#actually drooling over this middle aged man

[mysicklove]

CW: reader sucking nanamis dick lol, me playing up nanamis old manness bc i am picturing him as a middle aged man, no power dynamics, nanami cums on your face n realizes he may have a kink, reader is ":3" coded, unedited for now bc i need sleep

a/n: wrote this cause im down bad. not written well tho LOL

"Are you sure you like this? I dont want your jaw to hurt..." Nanami questions, furrowed browed as he gently traces the skin near your temple.

You were kneeling in front of him, hands placed on his thighs and grinning at him. "I want to. I really, really want to. Been thinking about it all day."

"You are quite eager."

"Arent you?" Your eyes trail to cock in your hand, completely hard and flushing a shade of red. His work attire was still on, and you just unbuttoned his pants enough so that only his dick was free. You had a thing for the work attire - you couldnt help it, he looked incredibly good in a suit.

In return, Nanami just rubs at his mouth, not denying it. Then he pets your hair, settling in his chair. "Okay, but I wont be mad if you grow uncomfortable."

You rolls your eyes at him, pressing your cheek against his cock. "You coddle me too much. I will not die from sucking dick, Kento."

He stays quiet at this, just silently brushing your hair back into his palms, holding it away from your face. It was polite, all things considering. You smile at him, while your tongue drags from the base of his cock to the tip.

You continue to prep yourself, licking and gently kissing the shaft, while Nanami watches in silence. Then, you put your mouth over him and begin to suckle the tip. A sigh is let out from the man, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes, wanting to watch the lewd sight.

Your head find a steady motion - bobbing up and down until you gag and pull off. He pretends that the sound doesnt turn him on, feeling bad that something uncomfortable for you sends blood rushing to his groin.

When you pull away, slightly panting, he rubs at your lips, now coated in saliva. "Are you okay?"

"You're doing it again, Kento. I am not a child - I've sucked other mens dick before."

He blinks at this, before frowning and forcing you back on his cock by your hair. But, when he heard your giggles from below, he realized quickly that you only said that to tease him. He sighs at that, shaking his head. "Do you like making me upset?"

You hum around his cock, letting drool purposefully fall from your mouth and down till it reached his balls - it was always bettter when it was sloppier, or so you have heard. But, you pull away quickly to answer him, tilting your head to the side so that you can continue to lick his shaft.

"Kinda fun to - you get this look in your eyes. Its weirdly sexy seeing you mad."

His non dominant hand goes back to caressing the skin on your face and his eyes soften. "I would never actually be mad at you."

You make eyecontact with him as you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the redden tip, ignoring the salty taste of pre. Then you give the head another kiss, pressing your nose against it. "I know. You're too soft around me. Its cute, I dont mind it."

"I'm glad," he breathes, and then he pauses, gulping, and looking away, "Then if you dont mind, can you go a little farther down? If its not too uncomfortable, of course."

You obey with little hesistation, mouth coming closer to the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen. This time he groans out, and cant help but shut his eyes at the warm feeling of your throat. You try your best to focus, but seeing your lovers face contort with pleasure was too pretty to not watch.

His hips move from his chair, slightly bucking into your mouth like he couldnt control them. It makes a lewd noise in the back of your throat, and he groans hearing it. You continue your movements, and with each moment, his cock gets wetter from the amount of saliva coated on it.

Large, callused finger tips run over your neck, feeling the way his dick creates a small bulge, and he lets out a shaky breathe. "Fuck. Wow, you are something. Doing so well, thank you, thank you, fuck."

Tears are beggining to prick at your eyes from the lack of air, but still you try your best to nod at him, even if the action sends him groaning out again.

He was growing overheated from the whole thing, and you watch as he removes his tie and unbuttons the top part of his shirt. The sight makes you slightly moan, and it sends a vibration up Nanami's spine.

When you pull away for another breathe, he lets out a noise close to a whine, and you hold back a chuckle. "Looks whose the one eager now." You tease, and his cheeks pinken slightly as he looks away.

"You really treat me so well."

"You think I am good at sucking dick?"

A lewd way to put it, and Nanami wouldnt phrase it like that, but alas, he nods his head, before guiding you back onto his cock. You in return laugh, and immediately go back to work.

With each bob of your head, he gets more into it, now slightly pushing you down farther by your hair. You don't mind it, and Nanami begins to pant from the pleasure, deep and breathlessly. The sound only spurs you on.

It doesnt take much longer for his abdomen to tighten up, and the feeling of his orgasm to approach. You could tell he was close to coming, even without a warning from the way his grunts seem to grow louder. So you continue your pace, trying your best to hold out without a breathe until he cums down your throat.

But, to much of your suprise, he pulls you off from him by your hair. You try to protest, wanting him to cum in your mouth, but he simply grabs at his cock with his other hand and pumps it a couple of times before aiming it at your face.

Cum shoots out of the wet head, and you are forced to shut one of your eyes as the white liquid lands on your upper cheek and eyelid. The rest lands on a multitude of places on your face, causing you to squint your one opened eye. He groans the entirity of it, and so you let him cum all over your face, finding the noise cute.

But when he is done, you simply wipe off your eyes, leaving the rest for now, and blink up at him with a small frown. "You know it would be alot cleaner if you would have came down my throat."

Nanami just stares at you, eyes scanning your face. Then, you notice the tint of red that danced on his cheeks and ears. Your face lights up at the realization. "I knew you had some sort of kink. You're not as vanilla as I thought, Kento! Who would have thought cumming on my face would do it for you."

"You just look...so pretty like this." A laugh falls from your lips, as your eyes travel back to his cock that was beginning to harden again. Now, it was time for the real deal - you almost squeal in excitement as you drag him to the bedroom.

[eveningepiphany]

something about the legs | h.s oneshot

summary: something about your best friends legs really does it for you, especially in skinny jeans…

warnings: besties with unexpected and very impulsive benefits, oral sex (mrec), lots and lots of talk about those mfing legs and thighs, dirty talk, h not expecting you to be like that until you are.

a/n: so it’s been a hot minute… hi again🤪 but something rlly just sent me spiralling with this pic of h’s fucking legs. look at them. anyways, enjoy me being a slut and channeling it into some fine literature, enjoy xoxo

———

Ovulation week is a curse. An absolute, utter curse.

Between the multitude of random fluctuating symptoms and skyrocketing hormones, you feel dreaded enough as it is. But the worst part, is every fucking month you become absolutely manic with need.

Some are increasingly better or worse than others, but this month is something off the charts.

There is no warrant for you to be this fucking horny at 9:32pm on a Thursday night. Yet here you are, squirming because you’re around someone that already riles you up enough as it is.

Harry is your best friend. Has been for years. Since the awkward starting phases of middle school. All braces paired with horrendous fashion choices. And into the ages of highschool throughout all the drama and predictable thematics. Into the present, where life throws you curveballs as you enter the world as young adults, and now that he’s in one direction. You can’t imagine going through all that with anyone else.

Actually, maybe it’s fit to mention you’re almost certain that this man never went through an awkward phase… despite the fact possibly everyone else on the planet did. Harry did not.

He was cute from the day he was born, it’s evident in the pictures, up until he hit puberty, then he became some ungodly mix of both cute and ridiculously hot.

It’s disgusting that someone can do both things at the same time. And also revolting that they can have no idea at all.

But tonight, he is all hot. Between the way he’s dressed, the way he’s walking, and the way he’s talking. It’s close to killing you where you’re sat.

Thighs clenched together like there’s a thousand dollar check between them, you sit on a outdoor couch at your family’s holiday house.

It’s just the two of you outside on the large decked patio. It’s a huge house by the lake that your parents and grandparents own, so you invited Harry to come stay for the week. Your family were thrilled you invited him, but have already turned in for an early night. Since they planned to be out on the lake for a day of water activities almost before the damn sun was even fully up.

Harry has a glass of alcohol in his hands— one that is completely dwarfed in his hold. It’s condensation forming small droplets over the ridges of his fingers.

He hasn’t realised the staring you’ve been doing, as he paces the deck talking about something to do with a recent song he’s been writing.

You’re sliding in small hums of agreement at the appropriate times without even hearing what he’s saying. Only the pleasing lilt in his voice that tickles your ears as it enters them.

He’s got those black skinny jeans on, the pair that cling to his hips for dear life. And not only are they fit to his hips, but they hug every single curve on his legs. The thick of his thighs all the way down to the muscle of his calf.

And if anything was the killer for you tonight, it was those.

You’re surprised you’re not drooling on yourself. Which is fucking disgusting, but fact. As there is an over-production of saliva in your mouth right now just looking at his legs.

He is so muscly there. The presumed strength of his thighs makes you actually pant, and you never thought legs did it for you like this. But my god right now, they certainly are.

“But I jus’ dunno Y/N,” he turns to you, causing you to snap your gaze from the curve of his ass which you were shamelessly just staring at, back to his face.

It doesn’t get better for you anywhere you look. The man was built and sculpted by a god. Every feature was painstaking to look at, and not be able to touch.

“What d’ya reckon would sound better?” He asks, nonchalantly, unaware you were just eyeing him up.

You feel some shame now, as you scramble to find an answer for the question you don’t even know the context for.

“Well, i think whatever you feel flows better. Yknow?” You swallow, praying to god it’s diluted enough of an answer that he’ll just take it without question.

He nods, and relief floods through you, “i s’pose you’re right.”

However that relief hardly lasts long, because he’s not as clueless as you’d presumed, “You’re pretty good at giving advice even when you’re only half listening.”

He saunters over from the span of deck he’d been pacing the last 10 minutes, sitting down next to you with a smug look on his face. You feel the cushions dip with his body weight, and you’re so delusioned that even a part of you twinges with desire at the understanding of his weight. The idea of him pressing it down on top of you during—

“What’s on ya mind, love, why are you s’faraway lookin’?” He asks, sipping at his drink with a quirk of his dark eyebrows.

“I—“ Christ. He’s manspreading a bit right now… thighs pushed apart, “I’m just tired. Been a big few days.”

His curly, and boyishly-messy hair is cascading over his forehead and casting a shadow of his green gaze, the same one that’s nailing you where you’re sat right now.

He doesn’t look very convinced. And he’s watching your eyes flicker around, looking guilty of a lie, presumably the words that just came from your mouth.

“You don’t have t’lie, dove.” He laughs, a soft songbird-like chuckle that somewhat eases your tenseness.

You feel so dirty for thinking about him like this. When he can’t tell you it’s okay to be imagining absolutely sinful things you’d do… or let be done when it comes to him. However, you are so hormonal right now, that you don’t have it in yourself to stop.

He was just simply the wrong person, in the wrong place, at coincidentally the right time in your hormonal cycle.

And you feel even worse because there’s years of history behind the two of you. And friends are not meant to think of each other like this, it makes things quickly complicated. And this is not a hallmark film.

“I know.” You sigh out, “it’s not you, H. I’m just… hormonal.”

His first thought was that you were on your period, a look of tender concern flitting across his face.

“Oh, is your period making you feel sick?”

You could laugh at the irony. You are infact neither of the things he thinks. Not bleeding, and not ill.

He has looked after you before when you’ve been in the trenches with your period. He is always so willing to get you anything when you’re not feeling well.

And you can tell by the look on his pretty face he’s about to ask you he can get you anything to help— pain relief, water, snacks or simply a hug.

A gentleman, as always.

But if he asks you if you need anything, you only have one answer and that’s him. You need him, and not in a platonic way. So you interject before he can ask,

��No, quiet the opposite.” You shake your head, pursing your lips.

“But it’s fine,” you amend curtly, “just girl stuff.”

The two of you get consumed by a momentary silence, he was waiting for more information, which you simply were not giving. After a few seconds, he sputters out a sudden laugh.

“You can tell me, if you want, idiot.” He laughs, nudging you with his knee. His very attractive leg being left pressed into yours. “Gross details and personal stuff never usually stop us.”

Your whole body is burning up, overwhelmed. He is so fucking hot, and caring. You want him filling up your goddamn throat.

“No, trust me. This is all left best untold and ignored. I can’t help it, so we’re just ignoring it.” Your tone is certain, and to this he nods. Able to tell that’s as much of an answer he’d be getting for now, so he begrudgingly accepts it.

“Fine, fine, you’re just so stiff. Need t’relax.” He slides his free hand behind your back to pull him into his side.

Tugging you the small distance between you two, your head comes naturally to rest in the crook of his neck. Nose inhaling the woodsy scent of his cologne, smelling like the refreshingly cool breeze on a muggy summer night.

His thumb strokes a delicate back and forth rhythm on the bare skin it’s found between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your fitted top.

It’s killing you, because he’s so gentle with you. Such a sweetheart really, but you’re breaking out a sweat at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin. You need a cold shower.

You try not to let your eyes wander down to the legs in those fucking jeans.

“S’long as ya alright,” he murmurs into your hair, “is there anything you need from me? ‘Cause if I can do anything for ya, yknow I would.”

Your stomach drops, how are you even supposed to answer that. Your face heats with even more guilt.

Your internal voice drops in her two cents on the question— your cock, she confidently stated. That was what she wanted.

“No, nothing you can do that’s reasonable, H.” You say, too dangerously close to him dragging the truth out of your needy mouth for your liking.

He tilts his head down to look at the profile of your face, curiously prodding further, “How unreasonable are we talking?”

“Ridiculously and foolishly unreasonable.”

“Why?”

“Sh. Don’t make me tell you, because I don’t want to.” You state defiantly, rolling away from his hold, since now you’re talking about it— although vaguely— it’s just making it worse.

Focusing on it is making the need more intense, your eyes feasting unintentionally on his muscled body relaxing on the couch.

He’s got this smirk on his lips. One you want to kiss off.

“You’re blushing, is it that bad?”

You scoff, “Yes, that bad.”

“Okay… so, it’s not your period, and it’s technically fixable— since you just said it’s unreasonable for me to do it… not impossible.” he’s wondering out loud, watching your every move.

Which now you’ve stood up and started pacing, trying to distract yourself from the pulsing between your legs and the begging voice in your head that wants to touch him so badly.

“Stop being nosey! God!” You frustratedly whine out, and he laughs at your sudden anger at not only him, but at seemingly just being a woman.

“Just trying to help, baby, don’t get mad.” He teases, and between his suddenly mocking mouth, your resolve snaps like a fickle twig.

“Fuck, I’m horny. Harry!” You groan out, covering your eyes over with the palms of your hands so you don’t have to see his likely disgusted face at your confession.

But now that you’ve started you can’t stop, “You just… your fucking legs and thighs are just… I don’t know! I’m ovulating and you’re just really sexy, it’s frustrating and I really want to die right now, H.”

In reality, his brows had just shot up with surprise, lips parting in shock. He could not believe you just admitted that.

He glanced down to his legs. He’s just in jeans, it wasn’t like he felt as though they were anything to write home about.

It shocked him that you even… well obviously the two of you are best friends. But it was rare that topics of sex came up, so all the sudden the conversation being about that and also about you is making his head spin.

Yet something comes over him, he doesn’t think as he speaks his next words, “Tha’s not as unreasonable as you made it out to be.”

You snap your hands down from your face, eyes locking onto his— he doesn’t look repulsed or uncomfortable as you had originally expected. He looks inexplicably open to the topic.

“I’ve got somethin’ you need, somethin’ that can fix it, love.” He states, shrugging his shoulders, his voice going almost sultry, “An’ yknow what I said, hm?”

At your silence— because you’re too stunned to even speak— he finishes the sentence for you, “Said I’d do anything for ya.”

Oh, is this quickly snowballing.

“Harry!” You shake your head, it feeling so wrong to be talking about this with him.

He abandons his drink on the small side table beside the couch, standing up and breaching the distance between you.

“Jus’ say the words, and then im yours.” He lowly whispers, and this is about to make you pass out. You’re clenching around nothing in your underwear, and the proposition is so tempting.

“We shouldn’t though. It’s not your responsibility to… satiate me.” You gulp out, nervous, yet body flaming with heat.

“Y/N, best friends help each other out… tha’s all it has to be, jus’ me making y’feel better.” he says, hand coming to run down your upper arm. And the second you started talking about this, his cock has been twitching where it’s confined his jeans.

“You can make all the decisions, all the calls, m’kay?” The statement was reassuring.

You lean into his touch, caving without anymore of a fight, “Okay… alright. Just… tell me if you change your mind. Please?”

His lips curl into a satisfied smile, feeling his hand get taken by yours. It’s much to risky to be fucking around with your best friend on the families patio, so you lead him down the steps into the dark, open backyard.

They have a pier, that’s lit with small solar lights, and that’s the first place you can that is reasonable enough to go. You tug him along the wooden decking it has, feet drumming against it.

Against a tree was too dark, and you at least want to see his cock if you’re getting the opportunity to touch it.

“On the pier, hey? That desperate.” He teases, and you push him with your free hand into one of its big wooden pillars.

“I want your cock down my throat, how’s that for desperate?” You scoff, pulling a laugh of pure shock from his own lips.

“I’m serious, H.” You look at him, stone cold expression. You are so riled up and ready to touch him that you need immediate confirmation this is something he wants.

“Go on, said you wanted it.”

Before you sink down onto your knees, you question him further, “you want this, though?”

A smile spreads over his mouth, “baby, you’re gonna be able to feel just how much i want this when you get down there. I was bricked the second you said you were horny.”

That was all you needed, dropping to the ground on your knees— now with his consent, your filter completely disappeared.

“Fuck me, Harry. I don’t think you understand how sexy you are.” Hands immediately coming up to squeeze the muscle of his thighs.

He hums a noise as he looks down at you on your knees, “Never thought legs would do it for you, but here we are.”

“Only thing i could think about is digging my nails into your thighs…”

You drag your hands back up to where the buckle of his belt laid, grabbing at it and undoing it. Slipping it out of the loops in his pants in a swift movement.

Leaning forward, you lift the hem of his black shirt, pressing your mouth against his happy trail.

You’re a slut for that little teasing patch of hair that dips below his low jeans. It causes you to whine out, a wordless sound of appreciation as you peck kisses over it.

The button and zipper quickly got undone by your nimble hands, and you finally brush over the prominent bulge that’s perked up in his boxers.

A realisation that you’re about to see your best friends dick for the first time kind of hits you, causing you to roll your lips between your teeth.

His suddenly strained voice comes from above you, “fuck, Y/N, don’t get shy with me. Y’can take me out.”

He’s almost ready to beg, even though this is all technically for you. But he didn’t anticipate how sensitive he would be when it’s a special girls hands running over his bulge.

However that’s exactly how it is, he’s already biting his lip as you cup him through his briefs, head tilted backwards with a sudden shared need.

You draw his jeans further down, “patience, im just enjoying you, pretty boy.”

The doting nickname earns a small groan from his lips, paired with the fact you’re now mouthing at his inner thighs. They’re warm and firm, dusted with dark hairs. You suck the most inner and upper part of his thigh into your mouth, causing him to grunt out.

You busy yourself with that particular part of his skin for a moment, rubbing the backs of your hands around the flesh of his ass. Still unfortunately covered by his briefs.

“So fuckin’ good to me, H.” You muttered into his soft skin, dragging your nose over to kiss the fabric covering his hard cock.

It makes him twitch, “letting me do this… and touch you where I want.”

You sound so out of it, replacing your mouth with your hand momentarily so you can go back to kissing his thighs, teeth impulsively barring over them. He shudders at the sensation.

After a bit more teasing, you finally start to pull the waistband of his black calvins down.

When his cock is fully out, you moan. You straight out moan at the sight of it. It’s glistening tip is a flushed red, beading out a sliver of precum for you, and it was safe to say he’s well equipped.

The two of you curse in sync as you hold him in your hand, feeling the weight as you stroke gently.

“Christ, tha’s good.” He curses out, hips stuttering forward slightly. You take a moment to look up at his face.

His cheeks have gone a slight red, and his lips are shiny from his teeth and tongue constantly running over them. Not to mention the way his lidded eyes are gazing down at you.

You hold eye contact as you lean in to lick over his tip in one solid stroke, watching his face twist in pleasure.

It makes your core drip. Seeing his cock, tasting it, watching him react to your touch. It fuels you to take his tip into your mouth, giving a gentle suck.

Your fingers take refugee digging into his thighs, and you are already loosing you mind with him between your lips. Somehow, you’re almost convinced you could come just from sucking on his dick.

Your self control is completely shattered now, you draw back and spit over his length, listening to him groan out as he watches the action.

“Drool on me, darling.” He says, the gentle demand makes you eager to impress him. You liked the idea of him telling you what to do… maybe even forcing you.

Fuck, you are sick and twisted, you scoffed internally at your self. Yet proceeding to gather your saliva and let it dribble down onto him.

“Thank you, thank you…” you murmur against him, and he twitches at your still airy voice. He would kill to know just how wet you were between your legs.

It was such a sight for you though, seeing him start to get slicked up with your own spit. Your mouth reconnected with him, sliding further down, hand coming up to massage his balls.

You’re whining around him now, starting to move in a sort of rhythm over his cock. You can’t help it, you were becoming frantic at him filling your throat.

