#like not a fucking clue. but they’re cute

[cicada-heart]

hand embroidered panther patch ❤️‍🔥

this will be available in my shop tomorrow!

[pebblezone]

Feeling like a Yuma morii Pokémon card

[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

Em Farrow (tentative last name for dhsab si…..) makes a point of attending a book club at a college they don’t attend, for at least the first part of the storyline. It’s how they established and maintain a small civ friendgroup while living in the city and working under the ELE.

It’s just generally assumed by the other members that Em is a student, but when asked directly (hey, what year are you, anyway? you’re not graduating, are you?) they’ll admit to being a dropout. (nah, I failed out, haha. But Samantha said it would be alright if I kept showing up to our meetings, everybody say thank you Sam) (pan, over a chorus of thaaank you Saaaams, to the quiet club treasurer everybody loves who is a little embarrassed by being singled out and certainly isn’t going to make a fuss and REVOKE an invitation even if she’s pretty sure she never offered one because that would be RUDE and make everything worse)

[chelseeebe]

seven minutes in heaven.

a/n: pure self indulgent smut here i really have no other way to describe this lmfao. i wrote this all in about three hours so please excuse any mistakes bc i had to get the idea out while it was still fresh in the mind. don’t get me wrong i love dominant eddie but let’s be real he’s just not, is he? he’s a fumbling little virgin and i love that

18+. smut. alcohol. sex with someone in the room (don’t do this. this is fiction.) eddie is so pathetically down bad for reader and also a virgin! they’re in college rather than hs bc i’m too old to be writing about teenagers here

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eddie’s insanely nervous when the bottle starts spinning, anticipating the dread of having to get in that tiny closet with well.. literally anyone.

he wasn’t exactly well versed when it came to sexual encounters. he’d barely just kissed a girl for the first time last year and had been successful in avoiding any and all games of this nature. it’s not like he didn’t want to, he just didn’t want to embarrass himself nor disappoint whichever poor soul had to stuff themselves into that closet with him.

it spins and spins until it lands on chrissy and some dude he’d just met tonight. breathing a silent sigh of relief as he now gets a further seven minutes to think up some excuse as to why he couldn’t kiss his match.

his ringed finger circles the top of the glass bottle, clinking against it in some unrecognisable beat. maybe he could run to the bathroom as soon as they came out? at least he’d have to miss another go, be free of the embarrassment a little while longer.

eddie’s eyes glide around the circle, eyeing up the potential matches. there’s robin, who absolutely not interested in him and especially not anyone of his gender. nancy, she’s cute but one hundred percent not his type and he’s sure that the fact both of her exes are sat in the room would mean they could get out of kissing. a few other girls that he’s sure would kiss him but they wouldn’t be thrilled about it. then there’s you. sat with your legs crossed, skirt riding up your supple thighs and a shirt that hung low enough that you shouldn’t have even bothered wearing one.

he only notices that he’s staring when steve makes some lewd comment about the noises coming from the closet. tearing his eyes off of your chest and onto the rowdy man.

oh shit, what if it lands on a guy? at least maybe they could just shuffle off and pretend to make kissy noises, see that’d be easy.

before he’s able to jump up and run off, chrissy and the unnamed guy stumble out of the closet, giggling with their cheeks flushed.

oh god oh god oh god.

‘ya have fun in there?’ steve bellows, clearly intoxicated and obviously way too eager to have his turn. why couldn’t he just be more like him, eddie thinks.

steve spins the bottle again. going round and round and round until it stops, the lipped edge facing you.

please no. please literally anyone other than him.

if he was clueless with the other girls he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do with you.

‘oh shiiit,’ steve hisses as he sends the bottle flying again.

it slows down just before him, thinking he’d escaped once again until the glass stops. pointing right at his gormless face. he blinks at the bottle, trying with all his might to send it flying again through some undiscovered telekinetic energy or some shit.

it doesn’t. obviously. because he’s not fucking superman.

‘come on,’ you speak, stood before him with your hand extended. oh fuck. he’s not sure he can even take your hand. it’s far too clammy and he’d expose his super-virgin status.

he groans getting up from the floor, gingerly taking your hand and following you through the corridor to the closet. his heart in his throat the entire time. he thinks he might just throw up. unsure of if it’s from the anticipation or just sheer terror of having to try and kiss you.

with your fucking tiny skirt and your perfect tits pressed against him. there’s no way he won’t pop a fucking boner. oh god, what if-

‘you okay?’ you ask, shuffling into the small space opposite with the tiny flecks of light shining on your smile. he hadn’t even noticed you’d shut the door, too caught up in his own head to realise that this was now and he was going to have to do something before you ran out of there laughing.

‘yeah- yeah,’ nodding frantically as he attempts to collect himself. maybe you didn’t wanna kiss him? you’d make some polite excuse about having a boyfriend or something and then you could stand and make small talk for the excruciatingly long seven minutes.

‘good,’ you mumble before closing the already tiny gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a haste.

eddie’s head is empty. absolutely nothing going on inside. frozen in time as your lips move against his. he should do something. he just doesn’t know what.

‘what? you never kissed a girl before?’ you scoff, pulling away slightly. are you mocking him? or is this flirting? fuck, why don’t they make books for this kinda shit?

‘y-yeah i have..’ he mumbles, arms still limply hung around his sides. if you could see his face right now, he’d be comparable to a ripe beetroot.

‘so kiss me back then?’ you giggle, connecting your lips once again, soft hand coming to caress his warm cheek.

okay, yeah. just.. kiss back.

he does what he thinks is right, eyes fluttering shut as his lips move with yours. this is good, he thinks. it feels right.

your other hand reaches out to grab his wrist, moving his hand to rest on your waist. giggling into his mouth, your breath tasting like alcohol and a hint of mint. it’s sweet, addicting almost as he chases the taste with his mouth.

adrenaline racing through his veins when your hand leaves his wrist and tangles into his hair, fingernails tracing along his sensitive scalp. he has to restrain himself from moaning into your mouth. it’s an entirely new sensation for him, makes his cock twitch in his tight jeans. he can’t stop thinking about how much he wants you to just tug it, pull his head back with your delicate fingers.

your knee slides between his legs, thick thigh nudging the growing bulge in his pants. letting out the most embarrassing noise into your mouth. before he even has time to curse himself for it your tongue slips into his mouth, using the opportunity to push your chest further into his.

deciding now to be brave, his hand shakily meets your shoulder, holding you in that exact position. he could stay here forever, he wouldn’t need anything else in life. ever.

your lips pull back slightly and he whimpers. literally whimpers in response to the sudden lack of attention. feeling your smile grow against his now swollen lips. who the fuck whimpers? if he hadn’t already established his virgin-ness, he definitely had now.

‘is that good, yeah?’ you breathe, the words almost sending him into cardiac arrest. they sound as if they’re dipped in honey coming from your sweet lips.

he nods quickly, unable to form a coherent response without looking like an utter fool. opening his eyes just enough to see you staring up at him through your lashes. if he weren’t leant against the wall, he’s sure he’d collapse into a puddle of goo.

‘what if i do.. this?’ palm sliding down over his neck and heaving chest before stopping at his belt buckle, waiting for a sign to continue.

his adams apple bobs as he swallows and you take it as a compliment and sliding your hand on top of his very obvious boner.

he’s a goner.

grip tightening on your shoulder as his breath stutters. willing himself not to cum in his pants right then and there. he would never ever live that down. not with that meathead harrington who would definitely pull him up on it the second you left.

‘oh yeah?’ you remark, smirking in the darkness at his pathetic stature. slowly moving your fingers as you palm him through his jeans. your hardened nipples brushing against his chest because of fucking course you weren’t wearing a bra.

there’s no way he’s making it out of this cupboard alive.

‘h-holy shit,’ he chokes out, eyelids fluttering as he fights off fainting. his head is fuzzy, sorta like how he felt when he got high and jerked off except so so much better.

‘maybe we could.. continue this later?’ muttering quietly so as to avoid anyone outside hearing.

he’s well aware that you only have at most a minute or so left before someone rips open that door and reveals the pitiful mess he is. the sentence doesn’t register for a few seconds until he realises what you meant.

‘y-yes,’ he finally responds, overly eager, ‘please,’ ashamed at how desperate he sounded. he’s sure that he’d kill someone for just one extra minute in here with you. not entirely sure how he would be able to hold on until later.

you don’t reply with words, mashing your lips together one last time before someone hammers on the door, signalling that his seven minutes in actual heaven were over.

‘get out you horny fucks, i want a turn!’ steve jokes from the other side, making you spring apart before he comes crashing into the room.

you smile at him again, seemingly so innocent when he knows you’re anything but.

the bright light of the hallway makes him blink before you bound off back to whoever’s room you were playing him. leaving him with the worlds most awkward stiffy and absolutely no way to hide it from the prying eyes of the fellow players.

‘god damn munson, are you alright?’ steve laughs at his outwardly flustered appearance. eddie is so fucking grateful that the boy is too invested in getting his turn to pay full attention to the obvious tent in his jeans.

sliding into his spot, discreetly moving one of the cushions to his lap. he doesn’t give a shit about the game, too busy wondering just when later would be.

it goes on and on.

robin and nancy head off to the closet, receiving a few woos from the gaggle of people.

then it lands on argyle and jonathan, the larger man having to drag jonathan into the closet with an excited wiggle of his brows.

steve’s fuming at every turn that isn’t his, throwing his hands into the air when it lands on anyone other than him.

and then the bottle goes spinning again, stopping on you. eddie’s not sure if it’s jealousy that it could land on anybody else or desperate hope that it lands on him again.

it doesn’t, goes flying right past him and ends up stopping right in front of steve who jumps up, absolutely ecstatic that he finally gets to go into that damn closet.

eddie’s eyes meet yours, ducking his head slightly and hoping that the searing envy wasn’t so apparent on his features. you give him a little shrug and that same damning smile before getting off the floor.

‘c’mon then big boy,’ rolling your eyes as steve pulls you into the closet.

eddie’s seething with jealousy and he’s not even sure why. you weren’t his like, this wasn’t an exclusive contract that meant you could only play the game with him. near enough drawing blood as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. it’s the thought of it. of steve and his big hands and his exuding levels of confidence. infuriating him to no end.

‘you good bro?’ jonathan nudges his elbow, completely unaware that he had been glaring at the same stain on the carpet for what must have been minutes.

‘me? yeah.. i’m good,’ standing to grab himself another beer. thank fuck the boner had subsided. at one point he had seriously considered disappearing to the bathroom to relieve himself but a few thoughts of his sixth grade math teacher naked had killed it completely.

he pops the top off with his ring, taking a long hard swig of the beer, counting the seconds until you’d reappear from the hallway. this would be the perfect time to grow some goddamn balls and show you how he felt. he could slide right into the spot next to you, maybe even extend an arm around your shoulder. you know, really hammer it home.

‘it’s been seven minutes,’ he blurts out instead, appearing more as a jealous weirdo than the cool, outgoing guy he so wished to be. stupid. internally cussing himself out.

‘you were in there for eight minutes, dude,’ robin laughs, shoulders shaking at his eagerness. great, now everyone in the room knew he was a possessive, jealous freak.

‘hah.. yeah right,’ shuffling back to his spot with the worst attempt at playing at cool that he’d ever seen. swallowing the gigantic lump in his throat and watching the doorway like a fucking hawk.

‘seven minutes stevie.. that’s it,’ your voice echoes and you finally reappear, pulling at the strap of your shirt, readjusting it to its rightful position on your shoulder.

‘holy shit,’ steve remarks, his stupidly perfect hair all messed up, red cheeks to match. eddie longs to grab his collar and pummel his fist into his face. he doesn’t of course, that’d make him look really normal.

instead he chooses to read the label of the beer bottle rather intently, ignoring the feeling of your eyes boring into him. perhaps later would never arrive and he’d just have to move on with his life.

the party dies down and eventually the game gets abandoned, party goers slinking off home or to the bedrooms or as argyle had, passing out on the couch. now would be the perfect time to scarper off to his dorm, not like anyone would notice he was gone. you certainly wouldn’t. not with steve hanging around your feet like a lost puppy.

when the music cuts out, he knows it’s time to go. later was quite clearly not coming. and neither was he. well, he would. just when he got home.

