#GIVE HIM TO ME...... and WHO AM I TO SAY NO TO HIM...

[asiatic-apple]

hallo!

Smut # 14 - Caleb - Fem! Reader cus college AU caleb lives rent free in my college self

Thank you for the request! This is my first time writing with non-MC!reader in mind bc she’s implied to be studying the same thing as caleb and is presumably in the same class as him. I hope that’s alright with you!

Private lessons

Caleb x female reader (non-MC)

Words: 1.5k

Prompt: library sex for those dark academia vibes

Content: y’all are trespassing loll but it’s not serious, public sex but no one is around to see it, possessiveness, blink-and-you-miss-it competency kink for caleb, use of “baby” as a pet name, also “my smart girl” and “good girl”, creampie

You’re not even supposed to be here. Technically, the campus library closed over an hour ago. But Caleb knows how to disable the magnetic lock on the side entrance with a flick of his wrist and a muttered ‘they really need better security’.

You’d only meant to study for the upcoming exam. Instead, you’re straddling him in the farthest corner of the engineering section, surrounded by old textbooks and barely lit by a dim red hue from the emergency exit signs.

“You were the one who said no distractions tonight,” you whisper, breath catching as he shifts beneath you. “What happened to focus?”

He smirks against your neck. “I am focused.”

His hands roam up under your shirt, callused fingertips trailing over the curve of your spine like he’s tracing the aircraft schematics from your textbooks. You shiver, more from anticipation than the chill as he hikes your shirt farther up your torso.

“It’s your fault,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “You kept leaning over the table like that. Kept looking at me like you wanted to be taught a different lesson.”

You gasp as he ruts up against you, his erection thick and insistent beneath his pants. Your body jolts, accidentally bumping into the desk behind you and spilling the stack of thermodynamics printouts he’d tossed aside earlier. It’s a reminder of what you came here for in the first place.

“We’re supposed to be reviewing launch vectors,” you whine, even as you rock against him. Your mind screams that you should continue studying, lest you fail this stupid exam and have to take this class all over again. But your body could give less of a shit about the exam.

“I’m calculating a new trajectory,” Caleb replies, almost smug.

You breathe a soft laugh that turns to a moan as he cups your pussy through your shorts. His thumb rubs over the growing wet patch you leave behind, and you choke on a gasp. The sound makes him infinitely more impatient. He wastes no time shoving his hand beneath your pants and panties, running two thick fingers through your slick.

His touch is purposeful, the way he is with everything: steady, assured, thorough. Caleb is the kind of student professors love. All innocent smiles and endless charm while he uses his intelligence to impress them. But he’s also the kind of man who knows exactly how to pull a whimper from your throat without even trying—and carefully cataloging every time you shudder beneath him.

“You’re soaked,” he groans, more awestruck than teasing.

“And you’re still fully dressed,” you bite back.

That seems to spur him into action.

Caleb’s other arm tightens around your body, lifting you with him as he stands abruptly. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor before he plops you down on the messy table. There are so many books, papers, pens, and notebooks scattered around you.

But in one fluid, determined motion, he reaches behind you—with the hand not still buried in your pants—to sweep his arm across the table. Everything crashes to the floor in a messy avalanche, and the abruptness of it makes your pussy ache with even more arousal.

You barely have time to gasp before his fingers dip inside you, wanting a quick feel of how you clench around him so eagerly.

“Caleb–” you start to say, glancing at the mess of all your textbooks and notetaking supplies.

“I’ll clean it up later,” he mutters, not even sparing a glance at the chaos on the floor. His eyes are only on you.

Everything happens so quickly. His fingers slip out of your greedy cunt all too fast, but he immediately tugs your pants down your legs in the promise of filling you with something much better. Once you’re finally bared to him, he looms closer, slotting his wide body between your thighs.

His chest heaves, like he’s torn between savoring this and devouring you like you’ll disappear if he hesitates for even a second.

It seems he decides on the latter for tonight.

Caleb hurriedly unzips his pants, only pulling the waistband down enough to free his cock, and you salivate at the familiar sight of him. You want to touch, want to taste…But he shakes his head when you reach out for him. He taps your thighs, wordlessly asking you to spread them wider so he can nudge the head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

And when you tilt your hips and whimper for him, he doesn’t make you wait any longer. He pushes into you with one slow drag, stretching you open until your hands are scrabbling behind you for something—anything—to hold on to.

You’ll never get used to this feeling. The way he fills you perfectly, like your body was created to be wrapped snugly around his.

“Shit,” he groans, hands bracing the table on either side of your thighs. “That’s it, baby…take me deeper. Fuck—you can do it. Such a good study buddy for me, yeah?” His lips twitch with a smile, but through his teasing, he still manages to press a gentle kiss to your tensed jaw.

You clutch at the edge of the table for balance as he starts to thrust, his pace initially slow and controlled despite how frenzied he seemed before. Your whole body is shaking from the effort of staying quiet. Every time he slides in just right, you sob his name a bit louder. And it just spurs him on, makes him fuck you harder, determined to pull more moans from your lips.

The thrill of the risk, the setting, the way you’re surrounded by knowledge while your brain turns to mush—it all makes it even harder not to cry out. It feels wrong to be so loud in a library that’s usually only filled with hushed whispers. But no one is here to witness your debauchery. Only Caleb hears the downright pornographic sounds you’re making. And he seems to be enjoying every second.

That smug glint in his eyes makes something within you bubble to the surface—something annoyed and frustrated that he can work you up this easily. “You better hope I don’t fail the exam tomorrow,” you growl as you claw at his shirt and run your fingers up his abs. 

“You won’t,” he says a bit too confidently. “I’ve studied with you the whole semester. I’ve taught you everything you need to know.”

His words are both possessive and full of awe in your abilities. And his thumb rubs gentle circles along your clit as he says the last part—as if he’s implying he taught you more than just the drag and thrust involved in aerodynamics.

He’s your proud mentor. And you’ll never need a different tutor while he’s around, he’s made sure of that.

“You’ll ace the test,” he coos, “because you’re my smart girl, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks burn, and you hide your face in Caleb’s neck as he pounds you even harder now. You're so achingly close to coming with the way he touches your clit, but he stops for a second to pull your face back and grip your chin just tight enough to keep your dazed eyes on him.

“Say it, baby,” he demands breathlessly, words hitching with each deep thrust of his hips. “Say you're gonna ace the test.”

You barely know what you're promising as it spills out, fueled entirely by your need to come. “Yes, I'll ace it—ah—I promise!”

You clench around him, and he shudders, forehead dropping to your shoulder and pressing lazy kisses between thrusts. “Good girl,” he pants. You can feel his stupidly sexy smile against your neck, and it only turns you on more. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

Barely a breath later and you’re unraveling beneath him, your whole body convulsing with the force of your climax. Caleb bites back a curse, grinding into you as you clench around him and milk his cock for every drop of cum spilling inside in slow, pulsing waves.

When he eventually pulls out, you gasp at the mess it makes on the table beneath you. You know you should be embarrassed by what the two of you did here, but you’re still too blissed out to care too much.

For a long moment, the only sound in the empty library is the echo of your combined heavy breathing and the distant hum of the building’s power systems.

You’re still catching your breath when Caleb litters soft kisses along your cheeks and the corner of your grinning lips. “So…still want to quiz me on launch vectors?”

You snort, slapping his chest in playful annoyance. “Only if you plan on using it to get us out of trouble when campus security finds us.”

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[tamiveldura]

My vase of flowers is "fish in an open bucket" and I learned it from my mother. Papa might get irritated about someone driving slowly and my mother would say "what if they have a fish in an open bucket. They can't spill the fish"

And A: I always thought that was absurd, no one is going to drive around a fish in an open bucket, where did this idea even come from and

B: it was just something that stuck in my brain so I heard my mother in my head when I started driving and found myself getting irritated about someone driving 30 on the on ramp to the 15 are you serious right now you are going to kill us all

Fish. Open bucket.

Fast forward many years, I am years past a relationship from which I inherited a beautiful red and black Tiger Oscar, who, to my dismay, was rapidly outgrowing his tank and becoming A Problem. I didn't have the equipment to handle this amazing creature and if I didn't do something about it, I was going to kill him from negligence.

I had no way to move this fish. I couldn't carry his tank empty, let alone full. He was the length of my forearm. He couldn't go in a bag, I didn't HAVE a bag.

But I did have a bucket.

And a stick shift car.

And a fish store 3 minutes down the road willing to take a fish sight unseen, I must have sounded desperate.

I dumped that fish into his bucket, I filled it 2/3s to give him enough volume to float......

And I drove that fish in an open bucket on the smoothest, slowest, ride he ever took. I glided down the road. That bucket didn't even drip.

I delivered him safely to the fish store, who took him with some surprise (at his size? His bucket? Who knows).

When I get irritated about slow people in front of me I hear my mother suggesting they have a fish in an open bucket and, you know what Mom, that's not as unreasonable as I thought.

i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing

[sloaneispunk]

"peach"

vampire!remmick x vamipre!reader

summary: you were the one who turned remmick and after that, he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. he craved and yearned for your attention, always.

the first few nights, you were simply testing boundaries. you took note when remmick left the house and when he came back, what his schedule was like.

luckily for you, he always returned home by the break of sunset.

remmick lived alone. no wife, no kids. absolutely perfect.

you never spent as much time stalking and watching your prey as much as you did to remmick but he was special. your paths had crossed when you bumped into him whilst fleeing his town after feeding. when your eyes met, you felt a surge of electricity run through your body.

you knew you had to have him.

that night, you carefully creeped onto his porch, sucking in a breath before knocking on the door three times.

within seconds, the door flung open, revealing him in only his towel tied loosely around his waist. your eyes wandered on their own. from his perfect carved chest, to his muscular arms that leaned against the doorway.

“what’s a pretty thing like you wandering late all alone?” remmick questioned, eyes scanning your surroundings in search of others.

“i’m terribly sorry, mister. but i seem to be lost.” you lied, giving him your best act.

“lost? where ya tryna get to, peach?”

“i-i’m not sure either, you see i was supposed to meet a friend of mine but, hell, i can’t seem to find my way.” you let out a defeated laugh.

he was charmed.

a beautiful woman on his front porch asking for directions, was he dreaming?

“what’s your name, sugar?”

“i’m y/n, mister…?”

“remmick. we can drop the formalities, no need for them now do we?” he chuckled as you smiled.

“i guess not… say, remmick? d’ya mind if i come in? it’s pretty chilly out here and to be honest i’m terrified standing alone outside.”

he hesitated.

“i won’t be long.” you tried to convince him.

with one last look of the meadows, he nodded. “c’mon in, sweetheart. let’s get ya warmed up.”

bingo.

as soon as you stepped into his home, you breathed in the atmosphere. you almost felt sorry for the devious ruse you used on his kind soul.

“you thirsty? can i get you something to drink?” you heard him call out as he walked into the kitchen.

he heard no response.

“y/n?”

still no response.

remmick placed the cup down, scurrying back into the living room, worried that something had happened to you. instead, he found you leaning over his fireplace, way too close for comfort as you hummed to yourself.

“you alright? i tried callin’ for ya but-”

“shh…” you cut him off, finger brought to your lips. “…c’mere.”

he was struck with confusion but he complied anyway.

it was so silent, the air was thick, the only thing that filled the silence was the fire crackling and the creak of the floorboards as he made his way to you.

“are you happy, remmick?” you asked him, now face to face.

“what do you mean?”

“i said, are you happy? and don’t lie to me, remmick. i can tell if you are.” you frowned, faking a pout.

he noticed how your whole demeanour had changed. what was once a scared and timid girl standing on his porch seeking refuge now confident and cocky in his living room.

but he wasn’t scared…he was intrigued.

“y-yes.”

you took a step closer, your breath fanning his face.

“bad boy. what did i say about lying?”

he gulped.

“would you like to be happy?”

“already am right now with you in front of me.”

unbelievable.

remmick was the first person that you’ve met that wasn’t on the verge of pissing their pants when you approached them. it was fascinating.

“d’ya mind if i show you something?” you asked again.

“don’t mind at all, ma’am.”

you grinned, taking a step back, you shut your eyes. there was a moment of silence. when you reopened them, they were glowing orange. the grin you had had become devilish as your fangs showed.

you heard an audible gasp from him, but he still wasn’t backing away.

“what are you?” he asked, his tone laced with fascination.

you cocked your head to the side. “you’re not scared?”

then, remmick dropped to his knees. “i think you’re the most enchanting thing ever, peach.”

your hands found their way to his face, gently stroking his cheeks as he leaned into your touch.

“would you like to be one?”

“yes.” there was no uncertainty.

that was all the consent you needed from him. you leaned down, your mouth going to the flesh of his neck, pausing for a moment before you sunk your teeth into him.

he let out a wince but kept still, letting you feed off of him as much as you wanted.