The vibration of your mouth sends his hand flying into your hair, drawing a cuss from his lips, “fuck, Y/N…”

You get his cock as far as you can into your mouth without gagging— you’ll leave that for a little later— stroking the remainder. There’s something about the way he takes up the space between your lips, the feeling of his thick cock atop your tongue.

You glance up at him, fingertips teasing the inner parts of his thigh. Just as you look up, you give a harsh suck, hollowing out your mouth and lathing your tongue on the underside of him. Feeling the vein that runs along him.

His head almost bangs back against the wooden beam he’s leaning on, you feel the slight stutter of his hips.

A moan reverberated around you, filling your ears pleasingly. You draw back for a breathe, “you taste so good.”

His hand curls in your hair, panting out, “You’re such a needy girl…”

“Like that?” He asks at the whimper that come from you, “like being told that I see how desperate y’becoming?”

You nod immediately, “please…”

At your way of asking for more dirty talk he smiles, “becoming my little slut? Warming my cock with your mouth just because you’re so horny for it.”

When you don’t reply with words, and only a senseless moan, he taps your mouth with his fingers gently.

“Show me, baby.”

You part your lips almost instantly at his command, jutting your wet tongue out, ready to take him back into your mouth.

He guides his cock back between your lips, and that’s about as far as he gets before you have to take over from him again. All he can register is how hot and warm you’re mouth is as it wraps around him again.

You start to bob your head, taking him all the way down your throat with a slight gag. You’re whining without warrant now, all over his spit slicked cock.

It’s paired with his own moans of pleasure and words of praise as you suddenly draw back, flicking over his wet tip with your tongue, teasing it and making him grunt.

Your soul existence quickly slips to being just about his cock and hearing his noises. Being able to look up at him and see the sweat beginning to sheen over his forehead, and the mess of his soft hair.

His eyes are squeezed shut, and he has to forcibly open them every so often to see you. A reality check for himself that down on her knees, is his best friend. Drooling all over his prick with a insatiable need.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He states as you take him all the way down your throat again.

“Taking me like the slut y’are. Might ‘ave to fuck you like one later, how’s that sound?” His mouth has gone loose now, brain muddled with only thoughts of you in it.

You suck and nod over him, brain rioting with a yes at his question.

“Probably so wet, so warm.” He mutters in half thought, and the idea of him even thinking of you like that makes you clench multiple times in your panties.

You roll you hips against nothing which he is grateful he caught with his half lidded eyes. The look of sheer desperation that crossed your face.

Moving faster, you starting taking his cock at a pace that immediately made his hand coil tighter in your hair.

“Fuck… im gon’ come faster than I’d like if y’keep— shit— doing that.” He moans, and you draw back quickly.

“Need to taste it… please, Harry.” You beg, forcing your throat back down around him once you’d got a breathe.

You gagged around him in full this time, earning his hips bucking against you.

Strings of dirty talk and cusses were flying out of his mouth, like a litany being repeated over and over. He kept praising you.

“That warm mouth…fuck… fucking me so good baby. Want to keep y’down there for hours, like m’personal little cockslut.”

Your nails dug into the backs of his meaty thighs, making you moan around him. Spit was covering your chin as you moved hastily over his hard prick.

“Like that idea?” He asked gruffly, “making you drool all over me like this until I’m empty, an’ y’ve come in y’panties to the point you’re dripping.”

You feverishly bob your head, sucking hard against him. If his bucking hips and loose mouth are any indicator, he’s getting close.

A few more minutes of your mouth, and he’s swearing, “im gonna come, dove— fuck— where do y’want it?”

Trying not to stop to long, looking up at his flushed face and blown out eyes, you lowly plead, “on my tongue, please…”

“Good slut, good fucking girl!” He slurs out.

You draw back to his tip, eager to taste him properly. You spit messily over his pulsing red head, kitten licking over it while your hand fucks the rest of his length at a fast pace.

It has him a wreck, and before he know it, he’s moaning out so loud he’s almost scared he woke someone in the house up.

“Fuck! I’m going to come, baby, im gonna come!”

You watch in completely infatuation as his eyes screw shut and his mouth drops into a gasp for air. You feel his hips stutter, and his cock pulse and twitch as it releases onto your awaiting tongue.

He tastes so good. You feel ashamed for even liking it that much, but as it spurts out his tip and drips onto your lower lip, your insane over it.

You rub it in with his tip, coating it over your tongue, and he pants as he opens his eyes to watch you.

It’s a sight etched into his mind forevermore. The fact his come is painted all over your tongue right now.

“Swallow it, pretty girl, let me watch.” He exhaustedly instructs you, voice raspy and deep in his post orgasm haze.

You do as told, and realising some has spilt even onto the corner of his thigh now that you’ve let him go.

Not letting it go to waste, you clean it off with a lick of your still eager mouth. Gently kissing over the spot as well.

“Taste so good, H.” You whisper against him, moving over to kiss his tip a final time.

“Thank you, again. For letting me do that…” You almost feel more satisfied than you would have if you had gotten to come as well.

“Made me feel amazing, baby.”

Or so you thought, because once he raised the point again… “If you want, since I can only imagine how desperate your little cunt is, I can return the favour somehow?”

And it was impossible to say no when he looked like that, boxers still half down his beautiful legs and face flushed that sexy shade of red.

You were in for a night, that was for sure. So much for an early morning.

———

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: the morning after

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Cellbit finds himself getting rattled awake by the sound of an unfamiliar cell phone ringing. His pillow is lumpy, he doesn't have a blanket- or does he? His legs are bare, but his shoulders feel warm enough.

Grimacing, Cellbit squints his eyes shut and desperately shoves his face into his pillow in the hopes of drowning out the noise. Why does his pillow smell like alcohol?

What happened last night? The last thing he remembers is slipping away from Bagi and Tina and finding himself a seat at their hotel's bar, and then? Absolutely nothing.

But the phone keeps ringing.

Cellbit is mildly alarmed to feel his pillow vibrate beneath him as it groans- oh, God, it's alive. He's even more alarmed when his pillow moves and pulls him with it as it rolls onto its side and buries its face in the crook of Cellbit's neck and, fuck, this isn't a pillow is it?

Cellbit forces his eyes open and nearly has a heart attack as he discovers that he is not, in fact, in his hotel room. This isn't his bed. That isn't his window- his room isn't nice enough to have a fucking balcony attached to it.

...Those aren't his pants strewn carelessly across the floor just inches from the bed. That isn't his shirt, either.

Oh, God.

Cellbit's pillow, now Cellbit's blanket, which is probably an actual, real, living, genuine, breathing human person, nuzzles their nose into Cellbit's skin with a pleased, sleepy hum.

Cellbit absently looks down at the hands wrapped around his middle, and his stomach sharpens as he sees a shiny gold ring.

Fuck, they're married?

It's then that Cellbit notices the shiny gold ring on his own finger, his hand splayed next to his face carelessly. He stares at it in both shock and horror and an equal measure of mortification.

Fuck, they're married?

The phone is still ringing. Cellbit can see it on the floor next to his... spouse? Next to his... next to the person's pants. Its screen is lit up, showing off a wallpaper of a man and a woman and a child. Oh, God, what has Cellbit done?

He stares at the phone. He desperately tries to remember where he left his own. His pants are off, but his shirt is on. It's the same shirt he went out in, and it's really uncomfortable to be sleeping in, and the coat he wore with it is gone. Or, at least, it's out of sight, and that's where he was keeping his phone and his wallet and his hotel room key and- oh, fuck, Bagi. She's going to kill him!

The person clinging to Cellbit like a koala seems to settle down (how are they sleeping through the noise??), their breaths evening out and their grip relaxing.

Okay, Cellbit thinks, Escaping from a person can't be worse than escaping from prison. (Granted, he had "escaped" from "prison" at the bright age of eleven, and him "escaping" was him climbing out the window and watching the sunset from the roof of the juvenile hall he was trapped in, but the point stands.)

Carefully, he pries the person's arms off of him. He rolls out of bed and onto the floor and immediately gets onto his knees and ignores the rattling in his skull and the exhausted protesting of his bones and shoves an actual pillow into the person's arms.

He hesitates, just briefly, as he takes in his spouse's face for the first time that he can remember.

He's beautiful. Creases in his face from sleep, bags under his eyes, hair plastered to the side of his head, tiny bit of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth as he snuffles and buries his face into his new teddy bear.

Well. Drunk Cellbit has good taste.

Whatever, cell phone.

Cellbit doesn't think he could stand without vomiting, so he crawls over to where he thinks he vaguely remembers tossing his coat and his pants last night... or, rather, that morning. Something tells him it was entirely too late when he and his... person finally went to bed.

Blackout drunkenness be damned, Cellbit is still a detective, so his clothes are right where he thought they'd be: slung over the hotel room's desk chair.

First, he grabs his pants. He looks at them, considers the fragile state of his stomach, and decides that it probably isn't too smart to move too much. He doesn't know how much it'll take for him to throw up everything he's had over the trip so far, but he doesn't think it'll be that much.

So he abandons his pants for the moment and grabs his coat, instead. A brief search of the pockets finds all his things, plus a handful of stolen poker chips and a crushed pink flower.

Cellbit looks at the flower. What is it, amaranth? Is that it?

Whatever, cell phone.

He turns his phone on and is immediately met with a brand new wallpaper: a clearly drunk him, and an even drunker... husband(?) with his arms hung around Cellbit's shoulders. They're both smiling widely, their cheeks are both flushed, Cellbit is giving this guy a piggyback ride, and the Vegas lights are so bright behind them that it's giving Cellbit a headache just looking at them.

But that isn't what makes Cellbit sick. What makes him sick is the absolute mountain of texts from his extremely pissed-off sister. It starts with a simple, "Where are you?", and it ends with, "FUCK YOU DON'T COME BACK ME AND TINA WILL HAVE A GREEEEAT NIGHT TOGETHER BY OURSELVES WITH PAC!!"

Cellbit, deciding not to subject himself to any more torture, shuts his phone off and collapses backwards onto the floor. Even the carpet smells like alcohol; what did he and this guy do last night? ...Besides get married.

Cellbit raises his hand above his face and squints at his ring. Fake gold, he can tell. Cheap ring, glass jewels. Probably sold at the place he and the man got married at. Probably someplace cheesy with an Elvis impersonator acting as the officiant and a couple of equally-drunk tourists acting as the witnesses.

Groaning from the bed. Seems Cellbit's new husband is awake, then.

Cellbit keeps staring at his ring, anyway. It's... weird. He'd always dreamed of a big wedding, and now that he is married, he doesn't remember it. But it's fair, he supposes. He'd stopped believing he would get married years ago. Makes sense he wouldn't remember it happening.

The man in the bed swears and rolls around noisily.

"Fucking kill meeeee," he moans. "Son of a bitch!"

His voice is rough. Cellbit's probably sounds rougher. His entire body hurts.

The man keeps swearing. Cellbit listens, and he stares at his ring, and he quietly panics as the reality of his marriage sets in.

Are Vegas weddings even legal? Fuck, he's a detective, he should know this! But he's a detective in Brazil, he doesn't know American laws.

Abruptly, the man's complaining stops.

"Oh," Cellbit hears. "Hello."

Cellbit tears his eyes away from his ring and looks at the man. Their eyes meet, and, suddenly, Cellbit realizes why they got married.

If this man was beautiful asleep, he's absolutely stunning awake. His eyes are just so... and his jawline? What the hell?

Bagi always likes to tease Cellbit about his extreme romanticism. She says it's almost obsessive, but what does she know? What he and Pac had going on in high school was normal.

Cellbit just knows handsome when he sees it, and he supposes that Drunk Cellbit saw it and decided he had to put a ring on it.

It's a shame they're married. He doesn't think he'll be able to talk to this guy ever again after they sign the divorce papers.

Because they have to get divorced, right? Or annulled? Or... reversed? Whatever it is in Vegas, they'll have to do it. They don't know each other. Cellbit lives in Brazil. This guy seems like he has a family. It wouldn't work, no matter how pretty he is.

Slowly, Cellbit sits up. He winces, gags, props himself up against the desk's leg. He lets his stomach settle down. Tries not to smile back as the man smiles at him.

"Vegas," the man whispers. He sounds slightly awed. Cellbit feels the same way, but probably not for the same reasons. He's in shock over this man's beauty; this man is probably shocked that the Vegas stereotypes are true.

"Vegas," Cellbit agrees. He holds up his hand, and his ring. "Good morning. Can we get a divorce?"

The man gasps and looks down at his own hand. His eyes widen comically as he sees his ring.

"What the fuck?" he shouts.

Both he and Cellbit flinch at the volume. Ouch.

"A divorce," Cellbit repeats once the pounding in his head has subsided. "Because we got married."

The man's phone is still ringing. Cellbit kinda wants to throw it off the balcony, but he's probably already ruined this guy's life enough. (His family...)

The man, somehow, ignores it.

He crawls down the length of the bed and flops onto his stomach, head tilted just slightly as he takes Cellbit in. He props himself up on his elbows, and Cellbit can't help but admire his biceps because he's. He's shirtless. And he isn't wearing pants. He has boxers on, thank God- Cellbit doesn't know what he'd do if it turned out they'd done things last night after the wedding.

"You want a divorce?" the man asks. He shrugs. "I mean, sure, but... why?"

Cellbit stares at him. "We were drunk. I don't know you."

"Yeah but you did last night, and we liked each other enough to get married after a couple hours. That's gotta count for something, right?"

"I mean. Maybe? But- you don't even know my name!"

"Sure, and you don't know mine." His smile is blinding. "I'm Roier."

Roier... it settles around Cellbit's brain like a warm sweater.

"Cellbit," Cellbit responds. He swallows and forces his eyes away from Roier's arms. "Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy-"

"I am."

"-but we can't be married. My sister is supposed to be getting married next week and she'll kill me if she finds out I got married before she did. And we don't know each other and- dude, can you pick up your goddamn phone?"

Cellbit groans and throws his head back, eyes squinting shut from the pain in his head.

"Shit," the man swears, "hold on..."

Cellbit tunes him out as he finally answers his phone. He's a loud talker, but he's still quieter than his phone was.

He... has a nice voice. Cellbit can almost imagine hearing it daily, but that's literally just. Stupid. This is all stupid, they should be divorced already. And then Cellbit can go back to being single and miserable like he's used to.

With his eyes still shut, Cellbit flounders around for his pants. Once he has them, he starts pulling them on, desperately trying not to vomit as he does so. Fuck, his stomach...!

Bagi would be laughing if she heard about this. She'd be pissed, but she'd be laughing about it. She's been the one trying to get him to sign up for dating apps since he realized he's asexual and he stopped dating altogether. She's been trying to set him up with friends for years. She'd be furious if she found out that Cellbit went and married the first guy to flirt back with him. While drunk. In Las Vegas.

Cellbit manages to get his pants buttoned up just as Roier finishes his phone call. Out of breath and exhausted, Cellbit cracks an eye open and offers a weak smile at a very concerned-looking Roier.

"You don't look too good," Roier comments. "You can stay here until you're up to moving, you know."

Cellbit frowns. "Wouldn't that be awkward?"

"Why would it be awkward? We're married. Married people share rooms all the time."

"We aren't-" Cellbit tries to stand, immediately decides against it as the room swims around him, sits heavily back down. "Fuck. We aren't actually married, you know. We're Vegas-married."

"I know, but I'm not a dick. You look like shit, I'm not just gonna let you pass out in the hallway."

Oh, and he's nice, too. He's handsome and he's nice. Of course he's a package deal, what the fuck?

Only slightly annoyed, Cellbit lets himself flop to the side and lay down on the floor again. It isn't comfortable, but it feels better than sitting up does.

He looks up at Roier. "You're being awfully nice to a stranger."

Roier waves him off. "Nah, it's fine. If I trusted you last night, I can trust you now. I'm a very good judge of character."

"Really?"

"No, I'm actually kidnapping you."

Cellbit huffs out a laugh, a genuine smile growing on his face as Roier looks genuinely proud of himself.

"You're an asshole," Cellbit says. "I can't wait until we're divorced."

"Me, too," Roier agrees. "No offense- like, you're a really nice guy-" (Cellbit blushes.) "-but I kinda wish I got to, like, take you on a date or something before we got married."

Cellbit chokes on his own spit. "What?"

Roier's eyes widen and he sits up, alarmed. "What? Is that-"

"No!" Cellbit waves his hands frantically. "No, it's fine! I'm just... are you sure? You could still be drunk."

"I don't feel drunk."

"Maybe I'm still drunk, then."

"Maybe." Roier nods, faux serious. "We are in Vegas."

"Can you even date in Vegas? What can we even do?"

"Eh, I'm sure there's something we can do. Maybe we can get divorced this afternoon and get dinner?"

Cellbit almost turns him down. This is a bad idea. He's in Vegas. He isn't... they don't know each other. Roier doesn't know that Cellbit doesn't really do anything past kissing. That could be a problem, right? Maybe, but...

But Cellbit trusts himself to know that, even when drunk out of his mind, he would explain everything before engaging in any kind of intimacy with another man. He and Roier hadn't taken their underwear off, after all, that has to count for something. Roier seems like a nice guy. Cellbit thinks he can trust him to not be a total scumbag later on if it comes down to it.

So Cellbit swallows his hesitance and smiles and replies, "That sounds nice, actually."

(And if their divorce date could later turn into a real marriage? Well, Cellbit wouldn't complain.)

[paymechildsupport]

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader // A Troublemaker's Love

@manikosii --> "What do you think about Bully!Sukuna who is madly in love with the reader? I just like the small Sukuna who has known the reader since childhood and does not know how to express his feelings" -.-.- -> hsisikaiss I love this sm :D Kinda made him more of a bully with a soft spot, -- more delinquent than anything, but I absolutely kept your lovestruck lil' Sukuna, so cute <3

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> Modern!School!AU 

   > Bully!Delinquent!Sukuna x Reader 

*I made him a biker too,— he’s such a lil’ biker bitch 

-!! CW: depictions of violence, (not aimed at Reader), -- smoking [don't actually smoke please, that shit kills you :(]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(he's my lil' cutie patootie)

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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Ryomen Sukuna— who from a young age could never really communicate his feelings. Who would push all the other kids off the playground because they were clogging up the slide. Who never once expressed remorse when setting fire to that poor ant colony with his mini magnifying glass. Who was labeled as a “troubled” child. Who skipped grades because he was so freakishly intelligent. Who never had to try in school. Who fell off his Lightning McQueen bike the second he saw you on the playground. He immediately shoved his way through the swarm of other kids, butted his way into your lil’ game of tag, invited himself to play and proceeded to shove your tiny body into the grass, laughing maniacally. 

Pissed, you grabbed him by the hair, yanked harshly and threw him down on the ground next to you, — engaging in the most intense wrestling match either you had ever had in your short lives. Stuck in the nurse’s office with his Despicable Me bandaid and getting scolded by every staff member in the school, Sukuna could only stare at you, completely enamored by you and your fiery spirit so akin to his own.

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Sukuna would pull up to school everyday on his motorbike, making as much noise possible and spewing exhaust everywhere, just to spite the Environmental Club members who continuously berated him for air pollution. 

He didn’t vape— no no, he wasn’t a lil’ pussy bitch. Sukuna was a man, he smoked straight cigars, the kind you’d only ever see your grandpa piping,— and it was disgusting

He’d do it just to annoy you too. When you walk outside for lunch, he’d exhale a rather generous amount of smoke right in your face, earning him a string of curses in response. He’d just smile, chuckle and walk away 

Sukuna is a rather intimidating individual, — towering over everyone in a room,- tatted up with the most gorgeous inky designs you’d ever seen. His favorite shirts always revealed a generous amount of his beefy, muscular arms. The thin fabrics clung to his figure, showing clearly defined muscles (and those phat milk jugs hoooooly cow) 

He’d be that guy wearing fucking kakis in the middle of winter 💀 

Fucking shit his muscular thighs too?? Holy smokes I’m drooling 🤤

Sukuna was always alone, and he preferred things that way. He didn’t have a band of lackeys behind him all the time— though plenty deeply admired him— he didn’t need them anyways to look every bit the tough guy delinquent who was unafraid to get physical. 

—- and he was physical. Like, he was always finding his way into a fight,— and always came out on top. Starting something with this guy was a death wish. Everyone in the school knew who he was, and everyone in the school— including the teachers — respected him out of fear

He never picked on anyone who’d be considered an “easy target”. No no, that’d be way too easy. Where’s the fun in that? Nah, he goes straight for the person on top— the cockier the better. He’s more than happy to beat up a fellow delinquent 

You, however, seem to catch his eye in particular. So fiery, so fierce,— you take everything he throws at you and chuck it right back at him. There’s a deep sentiment of respect between the two of you, underneath all the petty arguments and crude insults 

He never hangs out with anyone, but Sukuna loves to spend his time tailing you wherever you go, teasing and nagging every step of the way. He nitpicks everything you do, whether it be simply reading a book, talking to a peer, or even just eating. He’s always there, always watching your every move. 

