a punishment to make sure you never do it again ( but you probably will ),,,, probably hangingout with some other person without asking him because i did mention he has very ugly jealousy,,,

him cornering you after you come home with PICTURES of you and the fucking person you were chilling with, out in the park or merely chilling down the strip of shops.. like woah mommy, cmon its not that big of a deal its not like you were out fucking them!!! and mother gets more upset at your words - towering over you and yeah you do get a little scared because of the aura radiating off of him,,, so dangerous and intimidating mother so happens to be,,,,, spanking you?? maybe. tying you up and placing you in the corner ??? Also a maybe,,,, but also him trying to love it out of you. therefore, suffocating your face in his fat pecs as "punishment". like, how dare you not notify me, your mother of such thing! while shoving his tit in your mouth to make up for the punishment, he cant handle actually reprimanding you,,, sensitive. then torturing him back by sucking and rubbing his other nipple raw til he gotta use bandaids to cover them puffy ass nubs up. eekekekk

edited;; dude also the type to run scalding hot water over his hands while he washes dishes - not wanting to use a dishwasher even though his kitchen is decked out in positively fucking everything, and is utterly surprised when you cant handle the water temp,,,, tryna console you and shit,,, kissing ur hands,,,, ughghgjh

#MOTHERLY YAN!#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #oc ☆ ( rambles :3 )

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imdead770 · 4 months

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The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Sodapop Curtis

Authors Note - I had to hype myself up for this because I procrastinate too much.

Sodapop Curtis -

• I feel like writing this is so simple because this man is concerningly affectionate??

• There's so many sweet things he'd do

• Whenever he started flirting nobody even noticed because he's like that naturally

• Unlike Dallas he actually asked you out straight up.

• He almost threw up before asking you and was literally jumping up and down when he got home

• Darry had to grip his shoulders to keep him on the ground

• He wouldn't shut up about you??

• Before and after you started dating, you're his conversation

• The gang is so sick of it

• Your first date was so perfect

• He'd do everything

• Open doors for you, push your hair behind your ear

• 😭❤️

• Whenever you were driving to your date, he hyped himself up to hold your hand

• But when you beat him to it he almost wrecked the car

• He was smiling the whole time after that

• He was already smiling, but now it was full out grinning

• Compliments.

• Every fucking day.

• Your hair, your outfit, your body, your eyes, your voice, your personality

• Makes sure you know just how perfect you are everyday.

• Your first kiss.

• Fuck romcoms, this was so much better.

• 100% used some shit pickup line on the end of your first date just to kiss you

" darlin'.. what kinda lipgloss you got on? "

" strawberry.. why? "

" mind if I have a taste? "

• Screaming. Crying. Hollering.

• He was so surprised it actually worked

• Like Dallas, pet names are just normal at this point.

• Darlin', sweetheart, doll, baby

• Either that or some really sappy shit like sweetcheeks

• He's super sweet but I know damn well Sandy made a dent in him

• You know how he's super affectionate? He needs just as much affection.

• A lot of times you just lay down, hold each other and talk.

• You lying with your head on his chest, him playing with your hair as he talked about the time Steve nearly burned off his hair at DX.

• He's always toucuing you in some way shape or form

• Holding your hand, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, kissing your cheek

• He's a PDA whore.

• Tries to help you with your homework but it ends up with him being way more confused then you.

" Hun, I gotta admit.. I ain't cut out for this. Go ask Dar. "

• Takes you out every Saturday

• Normally to the drive-in or some diner the gang talked about

• He's so loyal to you it's not even funny.

• Tells you every night about the girls who flirted with him at DX.

" You wouldn't believe it doll. I told her I ain't interested 8 times, everytime she just flipped her hair and kept on talkin'. "

• You always laugh your ass off because all these girls think they have a chance

• But you know damn well Soda would never do that

• One time a girl flirted with Soda infront of you

" You're real' sweet n' all, but I got a girlfriend "

" Aw cmon.. just cheat.. for me "

• The way you verbally harassed her.

• Sodapop nearly made out with you right then and there

• He 100% said I love you within the first month

• Almost cried when you said it back

• Talks about your future a lot

" How 'bout we name our kid Brooke? "

" I'm never havin' kids, Soda "

" Aw c'mon... can ya' imagine how good lookin' they'd be? "

• Kisses you an ass ton

• Always holds you close near the gang because he knows damn well half of them would fuck you given the chance 💀

• Saves up money to get you gifts

• Tries to remember the things you like for gifts but always scrambles it around

• Loves when you visit him at DX

• Makes his work days 11x better

• Literally so sweet to you

• You're crying? He'd literally drop everything to comfort you. Tired? He's already asleep with you.

• Talks about cars way too much

• Every day you have to explain you don't know what the fuck a carburetor is

• He's so used to having you around he has no idea how to operate without you anymore

• Like if you start sleeping together every night (keep it pg) and you have a school trip or something, he genuinely can't sleep

• He literally has to hold the pillow to sleep.

• Ponyboy was basically kicked out of the room because of you

• Still mad at you for that

• Your voice puts him to sleep

• If he lays on you while you're talking and you start playing with his hair, he'll literally be out in 2 minutes tops.

• He literally loves you so much and reminds you every chance he gets it

• The gang teases him but he doesn't care because you're way better than any of their girlfriends

• He's so perfect??

• Like you don't even understand how God did this.

• He's hot as hell, he's sweet, funny, caring

• He's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

• I love him so much 😔❤️

Steve's next

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dreamwritersworld · 10 months

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All too well. (Miles morales x reader)

Weather Miles knew it or not he was stabbing her right in the heart every time he made their relationship seem under wraps.

In front of everyone he refused to call their relationship what it was. Love. Not a childish relationship, at least not to Y/n.

Rio could see something was going on between the two. There wasn’t a day where she hadn’t dreamt of seeing Y/n in a wedding dress besides Miles, she was all too prefect. Y/n was practically the daughter she never had.

So Miles kept her close to his heart and he always got Y/n to return back into his arms but every time she did she felt shame, and he would just hold her lifeless frame. Their relationship was crowded, Gwen was stuck in the picture and the teenage boy was stuck between the two. He couldn’t imagine a life without either of them. Gwen gave him thrill and Y/n gave him comfort.

Both girls were spider-women except…Gwen wasn’t in their universe. She was gone and it had been months. Y/n remembered it all too well.

When arguments happened salty tears would fall from the two of them once they wrapped arms around each other, Miles breathed in her sweet candy scent wishing for it to smell like another. While y/n let tears fall knowing Miles imagined someone else with him. She didn’t trust herself, her body would always lead her back to the wrong things, him.

However…the patience of Y/n didn’t last longer. The night before everything went downhill they got into an argument…

It all started when we had came home from keeping watch on the city. Tonight wasn’t the best night, Miles was so distant and he refused to speak to me.

He spoke about me indirectly, I heard it.

“you’re just so irritable….”

I couldn’t ignore it, not this time. His frustration lighted a bottling flame waiting to ignite..

“I won’t ever understand you! You won’t even speak to me directly?! What am I supposed to do with that?!”

He turned around quickly, spoke irrational. Though I knew in some way or another he meant every word he said.

“If you were Gwen maybe I would’ve been just fine?!”

Hearing him say that made me want to die. Confirming something I denied for the longest. There was shuffling in my feet stepping backwards, my heart beginning to feel intense agony and the tears slipping from my eyes.

Miles couldn’t exactly see my face with my mask, but he knew what he had said cut deep.

“…we’re done.”

His hand reached out for me but all I could do was push him away. I fled immediately after, knocking into almost every building. My vision was disoriented since my eyes were flooding with tears.

That night I went to bed listening to my parents arguing in the living room, doing the same thing Miles and I had just done. Maybe it was for the better…maybe if I stayed I would’ve repeated the never ending cycle….

‘All’s wells, that ends well’ but Y/n was in a new hell every time he double crossed her mind. It goes without saying that the next day Y/n dreaded having to go to Jeff’s promotion party, but she would anyways because they were there for her big moments too…

My eyes felt swollen from the rough night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all. Picking between the clothes and getting myself out of bed was difficult, this breakup felt final.

I took everything step by step and I took a deep breath walking into the party.

“Y/n! Hija you made it, I was getting worried!”

Rio rushed in giving me her nurturing love and all that hit was the fact that this will never happen as much. I wouldn’t allow myself to come over any more after this, not when I know I’d go back to him.

“Hi Mrs.Morales! Hi Mr.Morales-“

“Rio let Y/n breathe!…Cmon give me a hug kid!”

I did return that hug but all I could do was take the emotions in..

“Congratulations sir!”

once we were done with our greetings they turned my body quickly to the skylines of the city

“Isn’t it beautiful!…haha yea.”

The way Jeff had spoke sounded quick and awkward, he rushed my body to turn so fast.

“oh yea it is..”

Rio couldn’t just stand there and act like she didn’t see Y/n hurt regardless if she didn’t see the scene Jeff hid her from, she wanted to protect her but she wouldn’t lie to Y/n either.

“Oh princesa, lo siento.”

Confusión covered my face but inside hearing just that but not knowing why, I was so close to breaking down.

“What do you mean?”

Jeff looked to Rio with pleading eyes begging her to stop and Rio had a sense of genuine and a need to not hide something.

“Miles is with that girl Gwenda, I can’t lie to you Y/n. You’re just too sweet for me to lie. Just know that no matter how or why your relationship ended, no es por ti.”

My swollen eyes wanted to cry once more, I turned my body to the crime scene. He did talk to her the entire time in the beginning of our relationship…maybe did even worse. She came back now, and Miles was the one who ran to her the second we called it quits.

I knew based off the smile on his face, he’d never feel sorry for the way I hurt. He was showing her off just by simply bringing her and pulling her close…

The entire time Y/n was staring Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes, everything Rio had rambled about them being together and Y/n being in love, Miles loving her back but out of nowhere it only ever became halfway. It hurt seeing the pain that struck her eyes.

Jeff gave Y/n the biggest hug..

“If you want Y/n..you can pick out your food, eat and take a good nap on our couch before you head home.”

A small tear feel from Y/n’s eyes, all she could do was nod and walk away…

I’ve never doubted myself so much, I hate that I gave Miles power over that kind of stuff. At some point in our relationship it was always one step forward and three steps back.

Once I made it back down to their apartment I couldn’t nap, my body wouldn’t allow it. Something was telling me to go. So I did.

I closed the window and leaped onto building from building , trusting my body to lead me in the right direction. When I arrived there was a damaged building and a portal..no one was there and it hadn’t closed yet, so I jumped in..

!💓!