“so sweet.” you cooed, licking his wound when you were finished. placing a kiss on his cheek, you stooped down to his level. “now you’re one of us.”

ever since that night, remmick has been crazy over you. he was like a puppy following it’s owner around everywhere they went, he was head over heels.

it was always- “whatd’ya need, sugar?” or “where you going, peach?”

you couldn’t lie, you loved it.

but when there was news of a new place opening up one evening, oh, you wanted it bad.

rumour had it that a pair of twins had opened a ‘jukebox’ and there was gonna be plenty of people to feed on.

remmick wanted to accompany you and the other vampires to the joint but you wouldn’t allow it. afterall, these brother’s weren’t to be messed around with.

“for the last time, remmick. no means no.” you told him off sternly, but he kept persisting.

“c’mon peach, i don’t wanna miss out on the fun.” he whined, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“rem-”

“y’know i’ll do anythin’ ya want. just say the words and i’ll get it done for you, sugar.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at the man. god, he was gonna kill you one day.

“are you gonna get them to let you in with your charm?” you teased.

“that’s all you, baby. i got another way in.”

remmick gathered a pair of vampires with him, they carried instruments as you stood close by, waiting by your car as you watched them approach the door.

from where you were, you couldn’t make out much of the conversation. but you stifled a laugh when the trio started to sing a song, trying to convince the people to let them pass the threshold of the joint.

but it didn’t seem to work as remmick jogged back to you with no invite.

“aw, what happened?” you purred as he slung his arm over you, letting out a sigh.

“they wouldn’t buy it.”

you laughed, throwing your head back as remmick admired.

“follow me. watch and learn, baby.”

you brought him and the couple to the side of the road, waiting patiently for mary.

“howd’ya know she’ll be comin?” he asked.

“trust me, she will.”

just in time, a woman dressed in a white silk dress came stumbling in your direction.

“what are you doing here?” you called out, playing dumb.

“oh, nothing. i just came out to see if you were nice folks is all.” she replied, giving you a smile.

“well, i don’t know if you would consider us nice, but i do have somethin’ for ya.”

“oh yea? what is it?”

mary slumped onto the empty space next to you, her face on her palms as she watched intensely.

you picked up a small banjo from the ground and started to play an old folk song- ‘will ye go lassie go’, singing along as not only mary watched, remmick too.

and gosh, he was in awe.

somehow you knew that this song was the key to breaking mary. the more you sang, the more she could feel herself slipping. it was like a sailor being lured by sirens.

as the song came to its end, mary gave you a soft applause.

“so was the performace worth an invite in?” you half-jokingly asked.

“i can’t give you no promises, but i can surely try.” she replied, dusting herself off as she stood up, leading you back to the party.

you and remmick followed not too far behind her, carefully calculating your next steps.

“oh, hey, uh i think you forgot something.” you said, causing her to turn around.

but as she did, you lunged forward, biting into her neck with no mercy as blood began to spill out.

a few seconds later, you stepped back, turning to remmick to see the astonished look on his face.

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, leaning off the excess blood around your lips.

remmick was lost for words. he was overwhelmed was love and admiration for the woman that stood before him.

no matter how fucked up the whole situation was, he was infatuated with every single thing that you did.

“c’mon, we have a party to crash.” you giggled, taking his hand.

he was in for a long night.

[r66dusthewriter]

The forbidden fruit

Pairing: Simon Riley x fem!reader

Masterlist | Who am i? | REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

a/n: I had to close my legs while writing this.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Little to no plot. Explicit sexual content (18+), voyeuristic themes, masked man, dry humping, (sort of?) paid sex, strip club setting.

Word count: 1.3k

You’d been a night dancer for four years, moving from uneasy to owning it, with a found family of women nearly as close as sisters. The job paid well, the security was tight and after a while, you realized you liked the power, the control of where eyes landed, who got close and when. With that power in mind, you chose to only dance and maybe talk. Ironically, that restraint, that refusal to be available on demand, only made you more desirable. 

For the last six months, everything about your nightly stage felt different because of him.

He always sat at the back and the same table. Massive, masked and imposing, the kind of man who drew stares even in a club built for spectacle. He never drank, never accepted a dance or even a chat then. 

But two months in, after seeing a creepy customer cross a line with you, he stepped in with just enough force to make the message clear. From that moment on, everyone started calling him “your guy” and he acted like it, tipping hundreds just to sit there two hours and say nothing at all to anyone but you.

“Y/n… your guy’s back,” Ani grinned as she strolled into the changing room, her voice sing-song with mischief. Around her, a chorus of teasing sighs and shoulder shimmies erupted from the other girls. You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile.

“He’s not my guy.”

“Oh, but he is,” Ani shot back, stepping closer with a raised brow. “He doesn’t pay for a single service, won’t even take a drink! Just sits at your stage like some brooding statue. Won’t look at anyone, won’t talk to anyone except you.”

She leaned in, voice dropping playfully. “Right now, he’s out there looking like a lost puppy because you’re not on yet.”

Laughter rippled through the room as a few of the girls chimed in their agreement.

“That’s your guy,” Ani said, winking.

You shook your head, brushing the last bit of powder from your face and rising from the makeup chair. You couldn’t suppress the warmth curling in your chest, though you kept your tone neutral. 

“Same table?”

“Same table,” she confirmed, still smiling.

When you arrived, he offered quietly and for the first time ever, a seat beside him. His raspy voice and thick accent sent a shiver up your spine.

“Nice to see you again,” he simply said.

You flirted, you bantered and let the tease slip into your eyes but every time another customer tried to pull you away, you saw the way his gloved hands tensed on his thighs and how his shoulders squared. And when you stood up to go chat with another client, he dropped five grand onto the table, flat and easy. “What does that get me?”

You arched your brow, heat coiling in your belly. “What do you want?”

His eyes glittered behind the skull mask. “To talk.”

Except the game changed when you suggested the massage room. Inside, he stripped off his shirt and your breath caught. His body was scarred yet beautiful with tattooed muscle on pale skin even under harsh light. You took a deep breath and let your hands roam, learning every inch as you straddled his lap.

You massaged his chest with slow, lazy circles, feeling his heartbeat thumping strong under your palms. His gaze burned into you, unmoving.

“I don’t usually do this,” you whispered, voice shaky, suggesting to get one of your coworkers to give him a proper massage.

“It’s good,” he rumbled, voice thick with want.

You grew bolder then. His hands found your thighs, strong and warm on your skin, thumbs pressing just enough to make you gasp and accommodate over him. That’s when you felt his cock, hard and hot under you, causing a sharp ache to throb between your legs, making it hard to ignore how you’d been starved and untouched for so long it almost hurt.

His fingers tightened, pupils blown out as he met your eyes. “Want to get off?” he asked, low and serious.

You shook your head, breath trembling, but not with fear.

His gaze lowered to your parted lips, ears straining to hear how you softly sighed. “Or move?”

Your hips answered for you. Slowly at first, you rolled against him, feeling every contour of him through your thin panties and his jeans. Even like this you could tell his cock was hard, thick and impossibly big. The friction quickly sent a bolt of pleasure straight through you, causing you to tilt your head back and moan aloud.

He groaned at the sight, a raw and needy sound while his hands gripped your ass under your ridden up dress, guiding your movements. It was obscene, the slide of your slick center over his clothed cock, the drag of denim against silk and the unmoving eye contact, all while every grinding thrust sent waves of heat through you.

The air soon filled with desperate sounds, your soft whimpers and sighs mixed with his deep grunts and the harsh rasp of his breath behind the mask. You pressed closer, grinding down harder and his cock twitched against you, leaking through his jeans and making a delicious wet spot that matched your own. 

Your hands rested on his firm, toned abdomen, the heat of his skin grounding you as you moved. You took your time, savoring the moment, every rise and fall of your hips a slow climb, every subtle shift drawing you closer to the edge. His muscles tensed beneath your palms, each breath he took syncing with yours, heavy and hungry. You rocked against him with growing urgency, letting the minutes stretch, letting the pleasure build until your body trembled with the promise of release.

He tilted his hips up to meet your rhythm, his grip strong but worshipful. You could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your panties with every pass.

“Fuck—” he growled.

“Uhhh!—” You moaned, walls contracting around nothing. Being an absolute slut for vocal men didn’t help your case, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Sparks shot through your core, pleasure mounting higher and higher while your clit ground perfectly against the ridge of his cock. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Let go,” he ordered roughly. “Want to watch you come for me.”

Your orgasm hit hard, knees shaking and body shuddering while a strangled moan tore from your throat as you ground down and rode the wave out on his lap. You felt yourself gush even more, soaking him and your panties, the heat between your bodies almost unbearable.

He cursed again, grabbing your hips and rocking you harder against him, forcing you to match the pace burning in his blood. His cock throbbed against your soaked panties as he did, keeping a sinful rhythm until he went rigid under you. With a deep, muffled groan, he came hard. His body tensed beneath you, cock straining as his orgasm surged through him. The heat of it soaked his jeans, messy and uncontrolled but he didn’t care. His head fell back with a heavy exhale, fingers still gripping your hips like he couldn’t quite let go, like he didn’t want to.

You slumped down against his massive chest, catching your breath while his hands stayed on you, fingers denting your flesh.

For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breaths and the steady thump of his heart against your cheek. You’d never been this undone without a single piece of clothing truly removed, never felt so wanted or so fucking satisfied.

“Simon,” he panted, the name falling from his lips like a confession, knowing you’d never ask due to the rules of the club.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you murmured against his skin, voice threaded with something dangerously close to comfort.

“Likewise.”

If anyone had heard the sounds coming from behind that closed door, they’d know whose girl you really were now.

[cherbii]

warnings: sexual acts, cockwarming, fingering, oral (F), titty worship. mdni

note: this one’s a little weird and is purely crack but I had a vision 🌝

you refuse to put a label on what you and your bestfriend!SatoruGojo have, other than, well, being best friends.

And while you tell Shoko what you and Gojo did, she gives you such a look, and scoffs because being best friends means anything but having Gojo finger you in his car after you had a stressful class and need to get rid of some tension.

But he is just your best friend! He one time texted you asking what you were up to, and you sent him a text saying you were trying to shave because you had a hot date, but couldn’t get all the hairs down there.

Gojo was on his feet the next second, sprinting to your house before bursting through the door and eventually finding you bent over in the bathroom, a hand mirror between your feet so you could see what you couldn’t before. You didn’t even bat an eye at the fact you were bare waist down in front of your bestest friend.

“Aw, poor baby,” Gojo snickered, stomping over and snatching the razor from your grasp. “I’ll help you get that pretty pussy to be smooth.”

“Okay, but I swear to god, Satoru. Do not cut my flaps.” You chided, and Gojo just giggled before forcing you to sit up onto the sink and spread your legs.

Gojo concentrated as he shaved all the hair off. And it was going smoothly (literally) until you felt the blade nick your skin, just at the top of your mound, on the part that you’d already shaved.

“Gojo! What the hell?” You gasped, staring at the tiny dots of red pebbling against your skin.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just going over to make sure every hair was gone,” Gojo freaked, and tossed the razor aside.

“Now how am I going to get it on if my vagina is bleeding?!”

“Well, I mean, doesn’t it do that already?” Gojo hums, before sweat-dropping at the mean look you gave him. “Sorry! I’ll fix it!”

And before you could ask how, he already dropped to his knees, his tongue sticking out and—oh. You gasped, from shock, slight bit of pain, and pleasure as he kissed away the blood.

“S-Satoru, you’re gonna make me a mess before my date.” You whined, fingers tangling in his frosty hair as his tongue moved to circle youe clit.

“I’m better than any date.” He told you from between your legs, eating you out until you came all over his face.

Best friends also get high together, and what that means with Gojo is, you sitting perched up on his lap, the white ribbons of smoke between the two of you, your one hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the other holding the burning blunt.

And what’s Gojo doing? Well his hands are tucked under your shirt, kneading your tits and tugging at your nipples, his mouth eventually follows suit, sucking at your nipples, watching them get saturated in colour. And his cock deep in your cunt, you keeping it nice and warm.

“Y’tits would look so hot pierced.” He mumbled against your skin, sinking his teeth into your skin earning a moan from you.

“But then you wouldn’t like sucking them.” You told him, holding the blunt to his lips for him to take a draw before bringing it back to yours

“Yeah I would. I love the taste of pennies.” He grinned, and for the hell of it, he ground his hips up, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix.

Shoko isn’t the only one who thinks your dynamic blurs lines. Geto who stands in Gojo’s room, watching the male sort through his sock drawer and seeing three pairs of bras.

“Didn’t know you were into cross-dressing.” Geto comments.