You’d be talking with a friend, discussing plans for the weekend, when all of a sudden pure horror etched itself onto their face, a massive shadow looming over the two of you. Confused, you swivel around, face almost colliding with Sukuna’s chest. He looked down on you, a shit eating grin on his face. Your friend only slightly stammers a “gotta go see ya later” before making a run for it, (you really couldn’t blame them, Sukuna really was a weirdo sometimes). 

He likes to scare everyone who approaches you, making them run off practically screaming 

For all the verbal grief he gives you, for all the times he’s called you a “brat” and told you how “annoying” and “unbearable” you are,  Sukuna absolutely blows up the second he sees some other bastard berating you. 

One time, Mahito and his creepy lil’ gang of goonies thought it’d be funny to corner you after school. Laughing, they mocked you, turning almost borderline physical as they made an effort to manhandle you into a locker. 

Sukuna was livid, saw shit going down and immediately rushed to the scene, coming up behind Mahito and giving him the gnarliest death stare you’ve ever seen,— crimson eyes practically burning with barely restrained fury. Mahito pissed himself on the spot immediately, — and was lucky he even made it out alive that day. 

Sukuna grabbed the goon that had reached out to touch you, twisted his arm, and smashed his head in on the locker door. 

Then after school he almost “accidentally” plowed them all down with his bike 😞 

Needless to say, no one ever gave you trouble ever again— minus Sukuna, of course

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He just wants you all to himself,— is that so wrong? He wants that raging passion in your eyes to be reserved for him and only him. He loves seeing you all pent up, face red and scrunched up in anger. That delicious heat in the center of his stomach threatened to boil over every time he laid his eyes on you. Sukuna was down bad. The beefy, all scary delinquent was smitten, — he of all people had a big, fat crush. He never wanted you to look at anyone the way you looked at him. He’d beat their head in, then you’d have to look at him

Shotgunning- this guy absolutely loves inhaling the smoke from his cigar, grabbing and yanking you close just so he could exhale it down your windpipe. Lips lightly brushing, sometimes he’d stick his tongue in, just to taste the smoke in your mouth. He adores the way his smoke and saliva mixes with your own, especially loving it when he kisses you stupid, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth, all for him to lick away  

Sukuna would mark you up good. Even if they don’t know who, everyone knows you're taken with the way hickeys adorn your pretty little neck. He loves your neck, loves biting into the soft, pulsating flesh and leaving his bite marks all around. —Same with your shoulder, anywhere that isn’t covered by clothing he makes sure is branded 

He delights in the way you grab him by the strap of his tank top, pulling him into whatever unoccupied room is available: janitor’s closet, a closed bathroom, the locker rooms- anywhere. You’d kiss him silly, hands gripping at his tough, muscular thighs, your nails digging into the hard flesh. Your fingers tracing over his slutty thigh tattoos always had him going feral. He loved the aftertaste of your chapstick / lipgloss on his tongue, there still even hours after you’d make out 💋 😋

Sukuna was in absolute heaven on those rare occasions you’d both stay after class. Empty classroom, blind drawn and door locked as you’d get down on your knees and suck his cock. Your pretty lips wrapped around him always had him coming quick. You’d swallow him whole, throat bobbing from his spurting cum. He’d bend down afterwards— feeling like he’d die otherwise— and kiss you sloppily on the lips, licking away his cum from the corner of your mouth, groaning at the taste of himself. 

His breasts are so sensitive, all you’d have to do is just swirl your tongue around a nipple and he’s puddy in your arms. You loved his breasts, cooing about his “man boobs” just to see him turn a brilliant red to match his crimson eyes. 

His big digits always did wonders to your body, rubbing small, purposeful circles into your pulsating heat / hard on,— sometimes right in the middle of class, just to fuck with you. Your glassy-eyed glare while you fought to bite your lip always had him hardening within his pants. He really couldn’t get enough of you. 

Yeah, you were stuck with Ryomen Sukuna and his merciless teasing. Was it all that bad?— No, no, not at all. Were you complaining? — absolutely not. (At least he had some nice phat jugs for you to fondle). 

He loved you too much to stop his cruel words and affectionate touches,— and he was going to make sure you stayed right beside him,— exactly where you belong. 

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A/N: i love him and i'd die for him

[privitivium]

YES YES YES!!! CHUBBY MIDDLE AGE DILF!!!! GOD I LOVE YOUR MIND YOU UNDERSTAND ME SO WELL!

IM DYING FOR SMUT OF HIM ALREADY 😫

I loveee the concept of edgy darling and Yan Dilf... He's so clueless on how to deal with and hang out with you and just let you take the lead all together....

so cute i love you you fucking get me. subbot yan dilf w amab domtop reader ! Hooray!

yan dilf with an angsty adult darling who he is lowkey clueless with is such a thought.

yan dilf who uses bonding techniques with you that he's honed since his kids' birthㅡall adults - only having one tween in in his huge house.. dilf who's all weirded out by his own odd behavior around you - knowing that he's usually suave and such a damn smooth talker around othersㅡwhy the hell cant he use his tactics on you? the hell did you do to him-?!?! he isnt complaining, no... but he would like it if he would stop "embarrassing himself" in front of his cool younger boyfriend who he's obsessed with. ugh! ( not even boyfriends, yet he calls you such a thing. nerd. )

him taking you out to these fancy places, fancy bars, hoping to catch your interest further; knowing that you at least have some sort of crush on him - ( he really hopes you dont see him as a father away from home ) being so close to him and all... yan dilf straight faced jerking off while imagining your fingertips trailing over his back while in the comfort of his room. wanting you to watch while he does it. would you like the sight? would you do it for him? he can't stop these disgusting thoughts no matter how hard he tries when he's around you, much to his chagrin.

ㅡhaving to sit awkwardly, hiding his lower half under the table when at a cafe or restaurant and speed to the bathroom while your face is turned to either fix the problem or splash cold water on his face. he cant help the way his tummy gets butterflies when his hand brushes against yours while walking ㅡ and he can't stand it. you make him act like a younger ... prettier version of himself. his highschool - college-self. making him feel all these fucking feelings again... it's so intoxicating. you. you, you, you,,,,,...

him being all lowkey awkward around you but it comes off as rigid and uncomfortable. just because he likes you so much and he's unsure of what to do with himself - and his imagination isnt much help. wondering..,,,, as he glances inbetween your legs,,, what it would feel like. wondering what kind of toy he has to use on himself to mock your dick, on his own time, caught up in his thoughts - riding a thick silicone cock messy with lube and his spit, and whining for you;; all alone. muscly, sturdy frame and stern face, simply intimidating with his demeanor - it was him being shy is all...

ㅡthen actually fucking him. plowing into him at a leisure pace at his place, in his bed - house empty. him clamping down so eagerly, so unused to the size of you, the dildo he had been fucking himself is so puny - the warmth you provide him making him all warm and fuzzy and - fuck, he's drooling. looking up at you with glazed eyes as you guide him to look at you in a hunched over form of missionary... his face burning with embarrassment and arousal yet keeping eye contact as you trail your hand down his jaw, hips methodically plapping against his as you gently take hold of the base of his thick, half limp cock that was more chub than length. stroking his half-hard cock gently, before softly taunting; sure are pretty... looking up at me with that pouty expression... you want something from me? do you want me to cum inside? be defiled, old man? you would look even prettier, can you imagine that?

ㅡpretty? yeah, right. but the mere tone of your voice and the way you compliment him makes him cum all the while. he's weak to you and he can't help it. he hates it. he fucking loves it. he does - he really does. he's so comfortable... too comfortable with you. nearly having a hand on your inner thigh everytime you sit in public together, so infuriatingly close to your prick.

ㅡhe knows what hes doing. and he's proud to say he has a little of that suaveness back just to tease you like this... but it doesnt end as well as he hoped. having to sob out of pleasure as you fuck him over his dinner table after what he thought was a cute dinner date with just the two of you in the house, turning into a fuckfest as you make him cum over and over until his dick could not take it any longer-! scoffing in amusement, shoving him to sit down, glass of water at his side as you so eagerly dip down in-between his legs - lapping at his dirty shrunken cock. uh huh.

chubby dad bod you feel up bro,,,. hands roaming over his abdomen,,, grazing and groping at his fat pecs - thick arms you can happily hold onto or nonchalanty squeeze,,

he lets you, wordlessly. letting you the lead with everything - letting you abuse his holes however you deem fit and letting you rake your fingers through his hair in a public display of affection and letting you touch him wherever, whenever you wanted ㅡ because you at least know what you're doing. unlike him - which is hard to admit... and, him not even having to stalk you because you were constantly around him, something that he truly cherishes. but ,,, he does plant cameras in your place when to you happen to have him over and disappear into the bathroom. he's just a little protective over you, wanting to make sure you're eating right, taking care of yourself right - and he's jerking off to the livefeed of you sitting on your couch.

[itadoir]

PLEASE HURRY LEAVE ME.

gojo satoru/reader

cw: angst no comfort

word count 819

satoru seeks you out even after you leave.

he comes uninvited and unannounced in the middle of the night, and you can’t find it in your heart to tell him to leave. not when he sets a bag of your favorite snacks on the table and you can see the slight tremble in his grip. he engulfs you in a hug before you can even utter a word at him, digging the dull tips of his fingers into your sides tightly until you slide your hands up to his chest to push him away.

“i missed you so much,” he whines, finding his spot beside you on your bed. he pushes your laptop away from your lap and replaces it with his head instead. with his sunglasses and blindfold absent, you could clearly see the bright eyes peering at you, contrasting with your dim room.

sensing that you weren’t going to offer a response, his much larger hands find yours and he brings it to his chest. he continues talking, “did you know nanami came back a few days ago?”

that came as quite a surprise. though the blonde man and you weren’t on the best of terms, you still kept in contact occasionally. after all, you worked together during your high school days and he followed your decision to leave. you were the first person he talked to when he decided to leave the sorcerer community to become a salaryman. you were there when he got his first promotion, and the many more that followed. and the nanami you knew? he was extremely firm on his decision to leave, refusing to hear any persuasion from anyone no matter how close they were.

“why?” your eyebrows furrow, subconsciously running your thumb over satoru’s thumb.

he shrugs, “who knows?”

he didn’t voice out his thoughts, but you could see right through him. when are you coming back? do you ever plan on coming back?

satoru never approved of your decision to leave. the two of you were so close to being together–officially together–when you suddenly announced your ‘retirement’, opting to spend your days in normal human society instead of being a jujutsu sorcerer. at the early age of 18, gojo satoru found his world crashing down. the two most important people in his life had left him, and the promises you and suguru made to him were long crushed and forgotten. the image of him showing up on your doorstep in the middle of a starless night was still clear in your mind. 

“didn’t you say that we could be together after you graduate?! you intentionally lied to me, didn’t you?” his fists were tightly clenched. he couldn’t control the poison seeping through his lips, nor the stray tear that slid down his pale cheek graciously hidden by the pouring rain. 

your upbringing was more than humble when compared to satoru’s. you weren’t from a powerful clan; you were born to an ordinary civilian couple who barely got by and happened to be blessed with a curse technique. the promise of a guaranteed job and high salary brought you to the gates of jujutsu high. you didn’t mean to lie when you promised the man that you would accept his confession after you graduated and become a full-fledged sorcerer. it was the only way his clan would acknowledge you, after all.

in no time, the man’s breath evens out as his eyes flutter shut. the crease between his eyebrows that he himself probably didn’t even notice, disappears, and a bit of drool lands on your comforter. he had never looked more at peace but you knew better than to think he was asleep.

“satoru,” you call out. he doesn’t move an inch and you pull your hand out of his vice-like grip.

“i know you’re awake.” you took a deep breath, chest burning with a pain that had become way too familiar for your own liking, “don’t come here anymore.” 

It’s for the best. he could find another lovely person to call his. who he doesn’t have to fight tooth and nail with his clan and all the higher-ups to be with; and you can find someone who can actually make it to all the important events in your life. who you can share every exciting detail to with an enthusiasm that has yet to expire with time. a love that you didn’t have to share with the rest of humanity. and he shifts, his head and body turning away from you. a resounding snore travels through the room.

“please,” you finish, “leave me.”

your eyes trail to your nightstand. a moth landed on the rim of your lighted candle, its appearance casting a shadow in the light that illuminates your dim room.

“leave.” you wanted to say to it. shame that it couldn’t understand you, and it flutter its wings to get closer to the light–right into the fire.

[mrwavellswaps]

Go Bananas!

(A gift for @transformee)

Adam closed the door behind himself as he came home from a long day at work. He let out a sigh of relief as he grabbed a refreshing beverage from the kitchen before making his way to the living room. Adam was your average dude. A 6’1” engineer who was a little out of shape and just doing what he could to get by. Having recently turned 41 years old, he was fairly content with the way things were going for him right now though sometimes he couldn’t help but wish his life had a little more… flare to it. Sure things were normal for him now but having a bit of craziness in his life would certainly spice things up he always thought.

That’s why when he sat down to put some TV on, Adam immediately put on a recorded episode of The Challenge. A show that’d been going on for decades now and was highly successful. Teams of contestants all competing against one another on various challenges in an effort to advance to win the big cash prize at the end. And through all the contestants there was one that always stood out to Adam. Johnny Bananas. He’d appeared on many many seasons of The Challenge now and always managed to captivate Adam with not only his humour and charisma but also his dashing good looks! And to top it all off he was the same age as Adam! 41 years old! Though of course Bananas wasn’t his actual last name, it was a nickname he’d been given back in college due to how crazy his friends thought he was. One that very quickly stuck and eventually became a trademark of his.

It was that craziness he had mixed with the cocky confidence he gave off that really enticed Adam. Not only was he super hot but Johnny just always seemed like he was having a blast with all these different reality shows he’d go on. Doing all these insane challenges and getting into drama with other contestants. It was exactly was Adam wished he had sometimes. All that excitement around him. Getting to blend with all these other colourful TV personalities. It sounded like an absolute dream to him! But as much as he wished he could be Johnny, that’s all it was. A dream.

Still that didn’t stop Adam from watching almost any TV show Johnny was in. Always excited to see the comedic lunatic on screen that he couldn’t help lusting over. Wishing and wishing that he could be just like him. Having that body and aura of confidence. Even now Adam couldn’t help pawing at his crotch as he watched Johnny on screen. Only being snapped out of it at last by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

He paused the show as he hit up, wondering who it could be as he made his way to the front door. When he opened the door however, he was nothing but confused. Standing on the other side was a handsome middle aged man. Silver hair, salt and pepper bear, strong build hidden underneath his very fancy looking suit. Adam tried not to drool as his eyes quickly scanned his man up and down. Yet he also couldn’t help noticing the large package this man was carrying with the words “Bananas Secret” printed on it.

“Uhhhhh… hi?” Adam squinted, knowing he hadn’t ordered anything recently.

“Good evening sir. My name is Wavell and I’m offering you a very special package today. May I come in?” The strange man asked very politely with a dashing twinkle in his eye.

Adam didn’t know what the hell was going on but he couldn’t help eyeing this man up over how hot he was. Gorgeous even. He probably should’ve turned him away as he was likely just trying to sell something but… “Sure...”

Wavell’s smile widened as he stepped into the house. Adam guided him into the kitchen where Wavell sat the moderately sized box down on the table. He then clasped his hands together as he turned to Adam. “So. I’m sure you’re probably wondering what kind of wonderful gift I’ve brought you today.”

“I guess?” Adam still wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but couldn’t help going along with it anyway.

The older gentleman patted the box and ushered Adam closer. “Well then come take a look. I’m certain you’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

Still Adam wasn’t sure what to think but regardless he stepped up to the box Wavell had placed on the table. He couldn’t even begin to guess what exactly was inside. Bananas secret? That didn’t really giveaway a whole lot. Besides that there weren't any other indications on the box as to what it contained meaning there was only one way to find out. He ripped the top of the box open without hesitation, tearing away at the tape that was sealing it shut before pulling it open and what he saw inside was… not what he was expecting.

“Seriously? A literal Banana?” Adam said with a raised eyebrow. Looking into the box he saw none other than one single banana sat at the bottom. It was almost so obvious that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. But why just one? Why not a box full? God he was confused beyond belief right now.

Wavell smirked knowingly. “Yes. A Banana. But it’s no ordinary Banana. Go on. Take it.” He continued to coax Adam on with succession.

Adam reached into the box and pulled out the Banana. Immediately he could tell something about it was strange. It felt slightly heavier than he’d expected and now that he could see it in proper lighting he could really see just how yellow it was. Almost cartoonishly so. There were zero bruises or blemishes. Not too big or small. Shaped just right. It looked perfect! Too perfect even. So much so that Adam was convinced it had to be a fake somehow.

“I can assure you it’s most certainly real.” Wavell said suddenly in an almost creepy manner as if he could hear Adam’s thoughts. “The Banana you hold has special properties you see. One might even say life changing.” He explained while taking the Banana from Adam for a moment so he could peel it, revealing the just as perfect and delicious looking interior. “Here. See for yourself.” He offered the perfect looking fruit back to the clueless man before him.

Hesitantly Adam reached out and took back the Banana. Now that it’d been peeled a mild aroma wafted towards his nose, gently permeating his sense of smell with its calming scent. So much so that merely looking at it was beginning to make his mouth water. He couldn’t stop himself.

He took a bite.

“Mmmmmm…MmmMmm.” Adam hummed as he chewed, savouring the gorgeous taste in his mouth for as long as possible. Allowing his taste buds to bathe in it before finally gathering the strength to swallow.

“Tastes good right?” Wavell chuckled.

Adam could only shake his head in response as he was too focused on taking another bite to answer properly. Practically tearing off another chunk of the Banana and chewing away at it in delight. He didn’t think he’d tasted anything this good before in his life. The flavours were just exploding in his mouth. Allowing this heavenly feeling to wash over his body with every bite, every chew and every swallow. Almost like it was flooding his body with a newfound sense of power that he couldn’t quite explain.

Little did Adam know just how right he actually was. But Wavell knew. The magic infused into that Banana was already flowing through every vein of Adam’s body. Pumping him full of excitement and energy that became more and more evident as Adam sprung an uncontrollable erection once he was nearly finished eating. Yet he didn’t even notice!

“Really enjoying that, aren't we?” Wavell commented as he watched Adam get down to the last bite while glancing at the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

Adam nodded again enthusiastically as he chewed on his last piece, savouring it as much as he could before finally swallowing one last time. “Oh god yeah! I don’t know what the hell you put in that but it tasted incredible!? Where can I get more of those?!” He asked immediately, now wishing it hadn’t just been the one Banana in the box.

Wavell placed his hands gently on Adam’s shoulders while glancing into his eyes. “Don’t worry Adam. You’re not going to need anymore of them. Just one is all you’re gonna need to Go Bananas.”

“Go Bananas?… Hey wait, how did you know my name?” Adam questioned as Wavell’s grip tightened ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it Adam. All you need to worry about is Going Bananas!”

There it was again. That same weird phase. Only this time it really rang through Adam’s body. Through his mind even. Something about them caused something stir inside of him. A feeling that only made his body more excited. That only made his cock even harder.

Wavell let go of his shoulders before waving a hand down Adam’s body. In an instant Adam’s clothes vanished. Showing off his naked body in all its glory and allowing his dick to spring forwards having been released from its fabric constraints.

“You’re not gonna be needing those. Not when you really Go Bananas.”

Again. Those words. Why did they make Adam feel so relaxed? So soothed. Yet so energised at the same time. He was so engulfed in the feeling of it all that he didn’t even seem to notice himself shrinking a couple of inches. Going down from his usual 6’1” height down to a still respectable 5’10”. He might’ve clocked onto the change had he not been so focused on staring into Wavell’s deep shimmering eyes.

“Go onnnn… just let it all out. Just Go Bananas!” The warlock continued on.

Adam began to change even further. He started to sweat as his body grew hotter and hotter by the second. Almost like he had a fever. Yet the heat itself was strangely calming and blissful. Almost like he was wrapped up in a warm blanket despite sweating buckets. Unbeknownst to him however, his body was shredding off masses of fat from his frame. Getting rid of the small belly that’d formed over the years. Banishing any unwanted flab here and there. Sweating it all right out until he was lean enough to be a slender men’s supermodel. But it didn’t stop there…

“Go… Bananas…” Adam mumbled to himself, repeating the phase that had brought his mind and body so much pleasure. Immediately his body began to grow once again, only this time instead of packing on fat it was packing on muscle instead!

Wavell grinned. “Now you’re getting it… because deep down you know that all you wanna do is Go Bananas!”

Adam let out a long groan that time as his body inflated. His flat chest expanding into modest pecs first and foremost while his shoulders and back widened slightly. Some subtle muscle definition made itself known across his back as his arms grew. Biceps and triceps pumping up nice and thick while veins ran down his forearms, forcing them to grow in tandem. He couldn’t help grunting slightly as for the first time in his life, strong looking abs cobbled themselves onto his stomach.

“Goooo… Bananaasss…” Adam moaned, cock bucking in an uncontrollable manner as he did.