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nom-nommmm1 · 2 months

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sorry! I have a suggestion: dead and y/n meet through friends and start liking each other without the other knowing and he offers to watch a horror movie with her one night (because she doesn't want to watch alone) and he's super shy and keeps a distance between them but she asks him to be there so she doesn't get scared. at one particularly scary scene she hides her face in his neck and he freaks out, and they kind of look at each other and finally kiss. then they have sex and he's very shy about it but she helps me feel better and it's amazing for both of them

THE MOVIE - PELLE/DEAD

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A/n: Hey anon! Thank you for the idea I hope you enjoy! :) For context y/n is not a virgin but Pelle is

Content warning !!: shy!pelle x fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, dick riding, hickeys

As the wind flew past the window of the school building she shivered a bit. The science teacher always left the window open no matter the weather. Somehow a kid always managed to spill a chemical in his class that would be too toxic just to breathe in so he ended up just keeping his windows open all the time. “Alright kids, off to lunch” he says. All the kids walk their way to the cafeteria tiredly. It was a Friday and Halloween eve. No one wanted to do work, just make it through the day so they could go home.

I grab my lunch tray and make my way to my usual table to see Pelle Ohlin. We had only exchanged a few words, he was a friend of a friend, but for some reason I thought he secretly didn’t like me. Always staying a good distance away from me, giving me weird looks. You know what I mean. I sit down to see Pelle now talking to Euronymous, my friend and his band member. It goes quiet. Euronymous briefly pats Pelle on the shoulder and whispers something in his ear. What were they up to?

I see Pelle glancing at me in my preifereal view and try to ignore it. “H- hey y/n” Pelle says a pinkish tone now coming to his face. “Hi Pelle, what’s up?” I ask turning my body to face him. “O-oh uhm I was wondering what you were doing and all, since it’s like the day before Halloween” he blush deepens and he puts his hands on his face to try and hide it better. “Nothing much, I was going to watch a horror movie with my friends but they dipped and I’m not trying to watch that alone” I chuckle a bit embarrassed. ”Oh I mean I could watch it with you? I have nothing to do either..” he drags on awkwardly.

“You’d do that?” I look back at the ground, then at him. “Uhm- yeah if you want me to” he says his voice muffled by the sleeves of his shirt, he’s now resting on his arms. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you there?” I say getting up to throw my tray away, walking out of the lunch room. “Totally..” he mutters as I’m already gone, his blush now bright red. Euronymous chuckles, hearing the whole conversation, hitting Pelles shoulder playfully.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

A knock on my door startles me. I quickly open the door to see Pelle in a little more of a classy outfit then the one he wore to school. “Dude we’re watching a movie, why’re you dressed up?” I laugh pointing at his dress shirt and pants. “Oh uhm…I don’t know, I just thought I should dress up” I chuckle again. “You do you I guess” Pelle looks down at the ground, embarrassed. “Hey I didn’t mean it, I’m messing. Cmon in” I smile welcoming him in. He smiles back and looks around the living room. “Nice place you got” he says in a bit of awe. “Thanks, my parents are stuck at work for the holidays so I get the house as I please” he nods his head in acknowledgment, roaming a bit around the room.

“Hey, you wanna get the movie set up and I’ll get the snacks?” I ask glaring at him. He nods in response, choosing a movie as I am in the kitchen picking out snacks. “You don’t have any allergies do you?!” I shout from the kitchen, trying to shout over the popcorn popping. “Nope! Not any that I know of!” He yells back, chuckling after. The microwave goes off, I take the popcorn out and put it into a nice bowl. I come back with a few snacks and popcorn, grabbing two waters as well. “Can you get the blankets?” Pelle nods again, running over to my fabric closet and pulling out two soft blankets.

He hands me the softer one and takes the other. He sits down, us at a respectably distance from each other, the middle of the couch empty with space. I click start in the movie and get comfortable to watch. As the movie goes on there’s a few jumps here and there. But the tension in my body builds as the scene goes on. The now quiet moment after the woman has lost the killer.

The killer jumps out, the woman screams. I jump, practically jumping on Pelle. Hiding my face in his neck. Pelle pulls me away, looking at me dumbfounded. I blush embarrassedly as he looks at me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ I say but I’m cut off by Pelles lips. My eyes widen in shock. I quickly get comfortable in the kiss, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck.

After a few minutes I pull away for air. We look at each other panting, beads of sweat start to form on Pelles forehead. “Do you wanna…go all the way?” He asks cautiously. His eyes dilate just from thinking about him being intimate with me. I smile nervously. “If you want to” and that’s all I have to say before he tackles me in a kiss again.

His face flushing pink, he’s belly flips just looking at you..but him doing this to you..how’s he supposed to handle all of this? I smile coming in closer to him, pinning him to the couch. I pull away for a second “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I say to him but he just shakes his head. “No no I wanna make you feel good” he says grabbing my hips, pulling me in closer.

I jump as a scream from the TV goes. Pelle chuckles, rubbing the skin of my exposed hips. “Hey nothing can hurt you babydoll, it’s just you and me here. I will never let anyone or anything hurt you” he whispers pulling me onto his lap. I smile, blushing a bit.

Pelle smiles back and takes me into a kiss. The once innocent kiss starts to get dirty, and eventually turns into us making out. He holds onto me tighter pressing me against him. His tent in his pants pressing up against my stomach. His face goes red. I laugh into his mouth, making him chuckle back loosening his grip, becoming less nervous.

Pelle pulls away, looking up at me straight into my eyes. “Can I..uhm take these off?” he asks referring to clothes. “Why of course” I smirk slowly lifting up my shirt. As my shirt goes up halfway Pelle does the rest takes my shirt off and throws it on the coffee table. He quickly unclips my bra and stops for a moment, taking in my figure. He then latches onto one of my breasts, groping the other one with his hand while the other is still on my hip.

I gasp as his tongue laps around my nipple. I can feel the bruises start to form on me from his hard grip, but I don't care enough to tell him to stop. Pelle sucks on the sensitive bits of my chest, going up and down the surface making me moan out. He creates small markings, not super huge but big enough to be prominent on my skin. Pelle takes his time with me, coating my chest in his saliva.

He pulls away from my chest, a string of spit following his path. He smiles, his lips glistening from his own salvation. “You're so beautiful,” he says before pulling my pants down painfully slow. “Last chance to back out my love,” he says, his brown eyes reaching my soul. “I'm ready,” I say putting my hands on his soft face, my hands gliding over his defined jawline.

Pelle lowers my underwear. His breathing speeds up, so close to the thing he's wanted for years. To think that his dream of being with you was about to materialize is driving him insane. My underwear is now completely off. Pelle groans impatiently taking off his boxers. His member twitches. Pelle places his hands on my hips once again, hovering me over his lap angling me perfectly before pushing in.

Pelle throws his back on the couch as we groan in sync. This wasn't my first time but I've never had anything quite like Pelles, thick and with a good length. What was I thinking before him? He stays like this for a bit, getting used to the feeling. “You feel better than I thought you'd be” he grunts starting to slowly go in and out, making a rhythm that feels good for the both of us. He speeds up, using my waist for support, his hands digging into me.

I moan, the stinging pain of his nails soon turning into pleasure. He mumbles and rambles as he goes in and out of me at a steady pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this” he says, blush starting to creep up to his cheeks and ears. I try to respond but I only grunt, being too focused in this moment to talk. People rolls his hips into my pussy making me moan into the nook of his neck.

Pelle is starting to slow down from exhaustion, as it was his first time ever doing something like this, but he wanted to pleasure you. After a bit Pelles legs start to shake tiredly. I put my hands on his chest, pinning him to the couch stopping him from rolling his hips. “Let me help, ok? Just relax sweetheart” Pelle nods relaxing into the couch a bit as I start to move around him. Pelle puts his head in my neck, holding onto my waist again. I start to pick up the pace, grinding on him, our hips crashing into each other as I feel a burning sensation in my abdomen.

Pelle whimpers, starting to pick me up and slowly drop me on his cock. I moan fully taking him in as I slowly fall to his base. Pelle then starts to pick me up and put me down on his cock harder and faster. I soon get used to the rhythm, rocking on his cock at the same pace. “Fuck! Y/n” Pelle says in my neck, giving it a few bites before relentlessly fucking me up and down on his cock. Echos of the movie comes from the TV but I am now too occupied to care.

Pelle and I moan in sync once more, not being able to control the sounds between us any longer. The sound of skin slapping becomes louder and louder by the second as Pelle speeds up. Precum and my slick become the perfect lubricant, letting Pelle slide in and out of me effortlessly. I rock harder on Pelles cock, our hips crashing into one another as we both reach the edge together. Pelles hot cum goes deep inside me, sending shivers down my spine.

As we come down from our own climaxes Pelle slips in and out of me a few more times before completely stopping to catch his breath. “Could we stay like this for the rest of the night?” He asks referring to being inside me. I chuckle. “If you want to I guess” Pelle smiles, kissing my shoulder. “I’m so glad I decided to watch this movie with you” he says admiringly. “Me too” I smile pulling him in for a kiss.

The ending was a little rushed but I hope u dudes liked it !! Thank you again for all the requests, I appreciate them <3

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soursturniolo · 6 months

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Unreal • Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo/Fem!Reader

Summary: Things take a couple turns after a creep leads you and Chris to leave a party early. Angst and then smut.

NSFW CONTENT BELOW! Don’t like, don’t read.

Tonight Chris begged me to come to a house party that him and his brothers were invited to. I was hesitant, but after him insisting it would be fun and that it’s okay I come as their plus one, I decided to come.

But now I am confronted with a situation that is the perfect example of why I didn’t want to come, and why I hate these parties so much. Despite the fact that Chris’s arm is wrapped snuggly around my waist, obviously showing the fact I’m taken, this drunk man at this party keeps staring at me. His eyes haven’t came up to my face once, instead staring at my chest, my hips, my legs. I felt good in this tight black dress, but now Im wishing I had picked something different to wear. I feel disgusted, and like an object. It’s bad enough he’s looking at me, but then the guy gets the audacity to walk this way.

“Hey, doll face” the guy slurs my way. I immediately recoil back, pressing up against Chris a little closer. I assumed Chris would say something to the creep, but his face stays schooled in a calm, careless expression as he sips his drink.

“Why don’t you leave this kid and come home with me tonight?” He guy asks, his face painted with a disgusting self righteous grin that makes my stomach turn.

Chris’s hold on my waist tightens a bit, but he says nothing. I look at Chris, before turning back to the drunk man.

“Leave me alone. I’m taken and very much not interested,” I tell him, not wanting to cause a bigger situation but wanting him to leave.

“Cmon, baby, don’t be that way,” he sneers.

“Leave me the fuck alone or I’ll stomp my stilettos on your dick,” I tell him, anger at him and at my own boyfriend’s lack of a reaction bubbling to surface. The drunk man rolls his eyes and grumbles as he stumbles away.

After the man leaves I grab and remove Chris’s arm from my waist, turning to face him.

“I’m getting an Uber and leaving, have fun?” I tell him, voice low.