“Ha-ha, very funny. But they’re actually (Y/n)’s, for when she comes over. And you’d see, my dearest Suguru, I have a lot more of her stuff, so she wouldn’t have to carry a big bag for when she comes over.” Gojo points out.

It’s then that Geto takes a sweep of the room with his eyes. A bottle of your perfume sits on his vanity, along with a sparkly hairbrush, and a small makeup bag. There’s a pair of your shoes in the corner of the room. You’ve also got a whole closet space dedicated to you.

Geto scoffs. “I have no idea why you two don’t date yet. You two fuck almost every other day, you hangout in ways that are classified as dates. And for goodness sake, you have her birthdate tattooed on your ribs.”

“Uh yeah, close to my heart because she’s my bestest female friend that I live, laugh, love, you’re my main bro don’t worry, it’s not a competition!”

“Best friends….yeah, right.” Geto comments as he eyes the love bites on Gojo’s neck.

But that is really what you were! Best friends!!

[gothamite-rambler]

Talia walked over to Jason, who was playing with toddler Damian. Damian was happily stacking blocks into a perfectly symmetrical tower while Jason built with Legos nearby.

Talia (worried): You told him?

Jason (frustrated, but keeping his voice steady): For the hundredth time this year, I haven’t told him!

Talia: Alright good, and you haven't told any of his “sons” either?

She added quotes around sons, as she saw Damian as his only true heir. Jason rolled his eyes. Damian continued stacking blocks silently.

Jason (annoyed): No. Don’t put quotes around “sons.” He actually likes those idiots.

Talia: So you say, but when he finds out about our son, that’s when he’ll rid himself of those stupid, insignificant Robins. Every last one of them was weak, pathetic—

Jason coughed, glaring at the woman to remind Talia that he was also a Robin. She rolled her eyes, shifting her hip to the side.

Talia: You obviously aren’t included when I criticize them. Anyway, I’m glad you’re being smart and keeping his little brother a secret. I’m working on how to tell B. Damian is still a baby, which gives us plenty of time.

Jason (disbelieving): Talia... He’s three.

Talia: No, he’s at least one.

Jason glanced at the obviously growing toddler and picked him up by his hips to lift him closer for Talia to see.

Jason (bouncing Damian for emphasis): He’s three. We met him three years ago when he was a baby. His birthday was three months ago!

Damian (repeating): Three!

Jason: He’s been learning new words.

Talia: Oh... I thought he was just an intelligent baby. Well, he is, since he shares my genes. Took him a while to speak, is that normal?

Jason: I’m not sure, but thankfully he hasn’t been fully corrupted by you and your father. He’s cute and bouncy too.

Jason held Damian up and gently bounced him, making the toddler rattle to play along.

Jason: One more time, are you sure he’s—

Talia (interrupting): For the thousandth time, he’s my baby that I gave birth to! I pay you to babysit, not question the DNA of my star.

Jason: Are you going to kill me if I don’t stop?

Talia (glaring at Jason): ...You know the answer.

Jason: You won't, that's what I thought. Anyway, I’m going to spend time with my baby brother. I don’t need your negative influence around him.

Talia: Himar ghabi. You’re lucky he likes you, and I tolerate you. Just don’t fill his head with lies about me.

Talia left, closing the door to the playroom behind her. Jason set Damian down on the floor, sighing exhaustedly.

Jason: How am I the positive influence on this kid?

Damian (patting his brother’s leg eagerly): Ah, ah!

Jason: What is— Oh, you made this tower?

Damian nodded proudly, showing off a neatly built house made from the same colored blocks. The little toddler grinned at his handiwork.

Damian: Nice?

Jason: Nice job, kid. Here’s a Starburst.

He pulled a couple of fruit chew candies from his pocket, unwrapped an orange one, and handed it to Damian. The toddler happily chewed the candy. While Damian enjoyed the candy, Jason jotted some notes in his journal.

Jason (internally): Three years old and Bruce has no idea he exists. I’m getting paid to take care of him, and he’s a cute little brat. Talia continues to frustrate me, but this kid makes it all worth it. She’ll probably tell Bruce when Damian starts elementary school, and if she doesn’t, I will — I don’t trust either of them to be good teachers.

Damian (holding a Dr. Seuss book): Read, please.

Jason (smiling as he took the book): “The Cat in the Hat”, good choice. Take a seat.

Damian plopped down on the ground, although he couldn't grasp the book’s absurdity, he enjoyed listening to Jason read them.

Arabic words used:

Himar ghabi - Stupid donkey.

[jess-emurphy]

Am I dramatic in saying that this is single-handly the worst writing decision in the whole show?

I'm sorry but doesn't it feel a little in poor taste when the actor talks about his real life friends who have served and how he used them for inspiration for the character and the character is just...a fucking liar? Like what do you mean Dae-ho grew his hair out after the marines? He never went! What fucking information did they give Kang Ha-neul to make him say that???

Kang Ha-neul acted his fucking ass off but oh my God...who the fuck thought it'd be a good idea to write a character that could easily be mistaken for a PTSD survivor and do this? Like wow. You really set everything back by a couple decades huh.

Like, you truly had the building blocks of good commentary here on how people with PTSD can be affected by capitalism and the stigma around it.

I'm honestly flabbergasted. how you do even turn Dae-ho into an antagonist that's actually crazy??? Listen I'll keep watching but, the shows kinda tainted for me? Kills off two of the best characters and turns Gi-hun into THAT and expects me to still give a fuck. Crazy actually.

I can see why Kang Ha-neul did zero promotion for season 3 and also even admitted he forgets he even filmed it the way they disserviced him.

Dae-ho you deserved better. Gi-hun, I'm sorry for how they destroyed your entire character. Season 1 and season 2 Gi-hun would not have done that.

And listen, I knew Dae-ho was going to die that was very fucking obvious but this is such a pathetic way to write his character.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Marry Me

➾In Which: Meeting your boyfriend for one last date to break the news — well, let's just say you should have sent a text instead and ran for the hills.

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

"Your efforts have been cute but I'm tired of it. Time to face reality."

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, dead dove 🪦

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: DARK FICTION. DARK DARK. DEAD DOVE FFR. 403 possessive yandere, 414 punishment, home invasion, kissing and non-con kissing, toxic relationship, extreme controlling behavior, reader described as shorter than yunho, alcohol but not enough to even be tipsy, if i can't have you no one can ahhh yunho, forced legal marriage, insults towards reader: unsubstantiated slut shaming + cheating accusations, violence towards reader: manhandling + slapping + yelling + threatening with a knife + implied baby trapping and nc (i am so very sorry but yunho is the worst yandere in ateez, i fully believe it). pet names: love, doll, sweetheart. semi-abrupt ending cause i couldn't make myself go that far

"You think I'm finished? Oh, that's cute... Your punishment hasn't even started yet."

➯a/n: anon who requested this woke something dormant up in my brain about yandere yunho 😵‍💫 i think he's the yandere i MIGHT start writing noncon with IF i ever decide to because i legit can't see it going any other way until reader has INSANE stockholm worse than hwa's baby... mans is fucking CRAZY and SCARY and i luv him

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18+. MINORS HIT THE ROAD.

─..★.─────

"Hey, doll," Yunho smiles as he walks up to the table.

Out on the restaurant patio, it's nice and breezy and it cools your nerves as you return his smile.

"Hey, Yunie," you crane your neck to look up at him as he bends down; cupping the side of your neck while giving you a gentle kiss.

"For me?" He points to the beer on the table as he pulls back.

"Mhm, it just got here, still cold," you nod, leaning back in your seat and taking a deep breath.

"You're so sweet, thank you," he takes the seat across from you, looking you up and down. "Is something wrong?"

"Hm? No," you shake your head quickly and wave him off, "I, uhm, I actually got some good news..."

"Really? What is it?" He asks before taking a sip; and you wait until he sets the glass down to speak. You think he might have choked if you didn't.

"You remember the position my boss recommended me for?"

His face drops slowly. Pressing his lips together, he nods slowly.

"They want me to take it-"

"No."

"Yunho, it's not up to you." You try to stand your ground, but your voice waivers.

"You'd have to move to the other side of the world!" His outburst gets the attention of a few fellow customers, and he slumps back in his chair; pulling his hat further down his face. "Have you even thought about this- the logistics? We'd be in two opposite time zones, when would we even be able to talk?"

You're quiet. Too quiet. Looking down at the table with something stuck on the tip of your tongue but you're afraid to say it.

"Sweetheart." He whispers as he leans forward, resting his arms on the table as he looks at you intently. "Don't fucking say what I think you're about to."

"I think we should break up."

You jump as he slams his hand on the table before quickly putting his face in his hands with a groan. "Fuck..."

"Yunho, I'm sorry..." You look down at your lap, "but it's- really, it's for the best. We can both spend more time furthering our careers and maybe in the future-"

"Are you kidding me?" He mumbles, hand over his mouth and looking at you with a barely contained storm of emotions in his eyes.

You avoid his gaze like it's the plague, bouncing your leg and holding your hands together tightly. "No. I'm serious. This is the last time we're going to see each other. I went to your apartment while you were at practice and got my things, and I left yours o-"

"Nope." He laughs, unhumorous. Like he's in shock. "No, sorry. Not happening."

"You can't just say 'no', this is the decision I'm making." You look at him for a moment with a glare before quickly look back down when you see his eyes locked on you like some sort of predator.

"Like fuck I can't, you said you were going to marry me one day. You said you wanted to have kids together." His voice is even, but it's laced with anger. He leans over the table and pinches your chin, making you look at him. "What happened to that, love?"

"I'm sorry, Y-"

He grabs your hands as you stand up, looking up at you intensely. "You can't just leave."

"Miss?" Both of your eyes snap to the elderly couple who's approached your table after hearing the ruckus. "Do you need some help?" The woman reaches towards you when Yunho stands quickly and pulls you to the other side of the table.

"She's fine. We're just having an argument, every couple does. Right, doll?"

You gulp as he rests his hands on your shoulders. Normally, in any other argument you had, you'd say yes. But this isn't something small like whose apartment to go back to or whether or not you should take birth control when he uses condoms anyway.

Thinking about that second one gives you pause.

It's like every little strange or controlling thing Yunho has ever said slams on top of you all at once; making your knees weak.

"...Yes." You squeak out, feeling his grip on your shoulders tighten.

"Let go of her, son," the older man steps forward, and Yunho only backs up.

"Sweetheart, seriously think about what you're doing. I love you like nobody else ever could, I want to share my life with you, please-"

You writhe out of his grasp, all but running to the woman; grabbing your purse from the table on the way. "Come on, dear, I'll take you to your car," she takes your hand quickly, rubbing your arm in a comforting manner as she guides you back into the restaurant to head for the front door.

Yunho can only watch, practically steaming with anger, as the man sizes him up. He's shorter, smaller. He could easily over power the old-timer. But people are starting to stare.

"Fuck," he groans, kicking a chair before taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair roughly. Already thinking of ways to make you stay when you've clearly made up your mind — for real this time.

You've never said those words. Break up. Not even when he made you just as angry as he is now when he snuck into your apartment and —

He takes a deep breath when the idea comes to him.

He knows how to make sure you realize that you don't get to leave him.

─..★.─────

Your tired and puffy eyes crack open as the bed shifts.

Then, they widen quickly as you catch the outline of Yunho's figure climbing on top of you. When you try to scream, he slams a hand over your mouth. "Shut up." He says shortly, silencing you as you feel something cold and sharp against your neck.

"This is all your fault. You're the one who broke our promises. I should kill you."

You feel the blade tilt against your delicate flesh, your eyes wide and begging; filling with tears quickly.

He's straddled over your hips, caging you against the mattress. He stripped the blanket away while you were asleep, leaving you in your large sleep shirt and panties. Suddenly feeling way too exposed even though he's not looking at you with anything besides anger.

He leans forward, nose to nose, "I'm going to move my hand. If you scream, I'm going to. Nod if you understand."

You nod. Quick and careful.

Taking a deep breath when he removes his hand, you tilt your head to the side to face away from him. "Y-"

"Me first." When you bite your trembling lip, he continues, "is there someone else?"

"What? No, no," you shake your head quickly, arms wrapping around your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself as his gaze burns through you.

"Are you lying?" He sneers as he grips the base of your scalp, making you yelp before you remember his threat and slam your lips together.

"Have you been slutting around behind my back? Is that why you were so damn insistent about your birth control? Hm? Answer me!" He drives the blade into the bed next to your head, making you jump to the side and grab at his other arm clumsily.

"No! No, Yunho! Wh- There's never been anyone else, I swear, I swear," you sniffle, looking up at him as your tears start sliding down your temples. "I swear, Yunie."

"You swear? Oh, you swear, do you? That's what you said about marrying me, too."

"I m-meant it," you sob as he yanks the blade from your bed; thinking you're its next target.