Wavell reached out and gripped Adam’s cock gingerly, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did. “There you go. Just keep Going Bananas.” He coaxed even further. “Because Going Bananas just feels sooo good doesn’t it.” He added causing the other man’s cock to drool precum into his hand.

Adam smiled dumbly as he nodded along with everything Wavell told him and whilst he did his dick began to follow the same example his other muscles were setting. Without warning it started to engorge in Wavell’s hand. Growing thicker and longer as another large glob of precum dripped from its fat head. But of course a huge cock wouldn’t be complete without a pair of massive bull bulls to go with it. Thankfully his nuts weren’t far behind as they doubled in size while filling to the brim with virile cum.

The warlock continued to repeat that magical trigger phase over and over and over. Drilling it deeper and deeper into Adam’s mind and forcing his body to continue changing. His legs were of course next on the list as they began to expand. Quads and hams bulged slightly as even his calves began to look bigger. In honesty they weren’t all that much bigger than they were originally with the main difference being that the size now came more so from muscle rather than fat making Adam’s body feel much stronger and harder than ever before!

“Come on Johnny! You’re almost free!” Wavell chanted. “Go Bananas!” He watched with satisfaction as ink swirled onto Adam’s skin. First of all creating a tattoo on his left shoulder that spread down across his bicep before then creating a second tattoo on his right lat, just below his armpit.

Adam of course didn’t even clock what Wavell had just called him. How could he when he was far too focused on the growing feeling in his backside. He grunted as his ass began to swell, packing on some extra muscle alongside the leftover fat making it nice and bubbly. Not stopping until Adam had a thick squeezable peach of an ass that anyone would be tempted to grope.

Wavell grabbed the sides of Adam’s head as he changed the phrase again and again, prompting the physical transformation to complete itself. Adam’s voice shifted slightly as it travelled up his neck and towards his face. His hair quickly began to change, shaping itself into a much more stylish look far nicer than what Adam usually wore. As it did his entire head started reshaping itself, forcing his facial features to move and realign themselves. Wavell traced his fingers across Adam’s jaw. Running them just above his lip and along his chin. As he did so the prickle of facial hair growing quickly could be felt as what started as stubble fast turned into a short beard that decorated Adam’s changing face. The feeling of such a process was almost indescribable but thankfully it didn’t hurt one bit. It just felt rather uncomfortable for a moment until finally everything settled in place.

“Perfect.” Wavell commented as he summoned a small handheld mirror before flipping it around to face Adam. “Just look at that gorgeous face of yours. No wonder they're always asking you to come back on those Challenge TV shows. They can’t get enough of your handsome mug.”

Adam’s dick throbbed in excitement yet again as he witnessed his own reflection. Looking back at him was none other than the man he’d jerked off to countless times before. The man he always looked forward to seeing on TV. The man he’d been somewhat obsessed with ever since he first saw him.

“I’m… Johnny Bananas…”

Wavell sniggered a little at the funny sounding stage name. “That’s right Johnny. Physically anyway. Now it’s your mind’s turn.” Wavell placed a warm hand against Johnny’s cheek.

Johnny couldn’t help leaning into it slightly, feeling as though the warmth was somehow massaging his brain. Moulding it gently. Bit by bit he could feel parts of his old personality being picked away. His former self tried its utmost to resist. To fight back against these changes. Trying to remember who he used to be against all odds. But it was impossible. This magical force being imposed on him was far too strong. Johnny had no choice but to give in.

That kind humble nature he once had slowly being squashed down and reshaped into a much cockier and slightly smug one. Any form of shyness he might’ve had before was being drained away to make room for a new confident charm that would allow him to woo almost anybody. Even the majority of his former goals and ambitions in life were being replaced with a desire to be a star. To be seen on national television by millions around the globe. Just something about that just seemed so exhilarating! So exciting! So right! Like it was where he was supposed to be!

“Go Bananas…” He continued to mumble the phrase to himself as even the majority of his original memories were suppressed to make space for new ones. Memories of growing up as Johnny and being the class clown back in school. All his college friends thought he was a little crazy, earning him the nickname of Bananas. A nickname that would follow him through his career as a TV personality and would quickly become a trademark of his. All sorts of new friends and family came to mind as well as he started to think of some of the people he’d seen on TV shows like The Challenge as people he actually knew personally. People he competed against on the show!

Seeing that Johnny’s transformation was more or less complete, Wavell got down on one knee before wrapping his lips gingerly around the tip of Johnny’s thicker cock, sucking on it gently. Making sure to dance his tongue around the engorged head as he slowly slipped further down the shaft. Moving closer and closer towards the base until he was deep-throating the entire thing without an issue. Wavell smiled internally a little. It was moments like this that made him remember why he loved cock so much.

Johnny couldn’t help himself. As he started to regain some sense of self, he placed and hand in the back of Wavell’s head, gripping his neatly styled hair, and immediately began face fucking him. Making sure to stuff his dick as far down the warlocks throat as humanly possible before pulling back and doing it over again. Wavell didn’t mind of course. Cock was his specialty after all. His mouth and throat were practically made for it and it showed by how much Johnny was getting into it.

Pretty soon the man that was once Adam had been totally repressed, crushed under the weight of his new persona. He was still there and fully aware of who he used to be but if anything that only made him happier. Allowing him to acknowledge how much better he was now. How much of an upgrade his new body and mind were compared to what he had before. It was a blessing if anything that only made him more grateful for who he was now. Grateful to be Johnny.

With one last powerful yell, Johnny squeezed his thick ass before blowing a huge load down Wavell’s throat who hungrily swallowed it all. His yell turned to a low groan as he could feel the warlock sucking hard on his sensitive tip to make sure he got every drop. Greedy as always.

“Mmmm… now that was some quality stuff.” Wavell wiped the excess cum from his beard and lips before standing back up to face a rather drained looking Johnny. “Well. Time to get you ready I think.”

Johnny wasn’t quite sure what Wavell meant as he grabbed the box off the table that’d had the banana in it from before, shoving it into Johnny’s hands. He hardly gave Johnny a moment to question it before the world around them spun in a twister of purple smoke. Smoke that dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared. Only when it did they most certainly weren’t in Adam’s kitchen anymore or even his house for that matter! Rather they were standing in a rather lavish bathroom that Johnny couldn’t help finding familiar.

“Home sweet home eh?” Wavell said as he handed the box back to Johnny. Naturally the new man was confused until he felt the weight of the box. It certainly wasn’t empty anymore.

“Take a look.”

Curiously Johnny opened up the box once again only this time he found a brand new neatly folded suit alongside a pair of exquisite brown loafers sitting inside. Ignoring the nonsense of it all, he gently placed the box of the bathroom counter facing away from Wavell. Not that the warlock minded getting a full view of that bubbly ass.

Johnny carefully pulled out the suit piece by piece, examining it with care. “Now this looks fuckin perfect!” He comments as he admired the expensive feel to the fabric. “You really outdid yourself man, I’m gonna look hot as fuck tonight.” He looked back at Wavell with a cocky smirk. “Well. I always look hot but you know what I mean.”

“I certainly do. Like a diamond amongst jade.”

“See. You get it.” Johnny took the suit pants and began pulling them on. “You and I. We’re fucking diamonds. We’re the best at what we do and everyone fucking loves us for it.” He tugged the pants up and over his ass before tucking his cock in and zipping them up.

Wavell chuckled. “Going commando are we?”

“Of course. How else are people gonna see my dickprint?” Johnny responded wittily.

After that he reached in and grabbed the expensive loafers. “You see these shoes? Thousands of people are gonna want to get on their knees and kiss them tonight when they see me on TV.” He slipped the loafers onto his feet, satisfied with the perfect fit.

“Oh they absolutely will. You’re a TV icon now after all. A far cry from that out of shape run of the mill engineer you were before right?” Wavell commented, watching as Johnny began to slip on his crisp white shirt.

“R-right.” Johnny’s train of thought stopped for a moment. It was strange. He still remembered who he used to be deep down but it was so buried under these new memories and feelings that it almost didn’t seem real. Like he’d always been Johnny. Well he supposed it didn’t matter that much. It’s not like he’d ever be going back.

Johnny finally pulled on his suit jacket, perfectly matching his pants, before tucking in a pink pocket square to complete the look. “How about it Wavell?” He asked with a grin as he did a little spin to show off his body once more, now perfectly accented by the fitted suit.

“Dashing. You’re gonna have all the men slobbering for your cock.”

Men? For some reason that didn’t sound right at first. Johnny’s memories told him that he always fancied women but he couldn’t deny that he was still completely and utterly gay. Oh well it was all the same. At least now he could make some new memories dominating men and stretching their assholes nice and wide. Making the moan his name and fucking them so good that they’d be begging at a chance to have his dick again. Pleading for another load. He couldn’t fucking wait.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat for a while longer but I’ve got an interview to catch.” Johnny wrapped an arm around Wavell and started guiding him towards the door. “But hey maybe you could stop by sometime. You know, gimme a chance to thank you for all this.” They stopped for a moment as Johnny turned to look Wavell dead in the eyes, both men glaring down at one another lustfully until they finally leant forwards into a long kiss. Their beards scratched against one another as Wavell wrapped a hand around Johnny’s head and pulled him in closer. Savouring their little moment of passion.

Wavell smiled as they parted. “Perhaps. But I’ll have to bring my boyfriend if I do.”

Soon enough the pair were walking and talking as they made their way down Johnny’s driveway until they finally reached his car. Wavell had never been much of a car person all things considered but he could tell from a glance that it was quite the exquisite ride. It had a certain glimmer to it that would be sure to catch anyone’s eye, making sure that it stuck out from the other cars on the road, just like Johnny did.

“It was a pleasure. Really. I can’t thank you enough.” Johnny held out his hand. “Everything about this just feels like it was meant to be. Whenever I saw Johnny on TV, I always felt so drawn to him. Now I know why. It was my destiny to become him.

Wavell grasped the other man’s hand, shaking it firmly. “It most certainly was. And might I say you’re quite the upgrade from the original.” He replied, pleased that he’d been able to keep the new Johnny’s homosexuality intact despite the original Johnny being straight.

With that the pair exchanged their goodbyes as Johnny hopped in his car with the most gleeful look on his face. Wavell watched on proudly as the car rumbled to life and soon drove off out of the driveway and towards the studio where Johnny’s interview was going to be.

———

“And now I think it’s time to welcome tonight’s special guest! Johnny Devenanzio! Or, as he’s better known, Johnny Bananas!!” The host announced with joy.

On cue, Johnny made his way on stage from around back. An uproar of applause could be heard from the crowd as he waved to them. Sauntering towards the guest chair with the utmost confidence before getting himself sat down.

“Thank you for having me tonight.” He said with a devilish smirk knowing that this was his life from now on and he couldn’t wait to see where his newfound fame and gorgeous body would take him in the future.

[mitsuristoleme]

He Got That Boyish Look That I Like in a Man

written for @satoruoo as part of the Jjk Secret Santa (i hope you like it)

cw: aged up!yuuji. and by extension other characters. suggestive. fluff. mention of my poly!stsg x reader throuple. gojo and geto’s spouse referred to as [t/n] because technically they’re also a reader character and i’m to lazy to give them a name. megumi is a hater. 1.3k words. gojo is a menace but are we really shocked. gojo and geto’s spouse attempts to rizz up reader.

a/n: i actually have no idea how i wrote this but enjoy!! i love yuuji sm

People described yours and Yuuji’s relationship in many different ways.

Nobara was both happy that her two best friends (not that she would ever admit that she considered any of you her best friends) had found love in each other; and jealous that Yuuji had found a significant other before she had.

Megumi was utterly sick of the dumbassery (his words), something about you each being insane enough on your own.

Todo was glad that his brother/ best friend had a significant other but heartbroken because “how are we to talk about Jennifer Lawrence’s butt now?”

Yeah... Todo weirded you out when you first met him. Who yells “What kind of woman is your type?!” when you first meet someone??

Anyway.

You guys had started dating in your first year at Jujutsu High and the past four years that you had been dating were absolutely amazing. Perfect even. Yuuji is an amazing boyfriend. He cooks for you (the meatballs are KILLER), his body temperature is somehow always perfect for cuddling, and the sex is mindblowing.

The first Christmas eve after you graduate, you follow him down the sidewalk, your hands intertwined, heading to have dinner at a restaurant with your old teachers, Fushiguro and Kugisaki. He’s excitedly ranting about the sushi restaurant Gojo-sensei, Geto-sensei, their spouse introduced him to. Admittedly, you’re barely listening, too distrated by the sparkle in his eyes, the bounce in his step, his ever so perfect side profile, and his muscular build accentuated now that hes wearing a fitted t-shirt and jeans instead of his jujutsu high uniform.

Yeah, you’re drooling over your boyfriend. What? It’s not a crime.

“Baby? Baby are you listening? Hello? Earth to y/n?”

Yuuji’s hand waving in front of your face brings you back to reality and you apologise to the boy for ignoring him, albeit not regretting staring at him at all. You grin abashedly as you tell your now pouting boyfriend, “Sorry darling, but really its your fault for looking so sexy and edible.”

His face flushes a warm pink at your words and he pulls you closer by your waist to press a kiss to your hairline. “Say shit like that in public again and we might end up with a problem sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to leave our old teachers hanging now would we?” His voice had dropped to a deep, seductive whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

With his sunshine boy personality, it was easy to forget that Yuuji was inhumanly strong, and a lot less innocent than he appeared on the surface.

The proximity of his face to yours was causing your heart to pound ferociously in your chest, blood rushing to your face, and maybe somewhere else too. His golden eyes shone with mischief and lust, flicking between your eyes and mouth. His grip on your waist tightened as he took his lower lip into his mouth and you had to fight the urge to kiss him senseless in the middle of the street.

“Yuu,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “We should go or we’ll be extremely late and Kugisaki will never let us live it down.”

He lets out a huff and pouts, but starts walking to the restaurant you were supposed to be at nonetheless.

As soon as you guys enter the restaurant, you’re greeted by over enthusiastic yells by Gojo accompanied by his arms waving in the air to catch your attention.

T/n rises from the their chair and pulls you into an aggressive hug. You laugh as you hug your favourite teacher back, as they repeatedly tell you how pretty you look.

“Sensei, are you trying to steal my girlfriend from me?” Yuuji joked, as he received affectionate but mildly aggressive headpats from Gojo, all while Geto laughed in his seat. All the while, Megumi and Nobara ignored your existence.

“Yeah actually i am. These two aren’t cutting it anymore,” T/n laughs, gesturing to Gojo and Geto, who make gasps of mock offense.

“Thats not what you said last ni-“

Gojo is cut off by his black haired husband getting up and slapping his hand over his mouth. “Not in front of our students, you fool,” he hisses.

You head off to greet Nobara and Megumi as Yuuji chats with your teachers about his upcoming mission.

Megumi looks up disinterestedly from the book he’s reading as you approach. “Hey Thing 1,” he greets. Before you can give him a response to the blatant disrespect, Nobara shoves a Santa cap on your head.

“HO! HO! HO!” you immediately say obnoxiously, taking special care to say it right next to Megumi’s ear. He glares at your triumphant expression and mouths a silent ‘fuck you’.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you slide into the seat next to Yuuji and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns his head, momentarily distracted from the conversation he was having, and smiles at you. That beautiful dazzling smile that leaves you wonderstruck everytime you see it. He wraps an arm around your waist and turns back to his conversation with Geto.

He picks up his drink, condensation around the cold glass, and brings it to his lips. After four years of being together you realise just how attractive you find Yuuji’s hands and arms. They’re muscular and just the right amount of veiny. You’ve always known his hands were attractive, but something about the dim lighting of the restaurant, soft music playing in the background and being pressed against his side that makes you incredibly hyper aware of everything about him.

The rest of the evening passes by with Yuuji hands constantly resting on you, eliciting mock disgusted glares from Megumi, fake retching sounds from Nobara and fond looks from your teachers, who saw their relationship in their younger years in you.

When everyone gets ready to leave, T/n insists on driving “the kids” home. When your teachers’ car pulls up to your apartment complex, you and your boyfriend thank them for the ride and make the way up to your place.

The elevator ride up to your floor is shrouded in comfortable silence, Yuuji’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

You enter your house a little after midnight, absolutely wiped from the night you had. As fun as it was, keeping up with Gojo and Kugisaki’s energy at the same time could be pretty exhausting.

The small Christmas tree you and Yuuji set up a week ago twinkles away in the corner of the living room as you slip your shoes off. The moment you straighten up after putting away your shoes, Yuuji pulls you into a crushing hug.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispers. “You look beautiful everyday but you looked extra beautiful tonight. You’re the only Christmas gift I need baby,” he continues, all sweet and perfect and you want to cry and kiss his face off.

“Well then, its a pity I bought you the collector’s edition of the Human Earthworm movies,” you grin.

He gasps and before he has a chance to respond, you kiss him.

He responds with just as much enthusiasm, kissing you lovingly, even going as far as to lean you back into a dip.

You laugh contently as you break apart and straighten up, still pressed into his body.

“I love you so much, Yuu.”

“I love you too baby.”

He scoops you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, both of you giggling like middle schoolers. You wash your faces and finish your night routine, smiling at each other and bumping hips.

You settle into the covers with Yuuji pressed against you, your face resting against his chest. His comforting presence was lulling you to sleep. He had always been such a safe space for you, holding you through countless stressful breakdowns.

The last thing you hear before you black out is a soft “Merry Christmas sweetheart, I love you,” followed by a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.

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Aged Up Yandere Neteyam x Reader x Lo’ak Part 5

Notes: Uhm sorry this is actual shit guys, uhm I kinda rushed it at the end sorry 😢 Anyways I hope you guys still enjoy it

Warnings: Blood, gore, murder, knives, stabbing, heavy mentions of death, despair, sadness, yandere, screaming, bloodbath, nightmares, fighting, slut shaming, hitting, physical abuse, Neteyam being a lunatic again, kinda forced bonding (?), kissing,

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

As you awoke, your body longed for touch, moving back, you found yourself alone. No body to hold you into them, where had he gone? Sitting up, your nose scrunched from a horrid smell close by. It was retched, and it stung your senses the more you inhaled. Your vision seemed blurry the more you opened them, groggy from the night before. Your ears began to twitch at a strange noise, turning your blurred gaze to the noise, your eyes instantly widened at the sight in front of you. It was Neteyam, sitting on his knees, his back glistening in sweat, and a red ink? “Neteyam?” You asked, rubbing your eyes. The more your eyes awakened, the faster you realized what was happening. He had a knife in his hand, a bloody knife. Dripping in ivory red, the liquid trailing down the length of his arm. He was hunched over a tall figure, mumbling nonsense to himself. There was blood pooling around him, staining the wooden floor. The smell was horrid, your nose kept getting a whiff of it the more you woke up. The scent soiling the room, sticking to the walls, overriding the smell of the mossy forest. There was ichor splattered all across the walls, turning the room into a bloodbath. Death immersed the space you had slept in, the place you woke up in every morning. It was unrecognizable, covered in the aura of demise, and ending.

The more you watched, the faster your heartbeat picked up, heightening the longer your stare lingered. You were scared, frightened at the sight in front of your innocent eyes. You didn’t want to move, you wanted to stay, watching, never leaving. But it seemed your body moved by itself, your feet landing on the moist flooring, blood swamping around your toes. It was warm, hot almost, as if it’d been sitting in the sun all day. But that’s not where it was supposed to be, it’s meant to be inside of that blue capsule, kept warm and safe. Flowing through us, pumping our heart, rushing through our veins, helping our bodies move throughout the day. But instead it was here laid, and sprawled around your room, tinting your walls with death. Your feet moved, one by one, step by step. Lingering by the unrecognizable man in front of you, every step made a splashing sound. Spattering blood onto the sides of your dark blue ankles. Hugging the flesh of your legs, dripping down little by little the more you walked. Your eyes stayed on him, scanning every part of his body over and over again.

Then it came to a stop, your movements halting at the realization of just who you were looking at. Lo’ak laid in front of his older brother, mouth open, foaming with a thick red coloring, trickling down the sides of his face. His eyes were wide awake, but so dull. All life pulled out of his once loving eyes, his bright golden tinted orbs, now a dark orange, the color of a dark sunset. Such a rare shade, reserved only for the passing, for the ones whose time had come to an end. His thick eyelashes hovering over his tangerine toned spheres, an interesting picture to say the least. His lips turned brittle, layered in dried blood and drool. His large hand laid over his once dark blue skin, now painted scarlett. His callused hands splayed over a hole, a gaping hole of flesh. You could see right through it, a window looking out of his own body. Deep cuts surrounding it, cut right through his skin, his baby soft skin, now darkened and rose colored. His body stayed still, his chest flat, no oxygen coming in and out. Lifeless, dead, a corpse splayed in the middle of your room. He was gone, no more fighting, his soul was with Ewya now.