‘well, i’m going to bed,’ you announce, pushing yourself from the couch, staring directly at him. is that a hint? is this later? god, he doesn’t know.

hesitating just a moment too long as steve interjects first, ‘me too.. you don’t mind if i crash here, do you?’

your eyebrows raise slightly, still staring him down. waiting for a response well, for anything from eddie.

‘i-i’ll take the couch, if that’s okay?’ thinking that maybe your lack of response was also a hint? it’s really not clear and he just wishes that you’d directly tell him what to do.

‘sure.. knock yourself out,’ you shrug, a tinge of disappointment in your voice. so it was a hint. you wanted eddie to volunteer to stay in your room, he gets it now! now that it’s way too late.

‘great! well, i guess we’re roomies,’ steve smirks, gazing over at you. disgustingly smug in the way his hand lingers on the small of your back. that should be him. if only he wasn’t such a bumbling idiot he might’ve been the one leading you up the stairs. fingers sprawled out on your back and a mischievous grin to match.

he takes his spot on the couch, shuffling out of the denim jacket that had clung to him all night. he’s sure he can hear a distant banging, some muffled moans and a squeaky mattress. or maybe it’s his subconscious playing cruel, horrid tricks on him. whatever it is, he hates that it’s got him excited. it’s incredibly disgusting and perverted but he can’t help it. he’d sported a slight chub for most of the night which was definitely not helping right now.

tossing on the uncomfortable couch until his head is buried in the cushion and he can’t hear it anymore. certainly rock solid as his eyes squeeze shut. oh fuck. the bathroom seemed like a perfectly valid idea now, that wasn’t weird right?

just before he can convince himself to get up and go the stairs creak and he can hear a soft padding of feet climbing down. freezing in his spot, hips pressed into the soft cushion so as to not give away his precarious position. it’s just someone getting water, at least he hopes.

‘are you a fuckin’ idiot?’ your voice whispers harshly from the doorway, muttering curses under your breath as you stumble across the room to the couch.

‘w-what?’ he speaks, turning his head but leaving his body flat against the back of the sofa. now he definitely didn’t want you to see that.

‘you were supposed to- fuck, where are you?’ groaning as your toe collides with the coffee table, still blindly feeling your way to the couch.

‘here,’ he calls, holding his arm out for you to find.

using his voice to finally find the stupid couch, fumbling around as your leg slings over his sideways turned thighs, ‘why are you lying like that? move,’ speaking in hushed voices, trying not to wake the gentle giant on the opposite sofa.

your bossiness certainly doesn’t make matters any better, his dick straining against the denim as he reshuffles, lying flat on his back. he’s grateful that you’d straddled his thighs and not his raging boner.

‘you were supposed to say that you were staying with me, you idiot,’ sitting tall atop his legs.

his hands are suspended in the air, hesitant to touch you. or touch the wrong part of you even. eddie’s brain reboots when you shuffle upwards, mouth running dry as the cogs turn ever so slowly to formulate a reply.

‘i- wha? i thought.. you and steve.. uh, in the closet?’ his eyes somewhat adjusting to the darkness, just about making out your figure and your furrowed brows. oh god it’s so hot- you’re so hot when you’re mad. his mind flashing back to that dingy closet and how fucking good your hand felt in his hair.

‘no,’ you grimace, ‘i don’t want to fuck steve, i want to fuck you.. are you stupid?’ coming to place your hands on his chest. sure that you could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. ‘he just touched my tits a little and besides, i hid in the bathroom until he passed out.. you are stupid.’

his mouth opens and subsequently shuts again without any words forming. there weren’t any. yes. yes he was stupid. quite clearly. most people probably would’ve gathered what was going on when you’d fondled his balls and very obviously stated that you wanted to fuck him later. well, eddie wasn’t most people.

‘you do?’ is all that he manages to squeeze out, sounding like a small child. eyes shining bright in the little light leaking through the curtains.

‘oh my god,’ you complain, leaning down to connect your lips, wanting to shut him up if nothing else.

even now, he’s still taken aback but he’s not completely brain dead yet as his hands find your hips. see? didn’t even need your guidance this time.

your hips grind down against his, pyjama shorts riding up as you move. eddie’s positively gutted that he can’t see them in this light, he knows they’re soft, can feel that at least. he’s more confident now, a new air about him that just wasn’t there mere hours ago. he thinks that maybe it’s because there isn’t a room full of his friends listening to your every move outside.

that or the sheer level of arousal coursing his veins.

but his tongue is the one to slip into your mouth, noting that you’d definitely brushed your teeth and he wished he’d done the same. your fingers walk the length of his chest, coming between your bodies to his belt buckle.

this is it. he’s going to lose his virginity. and to you no less. oh fuck.

you pull away, tapping on his chest with your other hand, ‘sit up,’ forefinger hooked into one of his belt loops.

he obliges immediately, shifting to sit back against the arm rest. making sure to hold onto your waist as he does. you feel so soft, his fingers melding into your skin perfectly. the cold metal of his rings leaving tiny indentations as his grip tightens. he’d do anything you asked him to, especially if you were poised above him like this.

your hand goes back to working his belt off, unbuttoning his jeans and working them down his thighs. brushing against his length with your fingers. he’s almost panting, head lolling back instinctively, stifling the ungodly moan that had found itself in the back of his throat.

‘look at me,’ you whisper, still tracing the veiny cock beneath you.

his head shoots up, looking back into your eyes. desperate to please you, abiding by any and all instructions that you barked just incase he fucked this up. he would have to pack his bags and flee the country if he did. not sure that he would be able to live with himself.

‘are you a virgin?’ you ask quietly and he feels his cheeks flush immediately.

was it that obvious? the fact that he’d popped a boner the second you’d kissed him was probably a dead giveaway, actually. you don’t seem to care.. he has no reason to lie. unless this is all one big prank and you’re actually about to climb off of him and start laughing.

it’s totally shameful but actually that’d probably still get him off.

‘yeah..’

you nod, taking your eyes off of his to look down at his cock. there’s a tiny wet patch which had actually most likely been there for hours when he thinks about it.

‘you want to, don’t you? we don’t have to.. could suck you off or something?’

‘n-no no, i want to.. trust me, i want to,’ sounding as desperate as humanly possible. over his dead body would he would fuck this up. now he’s not sure how long he’ll last but he’s sure it won’t be long.

‘okay.. good,’ you smirk, bringing the waistband of his boxers down. his cock springs up to his stomach and his eyes flit shut. was his dick small? is that something you cared about? he didn’t have much to go off here except from porn and even he knew that wasn’t exactly realistic.

he can hear you spit into your hand and he’s back to full attention, watching as it drops into your palm and trying his hardest not to cum right now. with your chin shining and your lips wet, it’s all too much.

and when your tender hand covered in your spit wraps around the base of his cock, he chokes on nothing. fingernails leaving crescent moon shapes in your hips, certain that he’s probably hurting you but unable to let go without busting a nut.

you pump your hand a few times, watching intently as he struggles to stay with it. it’s heaven. no no, it’s better than heaven. better than anything he’d ever experienced in his entire life. and the man had gotten creative with some of his masturbation sessions to say the least.

a snore rips through the room and it’s then that he’s reminded of the other man passed out on the other side of the room, ‘shit.. sh-should we carry on?’ nervously taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘just be quiet, he won’t wake up,’ ignoring the drunkard and continuing to pump your hand.

eddie’s unsure if it’s you or if he’s feeling things but he can feel a something wet on his thigh. not brave enough to take his hand down there to find out.

‘you sure you want to?’ leaving your hand at the base of his cock to move yourself upwards.

‘y-yes.. please,’ nodding like a maniac.

that’s all the confirmation you need to shift your shorts out of the way, sitting straighter on your knees and positioning his tip at your sopping entrance.

he’s not prepared one bit for how intense it feels. the sensation sends shockwaves through his entire body, sending his head spinning.

lowering yourself down onto him with a soft sigh, hands now finding his shoulders for leverage. eddie’s about to start levitating. you’re so warm, enveloping him inside just right. the second you move, he’ll probably start crying.

his eyes struggle to stay open, rolling to the back of his head. moaning far too loudly when your hips move forward causing your hand to clamp right over his mouth. as if that wouldn’t make him cum ten times faster.

‘shh,’ you hiss, working your hips at a steady rhythm. soft squeaks leaving your own mouth with every bounce but keeping your eyes steady on him. enjoying the sight of him coming completely undone underneath your body.

your hand leaves his shoulder for a second, manoeuvring his hand onto your chest, ‘touch me,’ mewling when he gets the gist and starts palming your tit. the feel of your hardened nipples underneath his palm only sending him hurtling faster towards his already fast approaching orgasm.

he’s one second away from blurting out that he’s in love with you. which he doesn’t think is far off of the truth to be honest.

you trust him enough to not start babbling and take your hand from his mouth, grabbing onto his shoulder again to quicken your pace. clit catching against the patch of pubes he wishes he had time to tame. it was driving him fucking insane, knowing that he was the reason you were panting and cursing under your breath.

there it is. that familiar sensation of something tightening in his stomach, except a hundred times more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. quickly shaking his head to give you some forewarning though it’s pretty useless.

‘f-fuck, oh fuck,’ lifting his hips from the couch to empty himself into you. eddie could’ve never imagined that this is what you would feel like. pure ecstasy vibrating through his limbs, spurts of white hot pleasure exploding behind his eyelids.

his thighs shaking as he collapses back into the couch, still mumbling a bunch of sorries as he attempts to float back down to planet earth. he’d lasted a measly few minutes and for that, he wanted to curl up and die. if it weren’t for the fact that you were so fucking sexy and so warm and so perfect- he probably would’ve lasted at least a couple minutes more.

eddie’s eyes stay closed as you climb off of him, readjusting your shorts as you settle on his thighs once again, ‘you back in the room yet?’ chuckling quickly, leering down at him.

a strangled laugh falls out of his lips, daring to look at you. ashamed even though he knows it’s not that bad. sure he’d lasted longer than at least one other person out there.

‘sorry.. i swear, gimme like.. like ten minutes..’ doing everything in his power to convince you not to leave. because truthfully if you stayed like this, he probably would be hard again in a matter of minutes.

‘hey.. it’s okay,’ you lean down, chest flat against his, ‘don’t worry ‘bout it,’ head perfectly tilted to gaze up into his eyes. maybe he wouldn’t need ten minutes at all. not with the way you’re looking at him like that, doe eyed and whispering sweet words of encouragement into his ear.

‘wanna.. uh,’ the words stick in his throat, ‘wanna get you off,’ blushing despite the fact his dick had literally just been buried inside of you. it’s ridiculous really.

‘you can.. don’t worry,’ pressing your lips to the stubble beneath his chin.

his cock twitches at the sensation and he truly realises how completely pathetic he was. fully at your mercy but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[p1utofairy]

★ how will people feel about you going public with your fp?

NOTE: for entertainment purposes only. take what resonates & leave what doesn't. ⭐️ i always appreciate the feedback so don't be shy. MWAH. enjoy!

PILE 1.

i feel like this relationship is going to cause quite a stir, pile 1. the energy is giving “that should be me!” lmao some people are really going to be mad as fuck. your person is going to treat you like an absolute queen and i’m hearing people scoff like “UGH!” which is crazy cause you might not even know these people, but y’alls relationship evokes this energy out of them. you (or possibly your fp) might have a narcissistic ex lurking in the shadows who constantly watches your social media & keeps tabs on y’alls relationship. it’s really weird, EW. they feel like they didn’t have you the way your person does, and it makes them really fucking jealous – it’s honestly absurd.

they fumbled you and they’re really going to regret it!especially because of how well your fp treats you & prioritizes your relationship. this ex has a BIG ass ego like the way they make everything about themselves is insane?! this person could be a fire sign – i’m picking up on some leo energy. they’re in disbelief that you moved on from them, and found someone wayyyy better that fulfills you in so many ways that they couldn’t possibly measure up to. they might create fake pages or reach out to you repeatedly trying to win you back over…it’s shameful honestly. from the outside looking in, your relationship with your fp is going to look so lowkey + private yet so warm + stable. you or your fp could have scorpio/taurus placements, but i just feel like neither of you are the type to post every single thing you do together on social media but people will know that’s YOUR FP, YOUR FP, YOUR FP! like don’t play!

y’all will make it very known that y’all are a couple, but people will not be all up in the mix because y'all simply don’t want them to be. they’ll see little hints and clues that you’re off the market, but this relationship is for you two, not everyone else. i can see you both posting things like holding hands, dinner dates, taking long walks together, an off guard while one of you is doing something, etc. just cute moments that only show a small glimpse of the immense love you two share on a day to day basis.