"Did you?" He yanks you up by the grip he has on the base of your skull, ignoring your cries as he drags you to your desk — where the only light in the room radiates from. "Sign it." He says simply as he shoves you into your chair.

You look away from him slowly, rubbing your sore scalp as you look at the paper.

CERTIFICATE OF MARRIAGE.

"Yunho..."

He raises his eyebrows, looking you up and down as he leans against the wall. "Sign it, doll."

"I br- but- I broke up wi-"

He pushes off the wall quickly and slaps you.

He slaps you so hard your ears ring. Your head snaps to the side. Your jaw drops. His hand is the size of your entire face.

"You say those words one more damn time..." He pants, throwing the knife onto the desk before slapping your other cheek; throwing your head in the opposite direction with a cry of pain. "I seriously fucking dare you. See what happens. I'm already mad, love. Your efforts have been cute, but I'm tired of it. Time to face reality. You belong to me. Sign the paper."

With a shaking hand, you pick up the pen quickly —

And you sign your name right next to his.

You drop the pen like it's burned you, staring at the paper for a moment before you look at him. He looks down at the paper and smiles, barely noticeable. "Good." He says before leaning and pressing his lips to yours roughly.

You stay there, stunned, until he pulls back — and slaps you. "Ow!" You scream. It hurts so much more the second time when your cheek is already sore and undoubtedly bruising.

"Say you're my wife."

"Wha-"

Slap! "Say it."

"I'm your wife..." You stare up at him, shivering, "Yunho, please, calm d-"

Slap! "Say you love me."

"I love you!" You yell as you push yourself back on the chair, getting caught almost effective immediately. "Please, stop-"

He wraps his hands up in your shirt and pulls you up, dragging you the few steps back to the bed and throwing you on it.

You fall onto your back and sniffle quietly, "t-thank you."

He laughs as he crawls back over you. "You think I'm finished? Oh, that's cute... Your punishment hasn't even started yet. You really think I'm going to go easy on you when you just broke my heart like that?"

Your heart falls into the depths of your uneasy stomach as he trails his hands up your waist. "You're my wife?" He arches an eyebrow, urging you.

"Yes," you nod, breath caught in your throat.

"And..." He leans over, mumbling against your lips, "you love me?"

"Yes."

"That's beautiful, sweetheart," he smiles a bit more before he bites at your lips. "I think I know what will make happy... What will make you stay."

Before you can tell him you've changed your mind, you'll stay as long as he never slaps you again because your entire face is sore now —

"A baby."

He slips his hands under your shirt, running them along your stomach. "Being a Mommy finally going to make you settle down? The Mommy to my babies?"

"Wai-"

"Yeah, it will~" He grins widely as he turns you to lay on your belly, shoving your face into the sheets as he speaks right into your ear, "and every time you look at them, you'll remember how much this fucking hurt."

─MARRY ME★.─────

[wickwoods]

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬-

Ex-husband!Dad!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Ex-wife!Mom!Reader-

I found the divider on Pinterest! Creds to original poster <3

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: A couple of months after your divorce with Eddie, you meet his new girlfriend at a Harrington pool party. Too bad she’s a total bitch, though.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, Unprotected sex, Eddie doesn’t exactly cheat, Reader and Eddie have two kids together, No use of Y/n, Eddie cums inside reader, Reader has boobs and pussy, PiV, Oral sex (fem receiving), A snarky comment about how reader “should” be eating…These are the main warnings but please feel free to let me know of any I missed, happy reading! <3

You heard her voice before you saw her.

“Eddie! Grab my purse from the backseat!” You turned over to the wooden gate when it slid open, locking your eyes on her. Roxy, Eddie’s new girlfriend.

‘She’s pretty.’ You decide in your head. ‘Too bad she’s a total bitch.’ There were multiple occasions where your friends had complained about her behavior. The most recent being Nancy complaining about Roxy trying to give her parenting advice when she didn’t have kids herself.

You watched as she made her way to the large white table where you sat at and pull up a chair to sit on. Eddie strolled in a few moments after her, taking a seat next to her and setting her purse down on the table.

Roxy didn’t greet you, and you didn’t bother to speak to her either. If only she knew how to keep her mouth shut. “Do you know how many carbs are in that? Salads are way better for a body like yours girl, trust me.”

Your eyes widened with surprise at the girl's nerves. You shifted your gaze to Eddie’s bright red face. “She serious?” You ask. You turn back over to Roxy, her face stone cold serious. Your eyes didn’t falter as you responded in a cold tone, “I gave birth to two children. My body was a home for them. I am comfortable in my body, sorry you’re not comfortable in yours.”

Your hands made a loud smacking noise as you slammed them on the table, making Eddie and Roxy jump back in surprise. “Fucking bitch.” You muttered as you pushed yourself up from your seat, turning on your feet to walk to the back screen door where Wayne, Steve, and Nancy were standing.

You couldn’t believe it. Who the fuck does she think she is? She had no right to comment on your body. God knows you went through enough of that in High school.

“You alright, sugar?” Wayne’s raspy voice rang through your ears as he flipped a burger patty on the grill. “Yeah I'm just gonna head inside for a couple of minutes, Nance, can you watch the little gremlins for a bit?” She smiled and nodded her head, “Of course.”

You gave her a quiet thanks and made your way inside. Unbeknownst to you, a certain metal head was trailing right behind you. He made himself known with a loud clear of his throat. You tried to ignore him and pretended to be hyperfocused on the bowl of macaroni and cheese resting on the counter.

“Hey,” Eddie walked over to where you stood and reached for your forearms, “I’m so sorry about that. I’ll tell her to watch her words around you-“ You shook your head from left to right. “No, Eddie. Keep her away from me or we will have a problem. Keep her away from my kids too.”

Your eyebrow twitched as it usually did when you got mad and it made Eddie smile. “Alright, sweetheart. Let's go out there and enjoy the day. I still gotta say hi to the little troublemakers.” He smiled at the thought of the children running outside. They were the perfect blend of you two. Everyone could see it.

You both made your way outside, being greeted by more family spread around the Harrington backyard. You greeted anyone who was close enough to hear you and walked over to where Nancy stood talking with Robin. You kept your gaze on Eddie and watched as he ran around with the kids.

You could swear you had heart eyes at that moment. If there was one thing you would never disagree on it was that Eddie was a great dad. The best you’ve ever seen. He cared about his children and it was clear just how much he did. He took the role very seriously.

“Are you getting in the pool? I think I am.” You heard Robin’s voice snap you out of your thoughts. “Maybe later.” You replied.

A little after the sun began to set, you decided to finally step into the large pool. The surface was gleaming with the sun's glare of sunshine and it looked beautiful. Eddie was already in the water, holding baby June in his arms. The ten month old squealed as her father lightly dipped her in and out the water.

You looked to the edge of the pool, seeing your five year old Ronnie swimming with his bright yellow arm pool floaties clung onto his little arms. “Momma! Look at me! I won Auntie birdie!” Aunt birdie- being Robin- was pouting playfully at the corner of the pool. You summed up from their faces that they had a small swimming race and that Robin had let Ronni win.

“That’s amazing baby!” The enthusiastic tone you had on didn’t let him know that you knew Robin had let him win. He basked in his glory a bit more then moved on to play a new game. Eddie looked up to where you were standing and asked, “You coming in?” You nodded, reaching for your t-shirt. You lifted your shirt from your torso then moved on to the jean shorts you were wearing.

You felt his blazing gaze on your body as you revealed the dark red bikini you had on. It was one of his favorites back when you guys were still together and you knew it. It was exactly why you never bothered to buy a new one.

His eyes tore away from you when June splashed her tiny hands all around him. “You little menace!” Her giggles rang throughout the backyard as Eddie tickled her belly. You stepped in and swam over to them, holding your hands out and calling June's name.

The baby girl looked at you and gave you a big gummy smile. She was such a happy baby. “Are you ruining daddy’s hair?” You cooed when she grabbed a fistful of Eddie’s hair, yanking it lightly into the water. “You encourage this sick behavior? You are a sick woman, sweetheart.” You giggled.

Robin swam over, Ronnie trailing right behind her. She grabbed June from Eddie’s grasp and said, “I’ll take the little munchkins to get some food. You guys enjoy the pool.” You knew what she was doing. The tiny smile on her face as she looked at you said it all. You didn’t try to stop her. Neither did Eddie.

“Alright. Bye Robs.” Eddie said. He stared at you awkwardly for a minute before speaking, “So..how have you been?” You quirked an eyebrow before responding, “I’ve been good…just dealing with the kids. June entered her walking stage so that’s been…something. She just wants to walk into anything that screams ‘danger’.”

Eddie chuckled awkwardly, avoiding your eyes as he did so. You couldn’t stand the awkward act. It made you feel like you guys were strangers all over again. “How about you? How’s life treating you?” You asked him. “Well, I can’t complain. Things are okay for the most part. Wayne was finally promoted to the big manager position so that’s a great thing.”

Your eyes widened in excitement. You knew that one of Wayne’s biggest goals from working at the plant was to become one of the few managers there. “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of him.”

Eddie smiled at your display of affection for his uncle. He couldn’t help but compare the way you and Roxy responded to the news. Roxy had only hummed and smiled when his old man gave them the news. She didn’t bother trying to hide the fact she wasn’t listening to a single word he was saying. He stared at you with a longing gleam in his eyes.

He seemed like he was about to say something but was interrupted by the voice of none other than Steve Harrington. “You guys mind if we join? No? Okay, great.” Not waiting for a response, Steve ran in, jumping and causing a big splash. You squealed and turned away in surprise.

Expecting it to happen, Eddie only smiled and watched as Steve shook his hair out like a dog after a shower. Nancy followed in suit, causing another big splash. This time, Eddie turned away and swam over closer to you.

You both turned back when you heard Steve speak again. “You guys wanna play….” He paused for a dramatic effect. “Chicken fight?” Eddie responded almost immediately, “Game on, Harringtons.” He looked at you and motioned for you to get on his shoulders. You obliged, hopping on with precise movements so you wouldn’t hurt him.

This wasn’t your first rodeo of the game with the Harringtons across you. The most recent time you guys played was back in ‘86, right after graduation when you guys took a trip out of Hawkins.

The game began, you and Nancy squirming on the guys’ shoulders as you fought to push the other into the water. The guys were cheering on, and even Dustin and a little Harrington joined in. You fell in, and Nancy was whooping with pride along with Steve. Eddie turned to you and chuckled when you came up from underwater, hair stuck to your face. “It’s alright sweetheart, we’ll get them next time.”

The night dragged on, and at around 7:50, Roxy’s voice was heard once again. At some point you had heard her arguing with Eddie on how she didn’t wanna go into the pool because her makeup would be ruined.

“Eddie! I want to go home! I’m tired.” She whined. He heaved out a sigh and began to climb his way up the three steps at the edge of the pool. You decided to get out at that moment too. “I’ll be back, I’m just gonna drop her off and come back for another burger. Wait for me?” One look of his dark brown eyes, and you felt like you were under a spell.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be here.” You smiled as he tossed his keys in the air once before catching them and walking over to Roxy.

When he came back, you were already sitting down at the white table and dressed back into the outfit you came in. You held June in your lap as she babbled on to herself.

Ronnie was in the seat next to you with another small burger on the styrofoam plate in front of him. It had gone cold a couple minutes earlier when he began to listen to his uncle Dustin intently. Dustin was rambling on about a new Marvel comic his girlfriend Suzie had gotten him for his birthday.

“Hey, I’m back. I’m gonna get a burger really quick.” He walked over to the grill and served himself before coming back and taking a seat on the other empty seat next to you. Wayne was sitting in front of you, you had been talking to the old man about his new position at the plant and asking him questions about the perks.

“Well I'm very happy for you, Wayne. You deserve this more than anyone I know.” He gave a big smile, looking almost shy at the praise. “Thank you darlin’…Well I oughta be headin’ home. Got a big day tomorrow. I’ll see you guys soon.”

He gave his goodbyes to everyone, hanging a little longer to give plenty of hugs and kisses to his grandkids before finally heading home.

After all the food was done and everyone was worn out from all the socializing, each person bid their goodbyes to the Harringtons and made their way to their respective cars. You and Eddie were the last ones left parked on the edge of the Harringtons sidewalk.

You were about to open the back door to strap the kids in when you heard Ronnie’s little voice behind you. “Daddy, can you come to our house and tuck me and Junie in?” The little boy had your eyes and he knew the effect it had on Eddie. He made his best puppy eyes and stared directly into Eddie’s.

Eddie both loved and hated when he did. Loved because it was just about the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Hated because well…he couldn’t say no to any requests his five year old would make. “I don’t know buddy, ask your momma.” He looked up at you with a smile as the five year old turned to you with the same eyes he used on his father.