You wanted to cry, let the river come down your sapphire skin. Let the salty liquid cloud your vision as you wept. But nothing came out, a desert was all that was felt. Empty of any emotion, lifeless almost. You just stared, not talking, only standing and watching. “Isn’t it wonderful?” He asked, standing to meet you face to face. Just inches from your frozen form, unable to move. Caressing your cheek, he noticed your strange aura. You were so scared but so calm, what a good girl you were. “It’s only us now my love”.

They shot open, like a door flying unlocked from a gust of wind. Your eyelashes hitting the top of your shadow, it was a dream. Nothing more, a figment of your tainted imagination. But it seemed so real, you could smell the blood on your body. The ivory pooling around your boyfriend, and the wounds he had made on his brother. But where had that smell gone now? It had dissolved into thin air, disappeared into nothing now. And where was Lo’ak? He was there laying next to you, holding you tight in his grasp. The inside of his palms flush to your stomach. Your body had become sweaty, dripping down your body, falling off your fingertips like honey. It stuck to your skin, seeping out the more you tried to wipe it off. Your forehead was glistening, the bioluminescent dots making your body sparkle. You were steaming hot, and Lo’ak’s body temperature wasn’t helping. Slowly you decided to pry him off of you, slipping out of your hammock as he laid sound asleep. Your window showed you the night sky, the moon shining down on Pandora. It was in a crescent tonight, as if someone had sliced off a piece and left it hanging in the sky. It was a beautiful sight to see, but it wasn’t abnormal for you, it was very common in fact. The nights seemed to repeat themselves, showing you the same scene every nightfall. Of course the moon was in a different shape every dusk, but the way it shined was no different, the moon cycle never ending. The stars seemed to be holes in the sky, like it was a background on a table and a child had plucked holes into it, showing it’s true colors. There were so many, too many to count. Was this how the humans sky looked like?

Did they have holes in their solar system just like you? Neteyam would probably know, since his father was apart of the sky people. You found yourself admiring the sky for awhile, but you wanted to be closer. Tip toeing out of your hut, your feet stood on the dirt, the roots slightly poking out from nearby trees. As you walked through the clan, your eyes never lost the midnight sky, observing every movement that flashed through the empyrean. Your bioluminescent dots lead you through the forest, your pace picking up the farther you ran. It seemed so quiet at night compared to the sounds of rushing Na’vi around you. You wanted it to stay like this, only being able to hear the sounds of the rushing rivers and animals, and your breath picking up the more you did. “Y/n?” He spoke, blocking your pathway before you could go any further. “Teyam?” He came closer. “What are you doing up?” His voice was so demeaning towards you and you hated it, you were not a child anymore and he wasn’t your father. “I could be asking you the same question” moving past him, your hair hitting him in the face.

“Don’t be like that y/n” following behind you, annoyance hinting in his tone. Ignoring him, you continued on with admiring the sky. It seemed the stars had moved ever since you took your eyes off of them. Noticing your glance, he asked “what are you looking at?” Interested in what could be more important then him right now. “The stars” he glanced up at them “what’s so special about them?”. “Their always there” your eyes still glued to them as you spoke. “I never hear you talk about them” “I don’t have to tell you everything” sassing back to your aggravating boyfriend. “I tell you everything don’t I?” You looked at him finally, eyes piercing through him “No you do not” “You think I’m lying?” “I know you are”. He smirked, as if he knew something you didn’t. “Alright then what have I not told you?”. There were so many answers to that question, but you just rolled your eyes, obviously wanting to be alone at the moment, but as always he never gave you what you wanted. “You didn’t tell you how much you hate Lo’ak, or about how jealous you are of him” you shot back, looking back up at the stars. “I’m not jealous of him, he’s jealous of us” “Keep lying to yourself”.

He stopped, pulling you back to meet him “Why are you being so fucking rude? Huh?” you instantly slapped his hand off you, causing him to hiss at the sudden sting. “Go away Neteyam, I do not want to be around you right now!” he looked down at you, eyelids half opened as his eyes turned to slits before you. He was obviously furious at the way you were treating him, you had never been so rude to him before. And he knew exactly why “This is Lo’ak’s fault. He’s putting things into your head isn’t he? Or maybe your giving it to him you little slut” his finger pushing into your chest as he moved into you, causing you to slightly stumble. Your eyes immediately widened at him, who the fuck did he think he was talking to? “Get a fucking grip Neteyam, I’m not doing shit with your brother” you pushed him away, making your way as far as you could. He just laughed at you, following right behind. “Then where’s he sleeping tonight huh? Cause he’s not home” he pushed back, quickly matching your pace. “Go and look for him if your so worried then” you shot back, getting anxious that he somehow knew where he was.

He stopped dead in his tracks, as he began putting the puzzle pieces together. A lightbulb flashed in his mind, a sly smirk forming on his face. He started smiling to himself, a dangerous smirk creeping on his face. You could hear a chuckle coming from him as he stared you down. “Oh you are so childish y/n” he teased in a sly tone. the hair on your back stood up from his words sending a shivered chill down your spine. “Thinking I wouldn’t find out?” He smiled slyly, what a foolish girl you were. He stepped closer behind you, his breathe catching on your neck. His hand coming to wrap around your chin, his hands were rough as was his tone. “W-what are you talking about?” You asked, trying to play it off. Your cheeks were becoming hot as you became anxious.

He hissed at your lies, before turning you around with one swift movement. He pushed you down to the ground as he smiled down at you, he was a different man than before. He looked just how he did in your dream, with murder on his mind. “Don’t play fucking dumb with me y/n” he scowled, before leering at you again. “You’ll see what I’m talking about when I have his head on a stick” he smiled at that, smiling at the mere thought of killing his own brother. Turning away from you, he made his way to your hut “Stop!” You screamed as you ran after him, you pulled him away, scratching and hitting him in fear he was being serious. “Let go y/n!” He yelled, as he turned to you, his face had changed. His eyes were dark and black, no color in them anymore. He was an animal, he was not Na’vi anymore he was a beast. A beast who was hungry for bloodlust, you didn’t even have to look at his face, his body languge was enough to show it.

He pushed you against a tree as he looked down at you in fury. “Maybe if you weren’t such a slut I wouldn’t have to do this” he pushed you hard into the tree, putting you back into your place. “Neteyam please!” Your voice was dripping from fear and desperation, you held onto his arm to try to reason with him. “Please don’t hurt him! I’ll do whatever you want Teyam” you cried out as your grip tightened on his bicep. His ears perked up at your words, a sick idea coming to mind. You were so pathetic to him, so easily manipulated. “Anything you say?” He chuckled, looking back to you as his agonizing eyes met yours. “Yes Teyam anything! Please don’t hurt him!” You begged, tears prickling at the sides of your eyes. He didn’t answer for a minute, thinking long and hard at your suggestion. “Mate with me” he came closer, caressing the sides of your face ever so smoothly. “Now” he was stern, he wasn’t asking, he was demanding you to obey. “R-right now?” You asked, fearful of what he meant. “What the fuck else would I mean?” He hissed back, his face twisting in annoyance at your idiotic question. You looked down in submission, trying to weigh out your options.

After awhile you looked back up at him, your hand coming to hold his as your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “Ok” you mumbled, and that was all he needed. It was like a switch went off on him, his adrenaline was pumping, his veins popping out of his biceps in excitement. He practically lunged at you, his hands coming to hold your neck as his lips intertwined with yours. His kiss was deep, passion tingling through his skin. He’d been waiting to do this for so long, so many moons to do this to you. His grip on your waist was dangerously tight as his mouth traveled down your neck. “T-Teyam” you whimpered out as his lips molded onto your body. “What is it pretty girl?” He asked teasingly, his gaze meeting yours as lust filled his eyes. You wanted to answer so badly, but his grip was sickening on you. And his gaze scared you, it was something you had never seen before. You didn’t answer, and he didn’t bother to ask again. His hands traveled down the length of your body, his hand coming to untie your top quickly.

He reached behind your back as he brought your queue in front of you, he looked down at you through hooded eyes. He was more then excited, so so much more then excited. He was thirsty for you, his desire growing by the second. He gave you a look asking if you were ready, you nodded slowly as your breathe picked up right away. Your palms were sweating from anxiety, this was it, you were his forever after this. That was the last thing you wanted right now, but did you really have a choice? He grabbed his queue from his back, and brought it up to your face as he smirked at you in lust. Your eyes stayed on the queue, as they filled with anticipation and fear. Slowly he brought them together the tendrils enclosing around one another. Your head shot back in surprise as you connected, your pupils dilating right away. Your chest heaved as you held onto him for support. Your reaction was far from calm, you began to shake as you started to feel everything he did. His jealousy, the lust he felt for you, and the obsession. The obsession scared you, he was infatuated with you and it was frightening. You heard every thought that ran through him and you looked up at him with a frightened state.

What had you done?

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[darlingsfandom]

Drunk cillian getting a bj in a bar bathroom? It could either by a random girl or his significant other. The idea of super well behaved cillian letting a little bit too lose is like 🥵

I'm sorry this took me a few days to respond!

A soft sigh slipped from your lips as you watched the people around you drink their self sick. It was another Tuesday night and you found yourself watching the regulars pound them down while you swung your legs off the barstool. Your fingers tapped against the bar while the bar tender slid a shot in your direction.

"I didn't order this Tom." You gave him a puzzled look as he threw his rag over his shoulder and chuckled. "I know ya didn't because in the four months you've been here ya never had a sip of alcohol." You pursed your lips together and examined the glass before giving Tom a weak smile . "Don't worry it's from the gentlemen down there." You followed his finger to see a man a little slumped over before he seen you and raised his glass. You gave a small wave before giving the shot back to Tom. You hopped off the stool carefully and smoothed your outfit over before grabbing your purse and made your way to the man at the end of the bar.

"Oh . My . God!" You whispered to yourself as you approached the man. You swear you didn't have any alcohol but there was no possible way that this was real, but it was.

"Hello, did ya not like yer drink?" His plump lips curved into a smile as you stood face to face with him.

"It was a nice gesture but I couldn't accept it." Your fingers wrapped around the string of your purse as he slapped himself in the face with the palm of his hand.

"Ya married aren't ya?"

"No no! Painfully single actually but I don't drink. Just like to be here and get away from everything." You tilted your head with a soft smile on your lips until you felt his fingers under your chin. He made you look up at him.

"If yer single , kiss me pretty one!" His lips brushed against yours before they fully crashed into them. His kisses were strong and slippery as he pulled you closer.

"Cillian!" You gasped feeling him pinch your bum but then fear coursed through your veins which made him chuckle sense you radiated nervous energy to him.

"Don't worry doll. I had a feeling ya knew who I was because of the way you approached me. I won't bite ya unless ya want me too of course." He grabbed your hand and stumbled off his stool. His fingers laced into yours and pulled you down the dark hallway. Sweat pooled in your hands as your mouth went dry. You didn't think you'd be standing in the bathroom of a run down pub holding hands with Cillian Murphy. He's double your age and yet that's not what you were worried about.

The lights flickered above you as you stood there in the middle of the bathroom. He scanned over you with lustful eyes as his hands filled up your body. He turned to look in the mirror while he stood behind you kissing your neck. You watched as his hands dipped into your shirt and massaged your breasts before you felt a sting in your neck as his teeth punctured your skin. Your eyes rolled back , your knees buckled as he licked over the spot before turning you back around and placing you on your knees. Your eyes were hooded watching him unzip his pants.

"Something tells me that ya have thought about this before." His words came out slowly as he patted your head softly before gripping your hair tightly into his fist. "Gonna make ya suck my cock until I say yer done." You licked your lips before wrapping them around the head of his angry cock. Cillian pushed his cock down your throat slowly until your nose was against his pubes. You inhaled his scent making yourself cock drunk . The sound of your choking echoed off the dirty walls as you sat on the heels of your feet bobbing your head up and down against Cillian fat cock. Drool dribble down your chin as he hit the back of your throat. His fingers tightened the grip on your hair as he fucked your throat faster.

"Shit! You're such a good little cock sucker. I knew ya would be!" Cillian used his free hand to grip the sink to keep balance as you used your free to massage his balls. He let out a deep groan when you touched his balls. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum if ya keep playin with my balls like that!" You used your fingers to smear the drool from your chin onto his balls as he fucked your throat harder making the drool pour faster. Your eyes burned with tears as you looked up into his blue eyes.

"FUCK!" He cried out as his cum shot down your throat. You sat there and let it happen before sealing every drop possible. You licked your lips up at him as he yanked you to your feet. "You're coming back to my hotel room with me ya got it? Because I need more of ya" Cillian straightened himself up before grabbing your hand and led you back into the bar so he could pay his tab and get his stuff. Tom looked at you with a smirk as he watched you and Cillian leave together with Cillians arm draped over your shoulder. Everyone knew what had happened and what was about to happen.

[resident-gay-bitch]

a steddie modern au idea that i probably won’t write because i just Don’t have the time or energy for another wip but i’m putting it out here so i remember it, and if anyone wants to write this or gets inspired Please tag me so i can read it <3

okay so imagine this right, rockstar eddie & popstar steve - on complete opposite ends of the music spectrum, forcibly brought together by their label to collaborate on an album!!

read more under the cut :)

( i basically wore the fic lol )

okay, eddie’s in his band right with CC, and they’ve come so far and are doing so well in the metal industry. eddie’s made quite the reputation for himself as the loud, bash, pushy, stuck up, bitchy rockstar who makes his own rules, parties fucking hard, and is a certified sex symbol across the globe.

once on stage, playing out under the stars, a bat flew down onto stage and it was freaking gareth out so eddie Caught it with his hands and held it up simba style, named it ozzy, sent it back off into the night sky and dubbed the bat the bands - and eddie’s own - personal mascot. this was way earlier on in their career so metal snobs started calling him an ozzy osbourne wannabe - the prissy Princess of Darkness. untill he started making way and then the name stuck and one time eddie came out onstage in full pink princess dress and crown and played their gnarliest show yet.

steve harrington though? he’s an angel. the youngsters drool over him and have pictures of soft sweaters and stawberry lipglossed steve on their walls, middle aged women look at him and wished their husbands could be the kind soul that the world knows him to be. the “men” call him a queer and pathetic, and when people ask steve about it in interviews he just smiles and shrugs and says in his soft voice “if that’s how they want to perceive me, that’s okay. i know who i am, i’m just steve. why should we spread hate when we can just be nice?”

girls from highschool started posting about their own experiences with the soft boy sensation that is steve, saying he was the kindest boy they’ve ever dated, he brings girls flowers and kisses them on the doorstep and Holds Their Hands during sex. gen z start calling him a “king 💅” whenever Anything comes out about steve because he just Can’t do anything wrong, and eventually he gets dubbed the King of Pop.

eddie munson is best friends and living with five time gold medalist olympian chrissy cunningham, the gymnast young girls look up too. they’re often speculated to be dating, and half the world thinks they’re actually married concidering they have a cat together, often wear matching outfits when out, and hold hands when walking around. one time eddie was captured giving her a forehead kiss when standing in line for smoothies. but concidering eddie is also seen leaving venues with girls under his arm, and chrissy following behind him with a couple of guys, the rest of the world says they can’t be. who knows, maybe their open or polly, it’s the twenty first century everybody! (but in truth eddie’s walking with chrissy’s hookups under his arms, and chrissy’s chatting away with the guys eddie plans on ruining for the night, and they’ll swap once sage inside the trailer)

steve has a house right next door to up and coming actress robin buckley, and they took down the fence between their homes and built a corridor combining them. they’re as close as chrissy and eddie seem to be, but after robin was seen making out with one of her female costars at a red carpet after party, and wearing a lesbian flag pin on her jacket in paparazzi pics, those rumours have died significantly.

chrissy cunningham is in love with steve harrington, she thinks he’s the perfect man, “if i had to date a guy, eddie, it would be that one and that one Only. i’ll excuse the penis if he looks at me with those pretty boy eyes.” she has posters of him on her wall, listens to his music on the regular, and eddie knows way more about him than he’d like to admit. not that he pays much attention, just when chrissy plays his latest single on an endless loop and quotes things he says on the daily, a guys gonna pick up on stuff.

robins little sister, max, who by platonic-soulmate-law, is steve’s little sister is Obsessed with CC. she listens to them all the time, along with a bunch of other metal and punk bands, and has a poster of him shredding on her wall. her boyfriend lucas gets jealous about it all the time and even took to learning one of his solos on steve’s guitar.

the thing is, though, eddie and steve are perceived the way they are because their label actually Sucks and they’re signed in for too many more years to find a way out.

queer aligations got shot around about Everyone in CC. people think they all fuck guys, people think they all fuck eachother, people think so many things and the label twists and turns those stories to make them “acceptable”.

the thing is though, they’re all so fucking gay… and they all have fucked eachother. eddie and gareth were boyfriends back in highschool, jeff and grant have been together for the last couple of years and they’re talking marriage. they’ve all hooked up with eachother separately, they’ve all gotten together for a few foursomes, they’ve all gangbanged a bunch of groupies of Multiple genders together, so eddie Knows where the rumours come from. he wants to be out, hates hiding, thinks it’s stupid and backwards and Who Cares if they loose a few followers? those aren’t the kinds of people eddie wants listening to his music anyway.

it’s only when gareth settled down with his new wife and popped out kid number one that the rumours about him started to die out… even though, before the kid came around, gareth and his wife would sleep with eddie, jeff, and grant like… all the time.

the only queer speculations about steve are the ones coming from the “alpha males” and younger queer boys that connect with him and want someone like steve to look up too and say “he’s queer too, we’re the same, and it’s okay”. but his label hasn’t given steve a voice… like at all. he got signed because of his gorgeous voice and soft lyrics about losing love and being alone, and being conflicted in your sexuality, and then they signed him and his contract states that he’s Not allowed to write Any of his own lyrics. not a single one of his own songs have been published, to this day.

the label tried to restrict eddie like that too, saying his lyrics were too controversial, but CC refuses to be fake. they agreed to only write songs about death and drugs and sex and satan and blah blah blah metal. eddie’s never really published much from the heart, but he sneaks metaphors in there all the time, that only hardcore fans can pick up on.

the labels getting bored of steve. it’s just the same music, the same tours, the same questions in every interview. he’s Boring them. it’s only a small amount of time before the world gets bored of him too, plus, it’s not like he’ll stay this pretty forever. they want to discard him - he’s locked in by contract though, has to release one more album and tour before they can be done with him.

and then grant dies. it’s a horrible accident, car crash, some drunk driver t-boned him and flipped his car off the road. it Breaks jeff. it breaks all of them, but mostly jeff. he’s distraught, turns to drugs, ODs and it’s then that gareth and eddie send him to rehab.

there’s no corroded coffin without grant, the band breaks up. the three of them Won’t play stadium tours and write albums together without him, and- “are you fucking CRAZY? of course we’re not Replacing him, get a fucking grip.”

it takes Months for any of them to get to a point where they can be seen in society again. it’s then that the label says they Have to bring one more album an to the table. but they’re willing to drop CC if eddie goes solo. he’s the face of the band anyway, the voice, “he’s who the women want, guys.”

eddie agrees, because he’s legally obligated too. and he writes the most dumbfuck album anyone’s ever heard. it’s all preschool-esque lyrics and about farm animals and potty training and it’s also just fucking Gay - like there’s one song that just goes on and on an on about some guys ballsack. he records a demo to go with them, has his guitar perfectly out of tune and sings so terribly his voice cracks, if singing is what you can actually call it. the label gets So fucking mad at him.

so here they are, newly solo artist eddie munson, the fucking prick, stuckup rockstar, entitled rich as Princess of Darkness, and steve harrington, the sweet soft boy turned boring, King of Pop; both locked in for another album, and tour, and Useless.

they’re going to Lose the label money at this rate.

so they try something. something that will bring in Buckets.