PILE 2.

were you split between choosing this pile and pile 1 lol? if so, check out pile 1 as well! there might be some messages in there for you too. now anyways, i’m ngl this is giving me single era vibes. you might have options and even if you don’t…you’re like “is any person really worth going public with?” LOL i get it, i really do. you’re very cautious and want to make sure that you’re not wasting your time on a relationship that you know might not last in the long run – you’d rather save yourself the embarrassment.

if you went public with someone…that means you really are committed like they REALLYYYYY won you over because you don’t pop out with just anybody! it takes a lot of effort to keep your attention, let alone gain your trust to be in a public relationship. i actually think your content with being by yourself right now. of course, you want a partner who can provide you with the best and also be loyal and committed to you.

however, you're willing to wait for that one person instead of wasting your time on others who don't meet those standards. OOOOO did some of my fellow saturnians choose this pile? this energy is amazing like seriously i’m so proud of you! you’re doing the inner work and it’s genuinely going to pay off in the long run. you’re cultivating your own happiness and building up your self-confidence. because of that, you’re going to attract a like-minded partner. you will have your desired reality, pile 2! you don’t live your life based on society’s standards and expectations. you’re on a different vibration and are attracting love, prosperity and abundance towards yourself effortlessly because you refuse to settle for less and put yourself in a box.

i know this reading is about how people will feel about you going public with you fp, but you genuinely don’t give a fuck what people think lol. people won’t even be able to form a proper opinion, because you are genuinely on a different level. i randomly just heard that one nicki minaj video when she’s like “BROKE PPL SHOULD NEVER LAUGH!” lmfaooooo i’m sorry but yeah! once you get everything you always said you would, including your fp, people are gonna be real silent no shade.

PILE 3

um pile 3 why is this energy a bit messyyyy, hold awn?! your relationship with your future partner might be different from what you perceive, or at least that’s how the public views it. take that with a grain of salt, but i feel like this relationship is going to have its ups and downs and it’s going to reflect on y’alls social medias.

you or your future partner might be the type to get emotional and act out by reposting different quotes on your IG story or tiktoks that relate to your situation, might even go as far as posting cryptic messages to allude that you two are on the outs. you and your fp know how to push each other’s buttons, and it honestly can get petty between you both. someone is not fully healed from their previous relationship in this connection & the unresolved baggage is carrying over into this one. idk, pile 3. for some of you this could be a karmic relationship and for others of you this could be baggage on your end that you need to work through in order for you to be in a stable relationship.

there seems to be a lot of wishy-washy energy, and people might perceive your relationship as having a 'one minute they're together, the next minute they're not' type of vibe. also, i’m picking up on a third-party situation where either you or your partner is keeping someone on the back burner without completely closing the door.

honestly, people might be amused by this and say things like, 'OMG, go check [Y/N]’s IG story and go see what [Y/FP] posted,' which only fuels the mind games being played. ultimately, i think this relationship will teach you about healthy boundaries and what you are and aren’t willing to tolerate, especially in public. it’s messy because this third party keeps interfering and amplifying the situation to make it worse. the ball is ultimately in your court, pile 3. you’ll know what to do.

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Unknown Sender

happy valentine's day!

MONDAY: 13:52 

‘hi.’ Peter squints at the message, then the unsaved number. He's not sure how, but it’s a scam. 

‘i’d like to have your attention, please.’ Peter rolls his eyes, swiping left to not only delete but report the number as junk. No doubt it was a bot or someone with a flair for sextortion. 

A new number. ‘that was actually so rude of you, parker.’ 

‘unblock me right now.’ 

Peter shifts in his seat, he does a slow look around the room and finds nothing off putting or alarming. 

‘Who is this?’ 

Green bubbles pop up. ‘unblock me and i’ll tell you.’ Peter was right to guess about extortion. Another swipe, blocked and reported. Peter wasn’t participating in any games. 

A new number. ‘oh, now you’re just being cute.’ 

Peter feels his heart pick up a bit, it’s a tad threatening and now he’s overthinking it a little. What if someone has it out for him? Is there a mark on his back? ‘Please leave me alone.’ 

‘no.’ 

‘can we play 21 questions?’ 

Peter’s face scrunches up, he spins his head around one more time, someone is fucking with him. He has no clue who has time for something like that in university, but he’s not a willing participant anymore, not since high school. 

‘Leave me alone. Go torment a freshman.’ 

‘i don’t like freshmen. i like you.’ Peter chews at his bottom lip, there was a second of hesitancy but he knows the truth deep down. ‘I’m blocking you.’ 

‘sure. i’ll keep texting you, too.’ 

‘I’ll change my number.’ 

‘noooo please don’t do that. i had to work hard enough to get it the first time.’ Peter doesn’t respond. He blocks the number and moves on, and they don’t try to text him again.

Until the next day and Peter knows two things for certain. There is a note in his backpack, and it wasn’t there before his econ lecture. He remembers pulling that pocket open before he started notes, then when he went to zip it up, a note. 

This upsets him. What good was any sense when someone could get that unnoticeably close to him without him knowing? Second, it’s a little frustrating not to know who this person is and how it most likely is connected to the texts he had a few days ago, and that it’s an extremely long played joke that’s mostly boring. 

‘Peter Parker- 

You’ve been secretly admired. It might not be very secret, because I think you’ve caught me staring at you a thousand times. I like you a lot. 

Hopefully liked back, 

-X’ 

But a part of him believes it’s true. He’s trying to think of who’s in his lecture, if he’s caught them staring then they’re either to the side or behind him. There are too many faces, too many times he’s been looked at, he’s almost centered, it’s his fault for choosing a focal point. 

Instead of throwing it away, he refolds the pink handwriting and puts it back into place before hitching a strap over his shoulder and sliding behind chairs. One, two steps up he glances at your face, you have a weak smile, he returns the same kind, it’s more like a polite nod. Peter’s always thought you were pretty and he thinks you're nice. 

But really, he’s wondering who left the note. 

10:30

‘did you get my note?’ Peter does his normal scan across campus, again, his fault for being out in the open. This person could be anywhere, he’s on a picnic bench with a group of friends. If he’s smart, he’d start limiting himself to contained spaces and make you show yourself. 

‘Yeah. Who is this?’ Peter’s thumbs dance around the screen waiting for a reply, it comes quick. ‘i told you. x.’ He stops himself from rolling his eyes, he doesn’t know anyone with an ‘X’ anywhere in their name. 

‘Is that an initial?’ 

‘actually, i’m pretty sure it’s british for kiss.’ 

‘That’s a wild take. Are you saying the UK is responsible for XOXO’s?’ 

‘i’d like to make you responsible for my xoxo’s.’ Peter chews his bottom lip, he won’t play into anything in writing. He doesn’t believe this for a second, everything about this feels off. Someone’s fucking with him and they’re also in his class, or they have someone in on it in his class. 

But this is too advanced.

‘sorry. i don’t mean to like harass you or anything. you’re really hot but you scare me, i don’t think you would like me so idk, maybe if you talk to me you’d like me for me or something.’ 

‘i just think i’m punching wayyyy above my weight class here and i may be making this worse because there is no doubt you think im weird.’ 

‘i am weird. i should leave you alone now. i’m sorry.’ 

Peter reads his screen four times, it’s still not clicking. He’s nothing special and he doesn’t mean that in a way to dog on himself, he’s just nerdy and quiet. It seems a little too authentic to be fake, but he’s got to make sure. 

‘How’d you get my number?’ 

‘your friend. they have been sworn to secrecy but they know what i’m doing and they are in full support. take that as you will.’ 

‘Depends on the friend.’ 

‘i’ll tell you when you find out who i am.’ 

‘I’m going to find out? You’re not going to tell me?’ 

‘i don’t think i’ve been hiding it. you just haven’t been paying attention and now i want you to.’ 

‘Oh, but you’re shy?’ 

‘i’m about to pass out on the lawn behind this fucking screen, don’t play with me parker.’ A slip, you’re around him and you just admitted it. ‘Tell me, admirer, what are you wearing?’ The more detail the better, but he could work off of just a color. 

���nice try. but you’re looking mighty handsome in the blue.’ A glance down, he suddenly feels watched. ‘Are you stalking me?’ 

‘oh no! no no no. i PROMISE you i’m not that fucking psychotic.’

‘i’m just a “sneak a note into your backpack” level of crazy. i’m here with my roommate and her boyfriend. i saw you and just wanted to know if you got it, i promise.’ 

‘You do understand that this situation makes you seem psychotic, right?’ 

‘yes. but i am not.’ 

‘That sounds like something a crazy person who got my number from a third party would say. Especially after I blocked you six times.’ 

‘it was three and you didn’t understand my intentions but okay. you have a fair point and i extend the olive branch of brett. he gave me your number and he knows me pretty well.’ 

Brett? Easy enough, he nods his head towards him and slides his phone across the table. “Explain.” His friend scrolls through the thread, a trustworthy smile spreads. “Yeah, I gave her your number.” Her. Okay, it’s something. “Who is she?” Brett shrugs, “you know her. She’s kind of a firecracker, you just make her nervous.” 

“That gives me nothing, Brett.” His friend blinks, “she’s not crazy. She likes you a lot for whatever fucking reason and has no idea how to approach you.” Peter’s letting his words soak in, “don’t believe me? Ask her about the grilled cheese, and make sure you tell her that I told you about how she went on for five fucking minutes about the grilled cheese.” 

“What grilled cheese?” Brett slides Peter’s phone back, he’s telling him to ask you. Something tells Peter it’s enough to embarrass, or it might be Brett being the ultimate wingman.

‘I’ve been told to ask you about the grilled cheese.’ 

‘oh god. there is no need to ask about the grilled cheese, did brett tell you about the grilled cheese?’ 

‘He told me to ask you. And to specify that you went on for five minutes about it.’ 

‘five is excessive, it was more like three. second, there is nothing to speak about.’ 

‘I would like to hear about it.’ 

‘i’d prefer if you didn’t.’ 

‘But you’ll do it for me?’ 

‘i’m weak for you and you know it. it’s sicking, parker.’ 

‘i heard you talking about making one in class and you said something about the crust and i really fucking love grilled cheese’s so i had a trip to fantasy land where you made me one and how it’s probably the best thing i’ll never get to taste.’ 

‘Wow. Five whole minutes on that?’ Peter won’t admit it made him feel a little warm on the inside, the most mundane of things to have someone so squirrely makes him feel unworthy. 

‘three.’ 

‘Tell me who you are and I’ll make you a grilled cheese.’ 

‘you have no idea how much that almost worked.’ 

‘What’s the plan then, master manipulator?’ 

‘i don’t know yet. i’m hoping you show me how smart you are and figure me out, then you can do all the hard questions.’ 

‘Hard questions?’ 

‘you know, do you wanna go on a date, do you wanna be my girlfriend, do you want to take my hand in marriage and have a summer home in the french alps? that kind of stuff.’ 

‘Totally not psychotic.’ Peter tucks his bottom lip between his teeth to hide the smile that wants to spread. 

‘mostly not.’ 

WEDNESDAY: 13:57

Peter doesn’t know who X is, but they’re clever and have zero effect on his sixth sense. He doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Either way, he’s reading a note scribbled in blue pen and as he studies the words he knows it was rushed. It’s proof that he wasn’t being followed everywhere, instead you saw an empty table and an opportunity. 

‘Peter- 

You use mostly gender neutral pronouns. I think that’s very cool. Is it weird that I notice those things about you? Also- what is it that you’re always drinking from Nuthouse? Asking for a friend… 

Have a good day! 