“Okay, babe, I’ll come with you we can go back to mine for the night,” he tells me, sitting his drink down and pulling out his phone. We walk out of the house and wait out front as Chris texts his brothers to let them know we’re leaving and orders the Uber for us.

The ride back is silent and uncomfortable. Chris moves to put his hand on my thigh once but I’m quick to move my leg out of his grasp. I’m so angered. How could Chris just stand there and not say a word while that man looked at me that way? I don’t understand. Does he just not care?

I stand behind Chris as he unlocks the front door, but as soon as its open I shove my way in front of him, stepping into the house as I ignore Chris’s sound of surprise at my action. I step out of my heels, picking them up as I make my way to his room in a huff.

“Babe?” I hear Chris call to me as I walk through his bedroom doorway.

“I can’t even look at you right now, Chris,” I grit out, shaking my head and walking further into his bedroom. Normally I wouldn’t argue with Chris at all, especially at their house, but I’m so upset and Nick and Matt are still at the party we both just left.

“I don’t even understand why you’re so upset with me right now,” Chris says as he shuts his bedroom door.

“Really? You have no idea?” I ask, turning to his as a toss my heels down by his closet, letting them clatter on the floor carelessly.

“No, I really don’t? If it’s about that fucking creep I don’t have any control over that and you handled it,” he says, taking his hat off and sitting it on his dresser next to the others before running his fingers through his hair, pushing it all back.

“Exactly!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up out of exasperation, “I had to handle it, you stood there without a care in the world!”

Chris immediately shakes his head.

“Hey, I didn’t like him bothering you either,” he says, voice the most serious it’s been all evening.

“Really? Because it seemed like you didn’t give a single fuck. Most boyfriends would have said something or been jealous or something! Do you even give a fuck about me?” I yell at him.

“Of course I give a fuck, I fucking love you,” He says back, voice serious but still too calm for my liking. Why isn’t he getting upset?

“Oh really? Because you sure had me fooled,” I tell him, rolling my eyes in disgust as I walk towards his closet, moving to grab something of his so I can change out of this dress.

“Hey, wait,” I hear him say as I feel his hand grasp mine, stopping me. I turn to him. He’s gazing down at me with his blue ocean eyes, face as serious as his tone has been.

“I don’t want you thinking for one minute that I don’t care or that I don’t love you. I do. That’s exactly why I acted the way I did,” he explains, leaving me even more confused.

“What the hell do you mean?” I ask, confused and still irritated.

“We’re secure right? Like we’re solid?” He asks, confusing me more.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for a year, I’d hope so,” I say, almost laughing.

“Exactly. I don’t worry about guys coming up to you. I know at the end of the night, you’re the one I’m going to bed next to. You have my heart and I have yours. I don’t worry about that anymore. You think I wasn’t bothered by that man looking at you like a piece of meat? If I wasn’t in the position I am, with eyes on me at these fucking parties because of who I am, I could have broken the kids jaw. But I can’t do that. I also knew you’d have it handled. I don’t want to speak for you or over you. You’re a strong, independent woman. And I was right there ready to have your back if he tried anything or didn’t get the hint.” He explains.

His eyes show his sincerity, like they’re pleading me to understand. I understand his point and feel better hearing his side. I still hate what happened this evening though.

“I’m sorry I got so upset with you, I think most of it was misdirected anger if I’m being honest. That man just made me feel so gross. I gotta get out of this dress,” I tell him, trying to turn back to his closet but I’m stopped by him again.

“It’s alright baby, but I’m sorry he made you feel that way. You looked beautiful in your dress tonight,” he tells me, his voice soft, but eyes staying on my face. Usually when he’s complimenting what I’m wearing he’s looking at it.

“Then why aren’t you looking at the dress?” I ask, playful as my gaze travels from his eyes to his lips and back.

“Well, I dont want to look at you like that asshole did,” he explains.

“Baby, I don’t mind when you look at my body,” I explain, resting my hands on his chest and gazing up at him.

His eyes darken as they trail down my body, looking at how my black dress hugs my curves, showing off my chest and hips, stopping high on my thighs which just accentuates their thickness.

“god, youre unreal, ma” he mutters before smashing his lips against mine. He grasps my hips, pulling my body flush against his as our lips and tongues work together in sync. Chris backs us against the bed, moving to gently lay me down underneath him.

I grasp his black shirt, tugging at the hem and pulling it up his body, our lips disconnecting just long enough for us to take it off of him. My hands roam his shoulders and torso as we make out. I feel his hands travel up my sides to the back zipper of my dress and my hands move down to unbutton his pants. We both pull apart from the kiss, out of breath.

“Is this okay?” He checks in with me, breathless.

I lean up to press my lips to his again before nodding. He unzips my dress and helps me shimmy out of it, tossing the garment to the floor once it’s off of me. His pupils are blown with lust as his eyes trail over my body, now left in only the black lacy lingerie set I had worn underneath.

“you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he mutters, hands moving to run aimlessly over by body as he begins trailing wet kisses from my neck, down my chest as he unclasps my bra. He pulls my bra off, tossing it off to the side. One hand comes up to cup and squeeze my left breast as his lips trail down the right, him bringing my nipple into his mouth, sucking and running his teeth against me.

My mouth falls open with a shaky cry, my legs tightening around his body as my hands come up to weave into his hair, tugging lightly. We groans against my chest, as my breath comes out as another shuttering sigh.

I tug at his hair a little firmer this time, bringing his head back up to be level with mine, kissing him passionately. My hand leave his hair and return to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. He pulls back from the kiss, moving to help me pull down his pants and boxers in one go, his hard on slapping against his lower stomach, tip shining with precum already.

I grasp him in my hand, gently running my fingers over him. His breath stutters and his hips jerk, pushing himself into my hand from his sensitivity.

Chris moves his hands to the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them in the same direction he tossed my bra.

Once they’re off, he crawls back on top of me between my spread legs, his hard member brushing against me, making my hips twitch with anticipation.

“Please,” I sigh breathily, barely recognizing my own voice.

“I know baby,” he whispered.

I watch as he grabs himself, running his tip between my folds, using my arousal to slick himself up. I feel myself clench around nothing, yearning for him and the fullness only he can bring me. He lines himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing in.

“Chris,” I cry out as he fills me, my nails digging into his shoulders at the stretch.

His hand steadying him digs into the sheets next to my head, his other hand holding my leg around his waist. He groans as his hips come to rest against mine, inside me as far as he can go.

His lips brush against mine delicately, as he sighs out my name.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, making me smile. My left hand leaves his shoulder to brush his hair back softly, as I whisper those three words back to him.

His head burrows into the crease where my neck meets my shoulders as he pulls his hips back and begins to thrust, his hips shuddering as I move my own to meet his deep and firm thrusts. I feel his breath puff against my neck as he works above me. My eyes roll back as I feel him begin to brush against that little bundle of nerves inside me, making me shudder in pleasure under him.

“Chris, don’t stop,” I pant out, nails digging greedily into his back. He moans in pleasure against my throat as his thrusts become even rougher and more powerful, jarring my body and making him constantly rub against that spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

My legs tighten around his waist. I feel myself clench tightly around his length, my breath shuddering with each of his thrusts, feeling myself getting closer to the peak.

“Of fuck, Chris, I’m so close,” I cry out.

“Go ahead baby,” he coaxed against my throat, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses there, “be a good girl and come for me, baby” he whispers.

At his praise I feel the tenseness in my stomach snap, my hips shuttering against him as I clench and gush around him, the strength of my hair overwhelming me as I cry out his name and explicits on an endless loop.

I feel Chris’s hips buck against my own, feeling him twitch inside me as he releases, my name falling from his lips in a deep groan, his chest heaving. Chris collapses on top of me from exhaustion, his head still burrowed in my next and him still resting inside of me, slowly softening. I bring my hand up to run my fingers through his hair soothingly as we relax into each others arms. I feel myself lulled to sleep my the sound and feel of his gentle breathing against me, finding comfort and love in our intimate embrace.

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stuffieplaydateinc · 4 months

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"Eat your nightmares."

📚 caregiver!Wallace Wells × regressed!Scott fic

• Scott wakes up from a nightmare and regresses. Wallace comforts him

• pov : third

• ⚠ : Scott being tipsy (mention). This is 100% platonic! Please do not tag/see this as a ship fic.

• Word count: 633 words

Scott has been roommates with Wallace for awhile now. Wallace allowed Scott to bunk with him for a night because he was too tipsy to drive himself home. Ever since he kinda just stayed with Wallace. Wallace says he is annoyed with Scott about it, but in reality he doesn't really mind. Since they were roommates they knew alot about eachother. (As they are friends as well). And that included Scott's regression. He didn't really care about it and just shrugged it off— most of the time he wasn't involved anyways so why should he care? He wasn't really Scott's caregiver either; he was just there. As of lately now, Scott has been getting nightmares. Because of these nightmares he gotten more and more anxious about preforming on a live stage with his band. Mostly because of stage fright. And one of these nights weren't any different than the other nightmares he's been having. He woke up drenched in his own sweat and tears, as if this was a nightly routine. Scott stared at the wall beside him for a few minutes as if he was trying to comprehend what was going on. He groaned lightly as his fist balled to his side. He lifted his hand to his face and rubbed his exhausted eyelids. He held back the tears as they began to well up in his eyes. "I don't think I can do this.." he muttered under his breath. Since their band was getting more popular over the past few months they had a chance to show their talent on a live stage. But lately as the nightmares of him making a clown out of himself gotten more frequently, he grew more and more uncomfortable with the idea of preforming on the stage. Scott was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't know Wallace shifted in the bed. "Same nightmare again?" Wallace asked in his monotoned sleepy voice. Scott snapped out of his thoughts the second Wallace began talking to him. He looked over at him with tears beginning to break from his eyeduct barrier. Warm tears fell down and painted his cheeks. He nodded as a response, not knowing how else to respond without his voice breaking. Wallace stared up at Scott before sighing. He sat up slowly before he opened his arms up. "Cmon Scott, in my arms." He encouraged him to do so. When Scott scooted over and wrapped himself in Wallace's embrace; he locked his arms around Scott, immediately soothing him. "Shh, shh.. it was only a nightmare bud." He reassured. Scott was trembling like a leaf as he sniffled. He buried his face into Wallace's shirt while his grip on Wallace's torso didn't falter. Wallace let out a soft sigh before resting his chin on Scott's head. "Yknow," Wallace began. "You're gonna do great." He said quietly. "I've seen you guys preform million of times before. I know I act like I don't care sometimes, but I promise you that you're gonna nail the performance." He said with a matter of fact tone. He lifted Scotts chin so his gaze would match Wallace's gaze. "You're doing great. Just keep being you." He whispered before bringing his lips to Scott's forehead, reassuring him with physical affection. He never was good at it, but he somehow was good at cheering up others. Scott looked up at Wallace as his tears slowly began to dry on his skin. "Promise..?" He asked hoarsly, but otherwise grateful for Wallace's reassurance.