You hummed for a couple of seconds and responded in a teasing tone, “Hmm I don’t know Ron, maybe i’ll only let him come over if you…give me a bunch of hugs and kisses.” Your voice went a bit high pitched at the end of your sentence as you dropped down to your knees and wrapped him up in your arms, landing small kisses on his little cheek.

He giggled as you did so and you released him then turned to Eddie. “You follow us in your van?” He responded, “Yeah.”, pulling out his keys and making his way over to the old, beat up van.

“I’ll see you guys there!” He hopped in and started the engine. You quickly strapped June in her car seat and Ronnie in his. He kicked his little legs in happiness and it brought a smile to your face. You could feel the love he had for his dad radiating off him. You began to make your way home, Eddie’s van following right behind your red convertible.

You arrived a few feet ahead of Eddie's van. He parked right behind your convertible in the driveway, hopping out and walking up to the back door of your car where the kids were. He unbuckled them from their seats, sticking his tongue out in an attempt to make them laugh. It worked, of course.

Once you all were inside, you began your usual night routine, this time with Eddie’s help. It wasn’t often he came over at nights to tuck June and Ronnnie in. He preferred to be over at the house during daytime and to tuck them into bed when they were at his own apartment.

For a moment, it all felt normal again. Like a peace that was never disturbed by the divorce papers you both had willingly signed. After bath time, two bedtime stories, and a load of cuddles and kisses, Ronnie and June were settled in and deep in their sleep.

Eddie flipped the light switch next to the door off and with practiced stealth, shut the door without making a sound. Triumphantly, he turned to you with a smile and took a playful bow.

You giggled, turning on your heel to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to offer him a glass of water, but he beat you to it, surprising you with some news.

“I broke up with her…” His eyes held an expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was hard to tell what he was thinking about at the moment. Of course you were happy he wouldn’t have to deal with her nasty attitudes anymore, but it didn’t mean you still didn’t feel bad.

“Oh, Eddie. I’m sorry.” He shrugged his shoulders casually. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just glad I won’t have to put up with her anymore. What she said to you was…out of pocket.”

You smiled. Eddie had walkways been so protective of the people he cared about. God forbid June or Ronnie ever got hurt by another person, Eddie would be on their case for the rest of his life. You pondered in your head for a while before gathering the courage to ask, “Do you wanna stay for a while? Watch a movie?” He nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” You both made yourselves comfortable on opposite ends of the couch, you on the left, and him on the right. You went with your favorite movie genre, Horror.

Midway through the movie, you saw Eddie jump back when the red haired murderous clown in the movie got a little too close to the camera through your peripheral vision. You giggled to yourself and turned to look at him.

“You alright there?” you teased. He squinted his eyes in a playful glare. “Glad you find my fear hilarious, sweetheart.” Ever the drama king. You giggled even harder and it brought a smile to his own face. He slowly moved over to where you were sitting, putting both his hands on each side of your torso.

Your eyes widen in fear. You let out a little “no” but his mind was already made up. Squeals escaped your lips continuously as he began to tickle your sides.

”No! No, stop! I’m sorry!” You managed to get the words out in between your giggles. “You’re sorry?” He paused for a few seconds before picking up right where he left off. “G’nna have to do a lot better than that, sweetheart.” He smiled when your giggles got a little louder.

You stopped moving and giggling completely when you felt something prodding your thigh. “What’s?- Eddie…are you?…” He looked mortified. In sync, you both look down to see that Eddie was hard. His first instinct was to push himself off you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He put his head in his hands, looking almost ashamed of his hormones. “Eddie..” You tore his hands from his face, forcing him to look at you. “It’s fine. Stop freaking out. We have two kids together.” You attempted to make him feel better but you could still see the embarrassment behind his brown eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You pressed your forehead against his, and pressed a light kiss on his nose. “It’s okay…relax.” He turned his head upwards slightly, about to press a kiss to your lips before pausing midway. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded. “Please do.”

He didn’t hold back, his lips finding place in between yours. His lips sped up like he had been craving it since the last time you guys ever kissed. You didn’t mind, this is what you had been craving for a while. He pulled away, leaning down enough to attach his lips to your neck. Pretty noises escaped your lips when he nibbled on a certain spot.

“Ed-Eddie, let’s go to the room.” You had to pull his head up from his neck when he didn’t respond. His eyes were blown with desire, the brown irises now replaced with wide black pupils. “Yeah-shit, yeah.” You were about to stand from your place when you were swept off the couch in one fell swoop.

A small gasp escaped your lips and you looked at Eddie in surprise. He didn’t speak, only using one hand to shut off the TV. He spun around and made his way into your guys’ old shared bedroom. You trailed kisses down his neck in the meantime and even left a couple of marks on the right side of his neck. God, you just realized how bad you’ve been missing him.

How bad you needed him.

When you guys made it into the room, he laid you down carefully on the bed. “Beautiful girl.” He leaned in again, connecting his lips with yours. His tongue swiped against your lower lip, letting a bit of drool drip down your chin. You granted him entrance, his tongue expertly finding yours and tangling them together in a heated dance that made your thighs clench as best as they could with his leg in between them.

Feeling the tug of your hand on his shirt, he pulled back just long enough to take the black t-shirt off. You caught a glimpse of some tattoos that were etched into his skin permanently, including the one he had gotten for you two years ago.

It was nothing crazy to the point where people could immediately understand he had gotten it for you, just a small piece that only you two understood held a deeper meaning than he let on. Next to come off was your outfit.

Eddie’s hands were cold as they undid the neatly tied bow of your bikini. He pressed his lips between your swell breasts, leaving a path of purple bruises down your stomach. Your back arched into the air in response to his lips.

He pulled himself up just enough to attach his lips to your right nipple. You responded with a whine, him sucking on the rock hard pebble in response.

“Eddie, I need you, please.” Your eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure, a pit of pleasure burning in your stomach. If you didn’t have him soon, you were going to explode. Your hands reached down, undoing his belt buckle with eagerness.

One hand stroked against his dick in the process and it made him grunt in pleasure against your nipple. You pulled his bowers down along with his boxers. He stood up for a minute to shake off the garments so they landed on the floor away from the bed.

When his dick was exposed to your eyes, you reached down between your bodies, tugging on it and giving a couple of strokes to his tip with your thumb. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum before I can even get in that pretty pussy.” He chuckled.

“Then hurry it up.” You sassed. He reached over to the nightstand next to your bed, moving his hand around inside the small drawer in search of a condom. When he realized there was none, his jealousy spiked up immediately. “Where’s the last condom we had?”

You stared at him sheepishly before responding in a meek voice, “I might’ve had someone over once last month…You can’t blame me! I was really horny.” He stared at you with squinted eyes. “You had a girlfriend anyways!” You tried again, but his face twitched in thought. “You know…I never slept with her.”

You felt genuine surprise. Eddie had always been a horny individual, it was no wonder you guys had two kids. You figured they must have shared a bed more than once while they were dating so you didn’t feel as guilty when you slept with the guy you had over.

“How was I supposed to know?” You muttered. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Y’know why?…because I'm going to make you forget that man. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll only remember my name after.”

His words made you whimper and your thighs got embarrassingly wet with your slick through your jean shorts. He made quick work of taking your shorts and underwear off with the help of your hips lifting off the bed.

He let out a groan when he made contact with your glistening pussy. “I missed her. So pretty.” Using both his calloused hands, he spread your legs open by your thighs before slipping a finger in between your shining folds to toy with your clit.

You let out a moan and grabbed the sheets in a tight grip, your knuckles turning white with the force. “Fuck, I love watching you fall apart for me.” His finger slipped in with his words, thrusting at a sensual speed. Your hips thrust forward. You fucked yourself on his finger for a while before he halted your movements by pressing his other hand on your lower belly.

A second finger slipped in, making you gasp/moan in surprise. The sounds that were coming out of you were unrecognizable and embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t help yourself- he was making you feel so fucking good.

He leaned in to press a kiss against your folds, then gave an experimental lick to your clit. “Eddie, please. Need your mouth baby.” Never being one to decline the offer, he began to eat you like a starved man.

Wet noises of his tongue flicking up and down filled the room. You managed to keep your voice low enough to the point where nobody but Eddie would be able to hear you. Your shaking legs were a dead giveaway to just how much you were enjoying this anyway.

“Cum on my tongue sweet girl. Wanna taste your cum. Show me how good I make you feel.” You bit your bottom lip harshly to contain the whine that so desperately wanted to get out. “M’close Eddie. So close. Mmm…love your mouth.” You felt his smile against your cunt and looked down to meet his eyes.

One final suck on your clit and you were seeing stars, cumming so hard, your legs were shaking. “Ahh fuck, Eddie.” His tongue flicked up and down for a couple seconds before he came up from between your legs, chin glistening with a mix of your arousal and cum. “Tastes so sweet. Just how I remember.” He winked.

“You ready for me to fuck you, sweet girl?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “So ready for you Ed’s.” He reached down and took a hold of his cock, hissing at the contact of his cold hand. You can feel the tip of his cock rubbing through your folds, making you moan, desperate for him to give you the delicious stretch of his dick.

“Shh, I know sweetheart. Just needa be fucked so good don’t ya?” You nodded, your mouth dropping open when he finally thrust his tip in. Out of everyone you’ve ever been with, Eddie was the only man who could ever give you the satisfying feeling of being stretched with only his tip.

His hands found a place on each side of your head as he thrust his hips forward, making inch by inch enter you slowly. “Fuck me, Eddie. Please baby, I need it so bad.”

He couldn’t hold back anymore, pounding his hips against your pelvis over and over at a steady but fast pace. “Fuck baby. So tight. Mmm squeezing my cock so fucking good.” You mewl loudly in response.

“M’yours Eddie. Pussy made only for you.” The sounds of his full balls smacking against your ass filled the room. It only fueled Eddie’s primal urge to fill you up with every last drop of his cum. A string of little “ah ah ah’s” left your mouth when his thrusts didn’t relent. His tip managed to nudge against the spongy spot that made you see stars.

“Right there Eddie. Don’t stop, please.” He chuckled darkly. “Wasn’t plannin’ on it sweetheart. Never wanna stop fucking this pretty pussy. All mine.” His lips met your harshly, spit mixing and teeth clashing against each other. There was no holding back your moans anymore.

You moaned loudly into his mouth when you felt the band in your stomach snap. Your hands trailed behind his back, leaving dark red scratches along his pale skin. You came with a loud moan, your legs shaking once again.

He came a second after you did when he felt the squeeze of your cunt against his dick. “Fuck, sweetheart. G’nna fill you up so full of my cum, give you a third baby. Wanna see you all pretty and pregnant with my child again.”

When you both came down your highs, he pulled out slowly, hissing at the cold breeze when he left your warm hole. He reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed his abandoned shirt, using it to wipe up the remaining drops of his spend on your pussy. When he finished, he dropped down next to you, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your neck.

“G’night sweets.” You smiled against his chest. “Goodnight Eddie.”

Note: Pleas enjoy this horny monstrosity while I work on November Rain part two <3

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The curtain yanks open with a dramatic rustle. You let out a squeal in surprise, whipping around as water streamed down your face. Instinctively, you slap your hands over your chest.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Good morning to you too,” Suguru hums contently, stepping in without ceremony.

His clothes are, unsurprisingly, already thrown somewhere across the bathroom. Midnight hair falls past his shoulders, a few strands plastered to his face. But most noticeable of all, is that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The infuriating, shit-eating sparkle that meant he was about to be absolutely insufferable.

“Water bill���s too high,” he adds, grabbing your shampoo from the shelf overhead.

“You just want to see me naked,” you mutter, still covering yourself with your hands like that would stop the inevitable.

“Sweetheart,” he leans in, lips brushing your shoulder, “I always want to see you naked.”

You shoot him a look. “You're such a perv.”

“And you look gorgeous right now,” he drawls, eyes trailing downwards languidly. “We should really do this more often.”

Suguru's lips press to your shoulder lazily, mouth warm even under the hot water. His kisses trail slowly, almost absentmindedly, over your collarbone as if tasting the steam off your skin.

His hands, though, remain annoyingly neutral. Adjusting the showerhead, pushing hair out of your face, lathering body wash on your back while he peppers kisses tenderly on each and every part of your body.

“So are we actually showering, or are you just going to stand there and... be you?”

“Don't act like you aren't enjoying this,” he replies, one hand casually snaked around your waist. “You could ask me to leave, y'know.”

“You never listen.”

“True,” he says, eyes flicking to your lips then back up. “But I’m an excellent multitasker.”

You open your mouth to respond but don’t get the chance. Suguru's hands find your jaw, cupping your face as he turns you towards himself. His lips press against yours, slow at first, steady, like he has all the time in the world.

Your hands fly to his neck, pulling him closer just as his body presses into yours, chest to chest, nothing between you but heat and steam.

