gloomuri671

[gloomuri671]

Ugh my man😩🥰

hi may I request fluff with LADS boys x insomniac reader who can't fall asleep/has trouble sleeping? please and thank you 🫶🏻

ive done them here, and I'm adding sylus to the list down here!

If you tell Sylus you can't sleep he'll tell you to let him know before you're going to bed. You don't really understand why because he doesn't elaborate at all - just tells it to you like it's a demand like he normally does but you know he's actually going to be doing something to help you.

You get ready for bed then go find him in his office, gently tapping his shoulder as you tell him that you're going to go sleep now. He quickly closes out whatever he was working on and gets up to follow you to his room. Sleeping with him isn't odd by any means - you just weren't expecting it because more often than not he'd slide into bed after you, pulling you close after a long day of work.

He pulls you into his chest and holds you tightly, talking at you in hopes of distracting you enough for your body to get tired. He teases you a little bit for not being able to sleep without his help, you trying to tell him that's not true but something about the way he holds you, singing a little off tune to offset your mind that actually does help you sleep.

Now he makes it a habit to come and help you fall asleep even if he's busy. He teases you all the while but he won't leave the bed to continue working until he sees you've fully fallen asleep. If you wake up when he's gone then he'll just bring his laptop to bed, holding you with one arm as he does work with the other.

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Can you all imagine my reaction when Caleb came back? Not only is he back, something I took longer to process and even longer to make space and reconstruct my lore web on my wall, the fact that there is ANOTHER ML COMMING SOON?!

Like what in the world?! Is it Rafayel's rival? Is it Astra? I'm so CONFUSED? I'm running out of space on my wall!

[gloomuri671]

Can you all imagine my reaction when Caleb came back? Not only is he back, something I took longer to process and even longer to make space and reconstruct my lore web on my wall, the fact that there is ANOTHER ML COMMING SOON?!

Like what in the world?! Is it Rafayel's rival? Is it Astra? I'm so CONFUSED? I'm running out of space on my wall!

[gloomuri671]

I just know that if the ml ever interact with one another and find out that they all love the same woman, Caleb would brag from Linkon to Skyhaven.

He'd brag about knowing you since you were kids. Being there for your first crush, first day of school, middle, high school, and academy. How you always confides in him. Everything. I have a feeling the others are getting tired of him.

Zayne would immediately remind him that he's right there. Reminding Caleb that Zayne was present for these moments too. Probably also mention that she confides in him too. Even subtly hinting times when you go to 𝘩𝘪𝘮 first. Then it becomes a spiteful contest between Zayne and Caleb.

Rafayel is NOT going to let this go. He'll take up Y/n's time more and more. He'd make excuses to see her again. Why is he suddenly so interested in your personal life? Just tell him how your day went already.

Xavier is going to be around her house and missions more often. He doesn't like the fact that you are close to those two more than you are with him and he's determined to change that. Might lead to another Misty Silhouette... Who knows?

Sylus is probably the only one who doesn't really change. He's confident in himself. You might have known them for a long time, but you're here now. In his home. In his arms. He's not one to back down from a challenge and he doesn't play around when it comes to you. He's the same but you can see that he's spoiling you much more than usual. Not that you're complaining.

[gloomuri671]

If I was saved from a life threatening situation by IGRIS... I would've been like other girls and dream of being a pretty princess who's waiting for her night in shi- dark armor🥰

[gloomuri671]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ୨୧‧₊˚✧ needy sylus

thinking about how Sylus loves to take you wherever he wants and lives for the power of being able to just fuck you anywhere in the N109 Zone possible because he basically owns the city. When you mentioned wanting to visit the vast library of his city and learn more about the history—specifically his own history—he wasted no time taking you there, and rewarded your commendable desire to learn by working you over in the stacks, books flying off the shelves under the weight as he rocked into you. When you told him that you wanted to try out his favorite restaurant, he gladly reserved his usual table but was ballsdeep inside your quivering cunt before the appetizers even arrived. If you ask him to take you nearly anywhere in the N109 Zone, he’s definitely made you cum your brains out there.

But moreover, when the allure of fucking you on tabletops in upscale restaurants has worn off, he loves getting to have you on every stick of furniture you own. It’s already thrilling being the most wanted criminal in the world and venturing into the “normal” world that you come from, casually strolling past his own wanted posters with their trillion dollar bounties displayed boldly, but inviting himself over to your pretty little apartment and waltzing right inside to push you up against the living room wall and fuck into you hard enough that your neighbors hear the rhythmic thumping loud and clear sends white hot shock waves down every vein in his body until they’re bulging underneath his heated skin.

He doesn’t give you many breaks either because once he’s done beating holes into your wall, he’s carrying you with one arm over to your kitchen island; unconcerned with knocking over a mug of coffee or a vase full of fresh flowers. Don’t worry, he’ll send you plenty of flowers to make up for it but, for now, his main concern is in the way you wrap your legs around his waist as he pounds into your rapidly seizing cunt and drag your manicured nails along the skin of his back, raking fresh blood up underneath your fingertips.

Your mouth is a mess of curses and a few beads of drool as he fucks you dumb on the marble counter top and finishes deep within the depths of your pussy for the second time. Sylus reminds you that he goes rounds but knows that he doesn’t have to. He’s fucked that knowledge into you too many times to count. He really only reminds you as a… courtesy. Certainly not a warning.