-Your not so secret admirer, X. 

‘Not so secret,’ Peter isn’t sure about that. You’ve done a good enough job at not trying to be obviously known, he might have looked up your number last night to find dust. One was from an app, but the one you’ve been using is a burner phone. 

What he’s really not understanding is how you’re able to get so close to him without him noticing. You had to have been millimeters away when you rested the letter on his backpack, he was gone for less than two minutes and he had zero awareness. 

Peter folds up the note and sticks it in the same pocket as the other one, his back slung around one shoulder as he moves up the stairs for the library. At the same time, you come down the opposite side, Peter gives a friendly acknowledgement. 

You choke down the lump in your throat. “Hi, Peter.” He’s already past you, it’s echoed behind his shoulder. “Hey.” It’s something. You’re trying, you’re trying to be bold for him. But he’s not going to notice, he’s never going to notice you and if you tell him who you are you’ll never live past his disappointment. 

Your phone vibrates, the other phone. Your heart picks up, Peter texted first. 

 14:02 

‘Dirty chai.’ 

‘best of both worlds. how fitting. you’re such a nonconforming king.’ 

‘I don’t even know what that means.’ 

‘But thank you?’ 

‘you’re welcome!’ 

‘anything fun on the roster today?’ 

‘Roster? Who are you?’ 

‘idk you make me nervous. blame yourself.’ 

‘Well, coach. Nothing fun on the roster, just some math. Wanna swap places with me?’ 

‘gross. i hate math so if you like it that’s good with me. one of us has to be smart and it’s not me.’

‘Smart enough to use a burner phone.’ 

‘oooooh, someone tried to find meeee.’ 

‘Can’t blame a guy for being curious, can you?’ 

‘were you disappointed when you found nothing?’ 

‘A little bit. But, you know, it keeps the imagination alive. A little unfair advantage on your side though, you already know what I look like.’ 

‘if it helps, you already know what i look like too.’ 

‘I do?’ 

‘yeah. we’ve talked before.’ 

‘Wait, so I know who you are?’ Brett said he did but Peter thought he meant you’d be familiar, not that he actually knew you. This just opened the floodgates to a million more possibilities. 

‘not really but yeah i guess. you know i exist but we’re not friends or anything.’ 

‘I’d like to think we’re friends, but okay.’ 

‘not outside the texting.’ 

‘That’s your decision.’ 

‘HATER.’ 

‘Anymore hints?’ 

‘.... no.’ 

‘HATER.’ 

FRIDAY: 12:15

You’re about to spill hot tea everywhere but it’ll be worth it to see his face. You ignore your pounding heart and stand in front of him. He’s got no clue you showed up, zoned out looking at the clock on the wall across from him. 

“Hi, Peter.” 

Full frontal attention, he’s looking at you. He’s perceiving you, he’s smiling at you. “Hi,” your eyes expand, he knows your name and it sounds so nice coming from his mouth. Sure, you’ve chatted with each other- even shared a few highlighters, but nothing serious. You’ve always been too scared to try anything else but maybe your fear has been mistaken for indifference. 

“I um, I lucked out today at Nuthouse so if you like dirty chai’s I got an extra one.” Your knees feel weak at his bright eyes, “my favorite. I’d love one, thank you.” You pass over the paper cup, your fingers brush and you think you’re about to collapse. 

“Yeah,” a weak laugh. “I had a feeling.” Peter tilts his head at you funny, you wonder if you pushed a little too far. “Okay, um, I’m gonna… have a good… lecture.” Peter nods and watches you go two rows up, he’s finally got a gut feeling. And it tells him to keep an eye out for you. 

TUESDAY: 12:10

Not that Peter was reliant on your attention, he was used to it. So when the texts stopped for three days and he was unable to find any letters he assumed you had lost interest and moved on. That felt fair to him, no harm no foul, at least he never really got to know you. 

Nevermind, there’s a folded notebook page on his miniature desk and his heart speeds up. His next task, put eyes on you. Bottom level, book and pencil in hand. He makes sure to note it’s a pencil and not the green ink that’s spread across the page. 

Peter thinks it’s a mind game, you were smart enough to know he’d look. Unless he was totally wrong on his guess. 

‘Peter- 

I ran out of minutes on my phone and I’m having a broke college kid moment. However, a friend took pity and donated a twenty to the campaign. I hope you’ve been good- I’ve missed talking to you. 

- Your not so secret admirer, X’ 

ps. stop keeping your backpack so close to you.’

It wasn’t anything personal, you just ran out of minutes. Peter smiles so wide he has to drop it, he almost clutches the paper to his chest in a thank you. Eyeing his backpack, he nudges it a little further behind him, following instruction. He’s kept it close in hopes to catch you, but instead he’s pushing you away. 

Peter’s committing the writing to memory as if he’s going to find you by the handwriting alone. A quick glance at footsteps, you’re three steps away when you smile. “Hi, Peter.” He nods, “hey.” You pause for a moment, mind racing for words. 

“Did you, um- did you do anything fun this weekend?” You’re about to crawl into a hole and die, it takes a moment to click that you were speaking to him. He went as far to look behind himself, then he spewed the answer to try and make up for the lost time. 

“Oh, uh not really. My aunt got a new bed so I had to lug the old one down seven flights of stairs.” Your eyes widen, you feel your mouth go dry and your tongue go thick. “By yourself?” Peter crosses his arms over his chest, a boyish grin swept over and you feel heart eyes form. 

“I’m a good nephew.” You want to pat his head and tell him you’re sure he is, then maybe hold him at gunpoint and tell you more stories about how he’s a perfect humanitarian. But you act like a normal human and smile back, “you sound like it.” 

Peter thanks you and you return to your seat with wobbly knees and a weak stomach, it’s silent torture to tease yourself like this with him. But you can’t help it and it’s only in effort to go after what you want. Even if it blows up when he figures out who you are. 

12:13

‘you’re looking mighty handsome today, mr. parker.’ 

‘I’m wearing a hoodie, but thank you.’ 

‘i said what i said.’ 

Boldly, ‘i see someone had another dirty chai. can’t stay away from them, can you?’ 

Another tick in Peter's stomach, he almost looks behind his shoulder at you, but he doesn’t. ‘It was a generous donation from a classmate.’ 

‘oh? pray tell, peter. pray tell.’ 

‘What? You don’t have a clue about who gave it to me?’ 

You swallow thickly, before you could get something out he sent another message. ‘No chance you didn’t see it go down?’ 

‘how could i? I was still on my way.’ 

‘... or was i?’ 

‘Tell you what, X. It one of the best teas I’ve had in a while.’ 

And you’d be damned if that didn’t make your entire chest flutter. 

FRIDAY: 15:29

“Here,” Peter’s hand clasped over the paper slapped into his chest. A hint of a syllable, Brett cuts himself off. “She asked me to give this to you.” Peter quickly read it and stared down before confiding in his friend for a second. 

‘Peter- 

Roses are red, violets are blue, all that I think about is you. 

It’s sweet in a cringy way, right? Boo on you for skipping class today, if you want, I could get you some notes. 

I hope I’ll see you Tuesday. 

-Your (really) not so secret admirer, X

ps. A pen exploded in my pocket. 10/10 chance my thigh will be stained.’

“I think I might know who it is.” 

“Uh, huh.” 

“But, she’s way out of my league.” 

“Correct.” 

Peter raised his eyebrows, “so it’s her?” He clarified with your name, Brett shrugged back. 

“I won’t be confirming or denying.” Peter knows what that means, “the lack of a no usually means yes.” 

“Bro,” Peter starts sputtering, “oh, c’mon! You know what I meant, I just meant that, I just- c’mon, Brett. Is it her?” 

“I have no idea who that is.” Peter wants to call bullshit, he has a gut feeling and he swears it’s you. You’re right, it’s not so secret. In fact, you’re painfully obvious. 

FRIDAY: 23:14 

‘you are soooooooo cute’ 

‘like your hair is so cute’ 

‘i looooove curly hair on guys and you have that!!!!!!!!!’ 

‘and you’re really funny cause like it’s so quick and witty like you have such good one liners’ 

‘also you’re really fucking hot and i KNOW you’re hiding something under those fucking sweaters and the second i see skin i WILL go feral.’ 

‘Something tells me you’re at the Kappa party.’ Peter’s pretending he doesn’t have a searing blush. If he’s got an inkling this could be you… then he might have proof for the non-believers that god exists. 

‘yes!!! are you here?? i should come see you.’ 

‘I hate to disappoint you, but I’m currently at a friend's house playing a Mario Kart drinking game.’ 

“But it’s nice to know that you’d give me your identity that quick.’ 

‘oh i can tell you who i am.’ Peter frowns at the text, he’s been doing nothing but crave the answer to who’s behind the love letters but it feels wrong. It’s not satisfactory enough for him, it’s also not what you want, you’re just drunk- and Peter’s going out on a limb here- horny. 

‘Save it for later.’ 

‘And maybe drink some water.’ 

‘i’d do anything for you cause you have the world's prettiest brown eyes’

‘Thank you for the compliments.’ 

‘you’re super welcome i try to hold them back because i’m a good girl but you’re just so cute i had to let you know’ 

‘I think you’re going to super regret this in the morning.’ 

‘false. maybe fact idk’

‘i should trust you tho because you’re super smart and you’re a nerd.’ 

‘I fear this is taking a turn for the worse.’ 

‘and that is so fucking HOT’

‘Oh. Back to compliments. Thank you.’ 

‘if you were here i’d give you a kiss’

‘IGNORE THAT!!!!’

‘I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT!!!! IGNORE IT’ 

‘Not ignored. How cute.’ 

‘screaming crying throwing up’ 

‘i really didn’t mean to send that it was a joke ha ha funny.’ 

‘Idk, sounded authentic to me.’ 

‘peter?’ 

‘Yeah?’ 

‘i’m a little drunk rn. and you should know how cute you are.’ 

‘Oh, I’m talking about record breaking levels of regret. This is amazing.’ 

‘i have to pee but i do not reget this!!!!!!’ 

SATURDAY: 09:54

‘i stand by my claim and do not regret a thing.’ 

‘correction. i regret this hangover and the way my previous texts are not very cool girl of me.’ 

‘but i would like to know if you won mario last night.’

‘also, who’s ur fav character?’ 

11:12

1. Proud of you for owning it, that’s very cool girl of you. 

2. I did not win. 

3. Petey Piranha. 

‘who tf is petey piranha.’

‘Mario Kart Sunshine. Came out in 2002. (Originally on GameCube but recently released on switch.) (Hell yeah.)’ 

Your heart thumps, he’s such a nerd and you wanna kiss the air out of his lungs. ‘out of all the characters and u choose him. why petey piranha’ 

‘One guess.’ 

‘PETEY PIRANHA.’ 

‘OH MY GOD.’ 

‘you’re petey piranha <333’ 

Peter fights a grin, ‘I am.’ 

‘you’re so cute. i love that.’ 

‘Personally, in the past 24 hours I don’t think I’ve heard enough about how cute I am.’

‘you’re insufferable and it’s sexy.’ 

‘Oo, new one to the mix. You’re making me blush.’ You really are. He’s never been considered sexy before and it feels really nice. 

‘and i bet you look super cute.’ 

‘Super true.’ 

TUESDAY: 12:34

‘white t shirt white t shirt white t shirt WHITE T SHIRT.’ 

‘You like?’ 

‘i’m about to cry i’m biting my fist so fucking hard.’ 

‘:)’ 

‘you’re so ubuibabeyia.’ 

‘Bless you.’ 

‘?’ 

‘Sorry, I assumed you sneezed.’ Peter never whipped his head around so fast at an audible laugh behind him. It was short, it had escaped without being thought about. He’s looking for you, but it doesn’t seem like it was you who laughed. You’re engrossed in chatting to your neighbor. 

On the other hand, you almost blew it by clasping your hands over your mouth. Instead you looked next to you and said, directly and with a burning gaze, “I need you to pretend we’ve been talking this whole time.” 

‘Someone’s losing their edge, you’re just begging to be caught.’ 

‘oh, i’m begging all right.’ 

‘can you hear me whimpering too?’ 

