#Edit: Noticed ring is on the wrong finger a-

[aquacomet]

Fanart of Sunna and Meno, the sun and moon gods from @pillowspace's Celestial Sundown AU! I like their designs a bunch so had a blast doodling this up during the DCA weekly magma!

Bonus sneaky Moon from a tea party collab below:

[chrissv4mp]

𐙚 GAMES

EDIT: shit i forgot this was in queue 😓 merry christmas i guess (if you celebrate)

Her fingers worked furiously, eyebrows furrowed and lip tucked between her teeth as she breathed heavily, "Fuck!" She groaned, leaning back against the chair as she threw her head back against the headrest softly. Her fingers slowed to a halt, stopping her moments entirely to breathe for a moment.

"GAME OVER," the screen read, flashing white for a moment before it asked if she wanted to play again. And, of course, she pressed, "YES." Billie had been at this for what felt like an eternity, playing some stupid video game instead of paying attention to you. Not even your lazy attempts at bringing her water worked, and it was starting to irritate you intensely.

So, you finally pull the oldest trick in the book: Whining her name lowly, lips pouty and eyebrows furrowed as you squirmed on the bed. Her posture was quickly fixed as the sound reached her ears, fingers pausing once again on the controller she held so possessively. Then, the screen paused, and Billie finally set the controller down on her desk, spinning around in her chair.

Her eyes landed on you immediately, clad in only your undergarments as it was almost midnight. Way past the usual time you and her fell asleep, "What's wrong, Ma?" She asks, voice husky due to the insane amount of yelling she'd done in the past few hours. Her tank top hugs her chest perfectly, and as she stretches, you can't help but stare at the dragon tattoo that peeks out as the fabric rides up.

She yawns quietly before manspreading, hands resting on her clothed thighs. She hadn't even gotten ready for bed before she started the game, and even that was irritating you. You whine again, your pout deepening, "Want'chu in bed, Bills..."

Billie's lips curl into a smirk at your tone, her tattooed hand coming up to run through her soft hair. It doesn't even take you ten seconds to scurry into her lap whenever she motions you over with her two fingers, clinging to her body like you hadn't seen her in a million years—Because that's what it felt like. Her head nuzzles into your neck, breathing in the faint smell of your perfume as her hands wrap around your waist, holding you possessively.

Your body shakes slightly, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of her touch for the first time in a few hours, earning a quiet, amused chuckle from your girlfriend, "Someone's excited to see me, hm?" Billie comments, one of her ring-covered hands coming down to pat your ass softly. Your hips buck subconsciously, arms wrapping tighter and tighter around her body as your breath becomes uneven.

"Jus' missed you," quickly falls from between your lips, voice quiet and laced with sleep and something else. Something she can't quite put her finger on. Your eyes flutter shut as you relax in her embrace, your hips continuing the slow, grinding movements against Billie's lap. It's only when you mewl straight into her ear that she notices what you're doing and what you're feeling, "I can tell."

Your arousal leaks through your panties, coating a small patch of her sweatpants. Billie gasps just to humiliate you, "Missed you—Bills, missed you s'much." You babble, hips starting to move faster with the help of your girlfriend's hands guiding your movements, "Wan'—Need you, baby," you cry softly, voice breaking. Billie stays silent, her breathes becoming heavy, head falling back against her headrest.

"Yeah?" She asks, voice teasing and raspy. Her nails dig into your hips, eyes locking onto yours as she pulled away from your neck, "Well, c'mon, show me how much y'missed me, babygirl." She nods her head towards your trembling figure, a devious smirk playing on her lips. Your cunt clenches around nothing, clit throbbing with each movement of your hips, head lolling back and revealing more of your neck, "S—So mm..much!"

"Missed you too, sweetie," she mutters, biting her bottom lip as her hands continue to rock you back and forth on her lap. She's already dripping herself, and she swears she could cum just from the sight of you alone, "Sorry for bein' so distracted. Didn't mean to ignore my pretty baby's needy pussy." You huff at her words, sweat beginning to bead on your hairline, "Gonna cum—cum f'you, Bills!—"

Her hands are quick to halt your grinding hips, heart beating rapidly in her chest as she looks up at you with that same mischievous glint in her eye that never left. She spun her chair back around, hands leaving your hips to grab her controller once again. God, you never thought you'd be able to hate an inanimate object as much as you hated that stupid controller.

"One more game." She breathes into your ear, kissing your jawline, "Then I'll treat you better than ever."

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[munsster]

red wine supernova

A/N: guys... i know this is a sapphic song but hear me out on this one.... the lyrics go too well with eddie to ignore 😖 (gif creds: @keery)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Summary: “Baby, why don't you come over? / Red wine supernova, falling into me” 2.9k words

Warnings: fluff, dumbass pining x2, best friends to lovers, a few kisses, broody & high eddie, cursing, pet names (teddy, bug), teenage boys, underage drinking/smoking

"Hi, teddy!"

It rings in his ears like church bells. Then Eddie sees you and you're drenched in golden sunlight even though it's afternoon and the school halls provide no source of natural light. So maybe you're just beautiful. A vision in go-go boots.

Totally not his type, though.

"Hey," Eddie sighs, exhuasted from the hour and a half English lecture he just suffered. Not to mention, he was already exhuasted from the fact that he barely slept the night before. Which was maybe, possibly, perhaps caused by his overthinking about that nice shade of lipstick you always wear.

"How was Lit?"

"Shit."

You giggle, "that rhymed!" His heart skips a beat.

You're side by side down the halls—you always walk to lunch together—and, like clockwork, you tease him about trying to hold your hand when his ringed fingers brush your wrist. Of course, he would. In a heartbeat, he'd have his fingers clasped with yours like that's what they are molded for. But people would stare, and that's more of a hassle than he’d prefer.

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't actually give a shit about people staring at him, he just doesn't want to give anyone anymore reasons to stare at you. In disgust. Or loathing. With whatever judgements they'd make. Names they'd call you. He's been through the ringer, he'd never drag you along with him.

You're chattering about the state of your new, pink jellies when Eddie catches someone throwing you an off glance. He tries not to think too much of it, and he's not like jealous or anything, but every snicker and whisper sets him off. You're bubbly and kind and it's not fair people look at you different when you're with him.

"You ever notice how people look at us?"

You tilt your head at him as you round the corner of the cafeteria doors.

"You mean like how Dustin makes funny faces when I compliment your hair?"

"No, I mean like that," he huffs, pointing right at the judgemental stares of Melissa and Nicole, who promptly turn away with a gasp. He shakes his head. "And I like when you compliment my hair."

"Well, I like your hair." You smile at him as he pulls out a chair for you. You're the first ones to the table.

"Thank you, bug." Eddie ducks into his own seat, tapping his heavy fingers against the tabletop. "Off topic. I'm saying, you never notice people look at us... funny?"

The metal clasps of your limited edition Disco Fever lunchbox clack against the side as you unfold the lid. Your face contorts, considering the scenarios you've devised in your head if anyone was ever rude to Eddie in front of you. Let's just say your self-defense knowledge would come in handy.

"I guess I notice sometimes, but I just don't care. I like you lots more than I like them," you say, shrugging it off, "And I know how to fight."

His heart swells, face rosy, ears hot as an oven. Of course, you'd say that. You always know what to say.

Too bad you're not his type.

Dustin plops down in the seat across from you, nearly gagging at the way Eddie ogles at you.

"Would you get a fuckin' room already—!"

"Language," you both holler.

"Jinx!" you chirp. "You owe me a soda."

"I'll get you a soda, bug," Eddie hums. Dustin considers stocking his backpack with those little bags they give you on airplanes just in case.

...

"Weird Science or The Woman in Red?"

You're perched on the floor of his living room, wearing silk shorts and a cami. You weigh both tapes in your manicured hands like it'll tell you anything about the quality of the films inside.

"Somethin' to say about Kelly LeBrock, bug?"

"Steve suggested them! And he gave me a discount, so I couldn't just say no," you say with such a dazzling smile on your face, he thinks you're the nicest girl he's ever met. Or, at least, the nicest he's ever seen, no contest.

Just, not his type.

"Go figure," he says, "Weird Science."

"'Cause of the mutant bikers?" You beam up at him where he sits on the couch.

"'Cause of the mutant bikers."

It makes you giggle, which makes him smile like an idiot.

Then Hellfire pours onto Eddie's front porch bearing gifts of humongous chip bags and a six pack of cheap beer. He jumps a little at the doorbell, and you spring up to open the floodgates for the rowdy group of boys. They greet you excitedly and spread themselves across the rest of the couch, an armchair, and the floor.

Dustin tosses you a bag of pop rocks, and you blow a kiss in thanks, promising to bring him by the arcade next week. Eddie feels so far from you, even though your shoulders are pressed between his knees. But he can't see you or talk to you, your attention is divided, and he can't help but feel a little needy. You smack Dustin's hand when he reaches for a beer, and he whines about Mike sneaking one.

"What movie did the love birds choose?" Gareth asks. Eddie takes out a baggie of weed.

"Weird Science!" you coo, slotting the tape into the VCR. Gareth celebrates, sloshing his beer can against the coffee table as the rest of the boys high five and howl. You roll your eyes affectionately.

You laugh, smacking Jeff on the arm. “Oh, you’re all horny perverts.”

Gareth salutes, “At your service!” Which earns him a playful flick upside the head. The opening credits roll, and you stand triumphantly.

“I have to pee, but you guys can let it roll while I’m gone!” you chirp, skipping off down the hall of the mobile home.

As soon as you’re out of ear shot, Dustin whips around to scowl at Eddie who exhales a slow puff from the neon pink bong you gifted him last year. He passes it to Gareth and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I can’t tell what’s worse,” Dustin huffs, “The fact that you’re so oblivious or the fact that she is, too.”

Eddie squints. “What?”

Dustin deadpans.

“Dude, even I can tell you two like each other,” Mike chimes in, “Will thought you were dating from two thousand miles away. Over the phone.”

“You guys are fucking high. We are not dating,” Eddie says.

Mike shrugs. “You should be.”

“Okay, twerp, I’m not taking romantic advice from someone in a long distance relationship.”

“He’s right,” Dustin barks.

“That means you, too, twerp. Besides. Not my type.” Eddie sighs and slumps into the cushions, reaching his arms above his head.

“Yeah, right,” Lucas says, “If she’s not your type, then who is?”

“I don’t know, but she’s not.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Sounds like a lame excuse for your cowardice.” Eddie’s jaw drops, and he grabs for his bong.

“You did not just say that to me.”

“I meant it.”

You bumble back into the room, and the conversation screeches to a halt, Gareth whipping back towards the screen with Eddie’s eyes still burning holes in the back of his head.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” they grumble.

Eddie smiles when you plop down next to him on the creaky couch. He can’t focus on the movie with the stray glances he’s catching from the younger boys and the soft looks you offer every so often. Maybe he is gutless. Because when he thinks about you, he’s floored. Then—knee jerk—he has to justify his racing heart with the fact that he could never be into you. But he is. You’re beautiful and funny and sweet to him. You are his type.

Not halfway into the film, Dustin whines, “I’m bored. Can we play a game? Like spin the bottle or kiss marry kill or something?”

“First of all,” Eddie says, “there’s only one chick here, we’re not playing spin the bottle. Second, are you five years old?”

You scoff and pat Eddie on the thigh. “Hey! I’m with Dustin. Truth or dare?”

“Works for me,” Jeff interjects. Eddie glares at him, grabbing his bong from the table. “Truth or dare, Eddie.”

He exhales a puff of smoke, shaking his head.

“Truth”—The boys’ heads turn, wicked smiles on their faces like predators eyeing him up—“Fuck, dare.”

Jeff cocks a brow.

“I don’t like this game,” Eddie says.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“I said dare.”

Jeff grins. “I dare you to tell me if you have a crush on anyone.”

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike chuckle.

“Fuck you all. Yeah, fine, I do. Next,” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s your turn, teddy,” you coo.

“Right. Dustin, truth or dare.”

“Easy. Truth,” he says.

“Is it fun being a little shit?”

You shove his side. “Eddie!”

“Why, yes. Yes, it is.”

“Great,” Eddie huffs.

“Awesome.” Dustin glares at him.

The game continues just like that, a vicious cycle of sarcasm and glares. It’s a little more lighthearted when Lucas asks you if you have a special skill. Without responding, you ask for a deck of cards and stand in front of the screen.

“You boys like magic?”

A few nod, the rest too stunned to speak as you show them a card, the queen of diamonds, and shuffle the deck a few times. You pull a card from the deck, and the boys lean in, anticipating the red queen. You spin the card, and they groan when you reveal the eight of clubs.

“That’s not our card, bug,” Eddie says. He expects you to be disappointed, but you grin and set the deck on the table.

“I know.” Their eyes widen when you reach into the top of your shorts, a card pinched between your fingers. The queen of diamonds. “This is.”

You toss the card, and the boys grab for it. Eddie gulps and shifts in his seat, couch squealing beneath him. Lucas pelts the hard-won card at Eddie, and you curtsy before heading back to your seat.

…

Just as the game gets a little tired, Dustin shoots his hand into the air. “My turn!”

“Okay, but this is the last one—”

Dustin shouts your name.

“Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

You pretend to contemplate before chirping, “Dare!”

Eddie leans his head back, lulling to the side to watch you smile at Dustin. You catch Eddie staring and stick your tongue out at him. He winks.

“I dare you… to kiss the person on your right.”

“Geez, how long did it take you to come up with that one,” Eddie mumbles. But you look to your right, and Eddie looks kind of uninterested, glazed over and staring at the ceiling.

“That doesn’t seem very consensual,” you say, brows knitted just as Eddie lifts his head. Dustin glares expectantly at Eddie who slowly sits up and turns his head, smirking at you.