He can be quite a gentleman, prides himself on it really, but not when he’s peeling your sweaty skin off the glossy counter and carrying you like a bride over to the fluffy white ottoman on your living room floor, that overlooks downtown Linkon, and bending you over to present your cute ass to him. You’re a whimpering overstimulated mess, bent over and spread open for him and, just when he’s thinking that you can’t handle much more and he’s about to pull away and clean you up, he feels the warm curve of your ass pressing up against his still rock hard dick—somehow able to take more of his ruthless pounding and actively begging for it. He can’t help but think that you’re so cute when you’re trying so hard to be a good girl for him. You don’t even have to part your lips to get exactly what you want because he’s fully sheathing himself inside of you, continuing the marathon that he started.

And the last word Sylus ever wants to use to describe himself is needy. Feels so unlike him, but how else can the man describe what exactly it is that you do to him? So fine. Sure. Whatever. You make Sylus… needy. So needy that he’s dropped everything while on working, the very minute he felt his cock stirring while accidentally thinking of you, ventured into a city armed with hundreds of hunters that are just itching to collect his bounty, didn’t bother knocking on your door before fucking you against it, then in your spotless kitchen, and directly in front of a wall length window, and has now thrown you over his shoulder to claim you in the comfort of the bed that you sleep in every night.

That’s the ache that you give him. One single thought of you, a singular image of your face, of your body, infiltrates his head, and he’s turned into this—this beast with a wealth of stamina, enough to have you crying and cumming at the same time—and an admittedly needy man. But he’s more gentle when he places your head on the pillow and spreads your legs out in front of him, looking at your puckered core like a holiday feast. That’s exactly what he treats it as as well. Sylus licks his lips and spares a half-second to kiss you on the forehead before he’s planting his solid features directly between your soaking folds and letting his tongue delve deep into your sex. He eats you out with abandon, until your back is in the sharpest arch off the mattress that he’s ever seen and your fingers are slicing through his scalp and yanking on his alabaster strands to beckon him in further.

He moans into your cunt as he eats his own load out of you, all three of them. He groans against you in pleasure as he sucks the mixture of juices out of you with hollowed cheeks. Sylus swallows the entirety of the wet mess and looks down at you as you pant and catch your breath, your skin glowing from the sweat the two of you have worked up together. When your eyes focus and lock onto his, Sylus doesn’t have to open his mouth at all. The look he’s wearing says everything and perfectly foreshadows that he’s about to fuck you full of his load once again. Before you can say anything at all, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and headed in the direction of your bathroom.

. ݁˖ ‧ ୨୧ if you enjoyed my content, pls consider reblogging ୨୧ . ݁˖ ‧₊

[gloomuri671]

FUCK THIS CLUB UP ! sylus x reader

she’s working to pay her debt and he owns the strip club where she does so.

PAIRING l&ds sylus x female reader.

STATUS ongoing, expect slow updates.

TAGS/WARNINGS sex worker reader, financial hardships, drinking, smoking, language, eventual smut. 

(potential taglist? if people want it lol)

individual chapter warnings. mature themes. 18+ only.  

PROLOGUE

ONE

TWO

THREE

@umazaki 2025 - all rights reserved. do not replicate, repost, edit, or translate my work on any platform. 

[gloomuri671]

Oh my... I'm not getting any better mentally. 🥰🤭

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 🌽 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬- 𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐑 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲!𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬!<𝟑

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 @bernardsbendystraws 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐠𝐨 ��𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬<𝟑𝟑!

𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲. "𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?" 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞-

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ����𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲" 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝-

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐦. "𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧.

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 ��𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. "𝐔𝐠𝐡𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬- 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐧- 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞" 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦- 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞" 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞,𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭<33

©️ 𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐛𝐥𝐥. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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A/N: I got this entry from my order brother. He found it and went through the trouble of translating it to English for us. Everyone say, "Thank you, Idy." Now I owe him those nine hundred gems... Haha 🥲

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I'm an asshole.

I've always know that, people tell me all the time. Not her, though. Y/n L/n, my best friend, has never once thought me in such a bad light. Which is why I'm an asshole. Because I dream of her. I crave her.

"A man could offer me millions of diamonds, but all I'd care about are the ones watching me right now. Looking at me with a hunger I'd only ever fantasize about. Such precious jewels and right now they're all mine," she mumbled in a daze. Her pussy grinding on mine. Oh my fucking.... "All yours," I whispered to her, desperately holding back a whimper. "Oh my god," she gasped. Was she not supposed to say that out loud? Adorable. "All fuching yours," I said again, planting kisses on her neck. These fucking clothes are in my way. Would she be mad if I ripped them off? "Always been," I whispered in her ear, grinding us closer together. Can't I just stay here forever?

"Another dream," I mumbled. Ah, yes, my little secret. I fantasize about my best friend. A guilty pleasure and why I'm an asshole. Because while she's unaware and sleeping peacefully at night, I'm stroking myself to the thought of her. Edging myself to the thought that maybe she'd use her hand like this: slow, with a rhythm she hums to herself so innocently. That same hum she makes up when she's concentrating on something so intently. Or maybe she'd have mercy on me and speed up a bit. Her hands are smaller than mine, but I know they would feel so much better wrapped around me. I see her under me, her nails scratching at my back. Those same nails she got done recently with Margret. I can almost feel it.

Only this time, the dream almost felt.. real? I haven't heard her openly compliment my eyes since we met. But it was so refreshing to hear. Something screams in me, wanting me believe it wasn't a dream. Oh Lord have mercy on me. "Fuck," I muttered. "How stupid can I be?"