"Promise." He repeated. "Now let's go change your clothes. You're sweating through your shirt." He nudged him lightly before his free arm hooked underneath Scott's legs to pick him up bridal style. He got up with Scott in his arms before he took him to change out his clothes.

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atinywriter · 1 year

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kitchen confessions

[ yunho x reader ] [ bestfriendstolovers!au]

[ listen to: dance, baby! by boy pablo // fallingforyou by the 1975 ]

[ wordcount: 2.2k ]

[ warnings: unedited, paragraph or two of a creep, little bit of kissing, soft yunho hours, my first imagine so please bear with me. ]

The pulse of the bass and the strobe of the lights had put [y/n] into a trance on the dance floor. San and Wooyoung were on either side of her swaying body, the three of them chatting away excitedly with grins on their faces. Every now and then San and Wooyoung would try to out do each others funky little dance moves, which would lead to the three of them giggling hysterically. With the group of bodies moving together [y/n] could feel herself overheating. She let both of the boys know that she was going back to their table for her drink, and started making her way between people to get there.

The bar that her friends had chosen was fairly popular, and the crowd was only growing the longer the night went on. After shimmying her way through a group of giggling girls, her eyes on their groups table in the corner, she’s stopped by a hand grasping her arm. She is turned abruptly by the firm grip, and her eyes meet the eyes of a plain boy clearly trolling on the dance floor. Without letting go of her arm, the boy starts to speak.

“I saw you over there dancing with your friends, it looked like you were giving them a real good time. Now that you’re all alone I think it’s my turn to take you for a spin, cmon and have a dance with me,” the rude boy insists, not letting up on her arm. [Y/n] takes a step back, trying to create some distance, but he steps closer again.

“No, thank you. I’m going over to meet my friends,” [Y/n] says, trying to tug her arm out of his grasp. His hold on her tightens to a bruising force and he pulls her even closer to the point where she could smell his putrid alcohol based breath. [Y/n] could feel the panic start in her lungs, making the air feel hot and her palms sweaty.

“A couple of songs won’t hurt you love, might even make you want to come home with me,” he says lewdly, a sneer on his face. From the corner of her eye, [Y/n] could see a familiar hand coming down to rest on the rude man’s wrist.

“I’m not sure if you’re deaf or stupid, but she said no. Leave, now,” she heard her best friends low tones over her shoulder. She should have known that Yunho would keep an eye on her. Taking her eyes off of the sleazy man in front of her, [Y/n] looks up at Yunho and takes in the anger rolling off of him. Yunho has always been fiercely protective of his friends, and she was no exception- if anything he was more protective and sheltering of her than anyone. The rude man sneers at both of them and scoffs before releasing her arm and walking back into the crowd of dancers.

“Are you okay, [Y/n]?” Yunho asks, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her away towards the edge of the crowd. Taking her arm is his gentle hands, he looks over the bruising that is already starting to form and his frown deepens.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Yu. Some creeps don’t know when to take no for an answer,” she huffs before sending a small smile up at him. Yunho smiles gently at her and pulls her into a hug, careful not to crush her bruised arm, and rests his head on top of hers. She takes in a deep breathe and feels the tension leave her shoulders with his comforting scent.

“You know i’ll always protect you, [Y/n]. Let’s go get a drink, hmm?” He says, releasing her from his hug and slinging his arm around her shoulder again, pulling her close and tugging her over to their booth.

Mingi, Yeosang , and Jongho were seated in the booth, while Hongjoong and Seongwha were competing against each other in a game of pool. Mingi slides over leaving enough space for the two of them. [Y/n] sinks into the seat between Mingi and Yunho, picking up her drink and taking a few refreshing swigs. Rubbing her arm absentmindedly, she heard Yunho speak up from next to her.

“This bar is just not the vibe right now, let’s go onto the next one,” Yunho says, and the others agree but not before they take another round of shots. Seongwha goes out onto the dance floor to collect San and Wooyoung, while Yeosang walks over to the bar to order the shots for the table.

Everyone crowds together in a circle, each holding a shot in their hand.

“To [Y/n], congratulations on your new promotion, you’ve worked very hard and we can’t wait to see where your career takes off from here,” Hongjoong lifts his glass and slightly bows his head to you. There’s a chorus of “cheers, [Y/n]’s” and large smiles from all around while simultaneously shooting back the drinks. Gathering all of the coats and bags they’re brought, the group leaves this bar and starts walking towards the next one they had planned. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were walking together in the front, the rest of the boys were behind them goofing off and jumping around, and Yunho and [Y/n] are trailing along behind them.

“Yu, let me take a picture of you,” [Y/n] requests, leading him by the hand over to a bike post on the edge of the street. It was well lit and empty, and [Y/n] thought Yunho looked angelic, and wanted to capture a nice moment in their evening. Yunho smiles and plays along, posing while [Y/n] snaps pictures on her phone. After taking a few she hums and smiles before sending them to Yunho. Reaching out her hand, she pulls him alongside her again. The group had reached the bar, and [Y/n] and Yunho weren’t far behind.

Into the late evening and early morning, the group started breaking off and heading back to the dorms. [Y/n]’s apartment wasn’t far from their dorm, and Yunho sent the others off with the intention of seeing her home safely. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

They end up taking a cab back to her apartment, [Y/n]’s light snores flowing up from her head resting on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho smiles softly while looking down at her soft cheeks and long lashes, resting his head against hers gently so not to wake her. The ride in the cab is not very long, so soon Yunho is unbuckling [Y/n]’s seatbelt and coaxing her out of the car. They walk up the stairs together, one surefooted and the other slightly stumbling.

Reaching the door to her apartment, [Y/n] hands her keys off to Yunho to unlock the door, which he does quickly. Holding her hand and tugging her inside, Yunho locks the door behind him and gets down on his knees in front of [Y/n]. He starts untying her shoelaces and looks up at her with a small grin on his face. [Y/n]’s eyes are wide and her full cheeks are dusted with blush. His grin widens, and he quickly works the shoes off of her feet. Slipping his off with ease when finished with your shoes, he takes your hand in his again.

“I know you’re tired, but we should really eat something. Can I make you a grilled cheese,” Yunho asks as they walk through to her kitchen. [Y/n] plops down into one of her barstools and nods.

“Only if I get to choose the music,” [Y/n] requests exuberantly, already pulling out her phone and scrolling through songs.

“That’s fine with me, just don’t let it get too loud so we don’t disturb the neighbors, right darling?” Yunho says it so nonchalantly while warming up the pan that she almost misses it. Yunho had always been sweet but he didn’t usually use pet names with her, rather using endearing ones to poke fun at each other. It made her thoughts wander, pupils darkened and eyes staring holes into the middle of his back. She could think of a lot of different ways for him to call her darling.

“I thought you were going to turn on some music,” Yunho questions before her daydreams get away with her. She smiles at him and presses play on an upbeat boy pablo song, dancing along in her seat for a second before hopping up and holding out her hand to Yunho. He waves his spatula at her as if he didn’t want to dance, but knowing Yunho he always wanted to dance. [Y/n] gets closer to him and tries enticing him even more.

“C’mon Yu, you didn’t dance with me at the club at all. You owe me a dance,” [Y/n] states matter of factly, wiggling her fingers.

“That’s because you were too busy being sandwiched between Wooyoung and San,” Yunho sighs and pouts while putting down the spatula. He folds his arms and looks down at her with his plump lips still pouted. She giggles and pulls his arms apart, waving them in the air until he loosens up and a genuine smile takes over his pout.

They bop and dance around together for a few minutes while Yunho multitasks and finishes up their grilled cheese. They eat them while the song continues on, the fun beat making them both giggle together.

The song ended and the dulcet tones of Matty Healy singing fallingforyou began, making [Y/n]’s eyes fall shut and swaying her body to the ethereal sound. Yunho looks down at her with a fond smile on his face, thinking about how much this song applies to their relationship. As far as he was aware, she was clueless to his overwhelming feelings for her. They had been friends for years, and recently he’s been feeling more for her. His tenderness had become so obvious, to the point where his friends tease him, and dare him, and try to do anything in their power to match Yunho and [Y/n] up. Yunho doesn’t mind though, it always felt like having her close kept him sane.

On the other side of things, [Y/n] knew she had feelings for Yunho. I mean honestly, how could she not. He was charming and smart, tall and handsome, the literal human embodiment of sunshine. He was her light in the darkness, but she knew how unattainable he was. Someone like him liking someone like her? Highly improbable. A fun daydream to have in moments like this. In her eyes, Yunho was so far out of her league it wasn’t even funny.

[Y/n] could feel Yunho’s hands pulling her closer to dance to the slower song. Her eyes opened and looked up into Yunho’s soft brown ones. He pulled her into his chest, her head resting against it while his warm arm wrapped around her back. They swayed together while he hummed, his low reverb vibrating through her. It felt very intimate to her, and she couldn’t stop the flush and nerves that zapped through her body. Listening to the lyrics of the song, she couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat, wanting to confess her never ending fondness for him. She wanted to, more than anything, but the anxiety was making tears build up in the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck,” Yunho’s soft voice sang along quietly while swaying them, and [Y/n] couldn’t help but stop and look up at him.

“I can’t hold it in anymore, Yu. I think I’m in love with you. I know that this is gonna be awkward now because there’s no way you could ever like me but I just couldn’t hold onto it anymore,” [Y/n] rushes out in one breath. Her face heats up and a tear falls from her eye, the heat of embarrassment enfolding her body.

“Oh baby, why are you crying?” Yunho’s warm hang reaches up to wipe the tear from her cheek.

“I’m so scared you’re never going to want to hold my hand again… and your hand is the only hand I ever want to hold,” [Y/n] says, being as honest as she can now that all of her cards are on the table. She sniffles and looks down at her feet.

“You’re hand was made to fit in mine, you take my breath away with everything you do. I can’t believe it took me all these years to figure out how I truly feel about you. You are everything to me [Y/n], I love you,” Yunho confesses, feeling weight leave his shoulders at knowing you feel the same. It’s exhilarating.

His hand still resting on her soft cheek, Yunho tilts her head upwards towards him, and leans down 80% of the way. He wants to give her the chance to back away if she needs to. Instead, [Y/n] pushes her pillow soft lips into his, and Yunho’s eyes close at the feeling. He had imagined it so many times, and his imagination could never compare to the real thing. Pulling you closer Yunho deepens the kiss between them, a soft moan leaving her lips at the feeling of his hands on her hips. His grip tightens before he backs his head away from yours a bit.

“Please, be mine?” He asks, looking intently into her eyes.

“As if I could be anyone else’s.”