“You can kiss me, bug. So long as you promise not to bite.”

Eddie’s relieved when you giggle and set your hand on his knee.

“If you say so!” You lean closer, and he blushes at the new proximity. Despite his nerves, he just can’t look away, eyes locked with yours. You huff when it feels like he’s staring straight into your soul. But you’re smiling so sweetly, even with all the rascals chanting ‘do it!’.

You shift your weight and hold onto his shoulder as he slips his arm around your waist so you don’t teeter off the couch. He nods, tip of his nose just brushing yours. You press your lips to his quickly, and he can sense your nerves when you pull away and look down.

Everyone cheers.

You look into his eyes again, and your face relaxes, the heat not so unbearable when you see his smile. You duck to kiss him again, his arm tighter on your waist. He tries not to smile, but you hum softly and, suddenly, he’s a puddle in your fingers.

You pull away when someone whistles, your ears rushing with blood as you drop your feet to the floor and look away, face burning.

Eddie clears his throat. “Alright, you pervs got what you wanted. Can we finish this damn movie already?”

“It’s kinda late,” you hum, “I don’t wanna be driving too close to the witching hour.”

“Wait, what?” Gareth says, watching you stand and shuffle into your slippers by the door.

“Sorry, guys. Just… superstititous.” They wouldn’t have believe you if you hadn’t said it with a genuine smile on your face. Eddie hops up from his seat and follows you.

“I’ll walk you out, bug.”

“Ooh,” Dustin teases. Jeff slaps a hand over his mouth, and Dustin mumbles an expletive against it.

Your little, red coupe is sidled right up next to his van. He always keeps the spot closer to the door open for you. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his jacket, your arms crossed over your chest to keep out the cold. He winces.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay? I can take the floor,” Eddie says, shucking his jacket and wrapping it over your shoulders. You smile.

“Such a gentleman.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, teddy,” you whisper, craning your neck to kiss his cheek. Your heart-shaped keychain jangles against the car door as you slot the silver key into the lock. When you get the door open and glance at him, he’s stone faced where he leans against the back window.

“Wait,” he huffs.

“Yeah?”

Eddie can feel himself flailing, hands shaky at his sides when you look at him. He can’t tell if it’s because of the cold or his nerves or how worried you look or the fact that this could be his only chance. Don’t be a coward. He expects you to get tired of it. Eventually, you’ll have to let go, but right now, you stand there and wait for him. Oh.

“Sorry, bug. I’m pretty high right now.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrug when he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles softly. “You okay?”

He shakes his head. “You’re so sweet. And you’re so nice to me. God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you coo, standing close enough to feel the warmth radiate from his chest. He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips.

“Yeah.”

You thumb over the leftover slip of paper in the pocket of his jacket. And you smile, remembering when you passed him that note in chem last thursday.

Eddie sucks in a breath, sighing, “You make me so nervous.” You blink hard, and he’s seering hot under the warm light filtering through the trailer windows. “And you’re so fascinating.”

“Fascinating?!”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“That’s a new one. ‘S that a good thing?” you say, head tilted watching him push his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing. Fascinating is good. To me.” You swear his eyes twinkle a little when he looks at you.

“Well,” you nod, “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” And he can’t stop himself from taking selfish glimpses at your mouth. He feels so stupid for how long he denied his genuine attraction to you. His crush on you. You’d laugh if you knew what went on in his head. “I liked kissing you.”

You take a deep breath, and he steels himself for rejection. He thinks, why should you want anything to do with him after he’s acted so indifferent towards you all this time.

“I liked kissing you, too, teddy.” Holy fuck.

He grins. “You’re my type.” At first, you think he’s joking, but even a blind man could tell Eddie was dead serious. “Textbook description of it, bug. You’re my type.”

You look into his eyes again, trying to gauge if he’s fucking with you. He has to know that you’ve liked him for years. He has to. It’s not like the boys have been subtle about it.

“I… am flattered,” you coo, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“Just. From me. You know? It’s always been there. Had a crush on you forever, just had to tell you now.”

You nod, biting back a grin and shuffling a little closer. He’s absolutely buzzing when you curl your fingers into his bicep.

“Can I kiss you?” His head is spinning when you nod and press up against him. He’s sure you can feel his heart pounding. Especially when you press your delicate palm right to it. His hand fits gently against your hip.

Now, it’s his turn to kiss you. His lips are so soft against yours, tender like he’s nervous you’ll shatter. You giggle and reach for the back of his neck, your mouths falling open against each other in a fit of excitement and heat. He tugs you closer when your tongue slips into his mouth; he doesn’t mean to, but he feels himself smile and spread his hand across your lower back.

Eddie pulls away, eyes flicking wildly across your face just before he pecks your mouth again.

“Bug?”

You nod, eyes refusing to open as he kisses your cheek.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, teddy, I will!”

You tug him down by the collar to kiss him ferocious, his cheeks instinctively hot with your baby pink fingernails gentle on his neck. You can hear the cheers and high-fives from inside the house, exclamations of ‘finally!’ and ‘i knew it’.

Then Dustin hollers, “Fuck yeah!”

And you both shout, “Language!” just before falling into each other in a fit of giggles.

stranger things masterlist

[daisynik7]

Pairing: Takuma Ino x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

cw: explicit language, mentions of a popular horror movie, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), nipple play, blow job, mask kink, slight degradation (slut, whore), use of pet names (cutie, sweetie, baby) 

Summary: You and your new boyfriend Ino decide to watch a horror movie together in honor of spooky season. Halfway through, he notices how skittish you are, making him want to play a silly prank on you with his signature ski mask. It’s all fun and games until he realizes that you actually like seeing him in this way more than he anticipated. 

Author’s Note: Happy October y'all! What can I say, I am VERY into Takuma Ino right now and I just had to get this out of my system. This is barely edited or proofread, sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos, I really was just letting my fingers fly through this in a moment of passion LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune. 

You turn off all the lights, the only source of illumination coming from the TV screen, paused at the very start of the movie you decided to watch tonight. With a big bowl of freshly popped kernels in your grasp, you huddle beside your boyfriend, Ino, on the couch, covering both your legs with a fleece blanket. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, reaching to grab a handful of popcorn to stuff inside his mouth. “Ready?” he muffles, pointing the remote to the screen, finger pressed to the center button. 

Nuzzling your head against him, you answer. “Yup!”

It’s apparently one of those cult classic horror flicks according to Ino, who recommended it when you mentioned how you wanted to watch something scary for October. He’s seen it before, many times in fact, but he insists that you watch it. He has no clue how frightened you get over the silliest things, so tonight will be a treat for the both of you. 

The opening scene plays out: a beautiful blonde picks up the phone and the conversation ends quickly short because it’s the wrong number. Normal so far, good. It rings again, but now the caller seems interested in talking. Do you like scary movies? Do you have a boyfriend? The man’s voice gives you the creeps, and you find yourself shuddering from it, cuddling closer to Ino, who glances at you with a smirk on his face. 

You never told me your name.

Why do you want to know my name?

Because I want to know who I’m looking at.

This line gives you goosebumps and you lift the blankets up to hide behind it. “Ew, creepy!” Ino only laughs, throwing a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth. 

It escalates from here, getting increasingly chaotic and violent. By the time you’re halfway into the film, the bowl is down to its last kernels and you’re crouched in Ino’s lap, peeking through your fingers. He pauses the movie after one particularly brutal kill. “Snack break! I’m going to make some more popcorn and go pee.”

“You’re leaving?!” you whine, clinging on to him as he tries to get up.

He chuckles. “Babe! It’s just a movie. I’ll be right back, okay?” He kisses you on the forehead, heading into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room. 

Of course it’s just a movie, but you can’t help feeling creeped out in the dark like this. You reach for one of the nightstands, turning on the lamp. You hear the drone of the microwave, and after a minute or so, the distinct sound of popping. Eventually, it comes to a stop, and the entire house is eerily quiet. You’re tempted to call out for Ino, wondering where he is, but you remember that he had to use the bathroom. 

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appears right behind on you on the couch, grabbing your shoulders and shouting gibberish at you. You scream bloody murder, ready to punch him and run away when Ino lifts his ski mask up to reveal himself, tears streaming down his face, cracking up at you. 

“Ino!” you yell at him, slapping his hands away from you. “You fucking asshole!”

He doubles over, cackling, wiping his eyes. It takes a good while for him to regain his composure as you glare at him, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t resist.” He sits beside you, stretching his arms out for a hug. “You have to admit, that was fucking hilarious.”

You shake your head, refusing. “You’re such a dick.”

“Oh, come on! It was just a little prank. Now you’ll be way more prepared for the rest of the movie!” He pulls the mask over his face again, everything covered except the holes for his eyes. “See? Not so scary anymore, right?”

You inspect him carefully, still pouting, not saying a word.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. Truly. I promise not to scare you again.” He scoots towards you, nudging you in the arm. 

You roll your eyes at him, relaxing. “Fine.”

“Can I get a kiss now?” 

He tries to lift his mask up, but you stop him, pulling it back down. “I don’t want to see your face right now. I’m still annoyed, you know.”

“Aw man! Really?”

You hoist it just past his nose, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. When you break apart, he smirks at you. “You like this, don’t you? Seeing me with my mask on.”

You shrug, a sly grin on your face, neither confirming nor denying his accusation. Sure, you were a bit upset at first, when he scared the shit out of you. But seeing his face covered like that may have sparked a desire in you that you never knew you had, until now. 

“Oh my god! You do, you do!” he exclaims, shaking your arm. “My cutie has a mask kink!”

“Shut up, asshole!” you yell at him, pretending to shove him off, smiling. 

“You’re a fucking freak!” he giggles, pouncing on you. He starts tickling you along your ribcage, causing you to squirm beneath him as he straddles you, trapping you between his legs. His fingers flutter under your arms, stroking your sensitive skin.

“Ino!” you cry out, laughing from the sensation. 

You can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, balls heavy on your stomach. Suddenly, he stops, mask still folded to expose his lips, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. He pins your hands above your head, locking his fingers with yours. He slips inside your mouth, grazing your tongue with his, hungry for your saliva. “Fuck,” he moans into you, nipping at your bottom lip. “You like this freaky shit, don’t you? Nasty slut.” His playful tone is laden with lust now, low and sultry, mouth brushing along your neck, sucking at your pulse points to mark you. 

You whine his name, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him. 

“Look at you, getting so fucking dumb all because of my mask,” he purrs. “What else turns you on, cutie? Tell me.”

Without thinking, you blurt out, “Spit. Your spit. I want it.”

“Oh shit,” he swears, licking his mouth. He traces the outline of your lips, beckoning you to open up, dribbling a thick wad of saliva inside you. You gulp it down, sticking your tongue out for more. 

“Oh fuck, you’re nasty,” he says, doing it again. “Makes me so fucking horny seeing you like this. Seeing my cutie act like a fucking whore.” He slips beneath your shirt, fondling your bare breasts, flicking your peaked nipples with his thumbs. 

“Fuck, Ino,” you whisper, pussy throbbing in your panties, arousal leaking through the fabric. 

“You like it when I play with your tits, huh?” Like it when I pinch them hard like this.” He squeezes them between his thumb and index finger, enough pressure to stimulate you, making you moan his name again and again.

He swears under his breath, shoving his pants down his legs, shimmying out of them until he’s only in his underwear now, erection stiff in his boxers. “You gonna suck my cock now or what, slut?” 

You nod, kneeling in front of him, knees on the carpet, spreading his thighs apart. He lifts his ass off the couch to slide out of his boxers, letting them fall around his ankles. You kiss the tip of his dick, smearing his precum around your lips like gloss before swallowing him into your mouth. 

He lets out a drawn out, “Fuck,” watching you with wide eyes as you bob up and down his shaft. Voice shaky, he asks, “Can I put my hands on you?”

Something about him in this ski mask makes you want to be submissive, makes you want to be used. You grab both his hands, guiding them towards the sides of your head, giving him free rein to manhandle you.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, gripping you tighter, gradually thrusting his hips in tandem with you. His cockhead hits the back of your throat, teasing your gag reflex, but you resist, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes, enduring it. 

Noticing you, he pulls out, a string of spit between you. “Baby, baby. Please don’t force yourself. I don’t want to hurt you.” He reaches to his side, grabbing a tissue from the table beside the couch, wiping away the spit around your mouth and the tears in your eyes. “Come here, cutie. I want to make you feel good too.”

You strip out of your bottoms, straddling his lap, pussy wet and aching against him. He moans as you rock back and forth on his shaft, pressing his thumb to your clit, massaging it. “There we go. Now we both can feel good, yeah?”

After a few more strokes, you beg him to fuck you, lifting up to guide his cock inside you slowly, sinking down on him until he bottoms out. You bounce on him, his hands gripped to your waist, guiding you, moaning your name between expletives. 

As you approach your orgasm, you pull up his mask, placing it on his head as he usually wears it. He smiles brightly at you, nuzzling his nose to yours. “There’s my pretty girl. Can you come for me now? Come all over this cock?”

You kiss him passionately, arms wrapped around his neck as he thrusts into you, hands squeezed on your ass now. You reach your climax, moaning into his mouth. He comes with you, shooting his load deep into your womb, filling you up with his cream pie. The two of you continue to kiss slowly, catching your breaths. He caresses your back while you melt into his embrace. 

“We need to establish a safe word,” he suggests, cradling you in his arms. “I want to make sure I’m not hurting you.”

You hum into his skin, saying the first thing that comes to mind. “Popcorn."

He chuckles, stroking the back of your neck gently. “Alright. Popcorn it is.” A beat later, he exclaims, “Popcorn! I totally forgot about the popcorn!”

You laugh, giving your boyfriend a wet smooch on the cheek.