CC and steve harrington are the labels two biggest musicians. they’re constantly fighting to be top of the charts, shooting past eachother with every new album, new single, new tour, new pap photos, new relationship spectacle, each red carpet appearance… evetything. They are who everyone’s obessed with, they are who have the Biggest markets. every woman on the globe has to be obsessed with at least One of them.

why not pool those two fanbases together? get them to collaborate on a song together, the fans will go crazy and it will surely break the charts. the company will get So fucking rich.

but if they can make buckets off one song… than why not a whole album? why not make them Tour together.

which is how eddie and steve find themselves nervously sitting in a recording studio together one afternoon, going through introductions and contracts and provosos with the label and blah blah blah boring rules and legal shit.

eddie’s dreading working with this guy. he’s a total Phonie! King of Pop? who does he think he is, this harry styles wanna be. sure he writes poetic shit about love and making soft love to women, but it’s all so vapid. eddie Knows music, and he knows when lyrics are bullshit. i mean Sure, eddie knows a good handful of his songs on guitar, but that’s Only so he can play them to chrissy because it’s special to her. doesn’t make his music Good - and that’s not even eddie being a snob, he can vibe with pop, taylor swift is a lyrical goddess, he is an all too well girlie and he and chrissy scream the ten minuet version in the car together late at night.

he’s also dreading the clear over kindness. steve’s meant to be this darling angel, and sure that’s why the girls and gays love him so much, but eddie doesn’t think he could Handle someone being so fucking nice up in his face like that because he’ll Know it’s fake. he won’t be able to tell if the guys actually being nice because he actually gets along with eddie, or if he’s being nice because it’s his job.

and steve is dreading working with eddie because eddie is supposed to be one of the Hardest people to work for. he’s stuck up and dickish and Snarky and so fucking confident and a Rockstar for fucks sake. steve is way too tired to deal with a cunt right now - let alone Tour with one.

everything about this meeting and collaboration is Completely under the blanket. the label doesn’t want to announce Anything until they have a good album from them, because they know how hot headed and temperamental eddie is - given the last thing he gave them, which was immediately scrapped.

so they meet, sign a bunch of non disclosures. they’re not even allowed to tell robin and chrissy that they’re Meeting eachother - they do, though, but it doesn’t go past those two.

they’re left alone, once everything is signed. they’ve been standoffish, haven’t said more than ten words to eachother. eddie’s all glares and attitude, steve’s all soft smiles and bats of his eyelids.

they both want to be sick - this is torture.

everything’s signed. everything’s legally a secret. they’re behind closed doors in a recording studio to themselves to “get creative”. and so the masks come down.

turns out, steve is Not nice. three minuets into their alone time, eddie kicks his feet up onto the desk by steve and steve… he picks up a pen and uses it to push eddie’s shoes off the table and away from him with a bitchy glare.

steve’s Bitchy. he’s got bite and he’s So fucking sarcastic. he keeps looking eddie over and scrunching his nose, he keeps making snide comments about eddie’s over sexual behaviour and drug culture. he even goes so far as to insult eddie’s hair, “the eighties called, van halen wants his wig back”.

and eddie’s… we’ll, he’s a little turned on by it.

to the world, steve’s this perfect little soft boy who sings about love and sugar and spice and all things nice, but when there’s a contract saying eddie’s legally obliged to shut his trap about Anything steve related, he lets his true colours show.

and steve? well, once he sends out a Bunch of snarky remarks eddie’s way, he’s realising that eddie’s not reacting the way he’s been conditioned to believe eddie would. he’s expecting mean quips back, jabs at his career and “queerness” and pastel colour pallet, maybe even a meltdown. but eddie just sits there slack jawed and actually.. encouragers steve’s insults and bitchy nature. and eddie’s kinda sweet, when steve tells him to keep his shoes off the table, eddie complies and actually apologises. he even pulls out a random compliment, telling steve he actually has a really nice voice.

and he’s making steve nervous… he’s getting butterflies.

they talk for a little while longer before eddie conducts a plan. they have to go home and listen to each others music and pick a few favourites or memorable things, stuff they think they can get behind mixing with their own style. they need something with Both of their sounds combined.

steve only has a few albums out, so eddie says he’ll listen to them all. corroded coffin though? they have Heaps of music out, so eddie writes down a list of their top albums and some of His favourites from other albums that he thinks steve might be able to get behind.

steve goes home and recruits robin to listen with him, gets max to send through all of her favourites and Why. he writes down a little list with his top five songs and a couple quotes and times where solos fucking rock. by the time he’s done he’s got about an a4 page worth of notes.

eddie goes home and he and chrissy spend the night analysing All of steve’s music. they print out the lyrics to every song and scribble all over them, listing to his two albums, one EP, and a single, on an endless loop. chrissy is Always happy to spend hours talking about Steve Harrington, and eddie is the biggest fucking nerd and loves analysing music and figuring everything about it out. he learns chords, flips some of steve’s songs to make them a little rougher so he can show steve and give him a taste of the stuff they Could create.

steve feels so embarrassed with the lack of shit he’s got when eddie slams down a Folder full of notes. but eddie hurriedly stops steve’s apologising and looks at his notes and Actually awes at them “you like this song? it’s your favourite? i wrote that secretly about my fuck off dad and missing my mamma- you really like it? gosh, not many people do… this is so cool, i can’t believe you listened to it”

eddie starts talking about - and dissecting - steve’s music, telling him things about his lyrics He didn’t actually know. eddie tells him they’re all kinda… vappid. like steve doesn’t sing them with Emotion. they don’t come from the heart, they’re just stories. steve tells him he’s not allowed to write his own stuff, even though he has books full of lyrics at home.

eddie has an entire wall of his house turned into a bookshelf filled with journals for lyrics and writing music, different shelf’s are for different moods and different journals are for different themes.

they start to jam and eddie plays a few of steve’s songs. they figure out some stuff and eddie declares they’re going to make “the most outer worldly album that’s ever graced our mortal plane, king stevie, i can promise you that” - he gives steve a mission. he has to go home and find One song he’s written that he’d like the world to know about, and text pictures of it to eddie - and eddie will make sure it’s label appropriate (if it’s not, he’ll sit down with steve and they’ll tweak it to hide controversial themes behind metaphors) and tell their boss he wrote it so they can put it on the album; steve will sing it of course, and it will come from the heart.

they talk about their experiences over the next few weeks. it’s basically paid fucking therapy. eddie talks about grant, talks about CC, talks about highschool, talks about chrissy. steve talks about robin, talks about highschool, talks about the mall fire he got caught in, he talks about his abuser billy hargrove. eddie opens up about his own abuser, reefer rick, his old supplier. steve opens up about getting cheated on with the first girl he loved. eddie opened up about getting cheated on by reefer. steve opens up about neglectful parents and eddie opens up about his time through the foster system and having a druggie mother and a dad in jail.

that’s what they write music about.

steve finally sends eddie a song. it’s a song about learning to care about yourself. he wrote it when robin stepped into his life, when she conditioned him to gain his self respect back and love himself. it’s about how fucking Important loving yourself - no matter your difference or your experiences may be.

eddie cries when he reads it, he thinks it’s perfect just the way it is. the few undertones of queerness he’s picking up on from deep analysis will go right over the labels heads.

eddie suggests he write a song completely on his own for the album too, one without steve’s imput. then they both have one song that’s completely Theirs. he writes his song about grant, it’s an ode to him, a goodbye, and hidden behind metaphors and poetic tear stained lyrics, it’s about having your true self hidden by masks and flashy cameras and men in tight suits; it’s about jeff, it’s about their love, it’s about the love eddie had for grant, it’s about the love they all had for eachother, it’s about the bandanna they all wear in their back pockets from time to time.

steve reads it and he… he gets it.

he knows eddie’s queer, eddie let it slip the second time they met, when he was talking about another of his songs about the first guy he had sex with. so it’s not a shock to steve to read this kinda shit.

but when eddie’s reading steve’s lyrics, it’s kinda shocking to him. steve hadn’t come out, even though he’s given ample opportunity, hadn’t mentioned anything about men and talked plenty about women, so eddie just fairly assumed he was straight.

on the last day of recording the album, they’re in the studio together. all the backtracks are done and they’re just recording lyrics. they’re both there in the sound booth with headphones on, and eddie’s singing his ode to grant, steve backing up his vocals, but letting eddie take centre stage. eddie cries and takes a good break before they can record steve’s song - steve’s song that they think eddie wrote.

they record steve’s song, eddie eddie backs up his vocals occasionally when asked, but it’s Steve’s song. its litterally titled steve’s song, because eddie felt sick with the idea of Actually taking credit for something steve created. he’s only doing it for legal reasons and because he Needs steve to get his lyrics out into the world. they worked on all the other songs together - the label doesn’t know that - but this is Steve’s. it should have been on his first album.

steve cries whilst singing it, because it comes from the heart. he sings it with raw fucking emotion and.. oh jeez, it makes eddie cry too. steve finished singing and eddie pulls him into a tight hug and whispers to steve so no one else can hear “that’s the best you’ve ever sounded, stevie”.

what they didn’t know was that their manager snapped a photo of their hug and sent it to rolling stone along with an announcement of a new album and upcoming tour.

the internet goes bazerk! “the King of Pop and the Princess of Darkness? what an odd pair… someone write me this fan fiction rn.”

eddie and steve go home that night feeling a little useless. they just spent weeks crammed up in the recording studio together, making music and talking about things they are too scared to tell the world, and now they’re… no where near eachother.

they both sit there in their houses and come to the realisation that they Don’t just think the other is only adorable and totally their type… that maybe they were falling in love and feel kinda empty without eachother.

they start texting, chatting, keeping eachother updated on their lives - mostly on their platonic soulmates. steve prints off a selfie he and eddie took together one night a few drinks in, guitars on their laps, cheesy grins on their faces, and signs it for chrissy - she Freaks Out.

eddie sends over a CC sample hoodie he had lying around that ended up getting discontinued before selling at all, and he signed the spot over the heart with fabric pen for max.

the single drops - steve’s song - and fans go crazy. steve’s fans And eddie’s fans have collectively come together to Scream about it. it reaches top of the charts in under a week. who knew a bunch of teenage girls could be so powerful?

the tour gets announced - tickets sell Fast.

the rest of the album drops and the label hosts a party for it. steve and eddie bring their other half’s and robin and chrissy hit it off immediately, and they start dating at a lesbian pace. steve and eddie get plastered and wake up cuddling - fully clothed, but cuddling - in… chrissy’s bed? they barely even remember going back to eddie’s place, but when they go out to the kitchen they find out that they ended up keeping the party going here - robin and chrissy are curled up together half naked on the couch.

they keep texting. they can’t stay away from eachother. they know the flirting is bad and helpless, but they Can’t Help it. they’re both smitten and falling more and more each day.

the tour starts and there are strict rules they have to oblige by, via steve’s original contact. eddie breaks half of them.

one of the rules happens to be Zero queerness - but that’s the same for eddie’s contract. they’re also both talked too about acting too “gay” on stage, they’re not allowed too. whatever that means.

the tour is fucking amazing. they both love looking out to the crowd and seeing all the different people. there are teenage girls in pastel skirts and sparkly dresses with bedazzled glasses and friendship charm bracelets, there are girls with dark eyeliner and ripped stockings and chunky silver jewlery and an obscene amount of leather, there are boys in lightwash jeans and crop tops, and boys in black ripped jeans and the wrong band tees with jewlery all over their faces, their are middle aged mothers wine drunk, there are older men with goatees, there are father there with their daughters and mothers there with their sons, and So, So many more different people. it makes them both emotional.

after show four of their massive tour, they’re both having a few drinks in eddie’s trailer and listening to music and continuing the game of truth or dare robin and chrissy started before they got distracted and wandered off to steve’s trailer. they get drunker, and gigglier, and closer, and more lose lipped, and steve tells eddie he’s bi, and eddie tells steve he’s the most beautiful (inside and out) man he’s ever met, and they kiss.

they spent the rest of their tour keeping their relationship VERY secret. steve’s trailer is now permanently robin and chrissy’s, and he and eddie share eddie’s. no one suspects a thing, they’re both used to keeping their queer relations under wraps.

they say i love you in the last month of their tour. when they get home, they want to move in together. they’re going to buy their own mansion with all the fucking money this albums made them, and they’re planning what their room will look like, and their kitchen, and their garden, and their future. steve wants kids, always has. eddie’s scared to be a dad, but he thinks he’d like to try with steve, just not for a few more years. they both think marriage is stupid, but they’re also both hopeless romantics who have each pictured and planned their own weddings so they think they might even get married one day. they get matching tattoos, a little crown on eddie’s ribs under his heart for steve, and a tiara in the same place on steve for eddie.

the label asks to sign them both on for a few more albums, another tour. they’re bringing in So much money.

eddie says no, straight away. he’s not letting steve get suffocated by these fuckers anymore. there’s nothing here for him anyway. he’s already working with gareth and jeff on creating their own label, it’s almost up and running.

for steve’s birthday, three nights before the tour ends, eddie tells him he’s now the co-ceo of his own production company, named after grant, to carry on his legacy. eddie slides over a wad of paper and tells steve he wants the first artist they sign to be steve - he works on his own conditions, writes whatever music he wants, sings from the heart, writes them one album and then once that’s done (when steve is Ready for it to be done) they’ll draw up another contract, if that’s what steve wants. steve signs, starts working on his first album right away.

he lies in bed that night with eddie’s head on his chest, and they’re scribbling down lyrics about sex in satin sheets in the dark of a tour trailer, and falling in love.

they perform their last show, and they cry hopelessly.

that’s it. they’re done. their no longer signed to the label, evetythings Over.

eddie’s wearing the tiara steve put on his head on their First show, he’s also wearing leather and stompers and no shirt. steve’s wearing lightwash blue jeans and a flowey shirt made of lace and a crooked crown on top of his perfect hair. they’re both heaving, and crying black mascara and eyeliner tracks down their cheeks, and sweating buckets. but they both think the other is so fucking beautiful and they can’t resist it

it’s not like they’re locked in by the label anymore anyway.

eddie shoved his guitar off and lays it very neatly on the ground before full pelt running for steve and just Kissing him. the crowd goes fucking crazy. they loose their shit and it breaks the media.

“i love you…” eddie pants into his mouth and kisses him again “i love you so fucking much baby”

“i love you too.” steve says and then he swiftly drops to one knee, pulls a ring box out of his pocket and asks eddie to marry him

it’s there in stage, with a the most diverse and random crowd in the world, sweaty and hot and in love, that eddie and steve break history. not only did they Just come out to the world as queer… and dating, they’re also the first famous queer couple to get engaged on stage like this.

so yeah… that’s my “little” fic idea :)

and then they obviously get married and get their mansion or whatever and adopt a kid a few years into the marriage, when eddie feels stable enough to be able to responsibily raise a little gremlin. she’s totally a little menace like eddie, but she’s for sure got his pure sweetness when she’s with people she trusts and loves but holy shit is she steve’s kid, because she’s gotta be more snarky and more bitchy than steve was during their first meeting… and what’s worse is when they gang up on eddie with double bitchy glares.

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 18

Author's note: A bit of a filler chapter before things happen next week 👀

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"Oh, she's back!"

"Hello, Silvia" I say, walking into our apartment and letting myself fall on the sofa.

"How was your sexual retreat?"

"My what?" I laugh.

"You've spent two weeks with your boyfriend in a house in the middle of nowhere. Alone. Are you telling me you've spent all that time playing chess?"

"We actually did play chess a couple of nights."

"Oh, c'mon, Val."

"We did" I say. "We played chess, Uno, did some touristy things, went to the beach, took the longest naps, worked out, had lunch with his family, had sex in every room of the house multiple times, cooked the most delicious meals, danced in the town's square…"

"Wait, wait, wait. You had lunch with his family?" Silvia gasps.

"Yeah…"

"How… How did that happen?"

"Last weekend were the town's festivities and they have some friends there who invited them over to spend some time together. They knew Pedri was at the house, decided to go pay him a visit and…" I shrug.

"Please tell me they didn't catch you doing anything."

"We were napping. But it was so embarrassing… The night before we had been in town until very late and we were shattered, so after lunch we just layed down on the sofa and passed out. It was one of those naps that make you drool all over yourself and that when you wake up you don't know where you are."

"Oh, I'm familiar with those" she chuckles.

"Since we weren't answering the door, his parents just walked in because they had a copy of the keys. And when they made it to the living room, they found their son sleeping half naked on a sofa with a woman also half naked sleeping on top of him" I explain while covering my face with my hands, the embarrassment of the moment coming back. 

"When you say half naked you mean…"

"We both were topless and in our underwear. It was really hot and we were so tired… Who could have imagined that his parents would decide to come pay him a visit?"

"Oh my God, Val" Silvia laughs. "Then what happened?"

"His mother called his name, Pedri got scared, and I ended up on the floor."

"No!"

"Yes..."

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"Pedro! What… what is this?" 

"I… This… Shit, Val. Are you ok?" he asks me.

"Yeah, yeah" I say, slowly sitting up. 

"Is this… her?" a female voice says behind me.

"Yes, mum" Pedri replies. Mum? Mum! His mother! She's here! Why is she here? Oh… my God. "Why don't you wait in the kitchen while we make ourselves a bit more presentable?"

"Good idea" she says. 

"Pedri…" I whisper once I hear her leave. Though she wasn't alone. A man who I assume is Pedri's dad, was with her. 

"I know" he sighs, laying down on the sofa again. 

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know."

"What are we going to do?"

"Talk to them?" he chuckles.

"Pedri, I can't meet your parents like this!"

"As if I looked any better."

"Well, you are their son, they are used to it. I am a stranger."

"You aren't. You know I've told them about you and even showed them some photos."

"Which only makes this worse. What will they think of me?"

"Probably that I've corrupted you" he laughs.

"Not funny" I say, hitting him with the pillow I had used to cover myself. "I'm going to our room to make myself a bit more presentable."

"And I'm going to talk with them and ask them why they are here."

"Shouldn't you put a t-shirt on or something?"

"They are my parents, Val. They've seen me like this before."

"And have they also seen that?" I say, nodding towards his crotch.

"Oh, shit."

"That's what I thought" I laugh. 

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"No way!" Silvia laughs.

"Yes" I sigh. "Then when we both were more presentable we had a chat with them and everything was fine. They are lovely people, super nice."

"So they are ok with you dating, the age difference and all that?"

"They are, yes. His mum told me that she had never seen him as focused and happy as he is right now and that I probably was the reason why." 

"Oh, that's wonderful, Val!" she says, hugging me. "You've been worried about that since the beginning and look!"

"I guess it is good" I shrug. 

"It is. Trust me."

"I don't think it'll be this easy with my mum, tho."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now we must focus on these good news, and on some other news that aren't that good."

"What happened?" I ask.

"Marc and Isabel's wedding" Silvia says.

"Oh, fuck. Can you believe I managed to forget about it?"

"I actually do," she laughs. "That's the power of Vitamin D."

"Idiot" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway, I crossed paths with them the other day and Isabel asked me if you were going to take Ferran as your plus one to the wedding."

"Urgh, Ferran" I groan. "Why can't their US tour last a few more days? That way I would have a good excuse to go alone. But no, Barcelona have to be useless when I need them."

"Are you asking him to be your plus one, then?" Silva asks.

"I can't. I think… I think Emma was right and he has feelings for me. And I think the girl he slept with in Ibiza also was right and he was trying to forget someone... Me."

"Shit. That's…"

"Messy" I sigh .

"But if you show up alone Isabel will be merciless. You know that, right?"

"I do" I sigh again. "But if he is trying to forget me I can't put him through that. And I can't put Pedri through that either. If only I could take him to the wedding…"

"Too dangerous. Isabel is capable of exposing your relationship."

"I know" I sigh once again. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?"

"Things were easier at your sexual retreat, uh?" Silvia laughs.

"Definitely" I chuckle. The definitely were.

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We shouldn't have left

What?

Tenerife We should have stayed, life was easier

What happened?

The wedding is coming 

Oh… I see

We should have stayed.  They have a little school, I could teach there.  And since Tenerife isn't that far away, you could play for them.  Theirs is a t-shirt I would wear. And it is white! You look so hot in white…

Val 😂😂😂

Think about it. It's the perfect plan And you would be close to your family

But we would be away from yours and all our friends

I don't care It would be worth it

That's what you say now

Urgh 😩😩😩

Do you want to talk about the wedding?

Tomorrow in person.  Now I'm too tired from the flight and everything, I'm going to bed

To dream about me? 😏

And our perfect life in Tenerife 🥺

One day, Val

Maybe when I've retired

Which will be in 20 years 😭  20 years of having to see you wear that ugly shirt 😭

🙄🙄🙄

But do you still see us together in 20 years?

Forever 🤍

Aww, she's gone cheesy 🥺

Meh, meh, meh 🙄

I love you, Val 🤍

I love you too 🤍

[elvispresleyslut]

DADDY’S BEST FRIEND, ELVIS PRESLEY

A hot summer day in Memphis was beautiful as ever but nothing could beat the beauty of Graceland for me. Ever since the age of 10 my father whom I happened to be close with was long time friends with the one and only Elvis Presley. All my life friends would beg for autographs, pictures, clothing samples as if I could just ask this man for a kind of thing like that.

Elvis was almost like a second dad to me I suppose.

Maybe not the best wording? Considering i've  been drooling over him like every other girl across this world since middle school. Here I am 19 soon to be 20 doing nothing with my life, lusting after a king who probably sees me as a kid who he can spoil all because he has too much money and not enough people he cares to spend it on.

That doesn't even make sense..

My birthday now was coming up on the too soon 30th of June.

My mother never made my life any easier for me. She definitely didn't make it easier for me to accept the party when i was informed that Elvis took it upon himself to host this god awful thing at Graceland.

"Mama we can't just intrude in his home like this and invite all these people from around town as if we even know they're damn names.." I whined following my mother upstairs in our small home.

She sighed and stopped in her steps, "Stop trying to get me to cancel it all because you have a little crush on him. He doesn't mind and it's free, You should be out thanking EP right now instead of crying in my ear." she ends her words with a huff and continues into my little brothers room, dropping a pile of clean clothes for him to fold and put away later.

"I do not have any crush on him, mama." I raise my voice boldly. "How many times am I gonna have to tell you that? The guys like 70.." I add for good measure. It doesn't work.