‘Easy, killer. Let’s not start sexting at noon on a Tuesday.’ 

‘are you saying there is a time for it?’ 

‘Give me a little wave and we’ll see.’ 

‘too late, i’m passed out on the floor. the only thing that can resuscitate me are those thick arms wrapped around me.’ 

‘Let these strong arms sweep you off your feet, all you gotta do is come talk to me after lecture…’ 

Peter says that, but he doesn’t mean it. He’ll definitely eat his words when he sees it’s you, then he’d be coming up with a thousand ways to back out of it. He’s so much more than you deserve, you feel so safe behind a keyboard but in person you can barely say a sentence. 

It’s stupid and a little humbling because you’ve never felt this way about a guy before. 

‘trust me, i’m better in your imagination.’ 

WEDNESDAY: 14:22

‘Peter- 

You know a little about a lot and I think that is one of my favorite things about you. Or maybe it’s your voice. I could listen to you talk forever. 

-Your not so secret admirer, X’ 

A note under his textbook, if he follows his hunch then he’d be looking for… you. Conveniently three tables away and to the right of his own, you’re not looking for his reaction, you’ve got your focus on your own textbook but he swears you’re retaining none of it. It’s a distraction, or maybe it’s a diversion. 

Peter doesn’t mind. He’s going to wait. He has all the time in the world today and he’s going to sit here with his eyes on you until you look up at him because he knows you’re going to and once you do, he’s going to have his answer. 

If he’s right, and he swears he is, he’s going to absolutely lose is shit because what do you mean you like him and are intimidated? You boldly lied when you said you were punching above your weight class. Does it make him a jerk to say he wasn’t even thinking of you as a suitor and maybe a girl with a much more average look?

 Peter counted to sixty twice, you glance up, eyes shooting to the note you left on the table. The next stop, Peter’s face. And oh, you were not prepared to have him looking right back. Panic, you shoot a wave, a desperate attempt to pretend you’re seeing a familiar face. 

Peter waves back but he looks much more satisfied than you did, you wonder if the jig is up. Did he crack the code? Was he just trying to find a friendly way to let you down? Deny til death, he has no proof it’s you. You pack your things up, a hurried scramble before you could lose your cool. 

On the way out you almost stop breathing, your forearm caught in Peter’s hand. You’re staring down at it, he’s not removing it. It burns in the best way. “Hey,” you wait, you can’t stop looking at his hand, the muscle, the subtle flex, his fingertips paler to show his grip. “Hi, Peter.” 

It’s breathless, you think you’re about to die. If he asks, you don’t know how you’ll lie your way out. 

Guess who’s got a stained pocket? The corner edge darkened with black ink that would never be washed out. Peter has his answer. You’re her. You’re X. “Thanks again for the tea.” 

 Maybe you wanted more, you feel a bit deflated when it’s all you receive.

“You’re welcome.” Your arm feels cold when he drops his touch, you linger for a second too long, you’re not sure when you’ll be this brave again. It was too much of a close call. “I hope the rest of your day is good.” 

Peter’s got a charismatic grin, he feels settled now that he knows you’re the anonymous lover in his life. Even more so when you find yourself shy and reserved in person, it almost makes him giggle to think of the stark changes in confidence.

“You too.” Your body engulfs into flames when your arm is caught again, you’re struggling to keep calm at his boyish smile. “Quick question,” you nod slightly, trying to show zero paranoia for the following words. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Short circuiting. You see black spots, you think you’re about to pass out. There is only one thing that means, no guy asks that if they weren’t interested in changing that, right? 

“No.” It’s anything but graceful. It sounds like you’ve never had a boyfriend before. It makes you sound like you’re scared he asked it. 

But, Peter doesn’t take it like that. He smiles wider, like he already knew the answer before he asked it.

THURSDAY: 16:37

A new letter, stuffed under the top handle of his backpack. Peter listened and stopped setting it next to him, in return he was rewarded. He can’t stop the small smile, you make it involuntary at this point. Peter’s never felt so special in his life, a little part of him wants this to never end. But he’d much rather look you in the eyes. 

‘Peter- 

I had a dream with you in it last night. Don’t worry, you had your clothes on. I’m not sure what we were doing but you were across from me at a diner and we were sitting in those super thick booths and our friends were there. 

I don’t know who these friends were, and I don’t think you do either. But I knew them as our friends. 

It felt really nice. I’m happy to know you, even if I just get this little piece. 

-Your not so secret admirer, X’

Peter’s been wrong a lot in his life but this time he really thinks he has it figured out. He’s much more bold now, this letter tells him it’s not infatuation, it’s love. 

You love him and he thinks he could love you too. 

FRIDAY: 20:08

‘Hey.’ Peter could be making the worst decision of his life here, he could be reading everything wrong and ruining this for himself. 

‘hi peter!’ But he really thinks he’s got it right.  

‘I really, really liked talking to you for the past few weeks but I think I should tell you that I like someone else.’ 

Gut wrenching despair. You knew it was too good to last, you knew he’d find someone more in his league. Someone who’d be willing to show him their face. There was no reason to respond because what would you say to that? 

‘thank you for letting me know that opening up to you was all for nothing!’ 

‘thanks for making me doubt love!’ 

‘hope you and her are so fucking happy together!!!!!’ 

Fuck it all and fuck Peter. He just liked the attention until it came from somewhere else. You don’t think you like him all that much anymore. You think you’re lying, too. Before you can give into the desire of hurting him just as bad, you calmly turn the phone off and stuff it in the back of a desk drawer to never be uncovered again. 

You slowly sit in bed and tug the blankets over your head. And only then, do you allow yourself to sob. 

Peter chewed on his bottom lip and waited an hour with constant phone checks before he realized a response was never coming. It really set in during the weekend but even further when he got no note or letter on monday. Not even when he left his backpack unattended for five minutes. 

TUESDAY -he was able to see you and how you avoided his eyes. How you pretended you didn’t see him send a small wave. How you had pulled back from him. 

And if he hadn’t hurt your feelings, or X’s feelings, why would you do that? 

You look up at a two fingered knock at the corner of your desk. “Hi.” You blink and ignore the white noise buzzing in your ears at the sight of Peter standing in front of you. “Hi, Peter.” 

“How was your weekend?” Bitter. Terrible. Lonely.

“Fine. Nothing exciting.” Besides you breaking my heart. 

Watching his fingertips dance on the edge of the plastic, you feel everything in you brighten. “You look sad.” There’s a burn in your stomach, he’s the reason for both the sting and the sadness. 

“Do you need something? Or are you just doing a friendly check in?” Peter bites back the grin when you snap at him, he’s so, so, so right and it feels so, so, so good. “Neither. I’m just confirming my suspicions.” 

“Suspicions?” 

“Yeah. You passed.” Your eyebrows furrow, before you could try to question further Peter was giving half a wave, saying bye, and skipping a step to his aisle. 

FRIDAY: 12:08

You stop breathing for a solid second before feeling your brain spark back to life. It could be anything, it could be from anyone, but you know there’s only one person who would’ve left a note on your desk. 

Your fingers slightly shake when you unfold the graph paper, little squares bled through with black sharpie. 

‘X-

Am I right?

Hopefully, 

-  Peter’ 

You can’t breathe, you can’t talk, you can’t move and you definitely can fucking not look at him. No, no, no. You can feel his eyes on you, you know he’s watching for your reaction. Peter figured you out and had his own fun along the way. 

You were the girl he liked. Oh, wow. Is this how special you’ve made him feel? Something just for your eyes, from him. A secret you both shared between lines. 

You spin and swear you can feel his gaze running over your back, he’s aching for the answer. You almost scream at a tap on your shoulder, a peek lets you know it’s the person you’re hiding from. 

Another note, folded up just like the other one. It’s pushed into your hand, Peter doesn’t say a word, he just offers and leaves. He’s not watching this time, he’s sitting and focused on the front, you feel air leak back into your lungs. 

Full on panic shaking, you’re so happy he’s not watching. 

Your name is addressed on the front, just like you do for him. 

‘I like you. 

I think you not so secretly like me too. 

We could talk more about it at dinner tonight. Will you let me take you out?

Circle yes or no. 

- Peter.

PS. XOXOXO now you’re responsible for mine, too.�� 

[sreppub]

my barbies must have really been put through it if these are the mind games i like to play….

superwoman is under the impression batman did not completely misinterpret her love confession as a friendship thing so she thinks they’re dating and batman is just shy about pda. meanwhile bruce has no fucking clue and also just got confirmation he has no chance with that cute reporter.

my stomach hurts thinking about the reveal. im not ready for that confrontation lmfao

[avocado-writing]

The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They don’t have a clue that he’s Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes “He looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?”

Wade totally forgot that he’s retired from Deadpool cause he’s in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. 👀

Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.

You’re probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows he’s punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes. 

At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. It’s so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan. 

You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence. 

“I like you, Wade. You’re nice,” you sigh, in a way which suggests you don’t often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. He’s never letting you go. 

Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. It’s a… refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like he’s too much. 

He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin. 

“Oh, Deadpool fan?” he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered. 

“I mean… yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kind’ve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, what’s not to love?” you pause for a second. “He reminds me of you actually.”

Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.

“What? No. That’s crazy!”

You throw him a side-eye but don’t comment further. 

He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he can’t hide his wandering eyes. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

“Nothing. Just didn’t realise they made those.” He didn’t get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it.  

“Oh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? It’s impossible not to. They’re everywhere and they’re hot!”

He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didn’t get that much. Mostly he was referred to as “god’s curse to crimefighting”. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are… interesting. 

“I… think Deadpool is hot, too,” Wade blurts out when he realises he’s been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds. 

“Oh,” you reply, settling down a little when it turns out he’s in agreement with you. “Well, cool! Glad we can agree.”

Phew. Got outta that one, then. 

He really doesn’t think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed. 

“Wade, can I ask something kinda kinky?”

Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses. 

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely, sweet cheeks. I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“How do you feel about roleplay?”

He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.

“Oh, you’ve been keeping that under your hat!” he laughs, “But, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? I’m down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.”

You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on. 

“Oh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, don’t you?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! It’s just, you said you thought he was sexy… so I wondered…”

He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips. 

“Baby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and I’ll give you the best night of in-character boning that’s ever been known to man.”

You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, he’s kinda excited himself. 

Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When he’s done this in the past it’s in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll make you so happy, too.

You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong. 

“WHAT THE FUCK—!”

Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace. 

“Baby! Babe, it’s just me!”

You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself. 

“Holy shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think you’re…”

You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah! See, I told you I’d sort it.”

Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look. 

“This is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?”

“Peter,” he says quickly. This isn’t a lie. He did get it from Peter… Peter’s locker anyway. You look confused. 

“Our coworker Peter?” When Wade nods you furrow your brow. “He… he hasn’t fucked in this suit, has he?”

“No!” says Wade with far too much force. Actually he can’t prove that. Now it’s an image he can’t shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood. 

He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal. 

“Oh my god…”

“It’s blunt! Well. It’s sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which I’ve been rocking a semi all day from imagining…”

From the smile which takes up your face, he knows he’s done right. 

Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. It’s filthy. It’s fantastic. 

But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels… conflicted. It isn’t that he’s lying to you, exactly, but it feels like he’s keeping a pretty fucking big secret. 

If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isn’t always pretty.

As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair. 

It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. He’s never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again. 

…right?

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two

“I’m really sorry,” Steve is saying before Eddie has the door fully open, but it makes Eddie smile. It feels like Steve has started saying ‘I’m sorry,’ instead of ‘hello’ as a matter of course.

It’s Sunday afternoon though, and Eddie isn’t cooking anything and Steve isn’t holding an empty plate, so Eddie has no clue what Steve could be sorry for this time.

“Could you come and help me with something? It’ll just take two moments.”

“Sure thing,” Eddie agrees easily, slipping on his adventure crocs and following Steve down the hall.

Eddie follows Steve into and then through his apartment into the small bedroom. It’s a two bed apartment, the same as Eddie’s. Eddie uses his spare room to store his guitars. He has a desk in there too; a place to write and paint his miniatures and do guitar maintenance.