[webbluvrsugar]

dealer!rafe x model!reader (sneaky link edition)

You’re flush against his chest fresh after just having sex, staring into the chain around his neck as your finger twirls with the metal, playing with it with a gentle smile on your face.

It’s almost wrong to be like this with Rafe, specially when he’s a drug dealer, you’re a model, your whole career pule he ruined it if someone saw you all up on his place, body naked bouncing into him as you were minutes ago, it started as an exchange at first, easy drugs and easy sex, but he liked you, kept you around in silence, didn’t tell anyone else about it and made you his favourite girl.

Bad thing was that unfortunately, you weren’t oficial, so you had to see him around other girls and that also meant his phone never stopped ringing. He claimed it was business to keep you hooked, you secretly both knew it was probably another bitch telling him how he missed her.

His phone rings again, your eyes go straight into it, Rafe takes a long drag of his blunt before reaching for his phone, murmuring a soft “Fuck.” before flipping his phone face down on his nightstand when he notices the stare that you give right at the object.

“Relax, yeah?” He smirks through the corner of his lips. “‘S business, baby.” He caresses your cheek.

You stay silent, and when he also notices your silence, he raises one eyebrow, running a calloused hand through your hair.

“You’re quiet tonight, huh?” He pokes at you again, a smile bright on his lips as his hand goes down your back, resting just above your ass.

“That’s because you almost broke my back tonight.” You murmur quietly, soft strands falling on the sheets while some cover his face, he takes a soft sniff at your hair — pinã colada, the drink you love, you and your stupid obsession with the drink. “‘N now my ass also hurts.” You whine.

His mouth curls into a smirk at her first statement, not even denying it. A hand gently smooths down your ass, rubbing in comfort, he huffs humorously at you, taking another drag of his blunt.

"You just can't handle it, mamas.” He leans in to press the tip of his nose against your temple, teasing you slightly.

“Have you thought that maybe you’re just too rough?” You scoff. “I have a photoshoot tomorrow, can’t have marks.”

He scoffs back at you, large hand going down and smacking at the flesh of your cheek, making you help.

“Weeell that’s not my goddamn problem, is it?”

[gguk-mp4]

baby trapping with jungkook thought (editing this and fixing it up tomorrow, it’s 5am and i wrote it on my phone)

cw, forced creampie, dubcon, baby trapping, overstimulation.

“Fuck.” Jungkook’s low groan rings out into the hot bedroom air. His large hands grope at your waist, fingers burying in your skin, leaving you red and purple; which for the record, wasn’t a rare occurrence. — “Shit. M’close”, he pants.

His dark hair sticks to his forehead, a sheen layer of sweat coating his face. His brows are drawn into a small frown and his jaw slacks as he heaves jagged breaths.

You feel heavy on top of him, your limbs ache and burn from exhaustion, how long had he been going for? — It felt almost like a blessing to hear him utter those words. Your shaky hands brace themselves on his chest as he thrusts up into you, making your stomach clench in protest at the overstimulation.

A small whine spills from your lips as your head lulls forward. “Please”, you gasp. You’re so desperate for it to finally be over, for you to finally be able to rest. So desperate that you don’t notice that he’s still deep inside, cock throbbing within your cunt, not until his hips stutter and your eyes shoot open.

“No, no, no!” — “Pull out!”

Jungkook scoffs, blowing a strand of hair from his face as he looks up at you through lidded eyes. His gaze is dark and laced with something you couldn’t quite recognize. — “Why?” He suddenly counters and you’re taken aback.

“Don’t you want my baby? Is that so wrong?” He continues, his voice gruff and near annoyed. You blink, unable to form a response.

His hips slam up against you, making you yelp. Desperately you try to climb off of him, much to no avail as Jungkook’s hands dig into your hips. “Fucking take it,” he grits, his eyes narrowing.

There’s no way for you to protest when he finally cums inside of you with a strained groan, his head hitting the pillows behind him as he arches off the mattress. “Fuck”, he exhales, chest heaving as his softening cock remains nestled inside of you.

He doesn’t seem to register the fear currently beating within your chest, and if he does, he doesn’t seem to care for it. — “Kookie…” You mumble, nervously trying to wriggle your way off but his grip was vice-like.

“Still.”

His eyes are closed, his breathing slowly returning to normal. “You’ll have my baby whether you like it or not.” — “And that’s final.”

Inked hands brush over the expanse of your stomach, his fingers dipping between your legs to rub at your overstimulated clit, earning a low whine from you.

A faint smirk tugs at his lips, “Fuck, bet you’d look gorgeous pregnant.”

[yoongissweetdream]

I Live Alone | Park Jihoon

Pairing: Park Jihoon x Actress!Reader

Requested by: no one

Genre: Established relationship. Childhood friends turned lovers. Variety show.

Synopsis: Promoting the new show Y/N is in, she goes on the show 'I Live Alone'. During her episode, Jihoon makes a guest appearance and they confirm the rumours that have been going on for the last few years.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 1,151

Requests: Closed.

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“Oh, who’s that?” Park Na-Rae asks they hear the doorbell of Y/N’s apartment ring as they watch the edited recording of what they filmed for the actress's episode of, I Live Alone. Y/N glances at Na-Rae, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Her and her boyfriend thought this would be a good way to confirm the years dating rumours that have been going on the last few years.

"Is that Park Jihoon?" Key asks as they watch Jihoon walk through the door before Y/N can reach it, greeting her with a hug after kicking off his shoes.  

Y/N hums, nodding her head as she feels her cheeks warm up, watching herself and Jihoon interact on the small screen as he helps her to get ready to leave for the grocery store. Everything between them seemed so natural and like they had been doing it for years.  

"How long have you known Park Jihoon?" one of the male hosts ask clueless to Y/N and Jihoon's history.  

"We met on set when we were kids," she tells them. "We became friends and then our mums became friends so we were able to keep in contact and build our friendship."  

"So you've been friends a long time?" the same host asks. 

"Almost 20 years," Y/N smiles thinking back on how many years the actress has known the actor/idol. 

"Wow," a few of them say sounding impressed. 

Na-Rae leans forward in her seat, eyes gleaming with excitement as she nudges the one of the other hosts. "Look at them! They’re practically a couple." Her words draw laughter from the group causing Y/N's cheeks to redden.  

Everyone is quiet again as they watch the couple leave Y/N's apartment until Jihoon takes Y/N's hand in his, entwining their fingers together. A few of the hosts gasp. Y/N’s heart raced as she softly smiled again, her focus on the way Jihoon looked at her and how he leaned in closer as she rambled on about what she needs to get from the store they are walking towards. She watches as he leans in, stealing a quick kiss on her cheek before they step out into the grocery store.  

“Did you see that?!” one of the hosts exclaims, pointing at the screen like a child spotting a shooting star. “You two are definitely more than just friends!”  

Y/N nods, bracing herself for the big reveal, she announces, "We did get engaged the weekend before this was filmed." 

The room erupts in a flurry of surprise as the hosts process Y/N's revelation. “Engaged?! Oh my gosh, this is huge! You have to tell us everything! How did he propose? Was it romantic?” Na-Rae urges her to tell them her and Jihoon's proposal story. 

Y/N chuckles nervously, feeling the weight of their eyes on her. The warmth in her cheeks deepens as she recalls the moment she went from girlfriend to fiancée. “It was very romantic,” she smiles. "We took my mum camping in Hadong for a long weekend and the second day we were there we went for a walk down the cherry blossom road. About 10 minutes into the walk, I noticed he was acting nervous, and my mum was starting to put some distance between us, so I asked if there was something wrong. He said no and that's when he pulled out the ring box and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him." 

"And you said yes!" Na-Rae coos excitedly.  

"I didn't hesitate," Y/N smiles, her eyes glistening with tears as the emotions rush back to her. 

"Your mum was there too," another host speaks. 

"My mum is all I had for a long time. He knew that I would have wanted her there," she tells them. "He actually went to her first when he decided he wanted to propose. She knew all about it." 

“It sounds like he put a lot of thought into it," one of them remarks, a smiling.  

"He really did," Y/N agrees. 

"Congratulations Jihoon-ah and Y/N-ah," Na-Rae cheers with the other hosts joining in. Y/N's heart swells with gratitude as she bows her head thanking them. With that, they continue to watch the rest of the edited version of a day in Y/N's life. 

After the filming for I Live Alone ends, Y/N says goodbye to everyone, thanking them for having her on their show and exits the building, following behind her manager, Na-mi as the rest of her team follow behind her. "I think that went really well," she smiles as they make their way onto the footpath. Na-mi agrees with her, as she types something on her phone before sending it. 

"You have no more schedules for today so you can go home and catch up on some sleep if you want to," Na-mi informs her. 

"That actually sounds really good," Y/N says, feeling the exhaustion from promoting her new show and preparing for her up and coming fan meet seep into her bones. "Will you be dropping me off home?"  

"Actually, someone's come to pick you up themselves," Na-mi tells her looking her left.  

Y/N follows her gaze, a smile stretching from ear to ear as she finds her fiancée, standing beside his car, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Jihoon. As she approached him, her exhaustion fades. The bouquet he holds is filled with her favourite flowers. 

"Surprise!" Jihoon exclaimed with a broad smile, his eyes sparkling with affection as he extended the flowers toward her. "I saw these and thought of you." 

"Thank you," Y/N replied softly, accepting the bouquet with both hands. She inhaled deeply, savouring their sweet fragrance before placing a soft kiss to his cheek.  

He then opens the car door for her and waits for her to get in before he closes it. As she settles into the seat of Jihoon's car, she rests the bouquet delicately on her lap and then opens her bag, pulling out the ring box holding her engagement ring and slips it back on her finger. The couple had agreed that she wouldn't wear the engagement ring in interviews and other promotional content she's filming, not wanting it to leak before they made their announcement. Jihoon slid into the driver's seat, casting her an affectionate glance before starting the engine. 

"How did the shoot go?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting as he pulls away from the curb. 

"It went really well, everyone sends their congratulations," she smiles. "Key, Kian and Na-Rae are expecting an invite to the wedding." 

Jihoon chuckled softly, his eyes glimmering with warmth. “Well, I'll make sure they're added to the guest list.” 

Y/N looks at him lovingly. “I love you so much, Yeobo” she says, once again smiling softly.  

He glances at her, a soft smile also on his lips, “I love you too, Jagiya.” 

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[leighsartworks216]

Spring Wedding

Sylus x gn!Reader

I am trying to post this so fast before my class begins oh lordy

Edit: changed "my dearest" to "my beloved"

Warnings: past relationship, minor references/implications of emotional/mental abuse, backhanded compliments, protective Sylus, fake relationship

Word Count: 824

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AO3

You hold tighter to Sylus's hand, your other hand wrapping around his elbow and hugging his arm to your chest to keep you as close to him as possible. Sylus notices right away, but before he can ask what’s wrong, a voice calls your name from several feet away.

“Is that really you?”

Despite your obvious signs of discomfort, you turn to the voice and plaster a smile on your face. Sure enough, your ex was there in the flesh. Memories of the backhanded compliments and insistence on pushing boundaries fill your mind, alighting every nerve with the desire to run. “Oh, wow, hi! I didn’t expect to see you here,” you greet with faux enthusiasm.

The person can’t seem to keep their eyes off you, ignoring your partner for the night entirely. Sylus had your outfit perfectly tailored and detailed to match him tonight, but the way they studied you made you want to cover yourself with his jacket. You wonder if he’d let you.

Sylus squeezes your hand, a silent question. You respond immediately, the tips of your nails beginning to dig into his knuckles.

“You look amazing! I haven’t seen you in so long, I almost didn’t recognize you. That training really shaped you up,” they chuckle.

You cough politely, a distraction from answering their… compliments.

“Sweetie,” Sylus pipes up, leaning closer to you, “you haven’t introduced us.” His smirk is smug and intimidating, but you can see the fire in his eyes. Your ex doesn’t notice, too busy taking in every intricate detail of your face like an art curator at a high-end museum.

“Oh, right!” You nod toward them, introducing them by name. “We dated in high school, before I went off to the Hunter’s Association. And this is Sylus, my-”

“Their husband.” You discretely pinch his arm. Sylus laughs. “Sorry, sweetheart, I couldn’t resist. I just love how it sounds.”

The ex blinks, as though they’ve just been rudely awoken from a dream. “Husband? What? When did you get married?” Their question emphasizes the fact it’s you, rather than the union itself.

If this is the game Sylus wants to play, you have no choice now but to play your part. “Oh, it was last spring! It was beautiful! The ceremony was held underneath cherry blossom trees and a full moon.”

They raise an eyebrow, a taunting grin dancing unsurely on their lips. “And you didn’t think to invite me?”

“No,” Syus answers. It’s sharp, abrupt, leaving absolutely no room for questions. It wipes the look off their face.

They look you up and down, frowning. “I don’t see any rings.”

Sylus chuckles again, tilting his head in a belittling fashion. “Rings are hardly enough of a symbol for our love. I crafted them a set of guns. Why don’t you show him?”

You smile as you play along, letting go of Sylus’s elbow to retrieve the gun holstered at your thigh. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? He designed every aspect of them, down to the design on the grip.” With years of firearms training under your belt, you maneuver the weapon skillfully around your fingers, before slotting it back in place, reminiscent of old world cowboys. You replace your hand on his arm, beaming as you look up at him. “Show them the knife I made you, darling.”

“Of course, my beloved.” Oh, he was enjoying this much more than he let on. He pulled out a hunting knife from his belt, deftly spinning it around his own fingers before balancing it by the tip on his finger. “I just need to find an opportunity to try it out.” He tests the weight of it in his hand, as though trying to decide the best way to skin an animal. With the way he’s looking at your ex, it’s clear just who he’s thinking of testing it on.