Lately, Y/n's been weird. She's always been weird, but today she's weirder than usual - her and those two idiots. I cornered Jordan during soccer practice to hopefully get some answers. If something's wrong with her, why didn't she tell me? "What the hell is going on with Y/n?" I asked bluntly. He visibly got nervous, it makes me realize he hasn't been so nervous around me anymore until now. Was that her doing? "U-umm I don't know what your talking about, dude," he said, "Y/n's been the same old N/n since she was a tot."

Was he seriously trying to lie to my face? "Tell me," I demanded. "Look, babe," he sighed, "Your girl is probably on her period. Give her some space would you? She'll come around when she's ready." I quirked a brow at that. Does he think I'm stupid? I'm not stupid. Was he really trying to blame this on her menstrual cycle? "No she's not," I told him, "I have her cycle on on my phone. She doesn't get them until two weeks from now." His once nonchalant facade faded ever so slowly.

"Even if she was, she wouldn't have ghosted me this weekend," I said. It's true. Y/n comes through my door whenever her period starts. It's one of the reasons I'm paying forty dollars a year on "Flo" to keep track of her cycle. Because, Lord knows, that girl will raid my fridge for my ice cream and will claim all my hoodies. She'd never know I only stock up on ice cream three days before in advance for her. Another secret that will never come to light.

Jordan continued to avoid me question, but now it was clear. Something is going on with my Y/n...and it might have something to do with me. "Did I do something wrong last Friday?" I interrogated. "More like something right," he muttered, but I caught it. "Something right?" I wondered. He panicked and looked around. "Look, Sae," he sighed, "Nothing's wrong. She's just stuck in her head at the moment. Got something on her mind. You know how much of an air head N/n can be." I just turned around and went to the benches. I relaxed a bit knowing I didn't fuck up somewhere between drink number one and Saturday morning.

When I sat down, two hands gently started massaging my shoulders. My eyes widened, but relaxed when she started speaking. "You did great out there," Y/n said, "Like always of course." Something's changed. She's never done this before. I could here some of those lukewarm atheletes hollering and cheering for me in the back. I couldn't careless. "I know," I said, "I've got something to tell you later. Come over tomorrow?"

"Sure, but why tomorrow? Can't I come over today?" She wondered. Of course you could. That's why I gave you a key in the first place. "I've got to do laundry today," I told her. Her grip slightly tightened on my shoulders making me sigh. "Oh," she muttered.

I groaned when she hit a certain spot, such dangerous hands. How could such an innocent woman have such dangerous hands? She kept on for a while, the team huddled on the other side, then she let up. "Thought you might've needed that," Y/n explained. You have no idea. "It was good," I said. She smiled at me then my vision flashed.

She cradled my face with one hand while sat on my lap. She smiled at me. "There's those pretty eyes," she whispered, "So handsome." ... Fucking hell. I almost came right then and there.

My eyes widened and I cough into my jersey. "You okay?" Y/n asked me, "You're being weird today." So are you, I wanted to say, but I held back. "Nothing, I'm just remembered something," I explained. She looked at me weirdly and nodded slowly. What's going on in that beautiful mind?

On the way home, I noticed Jordan following me. "Your house is the other way," I reminded. He caught up a and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I want to hang out with my friend," he said. Is he serious? I side-eyed him before saying, "I'm not interested." Jordan let out an offensive gasp before slapping my shoulder. "So am I," he said, "I'm gay, but not for you, babe. I'm just here to hang out with you because sugar tits is worried about you." I raised an eyebrow at that. Worried about me?

As soon as I open the door, Jordan makes a dash for my bathroom. I clicked my tongue and made a dash for the room too. I take the laundry basket from his hands before he could even attempt to make it for the washing machine. "Fess up, Lujan," I commanded, "Why do want to wash my clothes cause I swear it's because of Margaret-"

"What?! Ew no!"

"Then Y/n?"

"Well-"

"Fess up," I commanded, "Or else I'm telling Y/n about that little Japanese boy you've been texting." He paled at that before trying to come up with words to say after that. "Umm.. You... She... Ummm... Why didn't she choose Margaret!? UGH! Just look in the basket!" He let up. Well that wasn't so hard. It's not like the girls don't already know about the Japanese boy. If they weren't already set on sports then they would've been good FBI agents.

I open up the hamper and search through the clothes until my hand felt... Damp... Slowly I look at the trousers I held in my hands... Oh boy... "We-"

"Yep... Last Friday actually."

All I know is we definitely have to talk.

Idia: I'm never doing this again. Do you know the type of stuff he writes when it comes to her? I would've thought it was a soccer journal if not for the... Other stuff.

Me: Well I need the other stuff. Plz?

Idia: No.

Me:Everyone say "Thank you, Idy!" If you want another Entry from Sae!

Idia:I never agreed-

Me: Please?

Idia:... Fine.

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I can't be the only one who thought of this...

Yuu and the gang meet Skully for the first time and all Yuu could think about was how much they wanted Idia to be here.

Yuu: Gojo?

Skully: Huh?

Idia: Oh my sevens, you're right! This guy is so Gojo coded! White hair-

Yuu: Round shades!

Idia&Yuu: We're in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Trey: What are they talking about?

Malleus: I believe they're talking about the cartoon Yuu had me watch with them.

Skully: Is that a good thing?

Leona: When it's those weebs?

Sebek: It's praise.

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Placing Bets

Sae Itoshi x Reader

A/N: No smut this time! Time to cool your (and my own) horny asses down.

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Dear Diary,

I don't think he remembers anything, but he's suspicious. A part of me wishes he did remember, but the logical side of me says that it's better this way.

I hadn't seen him all weekend, but I got a text from him from the next morning.

Sae   ɴᴏᴡ

Sorry about last night.

Y/N

You remember?