It’s a nursery. It’s cute, animal themed. The ceiling is painted powder blue, which drops down onto the walls about a foot before ending in a neatly done scalloped edge. The walls are white, but have cloud shapes printed on them in the same blue. There are random tufts of painted grass popping up from the floor; some with flowers. The rocker and the other furniture, including crib and chest of drawers, are all painted the same green, and the blinds are green jungle, with elephants and big cats and monkeys hiding amongst the leaves. A lot of the soft things are yellow and white, and Eddie has not a fucking clue as to the sex of Steve’s pup, so he asks as much.

Steve smiles, “I don’t know. I didn’t want to know. I like surprises.”

“Huh. Well. I’m always the one shaking the gifts at Christmas, but I do love a surprise too. What did you need?”

“We have the fixings for the mobile there ready, but I clean forgot about it until now, and I’m too big to stretch up there. Didn’t do it at the time because we were moving furniture and I was frightened I’d break it.”

“Okay sure,” Eddie takes the dangly parts of the mobile; cute little moons and stars and sun shapes, and fixes it to the bit already attached to the ceiling. It’s nice, and easy to figure out, but it does hang low so he gets what Steve means.

He also sees why Steve can’t reach; he seems to have suddenly gotten even bigger over the last week, and he's also only been wearing these sort of loose shift dresses, like a blouse, a button up, and a tent had a horrendous love child.

He looks gorgeous though. Eddie always thought pregnancy must be pretty fucking miserable; your body betraying you almost. Needing to pee all the time, unreasonable hormones. Cravings. Morning sickness. Odd shit happening all over the place. Eddie always figured telling pregnant people that they’re ‘glowing’ was just a nice thing people said to make them feel better during what must be a pretty shitty nine months.

Not with Steve though. Steve’s actually glowing. Not like literally glowing but...he’s beautiful, and Eddie suddenly understands what all the fuss is about.

Steve clears his throat. Right. Right okay, Eddie’s creepy staring, “so I was going to make chicken parm again tonight, since I know you like it and it’s been a bit...do you maybe want to get out the apartment and come to another, slightly different, apartment?”

Steve laughs a little, looking at where his hands cradle his bump, before looking back up, cheeks pink, “I think I’d like that.”

Eddie’s laid the table as nice as he can. He snagged a little bunch of daisy looking things out of the garden and shoved them in a mug, just because he remembered Steve’s little daffodil.

He doesn’t own place mats, but he does dig out a table cloth he usually only uses for games night; it’s black, but it’s clean.

Steve settles himself at the table and Eddie goes and gets dinner, he can’t help but notice Steve shift in his seat, wincing.

“You okay?”

Steve hums, “been getting funny back pain, but it’s all normal. Could be anything really, just the weight of the baby, or maybe they are leaning on my sciatic nerve. It’s all fine. Nearly done now.”

Steve takes the first bite of his dinner and hums appreciatively. It makes Eddie warm inside, a little tickle of his brain releasing happy chemicals. Omega is being fed. Omega is safe and happy.

Eddie tells it to fuck off.

“So you’re due soon?” Which feels like he;s stating the obvious, Steve is the size of a tiny moon.

“Tomorrow.”

Eddie makes a noise, startled, then nearly chokes on a string of spaghetti, “excuse me,” he manages to get out, before drinking half his water, Steve looking half concerned and more than a little amused from the other side of the table. “Tomorrow?” Eddie asks weakly.

Steve nods, chewing and swallowing before he answers, “the due date is tomorrow, but it’s the norm really for first pups to go over that, even more normal with male Omega, don’t worry, it’s fine. Although it should be soon, I passed the mucus plug yesterday.”

Eddie nearly chokes again, “the what?” he tries his best not to sound too horrified.

“Oh. Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about the uhm, the kind of gross stuff.”

“No, no, of course it’s fine what is...uhm...that?” And Eddie is fully prepared to regret acquiring this cursed knowledge. He doesn’t even know what it is and he’s already eyeing his spaghetti sauce dubiously. For Steve though...he will learn about the gross stuff.

“Oh, well, when you’re pregnant you get sort of this...lump of...gacky stuff and blood. You don’t have periods when you’re pregnant usually, so it kind of protects everything from infection getting in and stuff like that.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out, blowing up his bangs, and makes himself eat his dinner normally, “fair enough, but that means you’re...kinda’ close?”

“Well, kinda’. Robin’s spending this morning with her girlfriend and then this afternoon sorting her place out. She’ll be over later, she’s moving in until the pups a week old or so, just make sure I’m okay.”

“She’s...a really good friend, right?” It warms Eddie to know Steve has someone like that in his life.

“Yeah...she’s been there with me through everything. Every appointment, all the classes, everything. Even when I decided I wanted to do this it was...it was right after yet another crappy breakup, you know. She could have said all the sensible things about maybe it's not the right time yet, or that I should...think about it. You know, all that things that would have been totally reasonable for her to say but I'd just...I’d just had enough of waiting and she said she’d support me whatever, and that was that. She’s the best.”

Steve shifts again, putting down his cutlery to try and stretch his back out, hissing with pain, “you sure you’re okay?” Eddie asks, concerned.

“Yeah, fine I think,” Steve bends forward then, gripping the edge of the table and breathing out harshly through his nose, “oh that felt weird.”

Eddie’s up and coming around the table before he can stop himself, hovering his hands, not sure if it’s okay to touch, “Steve?”

“I...oh. Oh gosh I’m so sorry Eddie,” Steve stands cautiously revealing a very clear wet patch on the seat.

“I...that’s fine,” Eddie squeaks out, “are you...is this. Is that…?”

“Yeah, pretty sure my water just broke. And I really wanted that chicken parm,” Steve sighs.

“I can make it again,” Eddie says reflexively, “kind of feel like there’s bigger things to think about what should- like can I help? What do we do?”

Eddie finds himself, very strangely, not panicking. Like, well, maybe a little, but not an uncontrollable amount. Which now he’s here that’s a really nice surprise.

“I’ll just call Robbie, and then will you walk me home?”

And Eddie had maybe had inappropriate thoughts about walking Steve home so he could steal a kiss, not whatever this is. But. Still. “Of course.”

Steve smiles at him with his phone next to his ear, “it’s go time Birdie. Oh, what was I supposed to say? Code red? The eagle is...leaving? I can’t remember, you couldn’t make your mind up about the-” Steve hisses, bending to lean on the table, “yep, yep, see you soon.”

Steve hangs up, telling Eddie she’s on her way as they walk down the hall, dinner abandoned on the table. Steve chooses to stand, walking little laps back and forth along the back of the couch, “is there anything I can do?”

“My bag and car seat are in the nursery, if you don’t mind grabbing those?” Eddie does, putting Steve’s things right by the door, “oh, and a towel, from the bathroom? I don’t want to make a mess in Rob’s car.”

“Sure thing,” Eddie grabs a bath towel from there, and puts it on top, just as Steve’s phone starts ringing.

Eddie can practically feel it when Steve tenses up, his scent turning bitter with distress. Despite what’s going on, Steve’s scent hadn’t changed at all until now, “your car won’t start?”

He sounds terrified.

“I. Yeah. Okay. I can wait I’ll- okay.”

“Okay?” Steve shakes his head, eyes suddenly wet, he looks like he’s biting back tears and Eddie can’t stop himself from going to him.

“She’s got to wait for Chrissy to get to her place and pick her up, then they’ll come over,” Eddie has to make this better. He has to.

“Okay, how about this, me and you go now, I’ll take you, and they can meet you there? That’ll make it faster right?”

“I mean, I’m not...I mean labor can take hours and hours, I’m being silly I just- Eddie I’m a bit scared. She was supposed to be here, it’s a bit too soon.”

They end up holding hands, which Eddie’s kind of thrilled about even if Steve is squeezing the life out of him, “would you feel better if you were waiting at the hospital?”

Steve bites his lip, clearly torn, “are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’ll get my keys.”

Part Four

[solbaby7]

Stuck Like Glue

rhysand x clingy!reader

warnings: light bullying, maybe some swearing

summary: You’re a little clingy and your High Lord never seems to mind but—maybe his friends do

clearing out my drafts, so don’t judge if it’s a lil short

—

It seemed harmless enough, hanging off of Rhysand’s shoulder or scuffling your way into his lap when the festivities had gotten entirely too much for you to endure on your own. His hand curls easily around your waist, fingers tapping at your thighs when you start pressing kisses down his neck in the middle of a conversation with one of the other High Lords.

Boredom quickly grew, excusing yourself with a kiss on Rhysand’s chest to go grab a drink. There’s more options to choose from than you can comprehend, drinks filled with hand tied tea bags or fresh fruit. You settle on something gentle, like tea with honey and you have full intentions to rush back to your High Lord, a smile in place and a few pastries in tow but the group he was speaking to before has huddled in closer, voices more hushed. “—just saying, Rhys. I don’t have a clue how you deal with her hanging off of you all the time.”

That was Cassian—cadence unmistakable even with all the overlapping voices in the crowd. Your smile falters, steps slowing as more of them pitch in, clapping sympathetic hands to Rhys’ shoulder and mumbling out different variations of how bad they felt for him. You say nothing, lemon tart shaking in your grasp and tears swell in your waterline as you wait for Rhysand to speak up—to tell them at they were stupid and wrong and had not the slightest fucking clue they were talking about.

But that never happens.

“She’s just a little attached—it’s cute.”

Attached.

You swallow the lump in your throat and enter again, a faux smile plastered in when you make a point to sit on the couch and not Rhysand’s lap. You refrain from reaching out to play with his fingers or trace the inky lines of his tattoos. There’s no spare kisses, no sweet words whispered for just the High Lord to hear, no fingers sneaking up to play in his hair or manicured nails scratching gentle patterns at the nape of his neck.

Just your hands in your lap, clutching that now half-cold cup of tea from before. “Baby, come sit over here.” Rhysand softly whispers, a hand already wrapping around your back to help move you but you stop him, head shaking in defiance as you slide just a little further away from him.

“That’s okay, there’s people around.”

“When has that ever stopped you before?”

He says it playfully but the smile you give back doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’m okay, Rhys. Thank you.”

His brows furrow, confusion evident but he doesn’t fight you on it.

He does, however, notice the way you pull your hand away whenever he reached for yours and halfway through a conversation with some male Rhysand had apparently known since he was younger; he tries to kiss you. Just a quick peck but you only offer your cheek instead. His frown deepens, eyes barely tearing away from you to finish what they were talking about because your distance is unmistakable.

There’s no fingers toying with the crisp lines of his dress pants. No hair tickling at the side of his neck or legs wrapped around his waist and the absence makes his jaw clench.

Rhysand’s friends leave for only a second, making promises to return with more drinks and that they hoped the Lord of Darkness could still keep up and he chuckles back some half-assed comment before fully turning to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m having a great time.”

“You haven’t kissed me in hours.” It comes out like that’s the only fact he needed to make his point.

And to appease him now that no one was around, you lean forward and press a kiss to his mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be too much with your friends around.”

His brows raise again; that’s the second time now you’d said something along those lines. “Don’t worry about them—they’re just jealous anyway.”

You scoff like it’s an insult, quick to set the teacup down before you did something stupid like throw it. “Yeah, whatever.”

Rhysand forced you to meet his eye, a finger curled under your chin and you could feel the caress of his talons prodding at your mental barriers. “Show me what’s wrong.”

Your mouth opens to confess but out the corner of your eye you can see the guys returning, each holding their own bottle of whatever expensive liquor was left on display by the refreshment stands and your mouth shuts just as quickly. “There’s nothing wrong."

He doesn’t accept it, politely pulling you away from prying eyes. “Tell me, right now.”

A huffy sigh emits, shoulders slumping and tears well in your eyes. “I just want to have a good night without anyone thinking I’m too attached to you.”

His shoulders square out at the venom laced in the word and the previous conversation had between friends seemed to backfire. “Oh,” Guilty fingers trace warm cheeks, grazing over a wobbly chin and Rhys is crooning out apologies; promises that it wasn’t true—that he’d said whatever to get them off his back. “I didn’t mean it. I love when you’re all over me,” The truth in the words is undeniable and while you’d like to be mad, you really had missed the feel of him; his warmth and the grabby hands that always pulled you in closer.