"You look at him the way your father looks at pie..now will you please leave your ole mom alone."

She teasingly rolls her eyes and walks back downstairs to start on dinner.

"Go see him, Kim. Thank the man for the love of god. He's precious and you know it. He didn't have to do this for you but he seemed more than happy to make your 20th special." She pulls out her apron tying it loosely around her wide hips. "Wear something nice!"

I groan grabbing a hold of my car keys. I couldn't take her determined mindset anymore. I felt like i needed to surround myself in negativity. Why would he want me at his house like that? What would Prescilla think? Im far too old to be having birthday parties at a family friends house, let alone Elvis's.

I soon pull up to his gate driving in without even realizing I was still wearing my bathrobe. Fuck fuck fuck.

"I gotta go back" I whisper shoving my key back in and buckling back in. I begin to let my foot off the brake.

I hear a knock on my glass window and startle with a jump quickly slamming back down on the brake.

"Oh what the actual fuck!" I practically scream grabbing my hair and pulling slightly with overwhelming anxiety.

I contemplate driving off and never coming back home if i can help it but I settle with rolling down my window and laughing nervously for now. Fuck that.

"Woah sweetheart..what're ya doin here at.." Elvis trails off looking down at his watch "4:00 in the evenin'?"

"Ya family alright?" He questions softly. Why'd he have to be so damn sweet?

I slowly look up with the fakest smile I ever did use, "W-what?" I laugh obnoxiously. "No I came here for s-something else..cannot erm..r-r-remember what.." I say leaning forward on my steering wheel groaning in embarrassment.

Why'd he have to look so nice right now in a robe and nothing underneath from what you could tell of his slightly tan chest covered in light hair. Why was I such a whore staring so hard..

"You gonna come in honey or we gonna sit outside n' watch the sunset?" He teases opening your car door.

"N-no uh..I-I can just stay here, right here" I point down into my seat with my fingers. "Just here is fine." I nearly beg out loud.

i rather harshly shut my door back.

He laughs. He laughs at me. Dear god mama why'd she do this shit to me.

"Suit yourself, kid." He drawls out with his thick accent that matter of factly made me squeal at night before bed.

He walks around my car swiftly opening the passenger seat door sitting his fine ass right beside me. I can almost taste the smell of him as he drops into the seat.

"You gonna tell me now what you dropped by for? Or you gonna keep this oddly unlike you demeanor up?" He says with a tinge of tease.

I roll my eyes with a sigh, putting my car into park.

"Im under dressed..it's beyond embarrassing." I push out a fake laugh to ease how nervy I am really.

"Your actin like im lookin'..get to it Kim." he states bluntly.

"Fineeee..goddamn." I stare at my hands in my suddenly cold lap. "I came to say thankyou for wanting to host my "party" but I really can't accept-"

He cuts me off quickly with an unbeatable tone telling me already he wouldn't be taking no for an answer. "Nope. I already have everything done, no need to come beggin me to stop it. Everybody needs a party."

"Please just nothing big..Elvis. Like really.." I glance too quickly down at his wide spread pose and im caught red handed im sure of it. I didn't even have time to truly take in what I felt I could see through his seemingly thin robe.

"Play nice about it and I'll talk to your dad about alcohol" Elvis lets out an almost boyish giggle and I can't help the burning blush that takes over my ugly face.

We chat more for the next 10 minutes about what I'd prefer at my party but he caught on rather quickly I was only trying to turn it into some boring cookout that nobody would stay for.

Before to long I catch his watch set nicely on the arm rest of the seat he was currently in and see I've kept him in my presence too long in a fit of laughs. Not that I was complaining. His perfect teeth.

"Go back inside old man.. Too late for you to be awake." I say jokingly gently shoving him against his door.

He fakes pain and opens the door stepping out and I can't help but bite my lip at the sight of his toned tanned legs but somehow feel a tinge of sadness that I couldn't just yank him back and bone him to no end.

Walking up his porch he turns back to me and waves, "Goodnight honey, I'll stop by tomorrow to see your daddy!" He says with what I hope a joking attitude.

My dad can't know I was ever here on my own dressed like a slut, of course not on purpose. Sigh.

I drive off and head home to eat dinner with my family but all I can do for the rest of my night is think about how truly fucked I'll be at this party.

HI! THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER TO THIS HOPEFULLY GOOD STORY LOLS . IM NEW TO THE ELVIS FANDOM AND IM HOPING TO MAKE SOME MOOTS HERE SIGH . IM A LONELY PERSON AND I LIKE TO THINK IM NICE LMFAO! GIVE ME IDEAS FOR MY "BOOK". IM OPEN MINDED AND HAVE NO PLANS YET FOR THIS <3 ENJOY

[icesswolvescats]

Blood On Mirrors

(A 13th Reality Short)

Hello Dear Readers, I hope you like this first attempt on posting one of my short stories.

Warning: Contains Violence and Gore.

It was a soft night, filled with stormy clouds that covered the night sky and extinguished the light of the stars. The New Moon and stars would never shine tonight. This had to be yet the darkest night on September 29th. The wind picked up, and red leaves were gently blown out of the trees, carried away softly in the rumbling and still growling storm.

With a few drops, the rain started to fall, gently trickling and wetting the window glass panels of the house as Clarisse looked out at the rain finally starting to pour down. It was going to be a downpour in a few, of that she was sure.

"Yeesh. Good thing we came earlier and got to enjoy outside while it lasted. Not sure if we'd be up to do anything if we waited until dark," spoke a female voice behind.

Clarisse smiled at her friend's confirmation as she turned and looked at her group of 5 girl friends and her little sister, all about her age and all in high school close to graduating, with the exception of her sister who was still in the 9th grade in middle school. This was going to be a fun night, she thought. She loved autumn.

Clarisse could never ask for more from this season's year than a nice chilly weather with beautiful falling red leaves and a cozy warm house. A time of the year where she could just sit and relax and enjoy the view while drinking her warm chocolate. And what's better than not only enjoying a chilly weather in a warm cozy place than a night with your friends? A Girl's only night, that's for sure.

"Do you think the pizza delivery will make it in time?" Spoke Jannice as she sipped on her glass of cold cola.

"I bet they will arrive all soaking wet for when the storm actually picks up," hyped up Hannah with a giggle as she braided her own long smooth blonde hair.

"Eh, I just hope our pizzas don't get soaked," sighed Ingrid as she just laid there bored. "Man, I wish we could have a bond fire outside. Waiting inside is boring," she commented while trying to readjust her curly brown hair.

Clarisse looked at Ingrid. "Yeah, but with how the wind is picking up outside, we'd not only get wet but also our fire would go out, you doofus. Besides, what are WE supposed to do outside when it is almost pitch black in the backyard?"

"Idk girl, tell stories? Play cards, anything? You know how much I love the outside air," Ingrid scoffed a bit as she turned from lying on her back to lying on her belly.

"Hey, did you guys listen to the new album Mr. Gol'D released?" Piped up Patricia in interruption as she bounced excitedly.

"That guy? You mean that very flamboyant singer," responded Clarisse's little sister, Rebecca, as she sipped on her mug of hot caramel chocolate.

"Yup!! The one and only!" Replied Patricia.

The other girls all looked at each other and expressed their opinions about how they didn't have time to get a good listen to the music but had to guess it could be good.

"Oh my god!! You guys really should give it a try when you get the chance. It's so good!!" Patricia kept talking.

Rebecca, a little annoyed with the rant about this celebrity, "What's the big deal of him anyway? He's just a celebrity. I don't see how you guys even drool over him," she shrugged, unamused.

"What?! Pssh! Are you kidding?! Heeelloooo??? Have you seen how HOT that guy is?! Plus he is an AMAZING SINGER!!!" Ash scoffed in bafflement.

"Yeah.. but unfortunately who cares?" Asked Rebecca.

Clarisse chuckled, "probably your mother-" she joked.

"Hardy har har. Also, Sis, you forgot that WE SHARE THE SAME MOTHER, IDIOT. The yo mama jokes won't even work," Rebecca said snarkily.

Clarisse shut her mouth, her face flushed in embarrassment as her joke backfired really hard.

All the other girls chuckled and got to enjoy chatting about all sorts of things, from games to food opinions, to about school and even about the boys in the class. It Wasn't long until the rain picked up and eventually so did the ding dong sound of the doorbell.

"Oh! That must be our pizza!" Clarisse spoke as she got up, and the girls seemed to get excited by the minute.

She got up and headed to the front door of the house and opened it, debit card in hand.

She immediately was greeted by a young-looking man in a red uniform holding 2 pizza boxes. "Hey, is this Clarisse Mayforth's house? The order's for pepperoni and Hawaiian?" He spoke up.

Clarisse felt her face grow red as she spoke in a slightly smaller voice. "The one and only. Thanks for the delivery," she said as she took the pizza boxes from him and handed out the debit card.

The man quickly swiped the debit card on the machine and handed it to her. "Alright, that will be $56.30. Go ahead and put in the password," he spoke as he tried to shield himself from the rain.

Clarisse gently pressed the buttons and eventually started paying up for the pizza delivery.

"Alright ma'am, have a nice meal," he spoke as he started to head out and take the ride on the now wet motorcycle.

Clarisse waved with a small, dumb smile on her face as she headed back to the other girls with the pizzas.

"Guuuuurl, you're looking awfully blushy there," teased Ingrid as she chuckled.

"So who was it? Was he a cute guy?" Asked Ash with peek interest as all the girls wooed and awed at Clarisse blushing, Rebecca only quickly taking the pizza slice the moment the pizza boxes were settled down.

"H-he was very cute, yeah.. But I forgot to ask his name," she said shamefully.

"Awww, that's too bad," Patricia said. "Maybe next time you ask him," she comforted her friend.

All the other girls nodded in agreement and got to enjoy a nice pizza dinner as they drank and talked together. They chatted and played card and board games for a few hours, but it didn't take long for them to start talking about spooky horror stories and even urban legends.

"Have you guys heard of that one legend of the Lady in the red dress?" Spoke Hannah.

The girls and Clarisse looked at Hannah in curiosity.

"So, rumors say that on full moon nights that are the most misty, you'd hear the gentle sound of a violin accompanied by soft melodic opera singing at exactly midnight. People say that the people who hear her singing will become entranced by her singing and will go after her to join in the duet...only to vanish within the mist." Hannah kept telling the urban legend as she saw how intrigued the girls were. "Stories say that she is the ghost of a singer who once drowned on a misty night, and she is singing, trying to find her loved one, that she left in life and hopes he'd soon come for her and join her in the misty grave," she concluded.

"That's really depressing. Dying a horrible death and wandering around aimlessly trying to find your loved one so he can be with you at last..." Jannice stated. Hannah and Rebecca both nodded.

"Well girls, have you all heard of the bath game?" Asked Patricia as she glanced at the group.

Clarisse perked up. "Wait, isn't this one about summoning a spirit or demon by washing your hair and speaking its name and telling it to rise 3 or 5 times?" She said in a dreadful tone.

Patricia nodded. "I did the bath game!" She confidently claimed.

The girls awed and stared at her. "How was it?!" Asked Ash, oozing with excitement to just know. She wanted all the details; Clarisse couldn't blame her. She was the horror girl for a reason.

"Nothing really happened, except I almost got a heart attack by almost slipping on the dropped soap. Now THAT was scarier, I could've died if I had slammed my head on the edge of the sink." Patricia explained as she visibly shuddered.

"Hah, I knew it! I knew that game was a hoax!" Exclaimed Clarisse, and everyone looked at her with 'seriously?' looks.

"What? Everyone makes such a big deal out of these silly games as if the spirits were real and were going to haunt you. I'm telling you, they are nothing but stupid challenges to scare your scaredy-cat friends..." noticing Jannice's glare, "No offense, Jannice."

"Sigh, none taken," Jannice said as she shook her head.

"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper! What's a little fun if you just believe them for the time being?" Asked Hannah.

"Ugh, it is silly, I admit, but I can't deny it is fun to see the look on your faces when you think the place is haunted." Clarisse grinned.

"So what? You're not scared of ghosts?" Hannah asked, "Sounds lame," she added.

"To be honest, I'm more scared of serial killers or possible robbers. Genuinely vile people are scarier than ghouls and monsters from legends... after all, they're very much more real than those we talk about to be scared on Halloween nights," Clarisse reasoned, "And besides, I have to be fair, even if ghosts are real, what else can they do to you? Not like they can harm you or anything if they're dead already." She mentioned.

"Yeah, but I've heard stories of demons being able to possess and do some really spooky stuff. Like some real down bad shiii-" Ash quickly trailed as Clarisse glared, "I mean some real down bad nasty things."

Clarisse put away her glare as she had to be the girls' filter when it came to cussing around her little sister. Ash being the sailor mouth of the most made the task more annoying.

"I think I have a game we might be able to play since we're talking about horror ones," commented Ingrid as she looked at her phone. It was about 11:00 hours. it wouldn't be long until midnight.

"Wuzzup?" says Ash, her ears already perking as she grinned excitedly, not wasting the opportunity to jump into the game. Rebecca had perked up from her phone as her curiosity had drawn her to listen closely.

"Why don't you guys try the Bloody Mary Ritual? It'd be a fun scare, especially if the light goes out in the storm and scares the c-r-a-p out of us," Ingrid suggested.

"Huh, now that you mention it, it'd be fun, yes, but isn't there like.. specific requirements for the ritual?" asked Patricia as she sipped on her drink.

Clarisse could only stare at her friends with a 'seriously?' then look at the already starting to get nervous Jannice with a 'can you believe these people?' stare, which Jannice shook her head. Clarisse knew that Jannice was the one who hated horror the most; she would do anything to avoid being involved in any sort of games.

"Yeah, I mean.. there are a lot of versions of the ritual, but I know the one that would match perfectly for this weather," Ash grinned as she got up. "So who's with me!?"

Hannah and Patricia excitedly got up and joined Ash; Rebecca looked at the girls then at her sister and thought, wouldn't hurt to try; the worst could just be a prank. She smiled as she put her phone in her pocket and approached, "I'm in!!" Rebecca affirmed.

"Alright, first step we need is 3 candles and one match. Clarisse and Rebecca, the house is yours so go fetch them, and let's use the master bedroom's bathroom for this, oh and Ingrid? please keep Jannice some company please." Ash guided as the two sisters went to the cabinets and started to pick the candles. Ingrid could only sigh, sad she wouldn't be able to participate and see but shew knew Jannice would not want to be alone.

"Remember, we need one of them to be a big thick candle while two have to be small," Ash instructed as she observed.

Clarisse nodded as she changed to different candles. "Are these good enough?" She asked.

"Perfect!" Ash beamed. "Now let's go!" She led the way to the master's bedroom with the girls behind her.

"Alright, step one ready, done," Ash exclaimed, but upon noticing the confusion on the girls' faces, she coughed her throat and inhaled, "This version of the ritual has to be done at night, more specifically a NEW MOON night and preferably with weather that should cover the stars so it is as dark as possible. Which we already have something like that tonight," she explained.

"Ooohhhhh" reacted the others.

"Alright, step 2, close the blinds in the bedroom; we don't want the storm flashing lights to interrupt. We want this as dark as possible," Ash explained as Hannah moved to close the blinds.

"Step 3, let's fill the bathtub and sink with water. Make sure the drain holes are plugged," Ash instructed as she got into the bathroom, turning on the lights so they could see and started plugging both the sink and bathtub.

Patricia turned on the sink and let it run and fill with water; she started to turn on the faucet too, filling the bathtub with water. "Remember, we want the water hot. So make sure it is the hot one you turned on. We need steam," she instructed excitedly.

Patricia nodded and was making sure the steam was coming from the water. The girls all went through step by step... making sure it was dark, so they closed the master bedroom's door so the rest of the house's light coming from the living room and hallway wouldn't disrupt their game, closing the blinds as well to prevent any light from outside streets or the storm from shining through, leaving only the bathroom with running water to flow and fill the sink completely with cold water and the bathtub halfway with hot steamy water.

"Alright, that's enough. Now light the smaller candles and place them on top of the sink in front of the mirror," Ash instructed as she watched the girls use the matches and light two of the smaller candles and place them in front of the mirror and on top of the sink. "Perfect," beamed Ash.

"Ok, now what?" Asked Rebecca. This isn't what she expected.

Clarisse thought all of these steps were a bit silly for just summoning a ghost in the mirror that wouldn't even show up.

Ash took a small paper and gently slid it on her finger quickly, causing her finger to form a small droplet of blood.

"Whoa, girl, are you sure this is necessary?" Asked Clarisse as Ash started to squeeze her finger so the blood would be big enough to drop off her finger. Once it did, it simply dripped into the almost overflowing sink. "Yup. Just one drop is fine. I'm fully aware it will sting a lot in the early morning," Ash hissed a bit before looking at the mirror and holding the big main candle.

"Alright, last step. We'll turn off the lights and be engulfed in the dark and then turn on the last candle... and the usual thing with the Bloody Mary ritual we all are familiar with. Speak her name 5 times, and we should wait. It should be close to midnight, so we need to do this," Ash spoke as everyone else nodded.

Clarisse turned off the lights and lit up the match, lighting up the last candle which was still being held by Ash.

Ash grinned as the girls all looked at the reflection of themselves in the bathroom mirror. The room and night were as dark as it gets, the only dim light illuminating just enough to prevent them from tripping in the dark were the 3 candles held by the girls, their flames gently flickering and the wax melting softly.

"Bloody Mary," started chanting the girls in unison, their different pitched voices all in sync like a hymn.

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary," chanted the girls, repeating the name over and over, Hannah and Ash speaking with bated breaths to the silent suspense.

Clarisse would only roll her eyes occasionally at how very into it her friends and her little sister were.

A crack of thunder growled outside like an angry god before a loud clap of lightning was heard, making the girls all jump before breaking into nervous laughter and teasing each other. Clarisse had to admit that scare really caught her off guard and was pretty good.

They all sighed and inhaled sharply before looking back at the mirror and saying "Bloody Mary."

Then Ash waited for a moment and looked at the clock. Midnight, perfect. Right on time for the last call. She beamed before inhaling and blowing out the 2 candles, snuffing out more of the light except the main one.

"So... what now?" Asked Rebecca, expecting everything to be so silent except for their own breathing, voices, and heartbeats being heard.

Ash grinned as she turned to the girls. "Now we wait for a minute. If she doesn't show up, then oh well, it was fun doing that!" She explained.

All the other girls looked confused, but they sort of just waited... seconds turned to a minute... then a minute turned into 2... then 2 minutes turned into 3...

"Agh, this is boring," said Rebecca. "Well, that was worth the shot. That lightning was definitely unexpected," she expressed as Rebecca used her phone and tried to make her way to the light switch.

Clarisse sighed disappointedly. Just as she was about to get into the mood of things, it all flopped into disappointment.

Ash shrugged as Hannah and Patricia watched the youngest go for the light switch.

Click? Click click click? was the sound of the light switch being moved and clicked around, but no light followed.

"Huh, weird, it won't turn on," Rebecca expressed her confusion.

"Maybe our power went out after that lightning," theorized Clarisse. "Good thing we have an emergency generator to get it back and running when storms like this do that," she said confidently as she headed out of the bathroom, using her phone's light to head to the master's bedroom.

Clarisse walked to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She started to get more forceful with the door, but it was firmly shut and locked.

"What the? Did any of you girls lock the bedroom door?" Clarisse asked with an annoyed voice. "Because like... really? Locking the door was the best you could come up with for a prank? Pretty tasteless if I have to say so myself."

Rebecca peeked out and looked at her sister. "What are you talking about? You were the one to close the bedroom door," Rebecca replied, confused about what her sister was on about.

"Yeah, and none of us have the key to the bedroom. This is your house, bruh," replied Patricia as she came over and tried her luck with the door, but nothing.

Ash opened her mouth to speak but noticed with each breath she took, a fine mist would gently trail away as if the room had gotten colder and colder and colder... The hairs on her back bristled as her skin became gooseflesh.

"G-guys? Did you notice this room and the bathroom are getting colder?" Ash stammered, not wanting to believe it was really happening. It had to be fear making her experience things.

Clarisse looked at Ash then exhaled to see, only for her eyes to grow wide as she could see the fine mist of hot breath against cold air shine in her phone's light. This can't be real... they have to be pulling her leg with the thermostat, Clarisse reasoned with herself.

All the girls immediately turned silent as the smell of copper and rusted iron filled the air, and the sound of the bathtub's faucet starting to run caused the silence to be broken and pregnant with dread.

"I-I'll turn it off," stammered Hannah as she quickly headed back to the room.

Clarisse nodded as she followed Hannah with her phone's light to illuminate the bath. Ash was not too far behind, still carrying the very much still lit candle.

As the gang went into the bathroom, they found the source of the smell... somehow, the water in the bathtub had turned into a very vivid and deep scarlet, almost an even deeper maroon... of blood. And the faucet? Blood flowed out like a river, gently filling the tub even more with blood. The girls gasped, and Hannah immediately ran out as the pungent smell of blood was staggering in the air.