Sae

Yeah

I'm sorry

ʀᴇᴀᴅ

I didn't know how to feel when I read that. No, I did, but I tried to ignore it.

Sae ɴᴏᴡ

If I had known you were going to be harassed like that, I would've told the guys to go by themselves.

Maybe next time we could just go to the cafe you like so much.

Read

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. What did I really expect? Well, it's still better than the alternative. For me at least.

Y/N

Sae, they're your team.

Sae

So? I don't give a shit.

Y/N

Dude

Sae

Yes, no, maybe so?

Cafe before school or not?

Y/N

...

Fine

Sae reacted to your message ❤

Oh, goodness. What am I going to do with him?

When I walk into the cafe, I see him already there with my preferred order by the window. He knew he didn't have to wave me over, so I just walked up to the table. When I say down, he looked up from his phone, then put it away.

Damn it. "Stop looking at me," I mumbled taking sips from my drink, "Too early for this." It came out more mean than I intended, but it's way too early to be turned on.. again. He's my best friend! It's about time I gave him the respect he deserves, just as he does me. He quirks a brow then responds. "I thought you liked my eyes?" He inquired, "Or did I just imagine that?" What. The. FUCK!?

I choked on my drink and pounded my chest as if it would help. Relieving myself, I looked at Sae while I huffed and puffed for air. That handsome fucker was amused. "So I was right," he mumbled. I looked at him quizzedly. What in the world was he thinking? "You remember?" I asked after contemplating if I was going to. "Remember what?" He inquired, "That you told me you like my eyes? You told me when we met I believe." I calmed down after that. "Boldly too."

Okay.. Close call.

We continued the conversation with random topics until it was time to head to school. "Did something happen when you dropped me off?" He suddenly asked. I glanced at him, but he stared forward completely unbothered. I wish I could be like him too: completely unbothered. That moment haunts my dreams. My poor pillow could never satisfy me the same way again.

"Yeah, something did happen," I confirmed, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Then I had to drag your ass into the house for being such a lightweight. Who knew you couldn't hold your liquor well?" I snickered and rushed to the gate of the school. I could only stall for so long. So long before I'd eventually give in and demand answers myself. What the hell happened last Friday night?

But when I look back at Sae who stares at me then shakes his head with a Huff, I'm reminded. Sae Itoshi is my best friend and I'm an asshole for thinking of him in such a sexual light. I should've stopped him before it could escalate further. My dreams should've stayed that way. I took advantage of him.. I owe it to him to tell him the truth.

"What the bloody hell happened?" Margret Butcher slammed her notebook on my desk. She turned around in her seat to face me. She's my girl friend that sits in front of me in class. You could say her and Jordan Lujan are my closest friends after Sae - even before. We grew up together, thick as thieves.

"I wouldn't know what you're talking about," I muttered. I looked back at my notes and started reading them over. Curse her sharp eyes. "You're spinning your pen," she said. I slammed it down on my desk. This was probably my only class without Sae and I didn't want to start thinking about him again! I really do need this class.

"It's.."

"Sae?"

"Cha ching," I mumbled, "We sorta.. Made out in my car last Friday.." Margret gasped and leaned in closer. We were in the far back so any chances of others hearing g us were low. Not like there was much to listen too. "Tell me all about it!" She demanded. She looked over her shoulder looking for a certain someone. "JORDAN! GET YOUR BLOODY ASS OVER HERE!"

Recounting that night to the two felt like second nature to me. When you've honored a friendship for so many years, you're practically family.

"Mary, you owe me twenty," Jordan sang. She grumbled but gave him anyways. I looked at them, not believing what was going on. "You placed a bet!?" I whisper shouted. "Hell yes, sister," Jordan snapped, "You're both practically eye fucking each other every time you're in the same room." Margret laughed in her seat while I stared at them. "You guys," I laughed.

"So did you tell him?" Margret asked. I shook my head no. "Sae is my best friend," I said, "Imagine what he'd think when I tell him I'm the reason there's cum on his pants." Jordan snorted. "Those were good pants too," he weezed, "But he came too! Now you're even!" Margret smacked his shoulder but I could tell she wanted to laugh some more too. "He's going to remember sooner or later," she warned me.

"And I'm relying on the later," I sighed, "I still can't even believe it happened. This stuff only happened in my dreams." Margret smirked at Jordan, who's laughter died down and was now frowning, she held out a hand. "I'll take back my twenty," she smiled mischievously. He grumbled, but gave her back her money. I fumed in my seat, embarrassed.

"ANOTHER BET!?"

Lunch time came around and our table was silent. I had hoped Margret and Jordan would try and make conversation, but their thirst for tea was too strong. "What did you two do this time?" Sae sighed. I snickered while the two gasped offended. "What makes you think it was us?!" Jordan defended himself, "What if it was you two!?" Margret stomped on his foot causing him to muffle a groan. I glared at him causing him to stiffen up more. I glanced at Sae only to see him already looking at me expectingly. Curse those beautiful eyes!

"Jordan thought a tampon was for his nose," Margret said. Jordan gasped betrayed. Sae looked at Jordan disgusted while I tried so hard not to laugh in his face. "Tried sticking it up his nose in PE because he got hit by the dodge ball," she claimed. Jordan was going to protest before he finally caught on. "... Not my greatest moment," he muttered. "What a lukewarm answer," Sae scoffed. I couldn't help but laugh this time, Margret laughed with me, while Jordan flushed embarrassed. "Don't you have three sisters?" Sae asked him. Borden crossed his arms over his chest and looked the other way, suddenly finding the walls more interesting. ".. It's not like I get them myself."