“But, Cass said—“

“Cass is drunk and not getting any.” Rhys pulls you in closer, fingers raking through your hair while the other hand grips your hips just enough to push them flush with his own. The music thuds loudly, vibrating the floors and rattling the very blood in your body but everyone else seems to be having so much fun—laughing loudly and leaning into the other without the worry of being too much, too overbearing, too clingy or needy.

“But—“

“Don’t listen to him.” Pure affection sweetens his tone, love twinkling into amethyst irises when taking in every dip and curve of your features. “You’re perfect, just as you are.”

[divinesolas]

Not a one time thing

r.q: being friends with benefits, with jace where you both end up drunk at a party and end up having sx and the next day you guys laugh it off and forget abt it. but jace starts to crave you more and first you’re hesitant about it, but then you guys agree on friends with benefits. now you guys js randomly whenever you’re stressed or in the mood and calling eachother in the middle of the night. jace starts to catch feelings and like fights the urge to say ily while they’re doing it. and then they js like end up together idk. but you’re like my fav jace writer rn

w.c: 1k

c.w: slight nsfw, sweet jace, mutual pining, fwb to lovers, cute little drabble, not proofread, written with f!reader in mind but is basically gn!reader

You thought your slip up with Jace would be a one time thing, that after the two of you walk out of the party laughing about it that that would be it. Yet not even two nights later you’re staring down at a “are you up?” text from him. You don’t answer him, texting him back in the morning and saying you had been asleep and asking him what he needed, he had said it was nothing and he ‘figured it out’ but that just left you way too curious.

Yet when he shows up at your house at two am with his puppy dog eyes and a rock between his legs you let him push you on the couch and let him have you once again. When you wake up and he’s making breakfast in your kitchen shirtless you decide to lay down some ground rules to quell the pounding of your heart.

Strictly friends with benefits. No feelings attached. exclusively one another, definitely a rule in place just to avoid stds, no other reason. Arrangement must be broken off is one of you begins to like someone else.

Sounds easy enough. Its a good stress reliever for you, whenever you have a test or your studying is not going as well as expected you give him a ring and he’s quick to show up to take your mind off of it and you do the same for him. It works well, at least for you, but Jace seems to be struggling a lot more then you are.

You can’t tell he is of course. He is good at hiding it, but it begins to grow more and more daunting as he’s thrusting into you, staring at your with heart eyes that you can’t see since your eyes are closed, his thumb rubs affectionally on your jaw as he watches you climax, it’s gotten to the point he has no care for his own pleasure, he gets his fill from watching your eyes rolls in the back of your head.

Four times. It was a new record for him. Four times he almost told you that he loved you. He watches you as you scroll through your phone, oblivious to the internal battle he’s having. You are so beautiful. You haven’t even bothered to put back on any of your clothes, he admires you fully, he had no clue how long he was until you look at him with a raised brow, “You like what you see big guy?”

He loves you.

He simply reaches over and places a kiss on your lips before he lays back down. “What’s that for?” Because i love you. “To shut you up.” You roll your eyes and smack him on the chest. “Says you while staring at my bare chest you perv.”

He thinks he can keep it in for awhile, let his feelings pass. Yet he ends up blowing up. You have been spending a lot more time with cregan. Cregan fucking stark his best friend yet he has never wanted to murder a man more. Why are you walking around and smiling with him? Why did you fucking bail on him one night to hang out with cregan?

“Is this over?”

You turn to him confused, setting down the pizza you had ordered for the two of you down on the table and shake your head, “What are you talking about?”

His posture is rigid, he’s fiddling around with his fingers, he would normally be shirtless but you take notice of the fact he’s wearing a plain white shirt. “Are we over?”

“No? Why would,” You attempt to put it in the words, we seems to intimate despite the fact that's how he worded it, “our arrangement,, end? You like someone?”

“What about cregan? You like him don’t you?” You tilt your head at him and let out a confused laugh. “You mean your best friend cregan? what the fuck are you on about?”

“You said our arrangement ends if one of us starts to like someone else.” “Yes i did, so what you think i like cregan?” “Yes.” This is what breaks you and you laugh, you cover your face in your hands as you turn away and you laugh. “what the are you talking about? No i don’t like cregan. Why would it matter if i did?”

“Because i love you.” You freeze. You turn around quickly to stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“I love you. I don’t want to be some stupid arrangement. I want there to be us, we. Together.”

You gulp, you feel your feelings you’ve kept locked down bubbling up to the surface. You have to be rational, he is clearly not thinking straight you know him. “Jace. This is coming from you being jealous you shouldn’t say stuff like that. Hey ill stop hanging out with cregan without you-”

“No. I’m in love with you. This is not because I’m fucking jealous, sure maybe i am but i am so madly in love with you everyday i have to stop myself from professing my love to you from the highest mountain. If I'm saying this because I'm jealous then why do i feel the urge to tell you i love you while you’re withering underneath me. I love you.”

He had made his way over to you. He stands in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. “If you don’t feel the same we should end this. Never speak again, maybe that would kill me but i can’t just keep ignoring how i feel for you any longer.” He tenses in your silence, “Please answer me.”

“I never wanted to get into this arrangement with you because i knew one day i would crack. I ignored your calls and texts because i was so nervous to begin this dangerous game with you because i am so madly in love with you Jace.”

He rushes to cup your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel him grinning against your lips and he must feel the way you’re smiling back.

“Does boyfriend Jace fuck anything different than friend Jace?”

“You’re about to find out.”

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[luvhiromi]

emo boy! | choso

synopsis: fucking at the back of hot topic. Choso works at hot topic and you and your friends were shopping at the mall. inspired by Ayesha Erotica’s “Emo Boy”. fyi this is not complete yet idk if people are gonna like it so tell me if u want a part 2.

c/w: suggestive content and words, choso calls you sweetheart/sweets, muscle kink if u squint.

pairing: emo!choso x bimbo!reader

You and your friends, Jessica and Sarah, are on a mission to find dresses for your upcoming graduation at the mall. After hours of searching, you’ve diverted your attention to spending all your money on unnecessary cute and pretty clothes, needs for graduation long forgotten. Bags hanging on your forearms, you walk around the mall, giggling and gossiping with your friends. As you head toward the next shop, you spot a cute top in Hot Topic.

“Girlies, do you mind stopping by Hot Topic?” you ask abruptly, eyeing a cute top that would be perfect for the jeans you just bought. “Isn’t that top just the perfect match for my jeans?” you ask, directing your gaze toward the item. Your friends, who were walking, come to a halt and look in the direction you’re staring at.

“Hmmm, that’ll suit you for sure, babe,” Jessica, one of your closest friends, says, agreeing with you and nodding toward the store. “Let’s go inside; Hot Topic does have cute tops.” You and Sarah nod in agreement with Jessica’s suggestion and walk toward Hot Topic.

You go straight for the top you've been eyeing, but can't find your size. Looking around for assistance, you spot a worker helping another customer and approached him. You wait for him to finish before asking him for help.

As you wait, you watch the worker, admiring his striking appearance and build, especially his captivating back muscles. His long black hair is tied in a messy half-up ponytail. He’s using a “My Chemical Romance” merch and black jeans. You catch your breath and instinctively gulp, unable to tear your eyes away from someone so breathtakingly attractive. Biting your lips, you take him in once more, but suddenly he turns his back to you.

“Hi, can I help you find something?” he asked with a small smile on his face. I quickly shift my focus from his build to his face, which has prominent eye bags that make him look quite tired. Despite this, I can't deny that he’s still attractive. If I said he wasn’t hot, than I’d be lying. He raises his eyebrows, looking at you with confusion as to why you’re just standing there without answering.

“Ma’am?” You flinched slightly at his words, finally snapping out of your trance. “Right! Uh, I just need help finding my size.” A light blush creeps onto your cheeks as you realize you’ve been ogling him the whole time. He chuckles lightly at your reaction. “Let me see what we have in the back; I’ll be back shortly, sweetheart.” Your blush deepens at the nickname, seeing your reaction he changed his mind. “How about you come with me so it’s faster, yeah?” he asks, nodding toward the back of the shop.

“Huh? Are you sure I’m allowed?” you ask, confused by his suggestion. “Of course, sweets. It’ll just be a sec,” he replies with a reassuring smile. You nod, and he guides you toward the back. As you look around trying to find your friends, you realize they’re nowhere to be seen. Not letting it bother you, you continue to follow him. He opens the door to the back and motions for you to come inside.

“Um, are you really sure I’m allowed in there?” you ask, still somewhat skeptical. “Oh, sweetheart, you really have no clue?” He chuckles at your reaction when you look at him, puzzled by his words. “I saw you ogling me, so I thought you understood what I meant. Let me rephrase it for you, sweets.”

He leans closer and whispers softly, sending shivers down your spine, “Wanna fuck at the back of Hot Topic?” Your breath catches, and you blush furiously at his words. “What?” you manage to ask. He gently grabs your wrist and guides you toward the storage room.

and… the rest is history :) pt 2? 

a/n: i got this idea yesterday and wrote it today. don't know if u guys like it or not. if someone have made this before lemme know so i can give credits. thank ya!

[f4wning]

imagine a former non-yan yandere.

warnings: kidnapping, stalking, etc

➣ former non-yan!yandere who notices your presence after half a year of not realizing you were in his math class. he didn't even realize you existed before you two were assigned to sit together.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who ignores you. oh, you need help on a problem? that's too bad. he is NOT letting you look at his notes. fuck off. he doesn't care if it's a fucking partner activity. do it yourself.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who realizes the lines between hatred and love have blurred. now he finds your stupidity the slightest bit cute. now he wants to work together with you. now he wants to get rid of anything and anyone that could hurt you. now he wants to kill your stupid fucking friends and kidnap save you and keep you all for himself.

➣ wait what was that last thought?

➣ former non-yan!yandere who genuinely believes this is what love is supposed to feel like. he doesn't know a thing about love; he's never dated, he's had no friends his entire life, and his parents had always been too busy with work to care about him. he doesn't have a clue what love is supposed to feel like, so naturally he just chalks up this obsession to love.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who starts growing more and more enamored with you to the point where you consume all his thoughts.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who eventually starts following you to your house after school. it’s not stalking! his house is just the same way as yours!

➣ former non-yan!yandere who tells himself that if he's just walking the same path, it’s not creepy. he convinces himself that it’s pure coincidence, even if he sometimes takes a longer route just to be near you a little longer.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who finds himself memorizing your schedule, not because he’s obsessed—no, of course not! it’s just because he just wants to know what you’re doing. it’s perfectly normal to know where someone is at all times, right? he just wants to keep you safe!

➣ former non-yan!yandere who slowly starts to get envious of anyone who gets too close to you, even if it’s just one of your classmates asking for help. they don’t see you the way he does. they don’t know what you really need.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who eventually starts taking little trinkets from you that he’s sure you won’t miss. you’re not going to realize your pencil is gone, right? or that one hair clip you wore to school?

➣ former non-yan!yandere who gets this overwhelming urge to be with you and look at you and listen to you all the fucking time. it’s too bad he can’t.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who realizes he needs to look at you all the time, or else he’ll go fucking insane. he starts taking photos of you—just a few at first, but those few quickly grow into hundreds, maybe thousand of photos. he prints them all out and decides to plaster them all over his bedroom walls.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who sits on his bed for hours on end, just staring and staring and staring at the photos of you. he tells himself it’s normal. he’s just admiring how perfect you are!

➣ former non-yan!yandere who starts to become frustrated. the photos aren’t enough. they aren’t really you. they’re just images—they don’t capture the exact way you look, the way you talk, the way you smell, the way you move. he needs you here.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who begins to lose his grip on reality. the line between fantasy and reality becomes thinner and thinner as the days go on. he becomes delusional, starting to believe you and him are already together, that you feel the same way he does, that you love him. of course you love him! why else would you always be in his thoughts?

➣ former non-yan!yandere who grows paranoid that someone might take you away from him. he starts spreading rumors about your friends, telling you how they’re such horrible people. yes, that one friend of yours threatened him to stay away from you! don’t you believe him?