They swallow at the thinly veiled threat. “Th- They look really nice!” they stammer. They try to laugh it off, but it comes off thick and anxious. Their grin is shaky at the corners. “Well, it was, uh, nice to see you again.” Seeming at a bit of a loss for how to extricate themself from the situation, they land somewhere between bowing and waving, before scurrying away. Sylus tucks the knife back in his belt.

You feel like you can breathe again once they’re out of earshot.

You sigh, mask slipping, and lean heavier into Sylus’s side. He squeezes your hand softly. “Thank you for scaring them off.”

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Of course. How could I possibly let my spouse suffer their existence any longer than necessary?”

You snicker. “I’m not your spouse, you don’t have to keep pretending anymore.”

“No? Damn. And I was already making arrangements for our spring wedding.” He puts his hand on his chin to mime thinking. “Under cherry blossoms and a full moon, hm?”

“Oh, shut up.”

[d1s1ntegrated]

I just read your shigaraki fic with him stealing readers clothes and

First: loved it he’s such a little freak and I love him

Second: part 2? Maybe where reader goes into his rooms well he’s doing his thing with our clothes and gets caught red handed and just pretty much braces down and reader doms him or something I don’t know I just think a part 2 where reader walks in on him doing it would be fun

I’m sorry if this is against any rules you have you can ignore if you want

Im just an idiot 🙃 ok goodbye

shhhhh ur not an idiot and this is hot af so YASS

laundry pile (nsfw)

tomura x fem!reader

tags: stealing clothes, masturbation, stalker behavior, heavy petting, dacryphilia, p/v pen, swearing, degradation, dom/sub dynamic implied, fem reader, hardcore smut, light comfort, sub/switch! tomura, humiliation, oral (m&f rec)

A/N: i'm getting caught up on my asks finally 🫶 so sorry for the weird inactivity i love u all! also this isn't proofread sorry ill prob edit it later lol!

"For fucks sake" you threw your door open in frustration, storming down the hall to Shigaraki's room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You didn't really want to ask him of all people, but you were desperate and flustered now.

You knock gently, and before hearing him respond, you turn the handle.

"Hey, Shigaraki, have you seen my-" You open the door of Tomura's room prematurely, the light knocking not alerting him fast enough as he scrambles to yank his covers over him.

"SHIT, fucking, GET THE FUCK OUT," the man's voice heightens in pitch with every word, straining to speak. He's gripping his blanket with four white knuckles, ring finger held above the blue fabric. His hands shake and beads of sweat are flattening his fringe to his forehead, and his breathing even from the doorway looks erratic. It's no mistake, you walked in at the wrong time. Your jaw hangs open slightly at the image of him and begin backing up slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll...well, while I'm here," you start with a sheepish smile, "have you seen my black sweater? The one with the..." Your fingers twiddle around as you describe the well-loved garment, and he groans.

"...No," he wipes his hair from his face, "Go ask the girls."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'll do that." You reach for the door handle with a curt nod, and turn to head out, when something catches your eye. On the floor, next to a pile of used towels and dirty laundry, you notice the familiar lace trim, a delicate pink bow...

You reach for the piece as Tomura shoots up on his bed, still covering himself. "What are you doing??" His voice is anxious, and as you come back up, you hang the fabric delicately between your fingers in front of him.

"Are these my fucking underwear?" With a fire hot enough to burn his room to the ground, you storm closer to him, standing over him now with fierce eyes, able to really take in the sight of him now. His eyes are heavier than usual, his back flexed and his arms tense against his chest as he plasters the sheet against his snowy skin. He looks up at you with a feverish glint, avoiding contact with the skimpy bottoms hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, unable to speak.

The sheet leaves little to the imagination, as you look him up and down in his bed. You bite back your rage as you notice a strap peeking out from under one of his pillows, and you shove him back and lean over to yank it out from underneath. Your pink bralette, that you could've sworn you lost for good, was now in your hands, waving dangerously close to Tomura. With wide eyes, he gives the equivalent look to a dog who got caught with a slipper. Cowering was a new look for him. As you stare him down, you notice the sheet twitching, an unmistakable silent pleading. Your face, now mere inches above his, sends his heart sprinting out of his body.

If it weren't for your discovery, it would've been almost...charming, to see him like this. Lips pink and puffy, as if they'd been bitten raw, and the remarkable sheen of sweat and lust glazing his scarred face. A heavy breath, halfway to climax and halfway to anxiety attack. You couldn't tell if he was turned on or terrified at this point. Your mind preferred the latter, but somewhere deep inside, you liked the idea of the former.

There was also something already charming about his actions. Your clothes were scattered all around him, around his room. Part of you felt enthralled by the idea of your fearsome leader, your boss, the dangerous villain doing something as depraved and perverted as stealing your clothes. Especially after all of the shit you guys fought about, how many times he told you to fuck off and that he couldn't stand you. It was like an unwritten confession, and it made your heart flutter for a moment. You stood there, thinking about what he was doing to them exactly, with a frivolous process. It didn't take much for your mind to conclude the thought, knowing you just caught him doing precisely what you could have imagined with them. It felt almost elementary to catch him in the act of something so vulgar, and despite your scornful expression, you had to fight the instinctual curling of your lips.

"What else do you have of mine?" You kept your face flat, curiosity driving you further. He shrank down a moment before raising a shaky arm towards his door.

"Close that, please" his brows furrowed as you both looked toward the wide-open door, giving whoever walked by a full view of the situation. You padded towards it and slammed it closed, locking it behind you before re-approaching him with the same fervor as before. You toss the two garments at him and ask him again.

"What else did you steal from me?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath before raising his hand up in defeat, "I'm sorry". His eyes glossed over as he looked away, blinking rapidly. He lifted the pillow behind him and began removing things from the pile of things. Multiple pairs of underwear, two bras, three shirts, a pair of lounge shorts, and a few random socks. Your jaw dropped as he handed them to you, sniffling with embarrassment and disturbance. You shook your head slowly, partially in awe and disbelief. How did he even manage...and why? How long had he been doing it for? Your mind raced as you compiled everything at the edge of his bed. He sat there dejected as you counted everything.

"Fourteen. FOURTEEN things of mine. Just under your pillow. What, why?? Where else do you hide it all? Is this where all my clothes have gone?" Your voice rises in frustration and confusion as he falters.

He shakes his head and quavers, with the smallest voice you've ever heard from him.

"I don't know. I'm sorry". He shows remorse, no doubt. But the movement underneath the thin sheet doesn't help to convince you of his guilt. Some part of him likes the fact he was caught, surely. It's easy to see it, with the faint flush of his complexion.

You lean down more and lift his face with a finger on his chin, directing his eyes to meet yours. You don't say anything, which scares him more than anything. At any point, you could run out of his room, screaming about how he was a freak, or a coward, or a stalker. Even him, your notorious leader, was scared of being exposed so viscerally. You recognize this, his crimson eyes welling with shameful tears as you look into them.

You wanted to be so angry. You wanted to be disgusted, freaked out, and you wanted to hate him. You could let him being murderous slide, but being a loser? It boiled your blood. But you couldn't tear yourself away from his wet gaze, the tears falling heavily now as you gripped his chin between thumb and forefinger. He didn't pull away, either, he just accepted his loss. There were so many reasons why you should hate him.

But you don't, you realize, as you lean in and pull him into a hungry kiss. His lips are rough, but wet with tears as you press yours into them. Maybe it was pity, maybe it's because you know he's pent up and stressed out and most certainly a virgin. It's possible he just needs comfort. Perhaps you're encouraging him, and for all you know, maybe you like that.

You stop yourself from thinking and just let your body move. You push him back, taking his hands away from the iron grip on the sheets and lifting them above his head. He doesn't argue, and complacently loosens his body with a light whimper as you touch him. You climb onto his lap, still pinning his arms down as you snake your tongue into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, so addicting. It was unlike anything you could describe, like apple and spices and sweet mint. You cave in to him, allowing yourself to feel the rush of endorphins swell in your core. Your mind goes blank as you feel his length between your legs, twitching and jumping like an eager animal.

You finally pull away from the kiss, only to bite down his scarred neck and shoulder.

"You're a fucking thief" you say between bites, and he whimpers.

"I know" he shakes as you sink your teeth in. He groans out as you bite down harder at his response.

"You're a fucking freak" you spit. He nods, trembling.

"I'm sorry" he cries out as you sink your canines into him.

"You like that, hm? You like being a sick fuck?" you tighten your grip on his wrists.

His whimpers and moans drive you crazy. You fight the urge to take him all at once, even if it tortures you as well. Your lips curl sadistically as you lick his wounds, tongue grazing over not only the bites, but the torn skin of his neck from his incessant scratching. The faint taste of blood stings in your mouth, the metallic fragrance soaking your senses. You feel your core liquify as tears spill from his eyes, the thick lashes sticking together. He sobs, clenching his jaw.

"Please, I can't take it". His heavy breaths buckle in his chest, and you bring your free hand up to caress his face.

"You're so pretty like this, Tomura" your voice is slick with hunger, a newfound lust from hearing his pathetic noises. He blinks up at you in a daze, his pupils blown wide as you release your grip on his wrists.

"Please" he whispers, and you laugh.

"Please what? You seriously think you're getting rewarded? For being a fucking pervert?"

Tomura bites his lip and shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry".

It was a sight to behold. Your fearsome leader, now crumbling beneath you, begging to be touched. Pleading for forgiveness, admitting fault with fat tears soaking his cheeks. Everything you swore he would never be capable of, he was doing. And it made you feel so powerful. It was well overdue- someone eventually would've put him in his place- you just never thought it'd be you to do it.

You retreat from his lap, standing swiftly. You watch his face fall a bit, then relight as you slide your top and bottoms off, leaving you standing nearly naked in front of him. His eyes soak in the image of you, his hands clenching. You reach for the sheet and yank it off of him, finally, to expose his naked body completely.

His cock stands proud, already leaking and throbbing as you grab it. He gasps, the air hitching in his chest as your thumb slides down the tip, admiring his length as you squeeze it gently.

"You're such a desperate little bitch," you start demeaning him further, fingers trailing to wrap around his balls. He mewls as you continue, "I always knew you were a pathetic loser".

His cock convulses as you speak, and you lose you patience. You take him in your mouth, pressing your tongue flatly against the thickness. You graze your teeth against the sensitive skin, and he hisses out a string of curses. You speed up, fingers still teasing him with lazy tugs. You reach underneath and press two fingers against the untouched skin, massaging it gently. The action causes him to clench his fists mindlessly against the sheets, and they immediately disintegrate into nothingness. He grumbles out a "Fuck", but is swiftly redirected back to the multitude of sensations below. You laugh, his thick cock still in your mouth, and he throws his head back. He begins mindlessly thrusting into your throat, causing you to choke a bit on the size of him. He spreads his legs open further as you massage the neglected spot, clearly enjoying the newly discovered sensitivity.

Before he can finish, and god is he dangerously close to doing so, you pull off of him. He groans and silently begs for more, but you shake your head and get back on top of him.

"You think I'm doing this for your enjoyment? You owe me, not the other way around." you spew out. "It's my turn, loser."

He doesn't have time to argue it as you slide your underwear off and bring yourself to his face. You speak, knowing his can't respond, enjoying his compliance. "Have you ever done this before? No? Hm..." You chuckle out sinfully as his mouth falls wide, dragging his tongue up your dripping cunt to your clit. "Do a good job, and maybe then I'll let you have more."

He's clearly inexperienced, the way his tongue explores your folds and curves, but he's starving regardless. He presses his tongue deeply into you, moaning at the taste as you grind against his mouth. He gains confidence as he grips your hips with a four-fingered grip, keeping his pinkies as far as anatomically possible from your soft skin. He kneads his slender fingers into the fat of your hips and ass, his nails digging in as his tongue picks up speed. After a minute or two adjusting, he's eating you like a dog, licking and sucking and nipping at everything he can, with a determination previously unseen. It feels unforgettable, the way his teeth graze your clit and his tongue licks at you like you're candy. The poor depraved man laying under you, finally graced with the taste of you he's only ever had in dreams. You tasted much better than the underwear he stole. It felt holy now, so dirty and urgent that it felt like prayer.

You can't avoid the hastily approaching orgasm as he flicks his tongue on the throbbing bundle of nerves. You grind down on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your heat as he sends you over the edge. You drive your hips down, nearly suffocating him, as you clench and shiver on his face. You can feel him panting and smiling and swallowing every drop of your climax thankfully, which sends you even further.

When you finally come crashing down, you pull off of him and slide back down his chest and position him right in front of your needy hole. But you can't give into him just yet. It's his punishment, not reward, to fuck you and please you and make you cum.

He looks positively elated, his pupils still swallowing his ruby irises and his hair tangled around his pretty face. He's smiling, with a tired breath, but he's nowhere near done. He's completely aware of his consequences.

"Good boy, Tomu" you praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, his face still soaked from you. He smiles a bit more, but is still silent as you continue, "I almost forgive you for being such a disgusting slut".

He nods and silently mouths out an "okay". You trail a finger up his jaw and press a kiss to it. But his response isn't enough for you. You want more, you want to press the subject deeper before allowing him to have something so sacred.

"Tell me, pretty freak; why did you steal my clothes?"

He takes a moment to bite his lip, looking away as he responds. "I like to".

Not good enough. "And?" you pry.

"It...feels good. To smell you. And taste you. It feels so good..." he bleats out pitifully, and you can't help but feel a little bit enamored at his answer.

"Yeah? Was it worth it?" You tilt your head slightly, loving his plaintive admissions.

He nods and smiles, "Definitely".

Tomura's slight defiance stirs something inside of you. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants. And if he wanted to steal your clothes, soil them with a weeks worth of cum, he fucking would. He did. He wasn't an entirely too demanding person, but he was, at his core, determined to have everything he wants. Including you, in every way he can.