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bb-sg · 11 months

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Beg Pt. 6

Gojo x Fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of suicide

Part 6 is up. This is part of a series, I recommend reading the other parts first.

֍ Part 1 ֍ Part 2 ֍ Part 3 ֍ Part 4 ֍ Part 5 ֍

Please mind the warning, MDNI.

“Isn’t that right, Geto?”

Geto’s jaw locked while he stared Gojo down. You could feel the tension rolling off of him but he remained composed, not giving into Gojo’s attempt to rile him up. The air suddenly felt heavy and cumbersome. The playful and inviting aura around Geto was long gone, replaced with a more serious and menacing one.

Geto sucked his teeth and scoffed. “I don’t know about strongest. You did get beat by a non-sorcerer after all.”

Geto leaned back into the chair and turned his attention towards you. He gave you a disingenuous smile, one that may have been meant to put you at ease but ended up doing the opposite. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt under the table, not wanting to intervene.

“Did he tell you about that? That’s why you found him half dead, unconscious and defenseless.” Geto’s face didn’t convey any of the venom that was in his tone.

Your eyes flickered to Gojo’s but once his eyes met yours, he quickly diverted his attention back to Geto. The wheels in your brain began to turn as you recalled your first encounter with him. You remembered the faint fluttering of his heart as you tried your best to keep him alive. The memory of seeing his blood trickling onto the forest floor made you grimace.

A person did that to him without cursed energy? How?

Lost in thought, you barely registered the two men continuing to bicker amongst each other, the volume of the argument rising with each exchange. The quiet place you called home now being flooded with testosterone and anger.

Geto’s body language remained neutral, remaining seated in the chair but his words cut deep, his tongue sharp as knives. While Gojo’s fist were clenched against the hard wood of the table, knuckles turning white from the strain he was putting on them. He laughed off all of Geto’s sly attempts to put him in place. His voice had a lit about it, a playful cadence although his body betrayed him, unsuccessfully hiding how pissed off Gojo was getting. Once again, it becomes apparent that these two were two sides of the same coin.

“Tch, don’t forget who saved your ass numerous times.” Gojo laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Cmon princess, I’ll show you who is stronger.”

“Oh.. is that what’s got you so worked up? You want to show off for the pretty girl. Typical Satoru.”

Your face burned as you felt embarrassment warming your skin, shaking your head, desperately not trying to get into the middle of whatever was happening between them. Geto lightly touched your arm, squeezing gently as if you reassure you. Gojo chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. This was not how Gojo imagined this would go. He had secretly hoped that you would fawn over him in front of Geto, not the other way around.

“This is about you and me, nothing more”

This can’t just be about me. Underneath the embarrassment that racked your body, you felt frustrated and annoyed. You pulled your mask down impulsively and shouted, “Stop talking!”

Both men stopped talking abruptly, mid sentence. Geto looked shocked, grasping at his throat in panic when he failed to produce any more words. Gojo straightened up, visibly upset that he was unable to continue the argument. He shook out his hair and his frustration as well. He finally looked towards you, smiling. There was something off about his smile. Underneath the surface you sensed a certain melancholy bubbling up. He turned on his heel and headed towards the door, not looking back at either of you.

Geto was staring at you, his eyes fixated on your cursed markings and lips. The look on his face told you that he wasn’t upset that you used your technique on him but that he was almost impressed with you. He hadn’t walked into this situation having high hopes for you but you quickly changed his mind. You intrigued him, made him want to know more about you, made him want to see everything that you could do.

Regret hit you like a tone of bricks when you realized how reckless you had acted. Using your cursed speech so impulsively around others was dangerous, that had been drilled into since you were young. Still, you acted before you thought it through. You sighed and pulled your mask back over your face, shying away from Geto’s gaze.

The curse you had placed over them wore off quickly, allowing Geto to cough up a few words after a couple minutes. You waited patiently for him to berate you, to scold you for being so reckless. Instead, he laughed and smiled at you.

“That was good, you actually caught me off guard. Strong and beautiful, you’re impressive.”

Geto stood up and held his hand out for you, helping you up out of the chair. You sat still for a moment, surprised by how caviler he was acting. Once you snapped out of your stupor and back into the present you smiled at him hesitantly. His dark eyes scanned over your face, reading you like a book.

“I apologize for Satoru’s behavior as well as my own. We will have to go get him though, he’s got a one-track mind. Stay close to me, I’ll protect you at any cost. Although, I sense you can handle your own.”

You scrambled to get your phone before texting him.

I thought you guys were best friends.

A small, emotionless laugh escaped his lips before he started leading you to the door.

“We are. Guess we’ve just been in edge from the last mission.”

This was more than just being on edge. There was something more passionate, more raw looming over them. You secured your mask, making sure to brace yourself as Geto and you ventured into the forest.

The trail you usually take, the one you’ve carefully mapped out to avoid any dangers, was long behind you. The untouched vegetation crunched under your steps, weeds and roots littering the path you were paving. Geto led the way, calling out to Gojo who had, somehow, disappeared.

The forest felt like an entity all on its own. A thin fog filled the air around the trees, the mist floating above the forest floor. The trees swayed back and forth, with an ebb and flow that reminded you of your own slow and deep breathing. These trees towered over you, gigantic living beings that had been growing there for hundreds of years. It made you nervous and small, the silence and the electric feeling in the air suffocated you, making it hard to breathe.

You focused on Geto, watching the muscles in his back ripple with his every movement. He moved quietly but with ease, maneuvering the life of the forest expertly as if he had been there before. You couldn’t help but marvel at his grace, carrying himself confidently as if he’s carefully thought out every step he took. His composure made you feel safe, like you could follow him into the depths of hell. He may even be able to talk you into it too.

He jumped over a wide stream with ease and landed safely on the other side before turning around to you.

“Need a hand?” His outstretched hand reaching for you.

You huffed, slightly annoyed that he thought you couldn’t do it on your own. You ignored his hand and took a couple steps back before running and jumping over the stream, landing further than Geto did.

You looked back and smiled at him before holding your hand out to him. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and he smiled at you as he pushed your hand away in humor.

“My mistake. I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.” He purred while walking alongside of you. You bit your lip and hummed, hoping to conceal how much you loved his praise. The smile that crept onto your face reminded you of the one you used to get when you were little and had your first crush. He called out to Gojo again and received no response. He sighed and looked over at you.

“He’s probably way ahead of us, recklessly preying on any curses he can find.”

You tapped his shoulder, flashing him your phone.

Is he going to be alright on his own?

“Yeah he’ll be fine, even if I don’t want to admit it sometimes, he is more than capable of handling himself. He is from the Gojo clan.”

You were pulled from the conversation when several small curses crawled across the ground, slowly attempting to chase you. Geto flicked his hand and a small canine looking curse appeared from his shadow. He then commanded the dog-like curse to attack and before you could register what was happening, the small curses were ripped apart by Geto’s curse.

You gasped, bewildered by Geto’s cursed technique. He controls curses? Like pets?

“Return.” He called out to the curse which immediately returned to his side, guarding Geto protectively.

He turned to you, his smile crinkled his eyes. You carefully walked up to him, eyeing the curse at his heels.

“Don’t worry, it won’t attack unless I tell it to. That’s my cursed technique. Not quite as elegant ass yours but can be handy.”

You stopped a few feet away from him, not fully convinced the rapid animalistic curse was safe. You nodded your head at Geto, hoping he might believe your façade that you were at ease. He reached out and held your hand, gently pulling you closer to him and the curse.

“See? I wouldn’t put you in harms way.” His fingers laced with yours while his other hand ran up and down your other arm, relaxing you. The uneasiness you felt now was due to his touch, allowing you to forget about the curse next to you. Not wanting him to see how shy he made you, you pulled away and began walking forward again, motioning for him to follow you. You did a terrible job of hiding your feelings, he was able to see how nervous he made you easily. Geto chose to say nothing, only smirking as he followed you, the curse trailing behind him.

The two of you continued through the forest and looking for Gojo, who was still nowhere to be found. Several small curses popped out from the darkness of the forest here and there. Geto’s curse swiftly destroyed them with ease. You had wanted to use your cursed speech to help exorcise the curses but Geto was too close to you. You wanted to show off in front of him, to see that impressed look directed at you again.

Through the darkness something caught your eye. Geto sensed it too, holding an arm in front of you protectively. The darkness shifted, something dancing through the shadows. He ducked down, pulling you down with him. A big hand clamped over your mouth while his other hand wrapped around your waist. Your back was flush against him, you could feel his heart beating in his chest. His smell engulfed you as you felt him wrap around you.

“Be quiet and stay down.” His breath tickled your ear and made your heart flutter. The loose hair that hung in his face was now brushing against your neck.

The moment and his proximity overwhelmed you, and almost made you lose sight of the bigger issue at hand. You quickly scanned the forest, looking for what had put you both on edge but found nothing. Geto’s curse had ran off in the direction of the sound, searching for the culprit that caused it. Geto’s grip on you loosened slightly as he whispered, “I can’t sense any cursed energy, can you?”

You shook your head slightly, the hand that had been covering your mouth dropped and rested on your shoulder. His other arm released you, allowing you to stand up slowly. Then you heard it, the soft sound of someone crying in the distance.

You looked back at Geto and motioned for him to follow you towards the sound. Before you could start walking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back behind him as he led the way.

“Stay behind me.” His voice was stern and tense. With slow and careful steps, he led you deeper into the trees, carefully and stealthily, hiding in bushes and behind trees as the sound of crying grew louder. You remained guarded as you got closer and closer. The sound just barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

God why did I agree to this?

You caught a glimpse around him and could make out a man, leaning against a tree with his face buried in his hands. There appeared to be no curses around, just the man, who presented no immediate threat. This relaxed you, as your heartbeat slowed down and the tension in your body disappeared. Geto did not put down his guard, he stayed low and watched the man intensely as if he was waiting for him to attack.

The sound of the man crying chilled you, his sobs were heart-wrenching and painful. You couldn’t help but start walking towards him, slowly assessing what this man was doing out here in the first place. Faintly you heard Geto quietly beckoning you to stay close to him but you ignored him.

The man was dressed in a nice suit, his wrist cladded with a nice Rolex watch as well as expensive looking rings blessing his fingers. A gold wedding ring caught your eye as you looked him over. He looked well groomed, not a hair out of place. The only indication that he had trekked though a dense forest was the mud on his shoes.

As you got closer, you crotched down to his level until you were only a few feet away from him. He didn’t acknowledge your presence unto you gently tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Dark, hollow circled haloed his eyes. His cheeks were stained with tears that he quickly tried to wipe away.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man’s voice shook as he backed away from you slightly.

Then you saw the letter and a photograph of a women he was holding in his lap. Then you saw the gun he lay next to him and everything came together. This forest was infamous around the world for being a place where people chose to end their life. This man seemed to be here for that purpose. Bile rose up your throat as you pieced everything together, your stomach churned at the thought.