He deepens the kiss further, one hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer like he can't bear even an inch of space between you. The other stays on your cheek, holding you in place, hips tilting just right as he grinds against you.

“Okay,” you breathe against his lips, dazed. “Now you’re just cheating.”

“Cheating?” he repeats, all innocent and wide-eyed. “I’m just loving you in high-definition.”

You roll your eyes. But don't stop him when he presses kisses along your jaw, when his hands drop lower, skimming your thighs, slipping up the backs with delicious deliberation.

Just as you finally give in and sigh, tilting your head, letting your eyes fall shut—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Suguru!” came Gojo’s agitated voice. “Are you trying to become one with the water in there? I am about to piss a new timeline into existence.”

You freeze on the spot.

Suguru does not.

In fact, he nips at your collarbone and chuckles, deeply amused.

“You gonna answer that, baby?” he whispers, one hand now teasing the insides of your thighs.

You slapped a wet palm over your mouth, desperately trying not to make a sound. Scrambling for composure you yell back, “I’ll be out in a minute!”

There's a pause on the other side before Gojo replies, voice suddenly chipper.

“Oh. Sorry! Didn’t know it was you. Take your time!”

Suguru raises an eyebrow. “Huh. He bought that?”

“I hate you,” you muttered, especially when his hand snuck between your legs with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how much trouble he was about to cause.

“Don’t lie now,” he said, dimples flashing with wicked satisfaction.

You glared at him, ready to curse him out, but that proved ineffective.

He caught your lips mid-protest, resuming the kiss with a hand tangled in your hair.

His other hand wasn't even pretending to behave as he hoists you up, clean off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and your back hit the cold tile with a gasp. He smirks against your mouth, breath ragged.

“Always climbin’ me like a tree,” he mutters, voice rough with amusement. “Might as well make it easier for you.”

“Screw you.” you hiss, barely biting back a moan.

“Yeah, yeah. Working on it,” he grunts, already rolling his hips into you.

His pace is slow, deep—each thrust angled to break you open. Your toes curl, head tipping back against the tile with a thud, fingers tangling in his soaked hair like you’re holding on for dear life.

Suguru stays close, mouth glued to your skin, groaning against your neck as he drives into you like he’s trying to fuck the air out of your lungs.

You were shaking, gasping, whispering his name over and over.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“My hearing's just fine, you gross fucks! I swear if I piss myself while you're getting dicked down in my shower—”

Gojo’s tantrum doesn’t even phase him. Suguru’s too busy wrecking you, too caught up in the way you clench and cry out to care who hears.

“I love you,” he breathes into your collarbone.

“This is not romantic,” you whimper, nails digging into his back.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he pants. “You’re literally trembling.”

“Because Gojo’s threatening to piss at the door!”

On the other side, his best friend was banging on the door like his life depended on it.

“I hope the shampoo goes in both of your eyes and the water turns cold mid-orgasm!”

And yet, Suguru never stopped smiling.

— ✦ — ❖ — ✦ —

You barely made it out alive. Hair dripping, legs barely cooperating, and Suguru still looking like the devil incarnate he is, towel slung dangerously low on his hips.

You’re swaddled in the fluffiest one he could find, clutching it like a lifeline while trying to remember how to breathe like a normal person.

The bathroom door creaks open.

“Finally,” Gojo groans, stomping in with all the righteous fury of a man wronged. “I have seen entire civilizations rise and fall in the time it took for you two to defile my shower.”

He walks in and grabs his toothbrush, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I sincerely hope you both rot. Like, from the bottom of my heart.”

You shrink further into your towel, cheeks on fire. Suguru, of course, doesn’t even blink.

“You should’ve knocked,” he says smoothly, toweling off his hair with a yawn.

“Oh wait, you did. Three times.”

Gojo spins dramatically, toothbrush still in hand. “Three? I was one knock away from calling an exorcist for the sounds I heard.”

“You could’ve just gone in the sink,” Suguru says, utterly unbothered.

“I did. Not my proudest moment.”

You blink. “Wait. You seriously pissed in the sink?”

Gojo groans. “What choice did I have?! Every time I knocked, I was rewarded with moaning. It was like Pavlov's bell.”

You bury your into your hands, hoping the ground just up and swallows you whole.

Gojo turns to face you, deeply hurt by your betrayal. “You were my favorite, just so you know. Were.”

You’re about to defend yourself—say something—but Suguru wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, and smirking like the devil himself.

“Wanna go for round two while he’s brushing his teeth?”

Gojo gags and retches. “I will shove that fucking loofah so far up your ass, you’ll be exfoliating from the inside out.”

Suguru just raises an eyebrow, calm as ever. “D’you want us to go at it again? Because you sound like you want us to go at it again.”

“I swear to god, if I hear one more thigh slap—”

“Slap?” Suguru muses, looking at you. “Did it sound like a slap? I thought it was more of a—”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence.”

“Can we just…” you whisper, already mentally packing your bags, “pretend this never happened?”

A/N: Everyone talks about how deranged Gojo would be as a boyfriend. But once you’re deep in with Suguru? Boyyyy that man would make Gojo look emotionally well-adjusted.

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❛ EYES CLOSED ✶ 제이크

⸺ IN WHICH you have a rommate who is a little particular when it comes to sleeping

﹙3611﹚ loser rommate ! sjy 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — fluff friends to ?? slowburn somnambulism skinship kissing just fiction ℳORE ❜ ᨳ inspired by "the first frost" drama.

you've been jake's roommate for about a year now.

it all started when your old roomie had to leave because she was going to live with his boyfriend. and you couldn't pay for the rent on your own, so she offered to get you a new roommate.

although she forgot to tell you that that roommate was a man.

and that man was a friend of hers that you knew. he was nice. but anyway, you were searching for a girl to live with you. but you didn't have success finding one, and the rent payment was around the corner. so he eventually moved in. and although at the beginning, the idea didn't like you that much, you two became closer friends as the months passed.

he's someone good who you can live with. but..

there he goes again.

he's in the middle of the kitchen, with his eyes closed, drinking a glass of water in the middle of the night. from behind, it seems like he's awake, but he isn't. he's completely asleep.

a couple of months before this would scared you, but now you're very used to him. almost.

the cause of this is all about the amount of stress the college and work give to him, or at least that was what the doctor said when he went the first time you screamed in the middle of the night, waking him up and making him fall with some box that was on the floor.

most of the time, he just comes here and drinks water. or sometimes he sits on the couch, stays there for a couple of minutes, and then goes back to his dorm. all in complete silence.

you blink a couple of times to adjust to the darkness. right now is 2:37 am. you came here to look up your phone charger, just to find jake in the kitchen.

“i'm used to this, but you scared me, tho” you whisper without looking at him, as you look for what you came for.

he just drinks his water and then leaves the glass there to head to his bedroom.

two, three, four steps, and he's in front of you. you stand up straight and furrow your brows, looking up at him. he did this just one time, a month ago; he stands up in front of you and then goes away.

but this time, he raises a hand, and—as you follow his movements, he rests it on top of your head. making you want to laugh. what's he doing?

his eyes are closed, his hair is a mess, and his shirt is all wrinkled. you look at him, curious.

“jake, i'm not layla..” you whisper again, smiling. he rests his hand there for a couple of seconds, almost like he's patting a pet, and then goes away.

you stare at his back until he closes the door behind him. then you go to sleep, shaking your head with a smile, thinking about how you're going to make fun of him the next morning.

when you wake up the next day is sunday noon, so you can sleep this much for today. so after brushing your teeth and washing your face, you come out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen. the smell of food makes you smile.

“morning..” you say as a yawn comes out of your mouth. jake turns to you with a tiny smile. he's wearing headphones, but either way, listen to you.

“hey, morning,” he greets you as a radiant smile grows on his lips, brightening up his face.

you walk to the table behind him, sitting on a chair. and as you stare at his back, the moment of the night before comes to your head, and a big smile appears on your lips. jake glances at you and then takes off the earphones as he turns off the stove.

“what?” he smiles too, now turning to look at you.

“oh, nothing..” you look to your side, trying not to laugh. he approaches. his lips unconsciously form a pout.

“whaat?” he insists, now standing at the other side of the table. you now look at him.

“last night..” his face drops immediately. his lips now forming a line.

“don't tell me that last night i..”

“i came here to look up for something, and i found you.. then you approached me and put your hand on top of my head.” you started laughing because of his face. “you thought i was layla?”

he groans as he puts a hand over his face, but you can see his red ears. your laugh doesn't help him when he starts to feel his face heat up.

“i don't even remember what i was dreaming about” you keep laughing at him. he turns around, clears his throat, and continues cooking, trying to ignore your giggles on his back.

from your place, you can see how the tips of his ears are still bright red.

“you're cute,” you say as you keep making fun of him. he doesn't turn around again, but a tiny smile grows between his lips.

today was a tiring day, and all you wanted to do was sleep for an entire week. all your body felt heavy, and your head hurt half the day.

it was around midnight when you arrived home. you told jake that you were gonna come back late, so he's completely asleep by now.

after coming back from your room fully changed with more comfortable clothes, you make your way to the kitchen, turning on just one light.

jake left you food so you could just heat it and eat it, so you were going to do that after going to sleep.

some minutes later, you heard a click coming from jake's dorm. he's awake or..

you turn off the stove and turn around, just to find jake there, who is standing a few meters away from the kitchen. he's asleep.

after the last time you made fun of him, he had just one episode more. and that was a month ago.

now you were expecting what ridiculous thing he would do now.

so you stay still, looking at him, expecting. then he starts to walk slowly in your direction. and just in a few steps, he is standing up just a few centimeters away from you. both hands by his sides. eyes shut, and furrowed brows.

you raise one brow, thinking about his next movement. but you gasp when he approaches his face close to you. you try to move away. your heart is racing in your chest.

but then he drops his forehead on your shoulder and stays there. your arms flew to his sides as a reflection, not touching him. but then you don't know what to do. this is new. so you stay in your place, frozen.

he exhales, and you feel his body relaxing. then breaths more slowly, calmer. just his forehead resting against you as he leans in your direction.

a couple of minutes later, he steps up properly and walks away in silence.

the next morning, when you wake up, he isn't at home anymore. but later, when you see him again, you don't mention what happened.

three days later, you two are bout to watch a movie. finally, you can watch it in peace since tomorrow, neither of you had to do something in the morning.

“i only agree to watch this movie because the last time i chose it..” he says as he looks at the screen with furrowed eyebrows, shaking his body dramatically, faking shivers.

“jake, it's a bunch of people with makeup,” you say, looking at the screen as you eat some popcorn he made minutes ago.

“whatever” he snorts and then extends his arm to grab some popcorn, too. “why are you so far away? i can't reach the food..” he complains before throwing it to his mouth and chewing it.

the couch isn't big, but either way, you're on the corner of it with the bowl of popcorn just for you. so you stand up, sigh dramatically and drop yourself next to his body, literally glued to him, brushing nothing off your shoulder, as if his touch bothered you, just to bother him. back but that it's useless because now he has a big satisfied smile on his face as he looks at you making himself comfortable.

“happy?” you look up at him, putting the bowl on your lap. he nods, grabbing more popcorn.

“yeah, thank you.” he puts some in his mouth and then smiles again. his cheeks full of food. you roll your eyes, turning your head to the screen, fighting back a smile.

half an hour later, the bowl is empty on the table in front of you two. and you're more conformable now, with your head resting against the sofa. meanwhile, jake is knocked out next to you since he fell asleep around fifteen minutes ago. his head is also resting on the couch, just a few centimeters away from yours.

a moment later, you look at him from the corner of your eye when he starts to move, frowning and murmuring something that you don't hear. then he comes closer to you and tries to make himself more conformable, resting his head on your shoulder and throwing almost all his body weight on you—in the process, making you fall to your side. you yelp, looking at him, waiting for his complaint or something.. but he's totally asleep.

chuckling, you do your best to accommodate him, but it's useless. so you surrender and move, slowly sitting again and letting his head rest on your lap. he doesn't even notice.

like that, you continue to watch the movie until the end.

when that happens, you look down at jake, who is peacefully breathing with his eyes closed. his lashes resting against his cheeks, hair messed up against his forehead and mouth mid-open, showing his teeth. this image makes you want to giggle because of how cute he looks.

but you have to wake him up so he can go to bed.

“jake,” you whisper, taping his shoulder. he doesn't move. “jake, wake up. you can't sleep here.”

“hmm..” it's all he says, still half asleep. you can't even get up because of his position.

“jake” now you shake his shoulder. and finally, he starts blinking, furrowing both brows.

“i.. fell asleep?” he asks with a sleepy voice, yawning. you nod, looking at him. then he stares back at you, now a little bit more awake. a smirk forming on his lips. “why am i in this position?” you smack his shoulder.