While Jordan and Sae started a whole debate, I couldn't help but watch Sae the whole time. I could see Margret sigh and shake her head at me with a small smile.

Hope you liked it! Next chapter is - Hold up..

I have to tell him. I have to tell him what happened. I owe that to him. But how?

Just got an email from Idy.. Oh, great! He got the thing I needed! Wonder what it is?

Stay tuned~

-Levi

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Under the Influence

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: drinking, make out session, suggestive, sa, grinding

A/N: Oh sevens, have mercy on me. Do not tell my brothers.

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Dear Diary,

Something I learned while living with my grandparents, after my parents divorced, was to always reject overbearing gifts three times before accepting. That's gives the human brain enough time to really consider their options - their choices. At least with my grandparents. It's always stuck with me even until now.

Now, I can hold my liquor quite well. Better than most people some people might say.. At least I hold it better than Sae Itoshi.

Not long ago, Sae is officially eighteen years old. Now we're here celebrating his birthday ina club against his wishes. His team dragged him here to celebrate, so he dragged me with him. Sae is a more respectful man, he doesn't drink, and doesn't even glance at drugs. He studies, practices soccer, and goes to the gym. "A model student," some would call him. Bringing him here was just another excuse for them to drink.. Plus it's a twenty percent discount. It's a pretty good deal!

Perhaps I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it, dolled myself a bit more than usual. Every girl deserves and should feel pretty. Just a tough up here and there. It's my best friend's birthday too! A part of me hopes he'd call me pretty too. He hasn't said it, but... Oh forget it.

"Lil' mama, over here!"

It goes to show, I was attracting the wrong men, sadly. I just walked in and was immediately approached by a group of middle aged men. "I'm here with my friends, sir," I said. He grabbed my waist and let be too the bar. "Oh, I'm sure they'd understand," he waved off. I looked back at the table where Sae and his teammates were waiting for me. They didn't see me yet, but I hoped they'd catch wind and save me. I'm definitely in the wrong shoes for this.

"I'll have a whiskey," he ordered. He looked at me and nodded to the bartender, "Go ahead, doll." You looked over the menu and chose a pricey little drink while giving the bartender a look. He nodded and stared shaking up your drink. "You know how to pick 'em," the man next to you said, "I'm a more old fashioned man myself."

Oh diary, I was so scared. When our drinks came, I took a sip of mine and sighed in relief when I realized the bartender mixed more juice than alcohol, little to none - just enough to calm me down. "What brings you here?" The bartender asked. One by one the men around me answered his question, but by the look on his face, he wanted my answer the most. "My best friend turns eighteen today," I said, "Him and his team are over there waiting for me." They recognized their country's junior soccer team from the counter. "Oh, so go for men in high places?" Another man next to me pondered. He touched my knee and I jolted slightly. I was afraid. "No need to be so eager, sweetheart," he chuckled. I gave a silent plea for the man behind the counter, whom nodded his head, and disappeared from my sight. What was he doing?

"I own one of the more infitely successful companies in Spain," he told me, "I could shower you in diamonds. Jewels that you stare at while window shopping." His slid up to my thigh slowly, stopping at the helm of my dress. The man on my other side played with the stap of my dress. "Would you be my little sugar baby, doll?" What the hell am I supposed to do?! Somebody! I looked around the club and not one person looked sober enough to help me. Anyone! I looked towards Sae's table, my table, and everyone at that table looked completely out of it.

Get me out of here!

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop touching my lady."

Huh?

Stopping my search for any help, Sae and Jordan stood a few steps from me. Jordan, the only other Real Madrid junior player that I could call "my friend." "You her boy toy, shrimp?" Jordan scrunched up his nose, but Saw didn't even flinch. "Yeah, so hand her over," he said nonchalantly, "I don't like you holding her up." Oh. My. God! With the way Jordan was trying not to snicker, I knew my face was red.

It wasn't long before one of the men threw a punch at Jordan. Now a browl broke out between Real Madrid and the middle aged men that flocked around me. "You want another drink, ma'am?" The bartender asked me. I looked at him and scanned over the menu before ordering a drink of my choice. "On the house, sweetie," he told me. "Thank you." I sipped in my drink slowly while the brawl was happening. Sooner or later, the staff would have to break up the fight, but for now.. I'll just watch.

When the fight died down, those men were kicked out and the team stayed for more drinks. This is how I found out that Saw is a lightweight. Best Mid Fielder in the world and he can't hold his alcohol? I'm a little buzzed too, but.. Since when did he become so.. Clingy?

The party died down and I, the designated driver, took everyone home with the van we rented out for road trip games. Oh, if coach ever found out what we were using it for... He'd wonder why we didn't bring him! Oh, but if Sae is a lightweight then coach is the complete opposite of that. The tab would've been doubled.

Pulling up to the school, me and Sae switched cars so that I found drop him off then head straight home. One thing is for sure, I'm never letting Sae drink again. "You can put the seat back, Sae," I said. He complied, but now he was staring at me. "Can you hold my hand?" He asked me. I glanced at him then focused back on the road. Wordlessly, I gently held his hand and relaxed feeling his warm hands - slightly warmer because of the alcohol.

One hand on the wheel, I parallel parked my car in front of his drive way. Turning off my engine, I said, "Okay, we're here." I looked to my little passenger prince and into those dangerously teal eyes. Was he watching me this whole time? "Hard not to," he said, "Your pretty when you concentrate on something. Did I ever tell you that?" Did I say that out loud? Shit. He fixed up his chair to sit up right. Never once did he look away from me though.