Hannah could only gag as the smell of blood overwhelmed her nose, which hated the scent of gore. She felt like she was ready to puke.

Clarisse quickly leaned in and turned off the faucet, her hands trembling as her breath shook, trying to recover herself only to catch something on the corner of her eye and instantly turning around and shining her light. If her skin couldn't get any paler and her eyes wider... she never imagined that this would be the thing that proved that it could get worse.

The bathroom mirror was pitch black and did not give much visible reflection of Clarisse and her friend Ash. Instead, it looked like an endless pitch dark sky with a few twinkling shines that looked like faded stars... Aside from that, what flowed out from the black mirror was a deep viscous crimson red liquid that flowed out from the mirror as if the mirror was leaking the liquid itself.

It flowed and stained the tiles and sink and even the water in the sink. The mirror bled, and it wouldn't stop.

Clarisse held her breath as she couldn't believe her eyes, and yet she couldn't deny the reality as Ash gasped in shock at the mirror and stood back.

"M-Mary actually is here," Ash muttered, her voice barely being a whisper. She took a few steps back, not wanting to be in the bathroom anymore and just wanting to get out of there.

Clarisse started to see the image of a pale figure emerge from the black mirror, covered in hair as black as night and the head wearing a big full crown made out of thorny branches... Blood gently flowed out and dripped from the wet soaked hair and stained the flawless pale skin... as if it had come out from swimming in blood... the hair simply covering its eyes and barely leaving any visibility to see one's true face.

Clarisse screamed the moment the figure started to push itself out of the mirror, the mirror having tension break and ripple as if it were merely made out of water or any thick liquid... its crowned head gently pushing out of the mirror and its very long and soaked, wet in blood hair flopping out, as it slowly but surely started to crawl out of the mirror, like a clumsy and living corpse.

Clarisse bolted out of the bathroom and started to bang on the door, screaming heavily in an attempt to get the attention of Ingrid or maybe Jannice to help them get out of the room. Rebecca actually started to tear up as she saw her big sister panicking worse than a little kid scared of the boogeyman.

Hannah backed to the door and tried to help Clarisse open it. To no avail, it wouldn't give in.

Ash was frozen as her hand trembled and her tears flowed out as the candle gave just enough light for her eyes to spot a bit of movement coming from the bathroom.

Patricia was hugging Rebecca as well, feeling frozen like a deer before headlights.

All girls quietly whimpered as they went silent once they heard a pained moaning sound... all 5 girls in the room dreaded at the sound of the 6th unwanted visitor.

Mary's voice was like that of an injured animal, pained and lonely and laced with nearing death. Mary moaned and whimpered and silently let her small cries that sounded like a lull, a hymn of death. It limped its way out of the bathroom, with its hip moving as if the hip bone was dislocated. The very long black hair stained in deep maroon crimson blood dragged on the floor behind like a cape soaking wet from the rain.

Two of the girls started to scream in panic at the sight of Bloody Mary herself, while three of them just froze, unable to get their flight or fight response.

Mary had a beautiful flawless pale white skin that was unnatural, almost porcelain-like, her long shaggy yet slick and smooth wet black hair draped back but had two long thick strands that covered her inhuman busty chest, leaving streaks of blood staining her flawless features that would remove her from being human. She almost looked like a mannequin due to the lack of features that would make skin or natural flaws, not even a belly button was seen from her naked glistening body that shined a bit under the pale light of the lit candle.

Mary slowly lifted her head and revealed her plump lips that spread apart forming a wide shy smile... the smile was unnaturally wide, filled with very sharp needle-like teeth that also glinted in the dim light, the hair still covering most of the eyes.

Mary limped towards the girls in an unnatural movement as her moaning and whimpering and crying kept echoing despite her mouth forming a mockery of a smile.

Hannah decided right there and then she'd not die here, and proceeded to run across the room, straight to the window, quickly opening it and self-defenestrating in hopes to get away from that thing.

"No!!!" screamed Clarisse as she held out her hand to Hannah, unable to stop her friend in time... the sounds of the howling winds outside flapping the curtains and pouring down rain could only mask so much the heavy thud and the faint crack outside.

Mary was now mere centimeters away from Ash, Rebecca, and Patricia as she hissed and blew out the candle.

Everything went completely dark except for the few flashing lights of lightning outside. The first to scream bloody murder was Ash as she struggled. The second to scream was Patricia who fought tooth and nail to get Mary off of her, but alas... Mary's inhuman screeches filled the room as then both Clarisse and Rebecca screamed and were quickly silenced... The night went on quietly. Meanwhile.. Ingrid and Jannice both looked at each other once they heard a loud thud and a crash followed by glass shattering coming from the backyard, and weird noises coming from the master's bedroom upstairs. Ingrid thought the girls were pranking Clarisse, but to hear glass breaking while she is here keeping the scared one company, now that was a real concern.

Ingrid nodded to her friend Jannice, as both paused the movie that they barely started, and got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen then to the back door of the house, turning on the lights as they did so. The rain was quite heavy but nothing like turning on the porch's light would do.

Both girls froze looking at the window as they saw Hannah's body laying completely still as her spine was bent awkwardly on the frame of the glass table that once rested outside now remaining shattered and its glass shards piercing her skin in different places.

Jannice quickly went outside to the porch, screaming Hannah's name trying to get any sign of life, but nothing would do and the freezing rain was now soaking her sleepwear and skin.

"I-I'm calling for help!" spoke out loud Ingrid as she rushed to the phone and started to dial 911.

Jannice only looked at her still motionless friend and looked up at the window to where she jumped from. Hannah never came across as someone who would jump a window for no reason, unless... oh god. Jannice feared the worst and quickly hurried back inside the house, and speed-walked her way to the stairs, as she left wet footprints onto the floor as she was still wet from the rain.

Upon ascending the stairs... Jannice would find the master's bedroom door open but the lights out, and a heavy scent of blood coming out from there. She whimpered as she quietly muttered "I-Ingrid..?"

Ingrid was busy talking to the telephone her voice still being heard "Please come as fast as possible and bring an ambulance!!! Our friends really need help right now" she barked at the phone.

"Of course ma'am, we'll be here in 8 minutes. Stay right where you areEEEK!" the telephone distorted the sound as the voice was cut off and Ingrid peeled her head away and noticed the telephone leaking blood from inside. She gasped but then heard her friend Jannice speak out "I-Ingrid..?"

Ingrid turned to look at the guest bathroom in which Jannice was calling out, but it was so dark she couldn't make out the silhouette of her friend. "J-Jannice?" asked Ingrid as her flesh turned to goosebumps.

"I-Ingrid..?" The voice spoke out in the exact same tone as the smell of rusted iron reached in and hit Ingrid's nostrils.

"Agh!! What is that smell?!?" She covered her nose and gagged at the stench.

Then suddenly, someone from behind her grabbed her arm causing Ingrid to jump and yelp as she turned around she saw Jannice who didn't even come from the bathroom holding her hand "w-we need to get out of here now," Jannice spoke as she was as pale as snow and her colors drained from fear, tears also trickled down her cheeks as her mouth quivered.

"J-Jannice what is going on?" Ingrid asked.

"I-idk but.. we have to wait outside. I-i'm not looking back in the room again." Jannice urged as she pulled her friend along.

Ingrid couldn't tell what Jannice was on about but judging by her voice, something serious was going on. Both went outside at the porch and stood there in the heavy rain, too scared to go back inside.

Ingrid couldn't stop but to think, if Jannice came from the living room.. then... who was it that was in the Guest Restroom closest to her in the kitchen?

It wasn't long till Police arrived with an ambulance and started to get into the house. Both Jannice and Ingrid were rescued and sent to their homes.

On the morning of September 30th, the news flashed across the town.

"Good Morning People of Dakota. We're here with sad news that Police was called at 01:30 AM to the call of help on Elm Street where they discovered 3 bodies of 3 young teenager girls who are identified as Hannah Baker, Patricia Miller, and Ash Pines. Both Patricia and Ash were found with their bodies disemboweled and hearts missing, while Hannah had died on impact after jumping out of the window. The two Daughters of the owners of the house, Clarisse Mayforth and Rebecca Mayforth, are both missing. The last time they've been seen was going upstairs to the master's bedroom of the house about to play the game "Bloody Mary". Police are dumbfounded at the amount of blood found in the bathroom, coating everywhere from the cracked mirror and bathtub to tiles and sink. And also dragging across floor. Results says that the Blood belongs to none of the girls but to a Jane Doe. If you see both girls, please contact with our number, (67 8933-4523), or contact our local police through 911."

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The Art of Character Development in the Republic Commando Series

As many of you know, my love for the Republic Commando series is deep and enduring, and a large part of it centres on the characters of Kal Skirata and Walon Vau. Because when I love something I analyse the heck out of it, I decided to take a dive into what, from a writer's perspective, makes the two of them so interesting. After several weeks of thought, at least one rant to my parents about how these guys are SO COOL, and lots of internal monologuing, I have come up with an answer, which is that both of them are well-written examples of character archetypes that are very easy to write wrong.

Kal Skirata is a very simple man. What you see with him is pretty much exactly what you get. He's a father out to protect his sons against any and all threats, and Force help you if you are one of those threats. There. I've summed him up. This type of character is easy to turn into a cardboard cutout with no real personality beyond his overriding, defining trait, and yet - of all the many, many accusations levelled against Kal (several of which I have addressed here and here) - I've never seen anyone accuse him of being uninteresting or one-dimensional.

I believe the reason for this is that Karen Traviss made his flaws logically proceed from his strengths. Kal's single-minded love for his sons is simultaneously a strength and a weakness: it motivates him to rescue them from the Empire and set up a network to get out other clones, but it also leads him to keep information from them and make decisions for them, sometimes in ways that he shouldn't. His habit of making (often correct) snap judgements of people and situations leads him to step in and rescue the Nulls, but it also causes him to misjudge some of Etain's actions. The end result is a character who is deeply, painfully human, despite the deceptive simplicity of his motivations.

Now on to Walon Vau. Where Kal's motivations are almost entirely transparent, and a lot of what he does, you can predict from them easily, Vau frequently subverts the reader's expectations. The first time you meet him, he's been built up as a bogeyman for almost the first fourth of the book. You learn that he's responsible for Atin's scars, that he's a man who specialises in interrogation, that he makes Kal (a hardened mercenary) visibly uncomfortable...and then the first time you see him, he has this massive six-legged dog sprawled over his lap and is rubbing its ears and generally doting on it, as it drools on everything in sight. Allow me to add that this is in the middle of a military planning meeting. Huh? What happened to the bogeyman?

And that's only the first time he goes in a very unexpected direction. As soon as he's been established as a hard, cold, closed-off man who doesn't get involved with his trainees' lives more than he needs to in Triple Zero, he goes off in True Colors and (a) empties out an entire bank vault - when he is notably averse to stealing in general - to fund Skirata's clone ageing cure, and (b) gives Ordo a multi-million-dollar engagement gift for his girlfriend, just because he can.

Despite his habit of going off in entirely unexpected directions, however, Vau's actions actually make more sense the longer you think about them and the more you know about him. Each book casts new light on his past actions by revealing a new level of motivation - often one based in tragedy. However, he is never reduced to the sum of his past trauma, which is another common mistake in writing a traumatised character. He slowly but surely shows himself to be able to recognise his poor coping mechanisms and their impact, and by the end of the series he's beginning to improve them.

All in all, both of these men are excellent examples of how to take a character type that's often reduced to something that feels less than real or human, and make it both real and deeply compelling.

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Devour, Part Six

A/N: JJ's toxic home life. Age Gap Romance. Older Woman/Younger Man(keeping it legal according to NC 's laws). Eventual Smut.

Sunday Morning. 6 am. Doing the walk of shame to my front door. I quietly open it and slide in. Hoping not to wake my dad. He's usually passed out on the couch, empties surrounding him. But he surprised me by being sober and awake, waiting for me.

"Missed you this weekend. Spoke with some of your teachers. Seems like you're doing well in school." I don't bother telling him that parent teacher conferences are a complete waste of time. Especially in high school, my dad's always gone. I'd rather he skip it.

He looks over his shoulder at me, as I make my way to my room. "Your history teacher, what's her name?" My heart starts thumping in my chest. So loud that I think he can hear it. "Ms. Cooper. " We look at each other in silence until he says, "She's a knockout. I'm telling you, teachers never looked that good when I was in school. "

He laughs a little and I think that he can sense that he's making me mad. I don't like him talking about Marni that way, thinking that she's pretty. "She had nothing but good things to say about you. "

He looks at me expectantly, I lamely reply with, "I like history more than I thought I would. " His voice is dripping with innuendo, "Right. Well, I like her." I don't know what to say so I just say the first thing that comes to mind. "She's old, " I blurt out. "Old? She's probably not even thirty yet. That's not old. Believe me. "

Something inside me snaps and I can't help what comes out of my mouth. "You want to date her?" He shakes his head no, "Of course not. " I feel relieved deep down. I have no idea what he does when he's not at home. He could have another family and I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

He at least has the good sense to look uncomfortable as I finally make my great escape to my room. I push a pile of dirty clothes off my bed and onto the floor. The whole place is a mess, but I don't really care. Lately, I feel like I can't concentrate. Like I have a wild animal living inside my chest and it wants out.

It feels like a gnawing sensation, like my skin is on fire and inside out. John B says that I need to get laid, I can only rub one out in the shower so many times. The girls at school bore me. All except for her. I kick the pile of dirty clothes into the middle of the room, making a mental note to throw a load in before tonight is over.

I can't go to school and sit in front of Marni's desk smelling like ass. I wait until I hear my dad leave and I think about him drooling over her. It pisses me off, he's way too old to be lusting after her. I plug in my cellphone and once it gets enough battery power, I have nine new messages waiting for me.

I haven't checked it since last night, I scroll through the messages, two from Kie, one from JB. Some junk mail and one from an unknown number with a NC area code, I almost delete it until something tells me to open it. When I finally read it, I don't believe what it says so I read it again. The time stamp says a little past two in the morning.

Unknown Number: Hey JJ. I hope you don't mind me texting you, I'm aware that it's risky, I know. If you ever want to share a coffee with me, just to talk let me know. Reply with a time and date. Please delete this after reading. ~M~

I'm too busy deleting her message but saving her contact information under a different name that I don't stop to think about how she could have gotten my phone number.

It's three in the morning and I can't sleep, I'm laying in my bed watching the moon through the tree tops and my alarm clock is staring at me. Like it knows that I have to be to work in less than three hours. I've cleaned my apartment from top to bottom, twice. Cleaned out my closet and made a donation pile. Browsed the internet and returned some texts.

Watched a movie, tried to fall asleep a dozen times. All that's on is old infomercials, like who would actually spend their hard earned money on that crap? I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. It itches, I feel like I'm burning up so I take an ice bath. Nothing helps.

I think about JJ. His blue eyes haunt me. He's mentioned his father a few times, but he refuses to talk about his mom. I've heard some whispers or rumors about JJ's family life: alcoholic father, absentee mother. No siblings.

The high school gym teacher, Mr. Mathers asked me out on a date. I almost laughed in his face. I see the way that the male faculty members look at me: like i'm a piece of meat and they're wolves, ready to pounce and devour me. Disgusting. They're all disgusting middle aged men who think that a woman owes them something. A date to them equals sex. They're so transparent.

My thoughts keep on going back to JJ. To his youth and beauty. He intrigues me, behind his smart-ass persona, behind his laid back surfer boy exterior there's something ready to snap. I have to be careful.

I pick up my phone and browse through Facebook. Nothing grabs my attention. I put the phone back on the coffee table and stand up and stretch. I pace back and forth and drink a glass of wine, hopefully it'll put me to sleep. I halfway watch some old black and white movie until my alarm goes off and I begin to dress for the day.

My phone goes off with a text message and all that I can see is the word URGENT in bold letters. It's JJ, I read his reply sent at 5:50 this morning. He gives me the answer I was hoping he would.

Friday night finally rolls around and I do exactly what Marni told me to. I wait at the bus stop and wait for her to pull up, I get into her car and we go into a part of town where no one could recognize us. We end up at a little hole in the wall coffee shop, it's dark and the walls are lined with privacy booths. Blue lights are over the bar, turning the place the color of the ocean: deep and mysterious. Mellow jazz music wafts over the speakers, the smell of coffee permeates the air.

We didn't talk much on the way over and now that we're here I notice that my palms are sweaty and my mouth is dry. Marni slides into the seat across from me, asks me what I want as the waitress approaches our booth. I stare at the menu with it's various fancy coffees with weird names like Devil's Delight, Vanilla Bean, Triple Whammy, Red Hot Chilli Pepper Surprise. I can't focus. "I like the Italian Stallion, it's a special blend of beans from a tiny town in Italy and black licorice. It's really good. "

"Sounds good to me, " I say. Hoping that my voice doesn't crack. It holds strong. The waitress takes our order and Marni adds a slice of triple chocolate cake and two forks. She winks at me and I smile in return.

I slide the menu back behind the napkin dispenser on the table, my hands are under the table to hide how nervous she makes me. I look at her from across the booth and for the first time that night, our eyes connect. She looks at me and says, "I'm glad you came."

"Me too." I inwardly cringe as my wit and charm fail me. How do I talk to her? She turns my insides into a pile of jelly and makes my blood run hot. I doubt that she listens to the music that I like. I can't think of anything to talk about.

"You're kinda quiet. Is everything okay?" She covers my hands with hers. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, JJ. I just want to get to know you a little bit better. I want to enjoy your company. I completely understand if you don't want-"

"No! No. I- I'm just not sure. I - I mean, this is cool. I don't want to leave or anything. I just don't know what to say. "

"You never seem to struggle with words when you take me on in the classroom. " I can tell by her small smile that she's teasing me, and I feel like I can relax. "Well, let's talk about world history- how about them Huns?" I get a small laugh and I feel relief. This might not be that difficult at all.

"That's the JJ I want to know. " The drinks come and then the dessert. I grab a fork and take a bite. "This is really good. " Her smile gets bigger. "I should have ordered two slices. "

Embarrassment creeps up my neck and I'm glad that it's dark. "I'll buy us another one. " She slices off a piece and slides it between her plump lips. "Don't be silly, I just wanted a taste. " I watch her red, red lips the whole time.

We get lost in easy conversation until she brings up my parents. I told her that I'm left alone a lot. I don't know why I told her that. I don't think that she cares about stuff like that.

She mentions my grades and she sounds like my teacher. The cozy feelings evaporate between us. She mentions that her parents are divorced and it dawns on me that she thinks that my parents are divorced. I tell her that my mom is deceased and Marni looks shocked and then sympathy takes over.

"I'm so sorry, JJ. I had no idea-" "I don't talk about her much. " She nods her head " I can tell that this is painful for you. " I lean back in the booth and lace my fingers behind my head. "Naw, I don't really remember her because it happened a long time ago, I think that I was two at the time. " Emotions are starting to claw their way up my throat and I push them down. "I don't even know what she looks like. "

She leans toward me and takes my hand in hers. "Well, you are an intelligent and charming young man. " I feel my insides turn into mush. Marni's so stunning. I just want to lean over and kiss her.

I give Marni a smile; Kie calls it my "hook, line and sinker" smile. "I have you on my hook and now I'm going to reel you in " smile. I know whatever I'm doing is working and I turn it on high beam for her. All dimples and blue eyes.

I think of Kie, who's mother plays twenty questions every time she tries to leave the house, and Pope's dad, who sends out a search party every time Pope's fifteen minutes late.

Marni sips her coffee. I watch her, feeling more comfortable and totally into the here and now. The gap between us has closed a little more; I can forget that she's my teacher. We listen to music and she slides into the seat next to me. Something about not being able to see the band. Our thighs are touching, I feel like I'm being electrocuted. All I can smell is her perfume and it makes my jeans grow tighter and I hope that she doesn't notice.

She's staring at the band as if she doesn't know what effect she has on me. I swallow a mouthful of coffee and it burns my tongue. The pain distracts me from running my fingers up her thigh.

The house band starts wrapping up and Marni says, "We should go before it gets any later." I could stay with her all night, but I agree with her. It's almost 11.

Once we're in her car, Marni says, "I'll drop you off at the end of your street. Is that okay?" I nod, feeling the gap between us getting wider. I don't have a car and I hate feeling like a child.

She stops at the end of my street. "Here you go. Four houses down on the left. Sorry delivery can't be to your door, but better safe than sorry." I nod, opening the door. "I had a lot of fun. Thank you. " I settle on the word " fun" because "mind blowing " would be doing too much. "So did I. "

I get out, wishing I didn't have to leave her. She leans over towards the passenger window, "Maybe we can hang out again sometime. " I quickly take her up on her offer, and my eyes drift down to her breasts, straining against her sweater. "Next time, my treat. "

She laughs. "Absolutely. " I watch her drive away, shoving my hands into my pockets and head for my house. It's not until I'm in my room getting ready for bed that it hits me-she never had to ask me for directions. She drove me straight home, she knew what house was mine, as if she's been here before.