You can't wait any longer as you take his length inside of you. You gasp out a bit at the size, feeling it stretch your walls with a burning sensation. He immediately moans out, unable to even slightly quiet down as he feels how wet you are around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he cries, and you clench around him, causing him to spasm a bit. His eyes roll back and he begins thrusting into you from below, the friction driving you crazy. "You feel just like I imagined" he confesses, words heavy with desire.

You grind into him as he thrusts, both rutting against each other fervidly. The tuft of baby blue hair drags a bit against your clit and you can't help as his name spills from your lips like honey.

"Fuck, Tomura, you're so big" you lewdly cry out as he grips you again. His cock slams against your cervix, sliding in and out of your entrance rapidly. His moans and whimpers become intangible, a never-ending slew of crude noises just leaking from his pretty pink lips. You nearly forget being angry, you throw your inhibitions to the side, because it feels far too good to not focus on entirely. The way he whines and keens melts you like the sun.

You both get closer with each frantic thrust. Months of pining and pretending to hate each other paid off well enough, because the feeling of his cock inside of you, plowing you filthily, locked in the satisfaction of meeting him in the first place.

"And I thought you hated my guts" you moan out as he slams into you, folding a bit. He wraps his arms around you and you tuck your head into his neck as he takes complete control from beneath.

"No, I just, fuck, couldn't stand not having this" he breathes out, his hold on you intensifying. "I want you".

His speed shakes your mind, leaving you fuzzy as you reach your final breaking point. He's close behind, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he moans out your name like a broken record.

"Tomura, I-"

He cuts you off with a whine, "Please, let me cum inside of you". You completely shatter around him, the heat inside of you finally snapping in half as you grind into him mindlessly, the sensation of your orgasm tearing through you like a full moon's tide. You cry and gasp out into his ear, and he decides he can't wait anymore. He spills into you with a howl, twitching and sputtering as he finally fills you up. The pearly strings coat your sore insides, gumming you up. He sinks his teeth down into your neck as he ruts into you, pumping his seed deeper inside as he rides out his orgasm. You feel the suffocating wave of euphoria wash over you, unable to form a coherent thought as he pulls out slowly.

He lolls his head back and keeps you wrapped in his arms, unwilling to release you.

"I'm sorry" he finally speaks. The silence in the room dissipates with his raspy voice, and you nod.

"Do you at least wash them when you're done?" You ask, and he nods back.

"I return them when you aren't there.." he admits.

"Okay" you don't have the energy or even the space inside of you to actually be mad. If anything, you were more upset before cause for the most part, you were missing a lot of your favorite pairs of underwear, and you thought you were losing your mind.

"I promise I'll stop" he whispers into your hair, "I'm sorry".

You shake your head against his chest. "Don't. It gives me an excuse to come back in here and do this again".

His heartbeat speeds a bit as he processes your words. A part of him wants to tell you you don't need an excuse. But the other part of him wants you to keep catching him. The chase, the raw desire, he'd been playing the long game, and you fell right for it. His silly little game he'd been playing worked out perfectly in his favor, and he relished in that fact.

He doesn't respond. You close your eyes on his chest, and he pulls up the other blanket that was unscathed from his torrential grip. He smiles to himself as you slowly fall asleep on him, your breathing slowing. Lying there with you, he finally felt content and full for once, and that scared him. But he laid there still, soaking in the feeling of completing his goal.

But he no longer wanted to play this game. He wanted to win it.

[jinftranda]

Words I Wasn’t Able To Tell You ✧⁠*⁠。

CHAPTER 2

Synopsis: You were transported to another universe along with Ekko and Heimerdinger. Let’s just say that you didn’t expect Sevika to be your close friend in this universe, especially after she betrayed you.

Content: mu!Reader x au!Sevika, self insert : p, friends to lovers, sfw (i’ll just edit this shit if i forget something) 1st au so plz be nice 🙏

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You finally step foot inside the last drop.

You immediately see Vander working inside the bar front, you also spot Benzo talking to him.

The sight of Vander and Benzo alive and well left you open-mouthed.

Vander soon took notice of you and Sevika, he called out the two of you.

You walked up to him and took a seat at a stool in front of him. “Hey friends, it’s been a while since I last saw your faces. What you’ve been up to?” Vander asks, Sevika follows you and takes the seat next to you.

“Oh, she’s been working on a project for the innovator’s competition coming up this week, guess you can say that she’s been a busy woman” Sevika chuckles after explaining she looks up to you, she’s expecting you to add more to her explanation.

“O-oh yeah!” you stammer. “Kept bringing Sevika’s butt everywhere I went to get supplies for my project, didn’t realize I was bothering her.” you scratch the back of your neck then give Sevika an apology look.

You genuinely have no idea if you’re dragging Sevika everywhere you go.

Vander chuckled then replied “Haha! You do need another pair of hands when working on these things.”

“Ekko’s been working off his ass lately because of that competition and I’d get mad at him for staying up late. If I were Sevika I would’ve scolded your butt!” Benzo chimes into the conversation, his statement makes the others laugh. You just shook your head out of embarrassment, Sevika rolls her eyes playfully.

“We’ll have the usual.” Sevika says then reaches for her pocket to pay and she leans onto your ear “This is on me, find a table for us” she whispers.

Sevika’s action made your face go red, but you shrugged everything off and headed your way to find a table.

After sitting at the table you’ve picked, you see familiar faces in front of you.

Ekko and Jinx?

What is he doing with her, didn’t she try to kill him before?

They’re suddenly on good terms?

What the fuck is going on?

You stared at them

Questions start to flood your mind, but you are interrupted.

“Hey”

You were startled when you realized that someone was calling you. You looked up to see Sevika.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Sevika apologizes to you and sits beside you, but your attention immediately draws back to the people in front of your table.

“Hey, i just noticed.” Sevika spoke.

You could hear Sevika speak but it’s inaudible, your attention is focused on Ekko at Jinx.

“You kept zooming out or.. what is it they call it?”

Sevika snaps her fingers after finding the right word “Mhm, oh right. Spacing out. Are you actually alright like you say you are multiple times this morning?”

You can’t hear what the fuck Sevika is saying, you start hearing distorted noises and ringing in your ear. But it all stopped when you saw another set of familiar faces come closer to Ekko and Jinx’s table.

Mylo and Claggor?

“Hey!”

You finally came back to your senses when Sevika made a loud noise on the table using her cup. “I’m talking to you, can you even hear me?” she asks.

“I’m good, I think.” the last part came out of your mouth like a whisper.

“Is there something you’re not telling me? You can say it. No judgment.” Sevika asks another time.

“It feels like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.. you know?” You scratched the back of your neck due to discomfort.

“You’re probably just lacking sleep, every time I visit you I always see you working on that damn project. You gotta sleep, you know?” Sevika places her hand on top of yours to show her support and concern for you, but you were caught off guard by her action, and it caused you to jump out of your seat.

Sevika gave you a weird look and was about to say something when someone from the table in front called you.

“Hey!”

It’s Jinx

You didn’t know how to respond to her so you just sat back down on your seat and you did a facepalm out of embarrassment.

“Okay?” Jinx also gave you a weird look, but she shrugged it off and continued talking to Ekko. You took a peak under your hand at Ekko and you saw him looking at you, his eyes were wide open and it looked like he was experiencing the same thing that was happening to you.

Ekko isn’t exactly paying attention to what Jinx is saying.

You start hearing distorted noises again, but this time your surrounding is spinning. You stood up from your seat, Sevika looked at you and was about to follow when you signaled her to stop, she just stood up from her seat looking worried— and confused.

You wince at the headache you were experiencing, the ringing noise kept continuing in your ears. You were having a hard time finding the exit because your sight is blurry.

You finally spot the exit and run towards it, you see someone about to use the exit door but push them out of the way and slam the door open.

You use your right hand to lean on the brick wall just outside the bar and you throw up.

You cough out hard, it’s disgusting.

When you thought that you threw up everything that you digested earlier this morning, you looked up at the other person from behind you, they were also throwing up. You’re surprised when you realize who it was.

“Ekko!” you call out to him after realizing that it was him. He was shocked to see you and he walked backwards when you attempted to walk up to him. “It’s me!” you try convincing Ekko but the exit door is slammed open.

Heimerdinger?

He hands out a notebook to Ekko and he looks up at you. “You too, lad?” Heimerdinger asks. You nod your head aggressively.

Ekko spoke “Man, I thought I was going crazy!” he palms his face. You looked back again at Heimerdinger, “Professor? What are we doing here? And how long have you been here? Wh—”

“Now, now my dear. Slow down with the questions, I’ll answer all of them!” Heimerdinger cuts you off. You exchange looks with Ekko and give each other weird looks.

—

Heimerdinger explained things to you and Ekko. You almost wanted to scream. Also, you’re telling me that he’s been here for— how many days now?

The terrible news is that hextech was never invented in this world.

Meaning there is no anomaly.

No anomaly means there’s no way back home.

FUCKING DIPSHIT.

“I’ve achieved a lot in this world. I’m sure that the two of you will get used to this—” Heimerdinger’s cut off by Ekko. “Get used to this? We have people back at home waiting for us!” he retorts while pointing at himself and you.

You nodded in agreement, “With all due respect professor, there is no way we’ll be sticking around here. We don’t belong here.” you pause, Ekko and Heimerdinger look at you.

“We’ll find a way back home with or without you,” Ekko said with a stern tone to Heimerdinger. Ekko signals you to follow him, but the exit door opens revealing Jinx.

“I was gonna go see Vi.” You notice the shock on Ekko’s face when Jinx mentions Vi, “Vi?”

Jinx snorted and replied, “That’s what I just said, wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure,” Ekko replied to Jinx and he looks at you with an apologetic look.

Looks like this mission to go back home has to wait then.

Sevika walks through the exit door of the bar after Jinx dragged Ekko. “You good?” Sevika asks you with a concerned tone.

“I think so, maybe I am just lacking sleep.” you scratch the back of your neck while answering Sevika.

Sevika sighs before speaking “Called it, let’s go to my place where you’ll be far away from this technology shit. Is it alright with you?” Sevika offers.

There’s no way I’m going with her.

“Sure”

Sevika immediately reaches out to clasp your hand and walks you to her place.

You were dumbfounded by Sevika’s action.

You guys are holding hands.

You hate to admit it, but it made your heart flutter— and your face turned red.

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this is supposed to come with chapter 1, but it felt too long that’s why i separated it : 3

[cherimoyatea]

❧ Rafayel - Eternal Bond

Pairing: Rafayel x You Synopsis: You meet Rafayel in another life. But again, you have no memory of him. Word Count: 1.447K Tags: different timeline/alternative universe, christmas season, romance, a little angst and hopelessness, rafayel is a stranger to you, tears with comfort in the second half Side notes: It's December, yay!❄️ Swear, I almost lost my sanity editing this fic over the past three nights! Every time I thought I was ready to post it, I'd find something else I wanted to add or change, and felt like I was starting from scratch all over again. Please, don't expect a cozy Christmas story. My life's been going too smoothly lately, and I need a little angst in my life.

December.

Somewhere, sometime, on this vast planet.

There is an unwritten story no one knows about. Another life you lived long before you met the mesmerizing Lemurian in Linkon City, you know today. You still don't remember your past lives, the never-ending cycle of birth and rebirth—and the pain and loss it brought, pulling you away from your beloved over and over again.

You always hear someone calling out to you. A voice echoing deep within, while a name you don't recall, lingers on your tongue, aching to be spoken aloud...

It's the reason your previous relationships fell apart: You always felt like the red strings of fate kept drawing you away from their lives, making it impossible to find love.

After another failed date, you're on your way home, pulling your coat tighter around yourself as you shiver in the biting cold. The city is abuzz, with everyone enjoying the colorful Christmas decorations and cozy atmosphere of the festive season. Suddenly, a sweet melody coming from the display of a jewelry shop, catches your attention as you almost walk by the decorated shop window.

You stop in your tracks and walk closer to the jewelry shop to admire the creative, Christmas-themed display, showcasing engagement rings and wedding bands. Maybe love isn't written in your story. Maybe you're one of those unfortunate souls who are never meant to find their soulmate. It's times like these when bitter thoughts cross your mind, and you can't help but feel a little hopeless about your future.

You let out a deep sigh, your heart as heavy as the clouds above you, as you lay a hand on the cool glass of the store window. A faint smile forms on your lips as you watch the little Christmas figurines dance in the display, twirling pirouettes and moving their tiny limbs to a familiar, festive jingle.

''That's the wrong ring, cutie...''

You snap back from your thoughts when you suddenly hear someone's voice and turn your head toward a young man. His eyes are glued to the same display as he stands there, keeping his distance from you—his hands leisurely tucked into the pockets of an expensive-looking coat, with a thick scarf draped around his neck. Is he talking to you? Taken aback by his words, you glance around to see if there's anyone else he could be referring to.

But there is no one else here except for you and him.

''Uhm... sorry, what did you just say?'' You ask, a bit confused, subconsciously removing your hand from the window and brushing over your ring finger, feeling the metal under your fingertips. The ring doesn't serve any particular purpose; you wear it simply because you think it's pretty.

He nods slightly towards the figurines in the display you were just looking at, his hands still in his pockets.

''I said, 'That's a nice thing, truly...''

The young man replies, shifting his head toward you with a smirk, and you immediately notice his extraordinarily beautiful eyes—eyes that remind you of the setting sun, just when the evening greets the night and paints the sky in shades of pink, purple, and blue.

''O-Oh... yeah, right.'' You reply awkwardly, quickly turning your gaze back to the store window.

Strange. You could have sworn you heard something else just now, but it was getting late, so maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

Pretending to watch the dancing figurines, you shift your gaze back to him, and a warm feeling rushes through your chest as you secretly admire the attractive lavender-haired man. He doesn't seem to notice that you're stealing glances at him while he's busy watching the christmas display.