“what's that face?” you snap, rolling your eyes. “you were the one who threw himself over me.”

he grabs one of your hands and keeps staring at you, catching you by surprise, but you let him anyway, looking at your hands at then at him again. he plays with your fingers as he talks.

“maybe you pulled me to your side, and i ended up like this. and in theory.. i didn't walk” he jokes with a smirk, making you exhale through your nostrils as you look to the other side.

he slowly sits up, yawning again, as he lets go of your hand. his hair is a little messed up, and his puffy eyes are mid-open when he looks at you again.

“well, i think we should go to bed,” he says, looking at you. then he shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “i mean, i should go to bed. you can't stay if you want. i—”

“yeah, i'm going to sleep too” you chuckle and grab the control of the tv, turning off the screen. he closes his mouth after two seconds and then talks again.

“all right” nodding, he gets up. “good night.”

“good night, jake.” he smiles at you one more time and goes to his bedroom.

a week later, you're in front of an asleep jake again, who's standing up in the middle of the hallway, midway to your bedroom.

you were on the couch when he came out of his room and stayed outside his door for a couple of minutes. then he started walking towards your door room.

“jake, this isn't your room..” he tried one more time to keep walking, but you blocked his way, and he stayed in his place.

you put your hands on his shoulders and made him slowly turn around, and he did so. until he wanted to enter your room one more time.

“you're like this even when you're sleeping” you whine, still with your hands over his shoulders. then you try one more time to guide him to his door, bearly pushing him. and he starts walking, letting you guide him.

you let him go, and he kept walking towards his door. until he entered and closed it behind him.

you stare at the door closed, sighing.

the next morning, you two are eating breakfast together when he feels your stare.. well, for about five minutes now.

“what is it?” he doesn't look up at you. he just keeps chewing his food, staring at his plate.

“hm?” you blink, coming out of your mind. and then you start eating your food.

“you have been staring at me..” he finally looks up, grinning. now he is the one looking at you.

“no, it's nothing,” you answer as you chew some food. your eyes are fixed on the table, away from his.

“come on, tell me” he insists, looking at you with his shiny eyes. you raise your head, meeting them. and he immediately recognizes that look. “wait a minute.. don't tell me i did something again.”

“yeah, maybe.” he sighed loudly, leaving his fork to the side. “last night, you tried to walk into my room.” he choked on the food he was swallowing, coughing as he reached for the glass of water next to him, making you look at him concerned.

“w-what? you were sleeping?” his ears were red again. you shake your head. and he sighs, a little alleviated.

“no, i wasn't” you started chuckling because of his face. “it's fine, jake.. i have to say it's a little funny.” you confess before chewing a toast.

“i'ts so embarrassing” he whines, dropping his head on his hands, like throwing a tantrum. “what i'm gonna do next?” he says with furrowed eyebrows. eyes fixed on the table, zoning out.

“i fear i have to lock up in your room,” you say, pretending to be serious. you didn't want him to feel this bad, so you try to light the ambiance.

“yeah, that's a good idea.” he nods and looks up at you, totally agreeing with what you just said. his look makes you smile as you get up, grabbing your empty plate.

“you're like an animal or something?” you murmured, making him shake his head.

“i mean no, but i don't wanna bother you” he complains again. meanwhile, you wash your plate as you look at him struggling on the table.

“i'm not gonna lock you down, jake.” he quickly stands up, with a big smile on his lips. something came to his mind.

“then i'm gonna lock me down by myself.”

today is sunday morning, and the sun that is coming from the curtains makes you start blinking as you turn your head to the opposite, waking you up.

and you are about to stretch yourself in bed like you always do, but then you feel something that is stopping you from moving. more specifically a body.

blinking a couple of times, you look behind you. and there, between the white bed sheets, it's jake, completely asleep with his head peacefully resting against the pillow.

you immediately feel the racing of your heart as you gasp. so you turn again to stop looking at his face and notice his arms around your waist, stopping you from moving away. they are holding you like you are his personal teddy bear or something.

so, without waking him up, you try to take off his arms, but his grip is firm around your stomach. and after a few tries, you finally made yourself free from his hands. but when you were about to stand up, he pulled you against his chest again, making you yelp.

this was some habit he has, you thought.

you stay there with your face against the pillow for a couple of seconds. and then, finally, his grip slowly loosens.

“you're awake?” you murmur without moving. you don't want to look at him since you probably have your face completely red.

“hm..” he says and turns around, taking his hands away from you and making himself more comfortable against the pillow.

you sit up next to him and look at his body. he's still sleeping, with his arms now under the pillow.

“you sneaked up into my room while i was sleeping, maybe i should looked you down,” you said, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. he didn't say anything.

after a couple of minutes of complete silence, you get up and go to the bathroom.

and an hour later, while you are making breakfast, you see jake coming with slow steps. standing up next to you with his eyes glued on the floor. his arms stiff on his sides.

“ah, the sleeping beauty,” you grin, cutting some fruit. he stands up closer, finally making you look up at him with a raised brow.

“i sleep in your.. bed.” the murmur that slips out of his lips made you smile.

“yeah? i didn't notice” you answer finally laughing because of his face full of guilt.

“i'm really sorry.. i promise you that i locked my door. i even put two boxes in front.” he talks as he looks at you ashamed. his eyes shine with guilt.

“here.” you extend him a mug with coffee. he blinks, grabbing it in his hand. and with a mid-open mouth, he looks at you confused.

“why you're never mad at me when i do this type of thing?” he asks all of a sudden while you keep doing your thing without looking at him.

“it's not your fault,” you say before biting the inside of your cheek, eyes fixed on the fruit.

“yeah, but anyone would be mad or uncomfortable,” he refutes, searching for your eyes. you don't raise your head. “then why?”

“i don't know..” you walk to the fridge, shrinking. this is starting to make him feel nervous as he follows you with his eyes.

“are you not telling me something?”

you are grabbing some yogurt when you froze for a couple of seconds.

“what? no” you scoff, nervous. he puts the mug on the table, approaching you with slow steps.

“what is it?” his soft tone made you finally look at him.

“i don't mind those kinds of things, okay?” you finally say, letting the yogurt on the fridge again and closing it. jake stays there with a surprised face and a little confused. “that's the reason.”

“what does that mean?” he makes three more steps and is standing right in front of you.

“i don't know. i just like it when you're around me and.. stuff.” a smile starts to grow between his lips, finally understanding what you didn't, or didn't want to.

his smile grows wider as he stares at you, making you swallow.

“i like to be around you, too.” your heart is about to blow out of your chest when you hear him.

“good then.” you nod, avoiding his eyes again.

and now that you noticed you were trapped against the fridge and his frame in front of you.

“you're not good at expressing yourself when you aren't joking, aren't you?” he murmurs and tilts his head. he was almost towering you, making you look up a bit to look at his eyes.

“you realize that just now?” you ask ironically. he shakes his head with a grin.

his sudden confidence made you want to rip the smirk out of his face. you want to push him. you want to run away and hide because you're feeling exposed.

after a couple of seconds in silence, he speaks

“you haven't.. noticed yet?” his voice was sweet, and his eyes soft. you looked at him, waiting. “all this time, i liked you.”

you stare at him in shock. the voice didn't want to come out. then look to the floor, and then back at him, avoiding his eyes.

“we're.. i think we..” you were trying to search for the right words, but your mind was in a trance.

“we..” he moves his head a little lower, closer, making you unconsciously lean back, as you feel your face hot and your heart beating fast.

“i think.. we mutually like each other.” you finally lock eyes with him, and a smile appears again between his lips. from this distance, you can see all his features.

“mhm.” jake slowly nods.

his shiny eyes and big smile mesmerize you. and without thinking about it, you lean over and peck his lips.

he stays there with wide open eyes and mouth, his confidence from seconds ago falters, making you chuckle as you lean back. when he finally hears your laugh, he wraps his arms around you, capturing your arms, and shutting you up.

“that wasn't long enough,” he complains, squeezing your body against his without harming you as you smile.

“it was..” you answer with a chuckle. jake shakes his head in disagreement.

that definitely wasn't enough.

then he leans to you, giving you a longer kiss.

[julessuretries]

Seeing people call Ragatha an "abuser" post episode 5 is actually insane to me because for me, episode 5 singlehandedly sold me on her character, whereas before I was kind of apathetic.

She's not "toxically positive" - she's just got some sort of fawn response given her mommy issues and feels like she needs to be "well-behaved and proper" in order for people to like her.

One of my closest friends from college was exactly like this and it was hard to see them go through the recurring issue of being unable to break past surface-level acquaintanceships with people precisely because they were "too nice". Like, do you know how uncomfortable it is to have to explain to someone they'd probably have an easier time connecting with people if they, just, stopped being overly helpful? It's a really weird conversation to have: like, am I actually encouraging this person to be worse? I kid you not at one point I think I actually said "you'd be better of if you were meaner", but, like, no one else was willing to say it and he was desperate so I guess I had to.

But unfortunately the only person who'd ever be bold enough to do that in the show is Jax (because he's literally already done it) but it's hard for Ragatha, or anyone, for that matter, to take any advice he gives sincerely even if he's kind of right because he's already such a jerk (and might be projecting some of his own mommy issues if we're being honest).

Looking back at the pilot, Ragatha's behavior towards Pomni seems all the more depressing. She literally pounced on the opportunity to befriend Pomni from minute one because newcomers are rare and I imagine she's been lonely for a very long time. Which is why seeing Jax do a better job bonding with Pomni gets under her skin because from her perspective she's put in way more effort and therefore deserves her friendship more. That's obviously a very transactional and problematic way of viewing relationships, but isn't surprising given what we've learned about her upbringing. She's likely been taught that love is something that can be earned with enough effort and is now reaching her limit having to come to terms with that not being the case.

The best things in life come free. Genuine connections have to form naturally. While I'm not totally convinced that Jax is being fully honest in his attempts to befriend Pomni, I do think he understands something that Ragatha doesn't. People want to be friends with people they can relate to and trust. And even if Pomni isn't a jerk like Jax, she at the least can rest assured she's seen the worst of him, whereas Ragatha could reveal her "real self" at any time. It's about taking a calculated risk - even if Ragatha deep down is still a nice person (which I personally think she is), there's no way for anyone else to know that for sure. It's less risky to be friends with people who are more open about their flaws than with someone who feels like they could crack at any moment and you'd have no idea what would spill out.

Ragatha is a really tragic character but also so incredibly real. Unfortunately even if she did decide to be more "genuine" with who she was as a person she'd still have a long journey ahead of her, since I'm not very convinced she even knows who she is.

Wow this episode was good.

“We need more complex female characters”

YALL COULDNT HANDLE HER

It’s crazy that her character flaw is thinking that if she ever expresses a negative emotion everyone will dislike her and yall immediately proved her right. Goddamn.

[hitomisuzuya]

i think we need more of kabukimono with a cat reader whos in heat and gives her oral..

kunikuzushi (kabukimono) x fem!hybrid reader. smut. cunnilingus. squirting. breeding kink. kuni is straight babbling and incredibly pussy drunk.

i meant to have this posted a lot sooner. everyone, please stay cool if you are in this nasty heat wave like i am.

heats are always particularly hard on you. for days, kunikuzushi has watched you flit about, all flushed and restless, trying to act like everything was normal.

this suddenly change in behavior is quite frankly fascinating to him. why would you try and hide the fact that you need a little help? he wants to help you, but at the same time, he doesn't understand why are acting like this.

and some selfish part of him that's been in love with you wants you to come ask him for help yourself.

kunikuzushi has never really known what arousal felt like until he met you. and how sweet you were when you caved and finally came mewing to him for help. all flushed, your ears drooping from intense arousal.

"you are the only one that can help me. kuni, please?" you pleaded, "eat me out, fuck me however you want, in whatever hole you want. just please, i can't stand it anymore."

you didn't know how often kunikuzushi thought about breeding you. of using your ears as leverage to fuck you from behind while you claw and cry about his good his cock felt.

he is all too happy to strip you, and part your thighs. to bury his face into your pussy, and eat until the sun came up.

"k-kuni," you whimper weakly, hastily reaching for the back of his head to press his mouth down onto your sopping pussy. "i..need to cum," tears of aroused desperation are falling so prettily from your fucked out eyes.

"shh, it's okay, my pretty kitty," he coos, rubbing your thighs soothingly, "i'll take care of you, i promise. be patient," he brushes his nose against your abused clit. the sensation makes your back arch off the bed, your thighs twitching as you grind needy into his mouth.