He let go of my hand and used it to trace my jaw instead. I shivered under his feather like touch. Eye contact is a dangerous thing with Sae: It's like he was Jafar and could hypnotize me into submission - not too far off actually. Still... He's never looked at me this way before.

Looking at him more closely, I'm reminded that my best friend is drunk and has no idea what he's doing. I cleared my throat and gently pushed his hand down. "You're drunk, Sae," I told him. As much as this hurts, rejecting his touch, I couldn't let him do this to himself - to me.

I open my car door and get out as fast as I could. Once I close the door, I take deep breaths to calm myself down. "What the hell was that?" I whispered. This wouldn't be good for my conscience. Whatever it was - whatever I was feeling - whatever he was feeling.. "I'm blaming it on the booze," I muttered.

I took the keys and unlocked his house door, only now realizing that the birthday boy isn't with me. I'm reminded that my passenger prince can't open his door on the inside and came back. I looked through the window to see him nodding off slightly and giggled. I opened up the door and peeked my head in. "Sorry about that," I said, "C'mon, I'll help you to bed."

I reached out my hand and yelped when I was suddenly pulling into the car. Landing face first into his chest, the door was pulled shut, and the recliner pushed back. I gasped and scrambled to get up. "Where you going?" Saw asked. There was something different about his tone. I froze and looked down at him. His legs were open as far apart as the car would let him. "Come here," he beckoned, patting his lap expectingly. I gulped, but complied.

"Sae, bestie, you're drunk," I told him. He nodded and nuzzled his head into my neck. I'm sure he can feel my pulse, the shiver I felt when I felt his breath on my neck, the goosebumps I felt when his arms trapped me to him. "I know," he assured.

One

"It's me, Sae," I told him, "It's me, Y/n, your best friend." His breath became shakey and he kissed the pulse on my neck. "I know, Y/n," he answered back.

Two

"You're gonna regret this in the morning," I warned him. He shook his head and trailed kisses up my neck, to my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose. "I won't," he said. My breath shook, before I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Three

I let it escape me like broken dam that's been slowly coming down after so long. I finally kiss him. I could taste the Hennessey on his tongue, just as sure he could taste the Rum off of mine. His lips were soft, everything I imagined. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned. Oh, shit.

My last bit of restraint left me and mounted his lap like I would a horse. I kissed him with ever bit of desire I held for him. I opened my eyes, but his were closed. I sighed in disappointment. I would've loved to look into his eyes right now too. Closing them again, I instead focused on the hands that started to roam my body. I returned the favor.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss to come up for air. I would've loved to drown in him longer, but I didn't want to overwhelm him. No, not when I finally get to kiss him after all this time. I precked his lips, then his cheek, his jaw, all the way down to his collar bone. His breath was heavy, and I reveled in ever second. Searching his neck for that one spot, once he let out a moan, I attacked it desperately. "Make that sound again," I whispered. He called for me among his curses. Oh, fuck I'm a goner.

When his hands made their way to my ass, I knew it was over for me. Giving a squeeze, my breath shallowed and I suppressed a moan. Noticing this, he did it again until he was playing with it as if it was play doh. My dress hiked up a bit, but I could care less. Especially when the tormentor of my dreams is right under me.

What other sounds could he make? His lustful gaze filled me with determination. I fully sat down on his growing buldge and circled my hips slightly. His breath hitched, a loud moan came from him, eyes blown wide. "There's those pretty eyes," I muttered. I grinded down on him, my hand cupping his face as if he was fine China. "So handsome," I whispered. Perhaps he heard me the first time, because now be fought to keep his eyes open. Never once looking away from me. Oh if only he knew what he did to me. Or maybe he did?

One hand on my ass and the other on my hip, he helped guide my hips on him, grinding up to meet me half way too. A shakey moan leaves my lips before I could stop it. Hes kissing me again, only this time, he's looking me in the eyes while doing so. A man could offer me millions of diamonds, but all I'd care about are the ones watching me right now. Looking at me with a hunger I'd only ever fantasize about. Such precious jewels and right now they were all mine. "All yours," he whispered to me. "Oh my god." I said that out loud too!? "All fucking yours," he said again, planting kisses on my neck. There would most likely be marks in the morning, what a hassle. "Always been," he whispered in my ear, grinding us closer together. I moaned at the sensation.

Maybe the Vodka hit me harder than I thought. Because now I'm most likely soaked down there. Sae would never say that to any girl who showed interest. I've seen it may times before: The love struck fan confesses her love, but Sae doesn't even spare them a glance. Now I'm imagining he'd declare himself all for myself? But I wish that was so. So I'll believe he ment to say that for now.

"F-fuck, right there," I whimpered. My hips feverishly grinding down where his buldge hit the spot just right. Over and over and over again. "S-Sae," I whimpered. He finally left my neck alone, helping me reach my high, kissing my lips like he would in my dreams. "C'mon, babe," he told me, "私のために兼. (Watashi no tame ni ken.)" Oh, f-u-uck. That's it.

Riding out the high of the moment, Sae let out a loud groan. Looking down at his lap, I gasped when I saw the mess we made. I saw the creamy white slowly trying to escape from his pants. I let out a shakey moan and tried to get off him. He held me in place, though.

"Thank you," he whispered into my hair, "I love you." My heart skipped a beat. "I love you," I said without thinking. It was only when his arms tightened around me did I realize what I had done. "Oh no," I thought out loud, "Oh no no no no no." I got up, rolled the window down, reached my hand out and opened the door from the outside. Was he fucking serious.