''Say something! Anything, you idiot!'' You scold yourself internally.

Something is urging you to approach him, a peculiar force pulling you toward him, not wanting him to leave just yet. Shifting on your feet, you let your eyes wander over him, searching for something to start a conversation with when you notice the sketchbook tucked under his arm.

''Are these... do you paint?''

The young man follows your gaze and nods with a smug grin, holding up the sketchbook and opening it. ''Yeah, you could say I like painting...'' He holds the sketchbook toward you so you can get a better look at his art and your eyes widen surprised when you notice a striking resemblance to the little figurines displayed in the shop window. ''But aren't these the same as...?'' You mumble and blink twice, your eyes going back and forth between the sketches and the figurines.

These are undoubtedly the same designs.

Seeing your confused expression, the young man chuckles with an amused glint, shimmering in his eyes. ''You're the observant one, aren't you? The shop owner is a friend of mine. I designed this year's Christmas display for him.'' He explains, a hint of pride in his voice as he hands you the sketch, his bright eyes lingering a little too long on your stunned face.

Taking the piece of paper from him, you're about to express your excitement when you overhear an elderly couple, walking past both of you. ''Ah, look, dear! They're probably choosing wedding bands! How adorable!''

Your face turns bright red, and you quickly turn around, flustered. They obviously mistook you for a couple. ''N-No, that's… we're not...'' You stammer, trying to explain, but the couple simply nods at you with a warm smile and continues on their way, leaving you speechless.

Still flustered, you turn back to the artist, only to realize that he's gone. Huh? Wasn't he just standing next to you? Confused, you step away from the jewelry shop and look around frantically, catching a glimpse of him disappearing into a crowd of people.

''Wait! Your sketch!'' You shout after him, but it's too late: the sunset-eyed man disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Disappointed, you glance down at the piece of paper in your hands, realizing you didn't even ask for his name. Even if you tried to call out to him, what name would you use?

Your eyes trace over the sketch and as you instinctively flip the paper over, your heart almost skips a beat; On the other side, is a draft of a girl who looks just like you! ''What... but how...'' You wonder, your mind racing as you take in the details and your gaze falls on the signature, right there on the bottom of the paper.

''Rafayel...''

You whisper softly, and the instant the name leaves your lips, a warm tear rolls down your cheek, followed by another wave of warmth flooding your heart. You don't know why you're crying, why your heart feels like it has finally found its missing piece, its home.

Why it feels like your soul just remembered something you shouldn't have forgotten in the first place.

A cold flake melts on your warm cheek, and you look up, realizing it started to snow...

Your eyes fly open, and you quickly sit upright in bed, your cheeks damp with tears, your chest heaving.

A dream? A dream!

The soft rustling of the sheets draws your attention as your beloved stirs beside you, his beautiful eyes opening and concern etched on his sleepy face as he props himself up on his elbow.

''Hmm… what's wrong, cutie?'' He mumbles, still half-asleep. ''Did you have a nightmare?''

Wiping away your tears with the back of your hands, you nod, trying to ignore the stinging pain in your chest. Why does your heart feel so heavy all of a sudden? ''I was so lonely because I didn't remember you.'' Trying to steady your quickened heartbeat you inhale deeply before continuing.

''We were gazing at a Christmas display, and you handed me a sketch... then you disappeared.''

Rafayel falls silent for a moment, watching you intently as you tell him about your dream. The lavender-haired man reaches out to you, humming softly as he wraps his arms around your body and gently lays you back into the sheets. ''Close your eyes and go back to sleep... it's alright, I'm here.'' He whispers, caressing your back to soothe you and pressing a tender kiss on top of your head.

His mind drifts back to that one day in December, when he met his beloved in another life—hopeless and alone. He remembers how he had accidentally forgotten the sketch in your hands, a thoughtful act to initiate another meeting. And then more meetings after that, just to stay in your life and help you remember.

No matter how many times you forget your eternal bond, he will always find a way back to you.

It's his silent vow to you.

Thank you for reading!

Cheri 🍒

[confietti]

kento nanami is a man of self-restraint.

your philosophy professor, a rather basic man, whom everyone normally thought was a lonely man because of his strict nature and consistently stoic expression, suddenly finds himself drawn to one of his students, you.

he couldn't seem to resist you. he knows it's wrong, still, he can't help but think that you're doing this on purpose.. the way you come to class all dolled up in a skirt too short to be deemed appropriate.

and when you sat down he almost always broke his composure since whenever you crossed your legs he'd catch a glimpse of what he'd be getting after class.

anybody could notice the way you two look at each other if they paid close enough attention. but of course, nobody ever did. the way your eyes flicker... it's undeniable.

kento nanami is a man of self-restraint.

he's a man of self-restraint up until that one day when you came to his class during office hours to ask for "help" on the essay he assigned during class.

the way your thighs squish together while your tight pink sundress began to bunch up your legs.

kento nanami was a man of self-restraint. until he realized you weren't wearing any panties. he studied you attentively as you read your rough draft to him. sighing while scrunching up your little nose because you were frustrated with the assignment.

he knew damn well you were lying because although you're a little airheaded, your essays never failed to amaze him.

you bit your lip, mesmerized by how he looked, slumped down in his brown leather chair. and he was doing the same to you.

you were taunting him, at least that was what he thought. the way the ends of your nails end up between your teeth while you watched him edit your draft, thighs clenched together and nipples hard because of the cold air.

he thinks that that was probably how you wound up clutching his desk for dear life, thighs trembling while his fingers thrust in and out of your soaked cunt.

you felt the cold metal of the wedding ring on his finger on your thigh, but you didn't care, and neither did he. fuck it. you worked for it. you deserved it. much more than his wife.

you've daydreamed about this moment constantly, eyes eagerly searching for his. don't get him wrong, he knows it's wrong. he knows he shouldn't initiate whatever "this" is with you. but somehow, he found himself pushing himself into your cunt.

you groaned, cheek resting on the cold wood of the desk as your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling, your nails made small scratchings into the wood while he forced himself in and out of you.

tears pooled on the surface of his desk, your mascara tinting your face with a black hue.

you mewl lewdly as he leans down to nibble on your ear, practically brushing against your back and pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls are obscene.

gasping, mere slapping noises, and his deep breaths send you into ecstasy. the kisses were chaste and gentle, compared to the inappropriate actions committed with each of his forceful thrusts.

you cried out as you creamed around his cock, cunt tightening around him, bringing him over the edge. he lets out an uneasy moan as he pulled out and released all over your back.

there was a brief moment of silence as the both of you came down from your highs, he was about to break the silence but his phone went off.

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honey, are you going to be working late again?

well, fuck.

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[running-on-coffee-and-anxiety]

Know what? I'm gonna try throwing my hat into the ring for Danny Phantom.

I accidentally electrocuted myself as a kid and never told anybody- nothing serious, I grabbed the three exposed prongs of a half plugged in laptop charger in the middle of the night and didn't want to get in trouble since nobody else was awake. Even if it isn't fatal, it's terrifying and your vision completely blacks out and your arm tingles for days afterwards, and for the whole day after you got shocked your fingers on the hand that grabbed the prongs will randomly twitch, open or close or jerk to the side. You have no control, it's like when the doctor hits your knee to check your reflexes.

Now, from what I can tell from the scene where Danny went ghost for the first time, he really was electrocuted. From what I can tell, his ghost and human halves seem kinda separate- not completely, but the change is there. Where is this going?

Danny never told anyone about the accident- not anybody that could help him, anyways. I propose that, since he never got medical treatment or physical/occupational therapy after the accident, his motor function deteriorates over time.

More specifically, his small motor function is effected- I will be using personal experience in this section, since my small motor skills were so bad I couldn't use zippers or tie my shoes until I was 12, but I'll try putting things in reverse.

Danny starts fumbling with tying his shoes, laughing it off as being tired. Buttons take a few minuets, and even snap buttons become a bit hard. Odd, mildly confusing, but nothing to be concerned about. Then it progresses. He can't properly use tools anymore, it's like nothing is ever precise enough, everything takes a few tries to get it right. His fingers are fumbling everything, his handwriting turns to chickenscratch that not even he can read at times, he struggles to comb his hair because it's hard to coordinate movements, his back teeth are always textured because he struggles to brush his teeth and he can't really reach the back ones properly anymore.

I don't know if this is connected to small motor or not, but he starts dragging his feet and the toes of his shoes wear out quicker because walking while lifting his feet any higher doesn't feel right. This was something I had fixed during occupational therapy, but I don't know if it was just me or not.

Eventually, it becomes sunlight-on-clean-pact-snow levels of blindingly obvious that something is incredibly wrong. Danny's hair is knotted and half-matted because he is unable to brush it properly, when he smiles there is plaque on some parts of his teeth and not others, he always wears slip-on shoes or his laced shoes are always untied, buttons always seem like they could unslip because they're only half-buttoned, zippers in his jackets getting stuck in shirts and he doesn't bother to fix it, teachers can no longer read his assignments and his friends can't read his notes. Nobody can ignore it, but nobody knows how to help when Danny gets so clearly frustrated when he has to do something with his hands and it just doesn't work. It seems like he suddenly developed a hole in his lip, since he always had to lean far over his bowl or plate to not end up on food with his shirt because his hands can't hold silverware steady.

But Phantom? None of those issues. He became a ghost after being electrocuted, of course. Why would there be damage from the initial creation of this half? It could be why he ends up enjoying fighting the ghosts, his hands actually work with him instead of against him.

Feel free to take this idea and do what you want with it, I really liked writing this!

Also if you use this for a fic, please comment the link if possible, I wanna see all the ways people use this :)

Edit: So I started a mini-series about this. Is it any good? Probably not, but writing makes me happy.

Noticed But Hoping For The Best

[schemmentisimpasours]

So Lost

Summary: Melissa finds a way to pull you out of your own head

(This was totally my personal therapy. I apologize for nothing including my lack of editing)

TW: Mentions anxiety, depression, dissasociation

Masterlist

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It felt like a barbell on your chest that you could not lift. Fingers clenched around your heart that were locked in an iron grip.Concrete in your shoes that made it impossible to lift. A rock in your throat that made even the simplest breaths hard. Noise so loud that your head couldn’t stop ringing. A darkness so deep that you couldn’t see your hand in front of you. That is what it had felt like as you had navigated through the past week. You weren’t sure how you were functioning at this point so caught inside your own mind that every moment seemed to have passed in a blur. It had become so alarming how dissociated you were that you started walking to school. There was no way that it was healthy to be able to completely forget how you had gotten to work that morning. Yet even as you could feel yourself shrinking into this place, you had no idea how to get it out. 

Instead, you skipped coffee in the breakroom every morning, deciding to go straight to your class where you could bury yourself in some mindless and tedious task to make the morning fly by. Then once the kids arrived through the doors you fed off their energy. Smiling when appropriate and laughing along to their jokes. By the second day they had seemed to pick up on a shift in your energy and had been the most behaved that you had ever seen them. Giving you small compliments and hugs on their way out the door. It improved your mood temporarily but as you shut the door at the end of the day the thoughts came crashing back in. 

You left late every day knowing that nothing was waiting back for you at your apartment and the longer that you sat at your desk the longer you could push these thoughts from your mind. You had been so locked inside that you didn’t even notice your coworker’s nervous stares from the hallway.

“Melissa you have to do something,” Barbara mentioned as she saw you reach for another large stack of papers, “This isn’t Y/N and the longer she stays away the more I feel like we are losing her.”

“Maybe she just needs some space,” The redhead rationalized but inside her stomach twisted in knots.

You two had grown closer in your two years at Abbott and had even started a budding relationship between the two of you. A date here and there. A stolen kiss or two between classes. Sleepless nights wrapped up in each other’s sheets. Promises whispered until the sky grew light with the first touch of morning.  It had being going great and Melissa couldn’t figure out where it had all gone wrong. You had your down days before and she had been there to coax you from them. But she had never seen you like this. Like a ghost without a tether disappearing before her eyes. Your body growing thinner the longer you stayed away. Your glasses doing nothing to hide the dark circles forming underneath your eyes. Pushing so far into yourself that Melissa wondered if you even remembered she was there. It hurt but what upset her more was watching the woman she was growing to love falling through the cracks.

“Something tells me you know that is a lie,” Barbara hummed, “Please Mel, I am begging you. I tried earlier this week and it was like she looked right through me.”

“I will check on her I promise,” Melissa whispered and went to step towards you when Ava called her down the hallway, “I guess after I help Ava with her so called emergency.” By the time Melissa was able to return you had left your classroom dark and already prepped for the following Monday. She hesitated like she always did when it came to your relationship. Scared to push it to far but scared even more to lose you. Remnants of her divorce had left her torn between the woman she wanted to be and the wife who had been left shattered to pieces after a very public affair. But as she closed her eyes to calm her thoughts, images of you sitting in the break room smiling at her with such tender care filled her mind. How you were always there,a steady constant through every anxiety attack she had and now it was Melissa’s turn to be there for you. 

She packed her bag in a rush leaving her classroom prep for a Monday problem and climbed in her car heading towards your apartment. She took one more deep breath before knocking on the door praying that you would open it. She didn’t have to wait long before you appeared. One of Melissa’s old t-shirts hung around you showing off how much you had really shrunk in a mere week. Your hair that had been contained in a bun hung in clumps around you. At the mere sight of the redhead in the door you broke into tears the weight of all your secrets crumbling down. 

Without hesitation she gently pushed her way inside the door pulling you towards her. You clung to her anchoring yourself to the only thing that felt real anymore. Tears coming in waves breathing becoming ragged the world officially collapsed in. You had been determined that she would never come. Pushed away by you and the idea that she could never want to deal with your broken bits. You had been determined that you would handle this alone like you always did.