"your moans sound way too sweet for me to just finish you now," he swirls the tip of his tongue casually around your clit, groaning in absolute ecstasy as he scoops it into his mouth to suck on.

he has been sloppily tongue fucking you for what felt like hours. the loud, shameless slurping noises were almost enough to feel you feel embarrassed through your hazy lust.

he's been playing with you, taking you just high enough to be on the verge of cumming. keeping you there out of greedy indulgence.

your thighs tremble as he releases your clit with a soft pop. "bad kitties who aren't patient get their wrists tied above their heads," his tongue laps at your clenching hole as stars burst in your eyes. his practically purred words makes your pussy clench.

he groans as your fingernails dig into the back of his head. panting, he lifts his head to lick long, slow stripes up and down your pussy. "although, with you all tied up. defenseless and at my mercy, it would make it easier for me to breed you."

he is babbling now you taste so good.

you shiver as your moans couldn't stop rising in octave. your whole body burns with the shameless need to fuck yourself on his tongue until you couldn't anymore. "please, please breed me," you shamelessly mewl.

kunikuzushi's cock throbs with every word you say. "breed you so full of cum that it swells your belly. and then swells it with something else," he hums drunkenly, kissing and prodding your throbbing clit with his tongue.

he chuckles as one of your hands leaves the back of his head to pinch your nipple as you squirm. "kuni, kuni i am going to cum," your desperate whine sounds so golden in his ears. his fingers massage your thighs, firmly holding them apart.

a sudden realization sets in, and he boldly conveys it as he teases his tongue on your creamy cunt. "i read about something called squirting recently. let's see if i can't get you do that, my pretty kitty- kitty."

his sucks are ravenous as he latches onto your clit again. you gasp in pleasure as he inserts two fingers, gently scissoring your walls apart until he zeroes in on your sweet spot.

he attacks your sweet spot relentlessly, absolutely reeling with the fact that you need him. you are depending on him to make you feel good. and he latched onto that like a starved dog.

pleasure bursts white hot behind your eyes as you writhe. the hot coils of your orgasm curl intense in your core. you squirm feeling another pressure start to bubble up. "kuni! kuni, what's happening. i feel so.. so," your words fall away into almost pornographic moans as your body spasms in bliss.

kunikuzushi smirks as he sucks on your pussy, hooking and burrowing his fingers into your g-spot. "come on, kitty. cum all over my face," he moans, panting, "let me finally taste what's mine."

suddenly, everything inside of you breaks apart all at once. the intensity of your orgasm as it washes over you is so great that it actually deafens sound around you. you didn't know if you were moaning or sobbing in pleasure as you cream on his tongue.

kunikuzushi's eyes roll back into his head, groaning in delight from tasting you cumming on his tongue. "what a good little kitty," he praises, greedily lapping at your release, "i didn't think i could ever like anything so sweet."

[satoruslovey]

*ੈ✩˚Sukuna×wife!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ

In which the king of curses answers all the questions about his appearance which his pretty little wife is curious about

Sunlight pours in through the tall windows in slanted lines, gilding the dark wood floors in gold. The scent of incense curls through the air,faintly floral, warm. It’s quiet. Still. No curses clawing at the gates. No sorcerers to dismember. No blood. No chaos. Just peace, rare and almost too fragile for a place like this.

And in the heart of that stillness lies him, Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses. Slayer of Thousands. Terror of the Heian Era.

No one really knows how someone like you ended up with him.Perhaps,no one would dare to question,not when they know he walks beside you like a living calamity, draped in silk and menace -- in all his glory.

But when he rests his head in your lap, eyes closed, breath steady,

you think the answer might be simple-

he lets you stay.

And more than that

he listens.

"Hmm...I was thinking about something Ryo", you say softly,as you comb your fingers through his hair.

One of his four eyes peek open as it looks up at you,

"What is it woman?" He says

"your hair...do you dye it?" You ask, gentle amused.

"it's natural" he says.

“Burn the ends sometimes,” he admits, begrudgingly. “Makes it darker.”

You hum. “So you do cursed hair rituals. You're adorable.”

"You’re insufferable.”

Still, he doesn’t move. His head remains pillowed on your thighs like it was made to be there.

You reach down to brush a finger along the edge of the hard plate which lays on his face , covering his cheek and eyes,

“And this? Demon jewelry? Ancient warlord fashion?”

"Cursed armor, it's bound to me".

"Very on brand for you, I must say" you tease,

"you're getting brave"

"am I? will you do something about it?"

His jaw flexes as he says, "you wanna find out?"

All he receives is another giggle,

"alright, now tell me, why have I never seen you with a beard? Don't you grow one?",

He doesn’t open his eyes. Just exhales through his nose like you’ve asked the most offensive question imaginable.

“Because I shave,” he mutters.

“You shave? Like… regularly?”

“Do you think my face stays smooth by divine will alone?”

You blink. Then grin.

“Honestly, yes.”

"shut up"

“Fine, fine,” you say, running a finger along the markings on his chest. “These? Tattoos. Are they real?”

“Those are my markings,some are carved. Some were born with me. Some are my power.”

You blink, "you carved them yourself?"

"mmm, no one else was worthy enough to touch me"he grumbles.

"so dramatic"

"Okay what about your hair cut? Who cuts it? Do you go to like a cursed salon,can I come next tim-"

His eyes snap open,all four of them. Sharp. Burning.

“That’s it.” His voice is low, dangerous, and entirely too calm. “Enough questions, woman.”

You grin like you’ve won something. “Aw, did I reach the limit?”

“You passed it. Three questions ago.”

“But you were answering.”

“I was tolerating. There’s a difference.”

He shifts,sudden, fluid, and predatory,until it’s you on your back, and he’s above you now, eyes narrowed like a storm about to break.

“And now,” he murmurs, voice a velvet threat, “you’re going to be quiet.”

You blink up at him, smiling sweetly.

“What if I’m not?”

He bares his teeth.

“Then I’ll give you something better to do with that mouth.”

Yeah that's enough questions for today. Not that you would mind-

A/n- These are questions I would personally ask him , it's 4 am I need to sleep, but tell me how this is?🧍🏻‍♀️also this isn't edited-

[bad268]

Hiiiiii

Could you maybe do smth with kimi antonelli. I had this idea where reader and him are playing mario kart and maybe she finally beats him and teases him about it. And to shut her up he just starts kissing her (if you’re comfortable writing that)

Ps: i looooove your stuff

Shut Up & Drive (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (You have reawoken my Mario Kart side-)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1171

Summary: The Reader challenges Kimi to Mario Kart and wont shut up.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“I am aware that you race cars for a living, but I could totally kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

Those were fighting words you said while flying home one night after a long weekend, where Kimi actually scored well given the circumstances. Many of the drivers were affected by the heat, and there were a few bad accidents that took out a bunch of drivers. 

In the end, only 12 drivers saw the checkered flag. Kimi still brought home points, but you could tell he was feeling the effects of driving in the hot, dirty air for so long. 

That’s why, instead of letting him sleep on the long flight home, you forced him to play Mario Kart with you. You had chugged an energy drink too late in the day. You were wired and ready to make it everyone’s problem.

“Who are you picking?” You asked as you loaded up the screen, slightly bouncing in your seat. “It says a lot about who you are.”

“I don’t know. Is Mario good?” Kimi muttered sleepily as he gave you the side eye.

“Yeah,” You shrugged, “If you like being boring.”

“Well, who do you play then?” Kimi chuckled lightly before leaning his head back against the seat and dropping the controller in his lap.

“Shy guy, always have been, always will be,” You replied immediately as you selected your favorite colour Shy Guy, and watched him stay on the character screen without picking one. “Do you want opinions or are you just trying to waste time?”

“Sure, give me your analysis,” Kimi sighed as he rolled his head onto his shoulder to look at you.

“Well, I don’t really care about character specs, but my friends really like Link, Princess Peach and Dry Bones,” You answered, showing him the characters on the screen.

“What is this one?” Kimi questioned as he landed on your sworn enemy.

“Baby Bowser,” You replied with a grimace, “Well, technically it’s Bowser Jr., but still. Nothing against the character in this game, but I hate him in Super Smash.”

“Did he personally wrong you?” Kimi chuckled lightly at your reaction.

“Yes,” You replied seriously. 

“I highly doubt that.”

“Just don’t question me,” You waved him off by bumping your shoulder against his. “Worst case, you can always choose your Mii character.”

“I’ll just go with…” He paused, using his controller to go around the characters before landing on one, “Luigi.”

“Hot, okay,” You joked as you confirmed your own character and moved to select your karts. “I like motorcycles, but that’s just me. Pick whatever you want.”

“Hey, this one looks like my car!” Kimi chuckled, selecting it immediately as you moved into the course selections. “What is the easiest one?”

“Baby Park,” You answered, going through the courses to find the specific one. You found it easily after playing it so many times and clicked to load it up.

“So, is there a reason you selected Big Blue?”

“Because I never lose Big Blue.”

“I see how it is,” Kimi said under his breath as your two characters lined up for the race. “Are you scared I’ll win?” “Nope,” You said, popping the ‘p’. “I’ve never lost Big Blue.”

“Well, get ready to.”

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed as you got a boost off the line. Before you even reached the first row of boxes, you went from 12th place to the top five while Kimi was still down in 9th. “Are you even trying? Oh my gosh, you suck.”

“It’s the first corner,” Kimi defended with a smile, “We have-how many laps is this? Three or five?”

“Why would it be five laps?” You scoffed as you threw a couple of red shells at the characters ahead of you and got up to second place. “It’s always three laps. And you better start getting better because there is not a lot of race left.”

“We’re not even done with the first lap,” Kimi said under his breath as he got into the top five.

“You’re not,” You cheered mockingly as you crossed the line for the first lap. “Y’know, this type of dominance could really bore fans.”

“We’re not even doing this with an audience,” Kimi muttered, stealing a glance at you as you focused on the game. “Should I be concerned?”

“You’re just jealous of my skills,” You teased, “You can admit it.”

“That’s not it,” Kimi trailed off as you moved into the third and final lap. Kimi had moved up to second at this point and was harbouring a red shell, but he didn’t have the heart to throw it at you when he saw that all you got were coins.

“What did I say?” You exclaimed accidentally, slapping a hand over your mouth when you remembered you were on a commercial flight. You cleared your throat before apologizing and dropping to a whisper as you shook Kimi’s shoulder, “What did I say? I told you! I don’t lose Big Blue! Never have, never will!”

“Yeah, I saw that,” Kimi chuckled as his character crossed the line in second.

“I don’t care if you are a professional driver or not! I am just too good on this track!” You continued boasting as the leaderboard appeared on the screen. “You should really take a few pointers from me. Like, don’t get rid of all of your items as soon as you get them, or maybe don’t fall off the side sometimes.”

“Okay, I get it,” Kimi sighed, but still looked at you with a soft smile on his face as he listened to you rant. 

“Or maybe hit the gas and use the exit boosts! I can show you how to drive a manual!” You continued enthusiastically. “It’s crazy how you never used a speed boost once. I am like a master at it, so I can give you a few pointers.”

“Oh, can you?” Kimi teased lightly, but you missed it completely.

“Or maybe you just need more practice!” You gasped a little louder than you had previously. “We have a super long flight back home, I know you don’t have anything to look over or do work or school-wise, and we can just play the whole time! I can show you shortcuts and teach you the ins and outs of all of the circuits, and -”

The next thing you knew, you couldn’t talk. Your eyes widened as your breath had been taken away by Kimi’s lips on yours. It took you by surprise, but it was never an unwelcome surprise to be kissing your boyfriend. It only took you a second to react, closing your eyes and melting against him. 

You dropped your controller on the tray table with your switch, opting to reach for Kimi’s hand instead when he pulled back with a cheeky smile.

“Are you going to shit up and drive now or do we need to do that again?” He asked lowly as he leaned to whisper in your ear.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

~~~~~

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[aetherograph]

Yeah I'm like your coworker, but I'm also a drag queen that grew up in a showbiz family, so my way of talking trash is a bit heavier on jokes and it took me a WHILE, like years, maybe decades, to figure out how to do that kind of humour and have it make people laugh. I still mess up sometimes. But I was sort of exposed to this idea that there's a way to make complaining and insults funny, which is what Kvetching actually IS.

I am kind to folks in my actions too; but talking trash is a pressure release valve I was taught by drag culture and also Jewish/Showbiz culture. Jokes are how I deal with stress of any kind, and my humor just leans toward mocking the ridiculousness of it all. I have agonizingly high empathy, but very few compassion skills and only moderate sympathy, so jokingly judging others where they cannot hear me and be hurt by it is how I deal with the pain. I would say you're spot-on in your assessment there.

The differences between me and this guy are I'm not a dude that was raised with or wants to interact with toxic masculinity + I've had extensive therapy, so I have enough theory of mind to be self-aware + I was taught that being giving FEELS good and feels better than receiving a lot earlier than this coworker, who seems to be just now learning that fact. Good for him! Good for him. I hope this keeps progressing. You're a good influence on people around you.

You ever meet a person who you can just tell is constantly fighting against their own impulse to be kind