“Could ask you the same thing.” Geto appeared close behind you, approaching without a sound. His tone and stance were abrasive and unwelcoming.

“Please, leave me be.”

You slowly reached over his lap to attempt to take the gun away but he quickly pulled back from you. Without saying anything, you shot Geto a look, nodding your head to the man. Wordlessly, Geto crouched down to the man’s level and held his hand out.

“Give it. You’re being foolish.”

The man shook his head and swatted Geto’s hand back. The mad grew angry with your attempts to intervene. He picked up the gun and aimed it at Geto, his hand shaking, barely holding it steady. You scooted back away from the man and pulled your mask down, ready to command him to put the weapon down. Your heart thumped hard in your chest as Geto looked down the barrel, unmoving and unresponsive.

“Take your little girlfriend and get the hell out of here!” The man’s voice quivered as he tried to tell Geto off.

Your eyes flickered to Geto’s, noticing the cold stare on his face. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Geto looked over at you, no longer acknowledging the man on the ground.

“This is a waste of time. We need to find Gojo, let’s leave him.”

There was an icy tone in his voice, he stood up tall and began walking away from you. You were taken aback by how callous he was acting in the situation. Frustration bubbled up inside you as you felt helpless in the situation. You focused on the man who had lowered his gun and stared apprehensively at you. You leaned in close and whispered so Geto could not here you say“Put the gun down“.

He immediately dropped the gun on the forest floor. Shocked, he stared at his hand as if it had betrayed him. Quickly, you grabbed the gun, noticing that the gun was light, empty. You sighed with irritation and relief. The relief did not last long before your noticed the pain in your chest and throat. You coughed and rubbed your chest trying to soothe the ache that only grew more painful.

Once your coughing ceased and you were able to take a deep breath, you turned around to Geto. Carefully, you picked words that you felt confident wouldn’t cause the other two any harm. Your voice was rough and uneven as you tried to keep calm and not let your frustration get the best of you.

“We can’t abandon him here. It’s not safe!” Geto clearly had no intention of helping the man, but you couldn’t walk away when someone was in distress.

Geto sucked his teeth and threw you a glance over his shoulder. “I’m not here to save some civilians from themselves. I mean he’s put himself in danger willingly.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued back to the path the two of you have forged before stumbling across the man. His curse bound through the trees to catch up to him and walk alongside him. Desperately you tried to think of something to do or something to say to convince him to change his mind. This version of Geto was alarming, as if he felt nothing. You stared daggers into his back as you watched him walk further away.

Turning your attention back to the man, you saw him stare at you with fear, confused as to what was happening to him. You placed your hand gently on his shoulder and shook him, as if you could shake him out of it. He shoved you off and turned his head away from you before telling you off, pleading for you to leave him alone as Geto had done.

You opened your mouth, about to command him to go home when you felt a chill run down your spine. A sinister aura of cursed energy surged around you and shook you at your core. An overwhelming sense of helplessness and dread washed over you. Through the hum of the trees rustling in the wind, you heard a ominous laugh.

Quickly you looked around, trying to find the spirit that gave off such a menacing presence. Scrambling you shook the man harder until he looked up at you, tears streaming down his face once again.

“Fuck off! What’s your problem? I came out here to join my beautiful wife. You can’t change my mind so just go! There is nothing you can say to make being here without her worthwhile.” He continued to yell and scream in agony.

Above you branches snapped and leaves fell to the ground causing you to look up. Your eyes grew wide as you saw a cured spirit sitting in the tree smiling down at you. It looked like a spirit that had taken a humanoid form, with dark green, mossy skin that helped camouflage it in the leaves. Vines thread around it’s torso like armor, it flicked its hand and the vines moved and weaved around it’s body. Its face was disfigured and twisted in an evil grin. It laughed and mocked you when it noticed you could see it.

You could feel the power emanating from it, it’s energy causing a chilling feeling to seep into your bones. Goosebumps prickles your skin as you sat in the cold and icy aura that had settled around you. You tried to call out for Geto, to pull the man away to safety, to do anything but you were frozen in place. Fear clawed at your insides and made it impossible for you to get your bearings.

I need to move!

The curse slithered further down the tree and closer to you. Your eyes fixated on the curse as you shook. You were afraid. This curse was not like the others you had face, this one was different. It acted like just like a human, forming facial expressions and smiling at you with glee.

Your heart beat reverberated in your chest so loud you thought the curse would be able to hear it. Stuck in a trance, all you could do was pray that you made it out of this alive.

I can’t die here. Not like this.

“Get up!”

Geto returned to your side and pulled on your arm encouraging you to move. His touch thawed your muscles and gave you the courage to move again. The curse laughed loudly, baring its razor-sharp teeth at you.

It began to sing in a shrill voice, “You should end your life.” It repeated the phrase over and over, making you feel sick to your stomach. The man’s eyes locked onto the cursed spirit. He shook violently and shuffled away from the tree; you could see the desperation in his face.

Geto yelled at you to get up and leave the man before forming a hand sign. In an instant, a powerful curse began to emerge from his shadow. A large worm spirit climbed out of the from the ground and laid dormant at Geto’s feet. You watched in awe as he instructed it to attack. The giant worm climbed up the tree, crawling and chasing after the vengeful spirit. The spirits moved from tree to tree, fighting each other as if it was a dance. There was a rhythmic exchange between attacking and defense, neither one ever gaining any ground over the other. It out you in a trance, unable to tear your eyes away from the chaos.

The sound of Geto screaming your name pulled you back into the moment just in time to notice smaller curses emerging from the trees, lurching towards you. Numerous curses charged Geto as well, causing him to call upon more curses to defend him. You scrambled over to the man, pulling him to his feet. He clamored to his feet, his knees buckling under his weight. A curse hit one of the trees next to you, making it sway and creak overhead. The tree threatened to topple and crash on top of you. You leaned over to the man and harshly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to you until you were able to speak in his ear.

“Run home!” Cursed energy flowing from your lips and to his ear.

Without skipping a beat, the man sprinted away into the forest, running so fast you were worried he would exhaust himself too quickly or get hurt. You hoped that the curse would wear off and he would be able to stop running before he collapsed. Although, staying here would have had a worse outcome for him. A weight had been taken off your shoulders as you watched his figure disappear and presumably head toward safety.

The deafening sound of wood splintering filled your ears, as the tree gave way and tumbled over, plummeting to the earth and falling straight towards you. The tree seemed to move in slow motion as you scrambled to get up and run out of the way. Your movements weren’t going to be fast enough, the tree was collapsing faster than you could react. Panic wracked your body, just as you were preparing for the worst, you were ripped out of the way and into the air.

The tree landed on the forest floor with a loud crash that shook the ground. You watched it rumble and tremble as it settled, its branches and limbs cracking from the impact. The familiar smell of Geto’s cologne relaxed you as you realized you were in his arms again. Beneath you a large bat looking curse kept you and Geto levitating in the air. The motion of riding on the back of this curse made you queezy as it flew down to rest on the ground, far away from the ongoing battle between Geto’s curses and the powerful deity you two had come across.

Once you had landed safely on the ground, Geto grabbed your cheeks between his fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“If you ever risk your life for some stranger again, I’ll make sure you regret it. Now stay out of sight until this is over.”

You fumed at his remark. Who does he think he is to talk to you like that? On the other hand, the way his eyes demanded your submission drove your crazy. Your skin burning up with salacious and impure thoughts. Especially when his silky hair was trickling out of his bun, framing his face, and barely brushing against your skin while he hovered over you.

You pushed yourself up and out of his reach, hoping some distance would help quell the ache growing in your core. He helped you off the curses back, allowing the curse to fly towards where the fight was ongoing. You watched in amazement as Geto orchestrated such a complex dance with his curses. He commanded them with ease, quickly adapting to anything that was thrown at him. It almost made you envious, how in tune he was with his techniques and how skilled he was in combat. Compared to him, you were weak.

You felt helpless. All you could do is watch as he risked his life and did all the work in defeating this curse. Were you just a burden? A burden to everyone around you, not being able to speak without potentially harming yourself or someone around you. Tears prickled your eyes as the frustration built up, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey, don’t cry, I’m here to save the day.” You jumped when you heard Gojo’s voice teasing you. He was suddenly standing right next to you, calm and casual with no worry in the world.

His glasses had been discarded and you were blessed with seeing his naked eyes once again. The blue hues danced and swayed, reminding you of the ocean’s current. The weight of his daze was stifling and intoxicating. Simultaneously, you wanted to stare into his eyes forever, but you didn’t know if you could handle being caught in his gaze for that long.

He raised his arm, his index finger pointing out, forming the shape of a gun. His smile was wicked and manic, you could feel the excitement radiating off him. He aimed for the cursed spirit, carefully following its movements with ease. Geto’s cursed spirits continued to fight but he himself had withdrawn, seemingly stepping out of Gojo’s path.

“Wanna see something cool?” He peeked over at you, his fingers still locked onto the curse.

You wiped the budding tears away and nodded unsure of what he was about to do.

The corner of his lips turned up more before he focused again on the battle at hand. You felt his cursed energy devouring the space around you, converging into a small red orb at the tip of his finger. It surged and sucked the air from around you. You looked down and saw pebbles and leaves being suspended inches above the ground as if he had altered gravity itself, as if the earth was holding its breath for him. Like this was the eye of the storm and everything was waiting to for the force stored at his finger tips to be unleased.

“Bang.”

It was loud, like a firework but as destructive as a bomb. The earth parted and paved a path for his cursed energy, barreling through any and everything it came in contact with. Your eyes grew wide with awe as you watched the trees and rocks in the path dissipate into dust. Geto had withdrawn his curses just in time to make it out safely but the cursed spirit they had been fighting took the hit head on. It had been oblivious to Gojo’s attack and was destroyed instantly as if it had never existed.

The aftermath of dust and dirt in the air caused you to cough, making it hard to see just how much of the forest he had carved out. You covered your face until the dust settled, only to be met with Gojo’s all too proud smile beaming down on you.

This was the power of the Gojo clan. It terrified you to know that there’s a single person capable of such destruction and power. As you surveyed the damage, you were thankful that you were on Gojo’s good side.

In the commotion you didn’t notice that Geto had joined you two, standing off to the side.

“I could have handled it, you didn’t need intervene Toru. That would have been a good curse to have.”

Gojo’s proud smile dropped, he rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket to pull out his glasses.

“Didn’t look like it. You almost got her killed.”

“You’re joking right? She would have been fine if she didn't try to help that...” He bit his tongue.

“We are supposed to help civilians, or did you forget that?”

The two began arguing again, getting closer with each snide comment they threw at each other. Their voices echoed through the trees, cutting through the silent ambiance. You stood out of their way as the argument grew more heated about who was better, about who was stronger, and about who was being more arrogant.