Yet as she stood there holding you firmly like you would melt away if she let even one muscle relax the horrible things you did complied onto your anxious thoughts. 

“I am so sorry,” You sobbed into her chest.

“Oh sweetheart,” Melissa said rubbing your back, “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I pushed you away,” You choked out, “I was so… soo.. I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

“I am not going anywhere,” Melissa promised with a kiss on your head, “Regardless of how far you push I will always come back.”

“You don’t…”

“I love you Y/N. I am not going to leave just because you had a bad brain day..or bad brain week. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you siad 

The words were the floodgate to everything that you had been holding. A link back into the real world that you had desperately needed. Melissa led you gently to your couch as she ordered takeout from your favorite place down the street. She didn’t press you on what was wrong or judge you for the disaster that had become your apartment. Instead, she curled a fuzzy blanket around you and mentioned she would be right back. You could hear the water running in the bathroom and cringed at how disgusting your life had become. 

Yet when the redhead went to get you there was only a look of caring in her eyes. She led you to the bathroom where she had set up a bubble bath for you the fairy lights around your mirror giving a soft glow to the room. In the time that it had taken to get ready she even tidied up the room moving your dirty clothes to a basket and wiping down the surfaces. There was still more to do but you felt like you could at least function within the room now. 

“I can leave while you get in,” Melissa offered and you realized that she had been talking to you for some time. 

“No please don’t leave,” You said quickly and Melissa nodded.

She helped you undress and sink into the hot water, murmuring, “There you go sweetheart, I got you. I am right here.”

With her words replacing the ones scratching at her head, she went to work washing your hair. Gently prying apart the curls that had turned into dreadlocks, cringing every time she pulled harder than she expected. However, you had become so used to your curls that you barely noticed until she brushed it through and started braiding it. 

Once she was satisfied with her work, she kissed the top of your head with a smile, “There is my beautiful girl. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

You felt the faint lines of a smile trying to form as you were led to your bedroom. Somehow, Melissa had worked her magic here as well stripping off your old sheets to make your bed with fresh ones. Laying ontop was a pair of loose boxer shorts and a t-shirt that Melissa had brought from home. You ran your finger over it noting the small stains from bleach and paint. Clearly worn and well loved and now as Melissa pulled it gently over your head you realized that she had specifically brought this for you. To feel enveloped by her even as she moved around your apartment preparing for dinner. 

She cleared the coffee table off just in time to grab the food from the delivery driver and place it in front of you. Feeding you a small bite for every two of hers you made your way through the food. She never pushed you to eat more, allowing you to tell her when you were done.  As she placed the fork down she glanced over at you tangling your fingers in hers.

“My love, what happened this week?” Melissa asked gently, “I was worried… I am worried about you and I only want to help.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you started, “I just don’t know who I am anymore. I go to work but I wonder if what I am doing is even worth it anymore. I come home and I just don’t know what I enjoy doing anymore. I look at you and I wonder what the hell you see in me. I don’t feel good at anything and I don’t know how to make that feeling go away. I don’t want to feel this way anymore but I am so tired of being strong that I feel like I am drowning alive.”

“I love you because you are the only thing in life that has made sense lately. That makes me feel like coming home is a person and not a place,” Melissa squeezed your hand her own tears gently falling from her face, “And I know that you might not know who you are right now but we can figure it out together. You don’t have to be strong for me. I’ll be strong for the both of us until you get back on your feet. Then when I can’t be strong you will be there for me.”

You smiled for the first time in weeks feeling such love for this woman in front of you that you felt like you could make it through this and every dark day ahead as long as she was holding your hand. You leaned forward to kiss her gently and whispered, “That sounds like a great idea.”

Melissa hugged you close the thoughts of losing you fading into the background, “Come on let’s get some rest.”You nodded in agreement and following Melissa to the bedroom where you curled onto her chest and within moments fell asleep. The sound of her heartbeat in your ear lulling you into a sense of security that removed all the anxious thought from your mind. Melissa kissed your forehead once she knew you were asleep and whispered: I am so glad you are back baby. I missed you

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Kinda having a rough day, so could I possibly request something spicy or soft from Alien!Art or Camboy!Art? 🥺 (it’s cool if not)

Camboy!Art Donaldson Comforting Reader

NSFW: conversations about depression, anxiety general sadness, smut, barely proofread

I'm sorry this came out so late and TERRIBLE I'm beyond slumped I hope you've been feeling better <3

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Art’s been editing his most recent video together, a sloppy blowjob you gave him weeks ago. He kept replaying his favorite part, your plush pink lips struggling to fit his thick member into your open mouth. Your fist doing most of the work, giggling as you hide behind your hand getting shy, he smiled promising that you've been doing so well

The constant thought of being a boyfriend ached in his chest, it’s not like you’d say yes. You’re just his piggy bank right?

All he knew is that he wanted to be there for you. He could tell the past 3 days had been hell, dodging his calls, skipping out on hanging out with him and ignoring text messages about video ideas. School was kicking your ass, job hunting was torture he wishes he knew how to help you

The knock on his door startled him, he sighed pausing his editing stumbling towards the door noticing something was wrong the minute he opened it. Art was met with your sunken solemn eyes and fake smile more so when you pounced on him slamming your lips onto his without saying a word.

Usually you'd kiss him on the cheek and ask for a movie night, convince him to watch Jersey Shore or Mean Girls, he'd reluctantly agree secretly liking your choices. He loved anything you did but today was off.

"hey-" he pulled back confused you shut him up shoving him against the wall knocking the air out of him hands raking up and down his stomach 

"need you"

"Wait-" the words were lost as you sucked his skin hard trailing hickeys down the column of his neck eliciting loud groans

"you're never this needy" he sighs squeezing your ass in his hands distracted but still caught off guard.

"lets make a video, my first time it'll be hot"

he stilled alarm bells ringing in the back of his head, "your first time on camera?" he repeats hands pushing you back by your waist

He hates the idea, your first time having sex in front of a propped up camera, no you deserved something intimate, a quiet night not a forced performance for hundreds to strangers to consume

"yes" you whine irritated.

"I don't know" he mutters reluctantly, taking a few steps back almost to jostle your shoulders hoping you’d snap out of whatever twisted daze you’re in.

you cup his cheeks "I'm ready ok let's do it think about all the views and the money"

he feels scummy "this isn't about recognition or cash this your first time is kind of important"

you roll your eyes "like morals would stop you." you palm his dick through his sweatpants

"don't be a dick" he muffles a moan through gritted teeth dick hardening in his pants

you'd been craving him for days the image of running your fingers through his blonde curls while straddling him on your bed and mumbled praises through heated make out sessions would all pop through your sleepless nights and panic attacks. The thoughts would stop you hungered for it, the silence that came with romance, a peace only Art brought even if it was for entertainment.

“come on we can do it I'll do anything for you" you whisper against his ear nipping his earlobe

'that's the issue' he cringes, he honestly couldn't say no to you, not when you're batting your lashes sinking down to your knees toying with the strings of his sweats, he can't can't look past your flushed cheeks or the I adore you gaze that never failed to turn him on

“fuck ok” he rubs his temples gripping your arms standing you back up on your feet. He held in a pained sigh as you ran towards his bed swiveling and falling back, shimming your shorts down your legs. He sets up his camcorder. He steps behind the viewfinder and angling the lens where your bodies meet, respecting your privacy.

Insecurity bubbles in your stomach as he lazily strips a tiny frown settling on his face acting like this is a chore instead of the usual way he worships you

“Come on” you huff take his hands place them on the hem of your shirt insisting he’d tug them off himself

“Ok” he scoots up on the bed hovering over you, he can see the gears whirring in your head as he stares into your eyes contemplating what to do, hoping you’d back track, shove him off or even run out of his dorm if that’s what it took to stop. Art was too much of a coward to say otherwise himself, he couldn't live with the idea of embarrassing you by saying no.

Art grips your wrists "are you sure?" He hesitates trying to find any doubts, you swallow and silently nod your body slightly shaking. He sighs sifting through his drawer pulling out a condom tearing the wrapper open with his teeth

Art pecks your cheek then your mouth nipping your bottom lip, his hands trailing under your shirt cupping your breasts lightly kneading them in his hands as he slips your top off sitting back admiring the view chuckling when your arms naturally cup them, "don't" he pries them away.

"This might be a little uncomfortable, tell me to stop if it hurts." He reaches for the camera pressing record rolling the condom down his shaft tries sinking his dick into your pussy you're wet enough but so tense

"relax" he pleads tracing circles against your hips tilting them up barely slipping his cock in you stopping when you clench your eyes shut

 it stings

"Want me to keep going?"

"Yes-" you bite back a curse

Art retreats ready to tap out until you suddenly wrap your arms around his neck, lugging him down grunting as your mouth slams painfully against his distracting him from your obvious discomfort while rubbing your clit, this isn't working 

"We can't do this.." He huffs, the situation was beyond uncomfortable and felt so forced. He shuts camera off sitting up on his haunches rubbing his eyes so hard it hurts. Art couldn't meet your gaze, guilt eating him up feeling like a pervert, like he was using you even though you wanted this he couldn't take advantage of you when you're a mess, terrible at hiding it too.

his body stills when he hears you sniffle he peers down and his stomach drops at the sight of your hands covering your face body quaking beneath him. “Hey” he caresses your cheek, tugging your hand lightly "talk to me" he asks softly blue irises scanning your features grimacing when he's met with red rimmed eyes.

You shake your head a terrible dread overcoming you, hating the way Art was scrutinizing you like you were broken, at least that's what it felt like. Tonight was supposed to be the perfect distraction everything you needed help coping with

"I'm sorry, I can be good what do you want me to do-" you blubber scooting down to his softening member slithering your trembling hand between you both searching for it between your open legs "I can give you a blow job anything"

"no" he's firm laying you back down. "I don't want a blowjob I want to make sure you're ok" he fusses sternly feeling absolutely miserable when your face crumples he sits up on the headboard resting you against his chest cupping the back of your head as you sob his steady heartbeat calming you down 

"wanna talk about it?"

"everything fucking sucks. I had a terrible day and I can't do anything right. I feel like everyone hates me god I'm so insecure" you cry he kisses your forehead arms wrapping tighter around your naked frame.

"sex won't make it better. I know I've tried" he admits staring away vacantly. It's a topic you don't pry. "I'm sorry you had a bad day, that you've been feeling bad in general." He shakes his head "You're not any of those things not even close. No one hates you"

he hauls you up by your biceps forcing you to meet his gaze pressing a kiss on your cheek "just talk to me when you feel things get hard alright." he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear 

"you're easy on the eyes too" he laughs blowing a raspberry against your cheek heart softening when you giggle

[concretejunglefm]

I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 3).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies -> playlist, part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst. Brief joke from Noah about suicide. Please take care of yourselves.

WC: 3.6k

Dividers: Silent-stories.

Upon returning to the hotel, you presume that your time together has come to an end, allowing you to finally bid farewell to Noah and the rest of the Omens. However, Sloan's unexpected bomb shatters your hope.

"You agreed to what?"

"Dinner and karaoke. I genuinely didn't think you'd mind. You've always been a karaoke fan, and what's wrong with a free dinner?"

"The issue is that he'll be there. What part of this being a girls' weekend are you missing?"

"What part of this being a chance to humiliate your ex are you missing? I'm simply setting up the opportunity for you."

Sloan understood how you felt after Noah had ghosted you. Between the heartbreak and depression, there was also the sting of humiliation. You always wished you had the chance to make him feel the same way he made you feel.

"Alright, but I won't pretend to enjoy it."

"I wouldn't expect you to."

When you bump into the guys again, you find Noah approaching with a grin stretching across his face, looking like a cat who got the cream. You can't help but feel a surge of anger and desire to slap his smug face.

"I won you a prize." he exclaims, holding out his hand to show off a packaged mood ring he won from one of the kids' arcade machines in the hotel. Despite your desire to ignore him, you can't prevent your attention drawing to him when he steps in front of you, blocking your way.

"Wow, thanks." you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Before you can stop him, he reaches out and grabs your left hand with his larger, tattooed hand. Using his other, he brings the packet of the mood ring to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth. With the ring free, he slides it onto your wedding ring finger, and your mind goes blank for a moment.

The color of the ring quickly changes from a vibrant rainbow of colors blending into one another to a solid black. 

"It's black." he comments, and you finally snap back to reality. 

Your gaze rises to meet his, and you flash him a harsh glare. "Like your heart." you retort.

Slipping the ring off, you move it onto your middle finger before flipping him off and taking a step back as Sloan calls over to you.

At dinner, you were seated next to Noah, who spent a majority of the evening occasionally fidgeted with his own ring. You swear you noticed him switching it to his left hand whenever your waiter made a flirtatious remark aimed at you.

And now, you've reached the karaoke room, where you should've anticipated Sloan's performance of Lana Del Ray's 'Young and Beautiful'. It's her signature song, so much so that she has you recording most of it for her Instagram story.

As you go to post it, Noah shuffles closer to you, peering over your shoulder. Despite your best efforts throughout the night to make it clear that you're not interested in engaging with him, he still seems to act oblivious.

"A new post for your story?" he asks over your shoulder, and you don't look up from the phone screen, rolling your eyes.

"Depends. Are you still stalking them?" 

In the months following Noah ghosting you, you tried to resume your usual life, including posting on social media. You then began noticing random spam accounts appearing in your viewers' list, despite deleting and blocking the band account and his spam accounts that you were aware of.

One night, after sharing this revelation with Sloan, she made a conscious effort to post something obvious and pointed to him for you. Initially, you felt mortified, but then you recognized the familiar spam account name—the one that had been consistently watching your stories since you blocked Noah everywhere. From that moment on, you no longer felt guilty about making every pointed post possible, always including a song that reflected your current emotions.