Getting out of the car, I fixed my dress and helped Sae out of the car. He looked confused and I wouldn't blame him: I was too. Locking my car, I helped into his house and to his room.

I took off his shoes and changed him out of his dirty sweaty clothes. He'll thank me later. Since it's his first time drinking, he'll know the horrors of waking up and smelling like shit, but at least he'll be in fresh clothes and not in the ones that already probably smell like shit and would get worse the longer he waits til the morning. My breath hitched when I saw his cum soaked underwear. It didn't help that Sae looked like he was studying my reactions.

Once he closed his eyes I finally let myself sober up and pace his room. "Why the fuck did you do that!? Bad, Y/n. Don't you know how much he trusts you?" I quietly scolded myself, "I'm such a bitch. I couldn't even keep my hands to myself! Taking advantage of your crush when he's drunk is the dumbest and shitiest thing I could've ever done." I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at Sae, who was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

"Look at you," I whispered, "Sleeping peacefully while I'm left to ponder what the fuck I'm supposed to do now." I looked at the blanket over him and fixed it better so that he could feel more comfortable. I looked at the AC and turned it down a bit, making it colder, so that I would be less sweaty in the morning. "Why must you torture me so much? Don't you know how much I love you, soccer genius?" I laughed slightly, "Pfft- "I love you" my ass... Wish you were sober though." I sighed softly. Took his shoes and left the room.

He'd forget it all in the morning.

I'm never letting him drink again. It's bad for my heart.

Oh my.. What have I done? Anyways, that's progress.. Maybe. Now this is getting interesting.

What do you think will happen?

-Levi

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Dear Diary

Sae Itoshi x Reader

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Dear Reader,

My name is Levina Shroud. This will be my first ever Tumblr series. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing them.

-Levi

Chapter One: It's His Eyes

Chapter Two: Native Tongue

Chapter Three: Under the Influence

Chapter Four: Placing Bets

Chapter Five: Entry #??

Chapter Six: Come with Me

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Native Tongue

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive

A/n: No smut in this chapter. Just You being a simp. (Me too)

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Dear Diary,

It's his native language.

His eyes shine like diamonds. While I love my jewels, there is something about his native tongue that plaques my mind. Today he spoke to me and, while I understand a bit from our tutoring sessions, I couldn't understand him. He puzzled me, something he hasn't done so since I first met him. "あなたも私のことを空想しますか?" He asked. (Anata mo watashinokoto o kūsō shimasu ka?) "What did you say?" I asked. He stayed quiet, smirked at me, and laughed. "Nothing, nothing," he assured. His shoulders relaxed. I didn't even know they were tense in the first place. "No what you say?" I asked again, my eyebrows furrowed. "If there's a problem then let me help you," I demanded. He ruffled my hair again and walked ahead of me. "Maybe I'll ask again after practice," he said. I jumped and smacked my hand down on his shoulders making them tense again.

"OW!"

"SO YOU DID SAY SOMETHING!"

He, in fact, did not tell me what he asked for. Maybe he shouldn't have asked in the first place. Jury, I am a horrible friend and I plead guilty. Now, not only do his eyes haunt me but his voice as well. His native tongue to be specific. His accent, paired with his deep voice are enough to keep me awake at night.

My body goes against my wishes as does my mind. Now I yearn to hear him speak in his language again in my fantasies. Yet knowing so little about his, it never happened.

"くそ!" (Kuso!) Sae shouted once on the field. I looked up from the water bottle I was refilling and looked at the  him confused. "What did he just say?" His coach glanced at me and remembered, "Oh, yeah! You're his language arts tutor. All he did was say " fuck" in Japanese. He curses sometimes under his breath. Hearing him curse is quite rare." I hummed at that in thought. "We all have our off days, I guess," I mumbled.

One time in class, Sae and I were doing a group project together and Jordan poured in the wrong vial. "馬鹿野郎! (Baka yarō!)" He shouted at him. I was confused and so was he. Peter on my left snorted before saying, "He called you an idiot." I laughed boisterously, Peter following me, while Jordan shrank down embarrassed. "I figured that," he grumbled, "You didn't need to translate it. I watch anime." That only made us laugh louder.

Another time, Sae and I were heading to lunch but caught the Math teacher and Gabrielle. "なんてふしだらな女なんだ. (Nante fushidarana on'nana nda.)" He sneered. Using my Google Translate, I caught what he said, but didn't say a word. He took my hand and hurried me to the cafeteria. "The faster we get our food, the faster we can leave," he muttered. I could in my hand while I pocketed my phone. "What a slut," he said. "Huh?" I wondered. He looked back at me with those cold eyes. "I said What a slut," he repeated, "Next time just ask me for a transition. Sometimes Google Translate isn't so reliable." Embarrassed, I gripped his hand a little tighter and held my phone in my pocket a little closer. "Sorry," I mumbled. I could've sworn he had a small smirk on his face. Yet when I blinked it was already gone. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.

When we sat down for lunch, he stared at me while I ate my food. I felt small under his watch. He was comforting, a shelter I wanted to reside in forever, but those eyes.. they made me weak. Jordan snickered already knowing what was going on through my head. I glared at him before looking at my tormentor: My warden who makes sure I remember who entrapped me in the first place. "Do you need something?" I asked him slightly irritated because of Jordan.

"You like me speaking in my native language," he said bluntly, "Don't you?" I froze and Jordan bursted out laughing. Registering what he said, I blushed red from embarrassment. "W-was that obvious?" I wondered. Fuck, now I stuttered. Great. Just great. "Not really," he said. (Yes it was.) He finally relieved me of my stress by looking at his plate instead. "I'll make sure to speak more in them for you," he said smoothly. Not an ounce of embarrassment, no second thoughts, no regret, just confidence. WHAT THE FUCK!?