You used this time to look around you. Within a short time, this area of forest had been flattened. Erased. The doubts you had about either of them being the “strongest” vanished too. It didn’t seem possible for people to be capable of such devastation.

A long, dramatic sigh brought your attention back to the bickering duo. Exasperated, Gojo slid his glasses back into place, before turning his attention to you, ignoring Geto’s rebuttal.

“And you. You just froze. I’m kinda disappointed.” He shrugged his shoulders and stepped closer to you. He stood directly in front of you, casually brushing off some dirt on your shirt.

“You don’t know how strong you could be princess.”

Your skin tingled at the sound of his pet name for you. You looked over at Geto just in time to see him shake his head and scoff, turning his back on you both.

“I’m sorry.” You voice shook as you whispered, avoiding eye contact with them.

“Can we get going? It’s going to get dark soon.” Geto yelled over his shoulder, his voice clipped. He walked back in the direction of your home.

Gojo tapped your nose playfully, before taking your arm and pulling you to follow Geto. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering to you.

“Don’t worry, stick with me and I’ll make you strong like us. You’ll be my first student, so you better be good for me.”

He gently nipped at your ear causing you to yelp in surprise. Alarmed, Geto turned around to see what had startled you. Gojo smiled innocently and shrugged his shoulders. You bit your lip, once again embarrassed by Gojo’s antics.

“Quit messing with her Satoru.”

The remainder of the walk back was silent, neither of them speaking or acknowledging each other. This experience was supposed to give you some clarity on your cursed technique and skills but it left you feeling inadequate. You reflected on what Gojo had said, considering taking him up on his offer.

It was dusk by the time you got back, beautiful shades of pink and purple kissed the sky as the sun set. It was almost beautiful enough for you to forget everything that had happened but not quite. The man, the curses, Geto and Gojo, it was all too much. Too overwhelning.

“Why do you look so down?” Geto rested his hand on your shoulder.

Hesitantly, you reached up to squeeze his hand, trying to wordlessly convey that you were alright. He gave you a warm and reassuring smile, seemingly returning to the version of Geto that drew you in. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Neither of you moved or spoke a word but it comforted you. The look in his eyes told you that despite everything that happened, it was all going to be okay. You were okay.

Your heart skipped when he chuckled softly. His gaze wandered down your body slowly before snapping back to meet your eyes.

Gojo pretended to not to notice the way Geto looked at you or the subtle way you squeeze Geto’s hand. The look in your eyes drove him crazy. His thoughts were muddled with a hundred different ways he was going to punish you the next time he had you all to himself.

You slowly pulled away from Geto before heading into your home, motioning the two inside.

Gojo brushed off his irritation, smiling and joking again. “You just can’t get enough of me huh?”

“We should really be heading back.” Geto politely declining your offer. “I’m sorry about how crazy today ended up being.”

You brushed it off, trying to appear nonchalant. Standing in the doorway, you looked at the two men, amazed that these two men were able to turn your world upside down so quickly. Geto walked up to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You did great, don’t beat yourself up love.” He whispered in your ear before he released you. He held your shoulders and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lingering a little to look over your face. He blessed you with an easy smile before turning and standing next to the familiar path, waiting for Gojo.

Geto watched as Gojo approached you next, pulling you into a big bear hug and lifting you off the ground. You laughed and clung onto Gojo as he twirled you around in his arms before setting you down again. Gojo beamed at you, his lopsided grin cheering you up. He stuffed one of his hands into his pocket while he used the other to move your hair out of your face.

“Think about what I said. With training you may be able to control your cursed energy enough to be able to talk to others again. You wouldn’t have to live out here like a hermit.”

You rolled your eyes in response, ignoring his slight jab. His face turned serious while he brushed his thumb along your cheek.

“You really could be powerful. Just think about it. I’ll be back for your answer soon.”

You nodded, moving to close the door when he pulled away. Gojo was about to leave when he felt Geto’s eyes at his back. Suddenly, he hatched a devious idea. Just before you could shut the door, he stopped you, putting his foot in between the door and its’ frame. Gojo pushed the door open pulled you back out before his hands cupped your cheeks as he placed a rough kiss on your lips. He kissed you passionately and intensely.

Startled, you stood frozen for a second, not expecting this kind of affection from him. You closed your eyes after a second while his soft lips moved with yours. The kiss lit a fire in your core that made you ache for him. Gojo bit your lip and moan softly against your mouth. He loved the feeling of your lips on his and your skin under his fingertips. You made him lose himself, forgetting why he had started the kiss to begin with.

You were enamoured and lost in the moment to notice Geto’s eyes boring into the two of you as he watched the two of you. Your heart sped up and your skin burned as you felt your arousal pool between your legs. All too soon, he pulled away from you, leaving you craving more.

“See you soon princess.” He winked at you nonchalantly and turned his back to you as he walked away. He was glad you didn’t notice how flushed his cheeks were or that you didn’t feel his growing bulge in his pants. Once his back was to you, he looked over at Geto, and smiled wickedly, shooting him a wink too. Geto huffed and started walking away without him, clearly annoyed.

Gojo laughed to himself while he ran to catch up to him. He hoped that Geto was seething inside. Once he fell into stride with Geto, he slapped him playfully on the back.

“Told you! She’s something else, don’t you think?” He joked with his friend. Geto offered him a nondescriptive hum and continued down the path. Geto ignored him, jealousy crawling under his skin. He remained quiet, lost in thought about you. He thought about your power, your smile and your beautiful soft lips that he should have kissed earlier, before Gojo had.

Part of him hoped you would take Gojo up on his offer to train you, maybe he would be able to see you more. He would help train you himself, spending more time to get to know you. Although, that meant Gojo would be with you all the time, and that didn’t sit well with him.

“She could be really powerful and dangerous.” Gojo droned on, pulling Geto from his thoughts.

Geto scoffed under his breath and looked over at him. “She already is.”

Gojo looked over at him, his playful tune coming to an end as he noticed his friend’s heated stare. He felt the animosity drafting off of him. Gojo looked away, feeling the tension between the two of them grow but also feeling smug that he had succeeded in making his friend so obviously jealous.

He almost felt bad that he had put you in the middle of them but if this was going to turn into another competition, Gojo was going to win.

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PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER..5

cw: leading to angst, talks of intimacy.

“cmon ma, dont be that way.” he said, folding his arms and pouted for a quick second. “red is your color!”

“i know, its just dont feel like dressing fancy today, kin.” you said, folding your own arms. it was just his club, so no true reason to get all dolled up. he chuckled, putting his hands on your hips and kissing your head.

“coulda just said that, babydoll. you wanna be comfy then dress comfy, you still sexy as shit.” he said, rubbing your waist and hips. “you havent talked to that little boy recently huh?”

“nope, hes mad about me kickin him out for causing a scene.” you said, throwing on one of his shirts, obviously too big on you.

“does he know i blew bubbles on your pussy after he left?” he asked in your ear, taking a slight nibble. you shook your head no, clit almost throbbing from the recollection of your intimacy. “can smell your pretty pussy drippin’..”

“kinji!” you squealed, getting out of his grip and giggling. “we have to go!” you chuckled, fixing your sweats.

days at his club were somewhat fun and quiet. yeah sure, he would watch a boxing match or look over the scenery of his club, but they had noise canceling walls. you found that out when he had you bent over the couch and plowing into you and no one heard a thing- nor saw it.

and what hakari would do is always have a hand on your hip, kissing up and down your neck as he sat next to you and watch the fight, always but some winning bets he placed. however the room was cool, hakari hated being cold so he wore the thickest jacket so itd give him added on fever. but you hated heat, didnt mix well with it, so he has the AC on sixty nine for you.

“so whered your lil boytoy run off to?” he said, taking a swig at his drink. you shrugged then dropped your shoulders, not hearing from him since that very day, almost four days ago. “oh well.” watching his bet win the fight, winning the bet of at least twenty grand.

you would call it a good day without having to deal with sinji and just at peace. but things were always short lived.

New message!

“come home. we need to talk.”

and talks with sinji were never good. always a shouting match, so you mentally braced yourself. upon opening the door, there was sinji. just sitting, like he always did. hopefully when he did die they would lay him on his stomach to give his ass a break.

hakari helped himself to your home, he was obviously welcomed.

“i dont see why you brought… him.” sinji said, almost disgusted that you brought hakari. “and you cant even kiss me now?”

“not after last time, what you want?” you asked folding your arms. you were already inpatient, wanting this over with and tapping your foot.

“you know how we have that joint account, right?” you raised an eyebrow, along with hakari. hakari knew you dont share accounts, so why now? obviously this punk ass obviously made you do it, which made his blood boil.

“yeah? the one you made us get even though i didnt want to.” you said snarky. you saw sinji’s jaw clench, but it was short lived and pressed about it. “what about it?”

“you either spent twenty grand or someone has your information. and you can check my account too, i dont have anything.” he said, handing you his phone. you checked yours, him being correct and seeing that your saving of twenty grand had been taken out.

you felt your heart drop, pacing back and forth with phone in hand and borderline panicking. hakari tried to console you, yet to no avail.

“i would suggest checking that.. gamblers phone.” sinji said, pointing at him and then looking at you then him. “he should be the first person you ask, since it isnt his first rodeo.”

had hakari been one on one with sinji, if looks could kill, if he could strangle sinji to death, he would. because who the fuck was he accusing?

one thing hakari noticed was when you were frantic, panicking or just not even okay, you were easy to talk into things. a flaw you had, that unfortunately sinji took advantage of. the difference between them? hakari knew how to calm you. a nice bath, hed treat you to whatever sweet shit you wanted, made- no, demanded you to feel like a princess and order him what to do, would talk to you so sweetly and be at your leisure. as for sinji, hed coerce you to do things that can fuck anything up, and hakari could see that shit from next year.

“check his phone, girl.” sinji said, and then hakari rolled his eyes and handed you his phone. you reluctantly took it, knowingly that he couldnt have taken it, he was with you the whole time! and he was getting better… right? he did.

“passcode is yer’ birthday, mama.” he said, taking a swig at his water. he should be drinking a beer, because itll ease him up after beating this bitch of a boy to even think that he had even done it.

you had been wrong, you thought he had grown up. that feeling of when you are shaking because you dont know what youll find, and when you find exactly what you hope not to, your heart sinks. you feel clammy, you feel so sick, trust and honor being so broken because you had such high hopes for him. and hakari had caught on, knowing that look. hakari rushed over, snatching his phone and gawking at it, face scrunched up and dumbfounded.

“… you stole twenty fucking grand from me, kinji?”