However, that all changed when you decided to message the account that had been non-stop watching you for nearly five months after your 'breakup', sending them a simple message: "Please stop. I don't want you in my life anymore."

The next day, the account was deleted.

You would have considered it a success until one of his close friends' names started appearing in your story viewers. You could have easily posted things to a closed list or even privatized your account, but you decided that if he had been that desperate to stalk you, then he could and you would put on a great show of proving that you had moved on, regardless of how true that actually was.

"You knew about that, did you?" He doesn't even bother to deny it, which causes a surge of irritation because no one would be okay with their ex stalking their online life.

When it's time for the guys to choose their song again, Noah steps up to select one. He's opted to sit out due to their performance tomorrow, claiming he needs to 'protect his voice' beforehand.

You roll your eyes at his excuse, but you're quickly silenced by his song choices. Each one becomes more pointed than the last, revealing the underlying narrative of his pathetic attempt at an apology.

After the first song, "Gives You Hell" by the All American Rejects, you stare off at him, daggers in your eyes. He shrugs off his choice with a cocky grin.

The second song he chooses, "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'" by Fall Out Boy, feels even more appropriate and fuck boy like from him.

Noah's face lights up with pride in his song choice, which only irritates you more. Your jaw clenches as you bite back, wanting to confront him for his obviousness.

Naturally, his friends are oblivious or indifferent to the situation. They've always seemed friendly enough and liked you when you were together, but they never got involved in your relationship drama back then. Perhaps they feel the same way now. It's better to remain blissfully ignorant than to become caught in the middle.

"You're not having any fun." Sloan whines, plopping down next to you and offering you a sip from her half-empty glass. You had already finished yours, during your annoyance with Matt and Folio's rendition of "Gives You Hell." Surprisingly, Nicholas' rendition of a Fall Out Boy song fails to improve your overall mood.

"Watching you eye fuck Jolly while singing 'Young and Beautiful' is hardly my idea of fun." You sigh, your voice devoid of any hint of bite. You genuinely enjoy listening to Sloan sing the same song repeatedly. It's her go-to choice, especially when she's caught the eye of a guy. Strangely, when she performs Lana songs, they seem to captivate her men even more.

"Well, since you're up next, you need to cheer up, and I've already chosen a song for you." She beams, and you raise an eyebrow in skepticism.

"Sloan, what on earth did you do?"

"Oh, you'll see."

When it's your turn, you step onto the designated 'stage area' of the room, taking the microphone and scanning the screen. Within seconds, the chords to Carrie Underwood's 'Before He Cheats' begin to play, and you let out a scoff. You glance over at Sloan, who has now positioned herself between Nicholas and Jolly, and shoots you a wink.

It was one of your go-to songs when you were cruising through bars back in college. The lyrics always resonated with you then, and they continue to do so now. As the song begins, you launch into your own performance, tipsy enough to feel bold and lock eyes with Noah.

Every Instagram story you've posted over the past two years has featured a song dedicated to him, but now you finally get to sing one to his face—a perfect one that calls him out on the behavior you'd been suspicious of.

The cocky signature grin he's been sporting for his past few song choices fades, and you feel a slight surge of pride for being able to do that—for making him lose that ego he's been so proudly displaying.

As the song concludes, you take your bow, giggling as you hand the microphone off to Jolly, who swiftly transitions into his own rendition of Poison's 'Talk Dirty To Me'.

"I'm heading to the bar for another drink. Anyone want one?" You ask, taking orders for everyone except Noah, who simply holds up his bottle of water.

Approaching the bar, you're greeted by the same waiter who had been trying to flirt with you earlier that evening. "What a pleasant surprise." he remarks, and your cheeks flush slightly.

"Well, perhaps I was hoping to cross paths with you again." you reply, even though you weren't entirely interested in him. However, you couldn't resist entertaining a bit of harmless flirting, especially after dealing with Noah this weekend.

"I'll be off in a few minutes. Maybe I can buy your next drink?" he offers, sliding the suggestion your way as he wipes down the bar. 

A small smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. "Okay, then." you nod before relaying the drink orders for Sloan and the guys.

Leaning against the bar, you find yourselves engaged in a playful back-and-forth flirtation, even genuinely giggling at some of his remarks. However, the moment is interrupted by an abrupt silence when you hear Noah's voice behind you.

"I was wondering about where you got to." His hand slides across the bar, his fingers barely brushing against your arm on purpose as he reaches for the drinks laid out in front of you. "I thought I'd lend a hand."

"I was happy to assist." The waiter interjects, but you remain silent, your jaw clenched, and you swear your eye twitches at the brief contact Noah makes with you a second time, as if deliberately trying to ward off the guy who had been flirting with you throughout the night.

"No need, friend." Noah responds, and you wait for the poor guy to step away with a slight dejected expression before turning to Noah with a hiss.

"What on earth was that?"

"I should be asking you that. Are you actually entertaining this random guy?"

"Random guy? I don't know, he must be better than the guys I already know." You huff, moving yourself away from him as you take Sloan and your drink, leaving the remaining ones for Noah to carry.

"What does that mean?" He calls after you, and you briefly turn your head, shooting your retort over your shoulder.

"You're smart. Figure it out yourself."

When you return to the karaoke room, you find a corner to settle into, sipping your cocktail mix while watching the last few songs of the evening unfold. Time seems to fly by, yet you can't shake the feeling of Noah's eyes on you, a notion you stubbornly refuse to acknowledge. 

Back at the hotel, Sloan is already entwining your arm and guiding you towards the bar, insistently, pouting her lips and fluttering her lashes as if she can manipulate you into folding as easy as she does any man.

"No more. I'm ready for bed." You attempt to pull yourself away, but Jolly swiftly intervenes, taking a tipsy Sloan into his embrace, promising to take her for one final drink.

As you turn away, you overhear the final words of a conversation between Nicholas and Noah, your name being mentioned, drawing your attention. "You can't keep lying to her, you know?"

Lying? What could he possibly be lying about now?

Instantly, you find yourself yearning for some fresh air, feeling a surge of anger as you impulsively charge towards them, deliberately pushing between them.

"Woah, what the—" Noah's voice catches your attention, but he quickly loses his annoyance when he realizes it's you pushing past him. He calls out to you, but you ignore his attempts, determined to create as much distance between you and him as possible.

You had a reason for choosing to hide away on the rooftop balcony pool. Besides the quieter ambiance, you enjoyed toeing the line of where the diving section of the balcony opened up to the pool below.

It was Vegas, so it wasn't entirely quiet. Amidst the bustling crowds below and the soothing hum of music emanating from the hotel, there was no opportunity for deep contemplation. Yet, you almost didn't mind the constant stimulation. If you allowed yourself to dwell on Nicholas' words, you risked losing control and spiraling back to the emotional turmoil you had endured after Noah abruptly ghosted you.

From the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of something, and your gaze is instantly met with the unwelcome sight of Noah. A sigh escapes your lips. "Noah, what are you doing up here?"

"I was searching for you, believe it or not."

"Why?"

"Because you looked upset."

"And let me guess, you felt guilty or blamed yourself? Wow, an egotist and an asshole all rolled into one."

"Are you going to keep calling me an asshole throughout our time here?"

"Depends on whether you continue to behave like one."

"Fair point." He paused, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Will you at least come back from the ledge? You're making me anxious."

"Why? Do you think I'm going to jump?" You chuckled, deliberately walking along the darkened ledge of the balcony as if balancing on a tightrope.

"No." You heard the hint of doubt in his voice.

"You're lying."

"Okay, maybe."

"So, you think that I'm suicidal now?"

"I think you'd do anything to get my attention."

You nod to yourself, mulling over Noah's words. Your mouth opens as if to laugh, and you flick your tongue against your teeth. Before you can respond, you take a step away and glance down over the edge. With a couple more steps, you cast a look over your shoulder to him. "We'll see about that."

Without warning, you charge towards the edge of the open balcony, hearing Noah call after you as you jump over the ledge. 

It feels exhilarating, your heart pounding in your chest as you plunge into the water of the pool below and you surface, you hear a splash behind you. Wiping your hand over your face, you look in the direction of the ripples and see Noah resurface beside you.

He had jumped in after you.

"Did you—" He briefly chokes on a mouthful of water, spitting it out as he treads water in the same way you are, keeping himself close to you. "Did you know this was here?"

"Guilty." You shrug, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

You had come up for some air and when you saw the pool below, you couldn't resist the temptation to dive in. It had been Noah who had interrupted your original plan, accusing you of trying to hurt yourself or get his attention.

"Wow. You're an asshole." He remarks, shaking his wet hair and pushing it back with his tattooed hand.

"Are you really that surprised?"

"No."

There's a brief pause before he speaks again, his voice softer with his confession; "I missed you."

"Ever heard of a phone?" You quip back without a moment's hesitation or time to ponder the meaning of his words.

"You blocked me."

You pause, wondering how he knew. Unless he had simply assumed. Or did that mean he had tried to reach out to you?

"Well, it's what you deserved."

"You're right."

That surprises you even more than the idea that he had tried to contact you. Noah had never said that you were right, about anything. In fact, most of your fights had stemmed from the fact that he was always so adamant against agreeing with you.

"Well, I can't say that I missed you." You're partially lying, but you hope he won't notice.

"I didn't expect you to."

"Well, good, because I didn't."

For a moment, everything between you falls silent. Your bodies inch closer as you continue to tread water in the deeper end of the pool. Your legs barely brush against each other, and you feel the gentle touch of his hand against your arm beneath the water. Then, you catch his gaze lingering a bit too long on you, flickering between your eyes and your lips. You don't need to ask what he's thinking; you already know.

"Don't even think about kissing me."

You burst the bubble which had been created around you both, delighting in popping it and watching as his expression shift from soft contemplation to sudden flustering.

"I-I wasn't."

"Good. Don't." You shorten your words and start swimming towards the pool's edge, pulling yourself out. 

Your dress is soaked through and clinging to your skin. It had been a good plan until now, but the effects of the alcohol are wearing off, and you wonder if Noah's decision to jump in after you, assuming you were attempting something more dangerous, held any genuine meaning. Perhaps he did still care?

For a fleeting moment, you glance back at him as he attempts to climb out and turning to face him, you take a step closer, your foot poised to press down on his hand, halting his movements.

When your eyes meet his, he looks up at you with a soft expression, his dark brown eyes wide as they focus on you. "What did Nick mean earlier when he said you had to stop lying? Lying about what?" You hold his gaze, your foot pressing down gently against his fingers.

"Oh, nothing, just—ow." His voice breaks as you apply more pressure, deliberately pressing down on his fingers.

"Try again."

"Okay. Damn. To myself. He wants me to stop lying to myself."

"About what?"

"About you. About wanting to apologize."

You step back, releasing his hand from beneath your foot as you absorb his words. "Then do it. Get on your knees and say that you're sorry." You say it with a sense of confidence, despite his scoff at your request, but you remain steadfast, your gaze narrowing at his still wide brown eyes.

Instead of refusing, he climbs out of the pool and kneels at the edge, taking a near-pathetic wet dog stance in front of you.

"I'm sorry." he begins, clearing his throat before continuing, hearing a clear plea in his tone. "I'm truly sorry. For what I did. I shouldn't have…" His voice trails off, and for a moment, his gaze flickers away, almost as if he's ashamed. 

Good. He should be.

It shouldn't be satisfying to see him in this vulnerable state, but you never imagined you'd have the infamous Noah Sebastian begging for your forgiveness. 

"I should've apologized then. And all the millions of times I was watching your instagram. I wanted to, I did. I've been wanting to. I wanted to reach out and apologize the moment I knew you were coming."

Suddenly your brain latches onto those few words; since I knew you were coming. How did he know? Not even you knew, not until the other week. It was a last minute trip, one planned by—Sloan.

"Get up." You interrupt his ramble and you watch as he struggles to process the instruction as if he doesn't know whether you've accepted his attempt at an apology or not.

When he stands, he nods, shaking his limbs and himself off like he's an overgrown wet greyhound. "Yeah, let's head back inside."

You start to walk ahead of him, pulling yourself out from his reach when you catch his hand coming behind you in your periphery. You haven't responded to his apology and won't be giving him the satisfaction of even the slightest touch.

"What on earth happened to you two?!" Sloan, who had been flirting with Jolly earlier, is now walking away from cozying up to Nicholas. You narrow your eyes at her.

"Someone fell into the pool." Noah answers, and your gaze shifts to him. You fix him with the same disgruntled expression.

"I'm going to bed." you dismiss yourself, walking away as Sloan reaches for you, grasping your arm as she hurries to catch up.

"Did you really fall in the pool?" she asks, her brow raised in curiosity.

"Yes." you reply through gritted teeth.

"All that to get a man to dive in after you. I know you said he's an asshole, but—"

You come to a stop, pulling your arm from her grasp and turning to face her. "But what, Sloan? Should I give him another chance?"

Her mouth opens to speak, but no words come out, and her eyes widen in realization.

"Because I'm starting to think these strange coincidences aren't just that. Not to mention the way you've been flirting with Jolly and now Nicholas."

A brief flash of guilt crosses her face, and everything begins to make sense. Noah and his band may have had a concert in Vegas this weekend, but your run-ins with him had been anything but coincidental, as you had suspected.

"So much for you mocking me for being hung up on a guy for the past two years, huh? You're such a great friend, Sloan. So great." You turn to walk away, but she stops you.

"I thought—"

"You thought what, huh?"

"That seeing him would finally give you the closure you've been seeking. That maybe one last time being together would remind you that he's not worth your time."

"Yeah, I've come to realize that". You nod, taking a deep breath as you ponder Sloan's words. "I've also come to understand that my friend is more manipulative than I could have ever imagined, considering I never would have expected you to throw my heart back into the ring with him." Your voice cracks, but you manage to utter your words before pushing past her and finally walking away.

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