"I'd like to hear you speak in your native tongue too," He requested. Jordan wiggled his eye brows at me. I scoffed at threw a piece of my food at his, which he unfortunately caught it in his mouth. Feeling his eyes on me again, I looked back at him, shrinking down in my seat. "S-sure, sure, cool," I nodded.

Sae is going to be the death of me!

Right now, She's got me in a chokehold. If you couldn't already tell. More to come later!

What do you think Sae asked you about?

-Levi

P.S.

Drop down your native language in the comments!

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WHAT!? HE DID WHAT!? DISNEY! I WANT TO PLAY THIS EVENT TOO! WHY ARE YOU KEEPING HIM FROM ME!? I WANT TO SEE SKULLY TOO!

I'VE BEEN A TIME BURTON GIRL SINCE FOREVER AFTER! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME AWAY FOREVER! 😭 I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE! I CAN'T JUST SEE HIM IN TUMBLR! PLEASE!

Umm so MC is basically Skully’s hostage/forced accomplice now 😭😭 AS IF KISSING MC WASNT ENOUGH

[gloomuri671]

It's His Eyes

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: smut, fingering, masturbation, noncon, first smut writing

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Dear Diary,

It's his eyes.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul and I'd like to agree. Maybe that's why I'm in love with positions where I can see into his.

I saw him today while we passed each other in the hall. It was a brief moment, but we made eye contact. That single moment made my whole day.

My best friend, Sae Itoshi. We met in High School when he came to play in our country's team. It's too bad he'll have to stop playing with them when he's 18. I'll miss him. Teaching him our language wasn't as hard as his coach told me it would be. Maybe it's because Sae doesn't listen to the coach that much. Making plays based on "gut feeling" and just going with the "flow."

Maybe that's why we're good friends? Because I don't fit in as much as he does. It's the usual story, the homeschooled book worm prefers to step away from crowds because she's not comfortable. Yet Sae, who blends in well despite coming from a whole different country, would rather stick with me instead of his teammates at lunch. "They're too loud," he told me. "I know that for sure," I laughed. He ruffled my hair and looked over my shoulder. "They fuck in chapter thirteen," he said. I gasped and jumped, "I KNEW IT!" But then it occurred to me... "You spoiled it for me, you dork!" Maybe he hung around me more because I help him with our language? It helped me learn his a lot better anyways, so we're helping each other. "Wait you read?" I asked out loud. Sae gave me a look and flashed me his Kindle. My smile widened and I tackled him without a second thought.

Oh

But Sae...

Please forgive me.

I'm just a girl. Your eyes, they shine like diamonds in my dreams and we girls just love our jewels. In my dreams, you watch me as I play with myself. I never cease to shiver under your cold gaze. It's hard not to. Stroking myself - edging myself. "Please, please, please," I whispered.

"What?" You asked while scoffing, "I'm not a mind reader Y/n. You have to tell me what your asking for." So close! I'm so close! But I know my fingers can't reach the spot I barely graze as well as you could. Just the knowledge of that makes me go cold and miss my high. Yet it brings back a certain want and desire. "Touch me please!"

Slowly, you'd walk towards me ever so slowly talking your time. The anticipation, the need to have you here. Inside me instead of myself.. It gets me going. Waiting. Yet when I'd stop, you would too. So I don't, I don't stop. Your name runs off my tongue like a mantra. "I need you please," I begged. Your beautiful blue eyes never looked away from me, as if you knew what they do to me.

Yet when I'm finally at the edge about to tip off, you look away. You look down at me playing with myself. "No no no no," I whined, "Look at me! Please!" You don't by the way. You stare down at her instead. "I am," you claimed, "You're so beautiful." You fell on to your knees and kissed the inside of my thigh. "So beautiful." Finally, you look back up at me. My breath shakes then it leaves me. You're so handsome down there.

"Y/n."

Just like that, I'm woken from my day dream. "You okay? You zoned out on me." I take my eyes off the whiteboard in front of me and look into... Those dangerously beautiful eyes that haunt my days and lonely nights. Sae Itoshi, my desk mate in college. My best friend, one of my only friends actually.

I noticed I was staring and cleared my throat. "Sorry about that," I said, "These are the phrases Mr. Demetri gave me to go over with you..." Like nothing happened, we went over the next assignment in language arts. My fantasy long forgotten.

Forgive me, Sae. I can't stop thinking about you.

P.S.

Should I make it a series?

- Levina

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Is That so Wrong?

Is this wrong?

To want a companion who'd cosplay any character that I find attractive with no questions asked? No judgement?

There he is dresses head to toe as that sexy man I've fantasized about in my dreams. When I'd blankly stare off in class and imagine being right here, on my bed, with him over me - taking me. Teaching me things I've never knew before. There he is, all mine and I his.

Yet, there he lies beneath me. Grasping my hips as I take him for all he's worth. The man I fantasized is now whimpering, begging for me. The tables are turned, yet.. I don't hate it. Look at him. Such a pathetic mess. His hair all messy, his face covered in my favorite shade of lipstick, sweat and tears running down his face. His tears shine like diamonds to me. They make me feel like the wealthiest woman alive. I need to see more. Oh, that look he's giving me. It sends shivers down my spine. Don't ever stop looking at me like that.

"Please, please, please, please!"

"You don't even know what you're begging me for... You're doing so well. Just a little while longer.❤"

Is it so wrong to want to see my man crumble to pieces bellow me?