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the-ragbros-are-okay · 1 year

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!! SPOILERS FOR CARIBERT ARCHON QUEST UNDER THE CUT !!

holy. fucking. shit

okay so i did all of it in one go the SECOND the update dropped and first of all???? kaeya actually being somewhat open about his past at dawn winery and talking about sneaking off to sumeru to see if he could find anything about Khaenri'ah,,,

part of me wonders if he was trying to find his way home. that was my first thought, at least

either that or he could've just wanted to investigate the possible remnants of his homeland

also the mental image of crepus traveling to sumeru to drag kaeya back to dawn winery is SO funny omg

anyway. this confirms that as a kid, kaeya was great at hiding and going unnoticed (for a short period of time, at least)

he described it as a "short-lived adventure" as if it was just something he did for fun, but i feel like it was more of a "i don't know where my father went after leaving me here and i know i can't ask for help from anyone around me so i'm going to take matters into my own (tiny) hands and try and get home/learn about home"

also, on that note, kaeya knowing khaenri'ah is near sumeru is...interesting

honestly, just the location is interesting to me

sumeru is, for the most part, surrounded by other nations (liyue, natlan, maybe fontaine? idk i'd need to look at a map) so unless khaenri'ah is west of sumeru, it's somewhat central to the other nations and has gone completely unnoticed since it was destroyed

anyway, back to talking about kaeya

in the weinlesefest, we heard kaeya's father's voice for the first time, and it was the line about kaeya being their nations only hope. however, i guess that line doesn't really affect kaeya in the way we thought it did. while we assumed he was always being torn between mondstadt and khaenri'ah, he was actually starting to think that his father left him there for his own good

honestly, healthy mindset there, king!

anyway after that he says "A happy life sounds good to me, of course. Even if it means being cut off from... certain things."

king. hey. are you talking about being cut off from your birthplace or being disowned by diluc; you gotta give me some direction here. personally, i'm going to assume he's talking about diluc now

kaeya had a very happy life when he was with crepus and diluc, and maybe he's including other people's happiness in his definition of a happy life. he's a people pleaser--if others are happy, so am i--and he thinks diluc is happier without kaeya

also him just saying that alberich is his surname makes me :(

like. listen. i know diluc disowned him so he cant really use the surname ragnvinder. but like cmon :(

and him saying his surname is "probably" the only link to khaenri'ah he has left,,, very interesting

ALSO DAIN???? "...One Death After Noon please, Boss." YOU LITTLE SHIT???? he REALLY just went in there with "i'm going to look you in the eyes, sit at your table, and order your favorite drink from your estranged brother's tavern. just for fun, ofc" like bitch????? omg

the tension between kaeya and dain is...yeesh

anyway. kaeya is the descendant of the abyss order's founder! yippee :) and now that he knows that for sure, there's definitely going to be SOME kind of interesting thought process he has

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okay just my thoughts on kaeya for this post but the caribert quest fucked me up omg. like.

okay :)

how am i supposed to live knowing that this man spend SO many years trying to save his son only for it to fail and for him to be buried with a lover

also i love paimon!! she cares for the traveler and it's so sweet i don't get how people don't like her :(

NOT TO MENTION THE PART WITH OUR TWIN

LIKE. WHAT WAS THAT :DDDD

#caribert #genshin impact spoilers #caribert spoilers #dainsleif quest spoilers #dainsleif #kaeya #kaeya alberich #diluc #crepus #genshin impact 3.5 spoilers #gi spoilers #literally just me ranting about the caribert quest #i did it all in one go and then once i finished i went to sleep. completely passed out #forgive any spelling errors my mind is SPINNING

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amnesia, arguments and..attraction? pt 1 - five hargreeves x reader

reader is gn, & five is physically 19 (as well as you)

november 22nd, 1963

the sun shined down upon the city of dallas, texas, a beautiful day for the land. the view you had of elm street almost felt surreal. your hand rested on your cheek and you lean onto the fence, taking in the peaceful scenery.

“can you pass me the gun?” a stoic aging voice interrupted your admiration of the view. 58-year-old five hargreeves was considered the best of the best at the commission. his clean, swift kills, diligence, and obedience to the commission put him on a pedestal in the organization. yet he couldn’t have done a good portion of it, without you. you two were an undefeated, dynamic duo who worked together like clogs in a machine. hell, you two even won a few awards at the annual commission awards ceremony. truth be told, you and five were close, closer than most. it was like a strange spark ignited your friendship with the man. from being close in age, to fighting together in perfect harmony, the organization was shocked you two weren’t even married.

it was pretty obvious you and five had..something going on. was it the casual brushes of hands when grabbing weapons? the more blatant stares at each other when believed the other wasn’t looking? or was it the oh-so-subtle lean in five did when you talked? the coral-tinted blush that swept over both of your faces when these little moments were nothing to brush over. but did he feel the same way? or was it unrequited love from your end?

you hand five the gun, waiting behind the fence for him to take the shot, yet he paused. he put down the sniper and grabbed some sort of journal. the journal was full of calculations beyond your comprehension. seemed like it was full of calculus, but you could make out one number, a 5.7 circled in dark blue ink.

“five what's all this? you planning on leaving me?” you joke, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “do you trust me?” he says, his green eyes meeting your own.

“of course i do, why do you ask?” you question. why would he ask such a thing? he’s been off for a few days, more in his own world than usual.

a blue, galvanic portal open in-front of the two of you. gusts of wind filled the air, almost sending the both of you backward. five’s hand outstretched to yours, motioning for you to take his hand. his viridescent eyes reeled you in, and without hesitation, you took it. the feeling of his calloused hand felt foreign, and at the same time, you never felt so at home. he led with his left foot, right foot, and you followed. the feeling of stepping through that energy source was unbearable like your cells were being ripped apart one by one and being put back together. you still had no idea what was going to happen, hell you didn’t even know where you two were going, yet you weren’t afraid.

april 2nd, 2019

the unidentifiable blue energy source shook the ground around the mourning hargreeves family. the electricity and wind surrounded the group.

“what is it?” viktor asked.

“don’t get too close!” allison interrupted, placing a hand on viktors' shoulder.

“yeah no SHIT.” diego quipped

“looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.” luther answered. he stood in front of his siblings, “either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.”

“pretty big difference there paul bunyan!” diego joked as the portal's energy thundered and crackled louder.

“OUT OF THE WAY!” klaus yelled as they pushed through his siblings, carrying a fire extinguisher while they were at it. of course, klaus not knowing how to use the extinguisher, they throw it at the anomaly. “what is that gonna do?” allison questions. “I DON’T KNOW. DO YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?” klaus replies worryingly and defeated. two figures begin to peak through the anomaly

“whoa whoa whoa everyone get behind me.” luther motions. the siblings follow through, except for diego. “yeah, get behind us.” he commands. “i vote for running, cmon!” klaus whines. electricity crackles as the figures emerge. it looks as if it’s two…teens? maybe young adults. the teens fall out of the portal, dropping 15 feet down. the thunder fades as the duo lays on the ground, groaning from the fall.

you push yourself up, wincing and hissing as you brush off your clothes that are..much more oversized than you can recall. you turn to your left, a boy, around the age of 19 maybe? he seems to have the same issue with oversized clothing. what confuses you the most is that you have never met this boy before, you don’t know where the hell you are, or who the hell are all these people. “does anyone else see little number five, or is that just me?” a voice says. it’s one of the group's voices. the boy looks down at his clothes, observing his oversized clothes.

“shit.”

“shit.” you both say in sync. the teen turns to you and takes a few steps forward. “who the hell are you?”

“i could ask you the same thing dick.” you retort.

“don’t give me that attitude.”

“i don’t know WHO you are but you somehow brought me here. now your ass is gonna get ME OUT,” you argue with the boy five.

“i don’t have to do shit for you. you got here all on your own." he jests. a voice interrupts, a tall, lean person pushes foward with a black fur coat and smeared eyeliner. "i dont mean to ruin this lovely little couples therapy sesh, but five..it is so good to see you." he leans in for a hug, but is pushed off by five. "klaus, i would rather shit in my own shoe and wear it than be in a relationship with this moronic asshat." he says aggresively while a smile is plastered on his pre pubescant face.

"fuck you." you jibe.

"oh? i wasn’t offering." five retorts, "watch your mouth."

"aren't you blowjob height?"

the blonde tipped hair and the spanish man with the scar stifle a laugh, trying to cover it up with a cough. "allergies, am i right diego?" the woman coughs. "oh yeah allison, i heard they are HORRIBLE this time of year." diego wheezes. they fake cough so much they ACTUALLY start coughing; horribly. you giggle with them. five storms off to the door, almost tripping on his oversized clothes. at that point, no one could contain their laughter. in fact you laugh so hard, you lose your balance and fall over. another laugh can be heard over the commotion. it’s the little dick himself.

"what an asswipe" you thought, but even you can't be mad. it was too funny.

the grand hargreeves estate was not far from being one of the most exquisite and beautiful homes you have ever visited. the dark walnut stained wood accents filled throughout the main floor of the establishment, giving the home a regal feel. “now, let’s get you two out of those things and into something..better.” the curly haired woman says. she turns to you, “my name is allison by the way.” you nod and tell allison your name. “OHH is that italian? french?” the bigger man says, telling you his name as well. “no one cares luther.” five says as he walks down the stairs toward the kitchen.

“shut your mouth.” you spit.

“or what?”

“i’ll make you.”

“aw, that’s cute.”

“bite me.”

“as much as i would love that, i’ll pass.” five nods with a shit eating grin.

“OKAY, i’ve got a couple things that might help you twos..interesting clothing situation.” the pale shorter man interjected. he drops two uniforms, seems like ones in your size. “thanks viktor.” five say. you give your thanks before grabbing the clothes and walking up the stairs. the rooms look like carbon copies of each other, and the majority of them look locked. you jiggle the handle of an unlabeled room. it unlocks and you swing the door open. the room most likely belonged to a young boy: a few race cars scattered across the floor, a rock em’ sock em’ robots poster, and an archery board. locking the door behind you, you plop the clothes onto the neat bed and begin stripping away at your large clothes.

“thanks again vik-.” a muffled boys voice piques your attention. it sounds like he’s right outside the door. the knob jiggles, but no sign of anyone coming in. you continue to throw the uniform top over your head, but a strange noise outside makes you pause. the same noise can be heard again, but this time, it sounded much closer. you pull the bottoms up quickly, but not quick enough.

“could you take any longer? i don’t have all day love.” the annoying pre mature voice rings in your ears once again. “can you.. oh i don’t know, piss OFF?” you bark, feeling slightly violated that he entered without permission. you examine the room once more, then look at five.

“this is your room, isn’t it?” you say with a defeated tone, “sorry.”

“don’t worry about it.” he responds, “just next time ask alright?” he walks with you out the door. you turn your body to reply, but the door is already shut.

“cunt.”

a/n: HELLOOO IM ALIVE and i hope u rly enjoy but i didn’t proofread IMSORYRY☹️

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