➣ former non-yan!yandere who starts planning out how to finally make you his. it’s not enough to just watch you from a distance. he needs you next to him. he starts looking up various things—how to knock people out, what the strongest type of rope is, what drugs are best to use, the most efficient weapon to kill people with.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who’s conflicted. a small part of him knows this isn’t normal, that something is wrong with the way he feels about you. those doubts drowned out by his love for you, though.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who finally realizes that he’s too far gone. he thought of losing you terrifies him, and that fear only fuels his obsession. he needs to protect you. he needs to make sure no one ever takes you away from him. he needs to save you from everyone else.

➣ former non-yan!yandere who finally acts on his plans, drugging you and tying you up, taking you away from everyone and everything that could ever be a threat to you. it’s all for love, he tells himself. it isn’t kidnapping if he’s protecting you! he just wants to save you. a small part of his brain registers how wrong this is though. it’s so, so wrong.

[dmercer91]

hooked, jh86

in which jack is quite literally sleeping with the enemy.

most of the rangers give me egregious vibes so there are hardly any in here and i used their ig handles for twitter i didn't feel like finding the correct ones - set in 2023-24 season

jackhughes

liked by yourusername, nicohischier and 147,122 others

jackhughes: drives me mad

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yourusername: in ny we hard launch like grownups

→ jackhughes: oh yeah?

→ yourusername: once you fuck this one up i’ll swoop in and prove it to u hughesy ;)

trevorzegras: admitting that you’re easily rizzed is crazy

→ jackhughes: easily 🤨

→ trevorzegras: ‘the hit could’ve been harder maybe she likes me 🤭’

→ user: did she hit him with her car or????

user: hit? as in like hockey hit? y/n??????

→ user: she just threatened to mr steal your girl him tho so idk

yourusername: jhugh big foot guy eh?

→ jackhughes: what the fuck y/n

_quinnhughes: luke?

→ lhughes_06: i can’t even explain without giving myself a migraine

dawson1417: i’m telling nico

→ jackhughes: there’s nothing to tell nico 🤨

→ nicohischier: nico uses context clues to deduce things

elblue6: ❤️

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yourusername

liked by _quinnhughes, jackhughes and 129,483 others

yourusername: van @ nyr except i adopted the sad one

jack was there too, unfortunately

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jackhughes: now what is this

→ yourusername: i’m already planning on adding z to my collection when the ducks are up here

→ trevorzegras: did u just say collection

→ jackhughes: so you wanna be friends with all my friends but i try and be friends w u and i’m gross? ouch

→ yourusername: have u ever considered that you’re my teams rival

→ jackhughes: i’ve considered it and also decided it won’t stop me

→ yourusername: have you considered that you’re icky

→ jackhughes: wtf

_quinnhughes: ankle biter

→ yourusername: it was his shoulder and i can bite him whenever i want

nyrangers: traitor :(

→ yourusername: no admin it’s ok it’s the good hughesy

→ lhughes_06: i’ve done nothing to you

→ yourusername: you get in my way a lot

shesterkinigor: funny

→ yourusername: i try

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njdevils

liked by yourusername, dougieham and 17,444 others

njdevils: we guess this one’s not so bad 😉 @yourusername

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user: this is.. unsettling

user: him patting her after every connection was top tier i need her in a devs jersey

yourusername: don’t let this fool you i still like quinn better

→ jackhughes: will you let me have this one

→ yourusername: you’re lucky i didn’t throw the game just so you’d lose

→ lhughes_06: there’s always next year

nyrangers: we can admit that this one (1) thing is cute

→ yourusername: enemies to lovers??????

→ nyrangers: no, y/n.

→ yourusername: ok attitude

jackhughes: thanks for the passes or whatever @yourusername

→ yourusername: shut up

user: they’re sleeping in the same hotel room??

→ yourusername: no j just commits some light b&e in his free time

→ jackhughes: did you just call me j

→ yourusername: i also called you a felon

→ trevorzegras: i think he’s just gonna look right past that

user: loving the full blown conversations happening in comment sections lately

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yourusername

liked by elblue6, dougieham and 179,537 others

yourusername: ⛽️

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jackhughes: i thought nyers hard launched 🤨

→ yourusername: do you have my notifs on??

→ jackhughes: no comment

user: those are jacks hands

→ user: why do you… know that, even?

user: this is why the nhl is all men lmao they aren’t focused on fucking their opponents

→ yourusername: oh babe.. i have some news for you

→ user: ITS A PLAYER?????????

dougieham: gross

→ yourusername: behave douglas

lhughes_06: what pro hockey player has another man tie her skates for her

→ yourusername: the kind that knows your address and will take your ligaments away

nyrangers: our girl

→ user: can i have your girl

→ njdevils: ^

→ nyrangers: no

_quinnhughes: you hurt my brain

→ yourusername: ok

user: THE TYING THE SKATES!!! JACKS SOFT LAUNCH

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twitterhockeybropodcast

y/n y/ln has allegedly requested a trade out of new york 👀

722 ❤ 312 ↳ 147 💬

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dawson1417: you know @/yourusername i’ve heard jerseys pretty nice

→ dawson1417: you wouldn’t even have to move!

→ yourusername: oh boy

trevorzegras: y/n/n y/ln YOU are an anaheim duck

→ _quinnhughes: step back off my teammate

→ yourusername: you’re both delusional

user: awh the guys wanting her on their teams 🥹

colecaufield: i’ll teach you french @/yourusername

→ yourusername: i only want to know the bad words

→ colecaufield: that’s doable

→ yourusername: sold

user: quinn and the honorary hughes’ is cute but WHERE IS JACK??

→ user: right like he hasn’t even liked it

→ user: he took down his soft launch?

edwards.73: you will eventually get to play with me if you go to jersey @/yourusername

→ yourusername: it's really cute that you though this would help build your case ed

→ edwards.73: can't blame a guy for trying

jackhughes: does this mean we can be friends now?

→ yourusername: oh lol sure

→ user: oh this was painful to read

to, j 💥: is everything ok?? read, 6:33pm

to, j 💥: jack what the hell read, 7:12pm

to, j 💥: you can't really be moody cause i requested a trade from a team you don't even play for lmao

from, j 💥: i'm at practice. talk later

to, j 💥: i'm literally with daws and luke right now dude

to, j 💥: wtf did i do?? read, 7:44pm

to, j 💥: since when am i the one begging to make this work????

to, j 💥: you've been telling me for fucking months you didn't care what it meant as long as we could try us out

to, j 💥: you can't tell me how much you want me around one day and work so hard to make me believe you and then completely flip my world around the next that's not fair read, 8:19pm

to, j 💥: i at least deserve an explanation

from, jack: maybe i'm sick of people telling me i'm fucking up my whole life for you and that you're just gonna dump me before the playoffs so i lose focus

to, jack: hello?? lose focus against the team i'm requesting to leave?

to, jack: and who is people? all i've done is prove that i wouldn't fucking do that

to, jack: i'm literally with two of your teammates right now read, 8:25pm

to, jack: whatever, j. i asked for a trade for you lmao

from, jack: how is that for me? you're gonna be in a completely different fucking state and we'll never see each other

to, jack: that's what this is abt?? you could've just said something, j

from, jack: i don't think you can just unrequest the trade, y/n.

from, jack: what's done is done

to, jack: what would've happened if they just traded me regardless of if i asked?? would you have shut me out cause you don't like the distance when it wasn't my fault?

from, jack: that's different and u know it

to, jack: whatever jack

to, jack: see you wednesday

from jack: against the avs?? you got traded to fucking colorado?

to, jack: no. i got traded to the devils.

njdevils

ranger devil 😈 @/yourusername

2922 ❤ 456 ↳ 78 💬

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yourusername: i've always looked good in red

→ njdevils: our girl

dawson1417: FUCK YEAHHHH

→ yourusername: LEFT LOCKER NEIGHBOUR!!

→ dawson1417: RIGHT LOCKER NEIGHBOUR !!!!!!

lhughes_06: i'm gonna get bullied so much more often

→ yourusername: amen to that moosey

→ lhughes_06: no, not amen to that y/n/n

user: again i ask WHERE IS JACK

nicohischier: another one that won't listen to me

→ yourusername: not reporting for duty, cap 🫡

→ nicohischier: i'm not endeared

→ yourusername: fuck yeah you are

trevorzegras: i know i'm not meant to take personal offence to this but i am

→ yourusername: quinn is GROUCHY

→ _quinnhughes: why does jack get all the cool people i want to have a lake house adoptee on the canucks

→ yoursername: just bring petey

→ eliaspettersson_: do not volunteer me for that chaos

user: i'm kinda concerned at the lack of jack and y/n lately like what happened

jackhughes: new liney?

→ yourusername: new liney :)

→ lhughes_06: 🤨

→ user: luke don't expose your brother's weird cryptic comments as being weird and cryptic challenge

→ lhughes_06: hmm no

njdevils

liked by nicohischier, jackhughes and 34,899 others

njdevils: we think we've seen this film before and we loved the ending (bratter - jack - y/n/n line supremacy)

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jackhughes: start building the statue

→ yourusername: fucking right

user: the way that she just screamed in his face on her first assist to his goal i could SOB

→ user: and his fucking SMILE BACK AT HER

→ user: and her third goal!! the jump into his arms

user: in love w them actually

→ njdevils: us too

lhughes_06: they should've smooched on centre ice with the hats falling down

→ lhughes_06: what lol who said that

dawson1417: RIGHT LOCKER NEIGHBOUR DID THAT

→ yourusername: i couldn't have done wonderwall with out your harmonizing merc

→ dawson1417: i do have the voice of an angel

trevorzegras: i love how it feels to be a hater

→ _quinnhughes: ^

→ yourusername: wonderwall concert, 5pts, and i got quinn hughes to agree with trevor zegras. i am her.

yourusername

liked by jackhughes, nicohischier and 289,111 others

yourusername: j <3

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jackhughes: favourite liney?

→ yourusername: forever liney

lhughes_06: open your messages you demonic being

→ yourusername: do u know how much EFFORT that is

→ lhughes_06: i could imagine it's not a lot??

dawson1417: yucky

→ yourusername: we facetime like teenaged girls n you and ryleigh screeched in excitement when you recognized his room this morning

→ dawson1417: ok???? i screeched cause of the yuckiness

_quinnhughes: i guess you not being a canuck is tolerable if this is the outcome

→ trevorzegras: speak for yourself quintin i want her to be my liney forever 😾

→ yourusername: sorry z <3

→ jackhughes: she's not sorry

→ yourusername: i'm sort of sorry

→ trevorzegras: good enough!

user: SCREAMING AND CRYING OMG

→ user: WE'VE BEEN WAITING

user: mom n dad

dougieham: this is terrefying

→ yourusername: ok

john.marino97: new reality tv show live in the locker room except theres no drama it's just hughesy being whipped

→ yourusername: your favourite!

→ john.marino97: i hate every second

njdevils: it's not like we saw this coming or anything

→ yourusername: ADMIN

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[madamechrissy]

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. (Fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, overstimulation, teensy bit of dollification, dirty talk, hint of breeding kink, oral fixation, choking and smacking in this chap. Oh and Satoru totes has a praise kink)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 12.5k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

You sit up in the car, blinking sleepily, your face sticky from drooling on Gojo’s arm, and he looks at you with a smirk as he wipes your mouth.

“Really need to make you drool outside of sleep.” You flush bright red, leaning back as you all sit in front of the fancy hotel.

“I’m so sorry, I have no clue why I’m so sleepy when you drive. It’s like… weird isn’t it?”

“Nah, it’s cute.” He pops a kiss on your forehead, then he steps out, grabbing your little bag along with his things, and the valet takes the keys, Gojo tips him generously you notice.

Gojo opens the door to the hotel lobby, his hand slipping into yours, and the warmth of his palm sends waves of heat through your body, making you feel so good. When have you all been able to just hold hands, anywhere really. Just that alone has you pausing, staring down at where they’re joined and smiling.

You can’t believe this is happening.

The hotel lobby is breathtaking, you’ve never been somewhere like it, with high ceilings and a giant chandelier that sparkles above you. You feel so out of place in your school clothes, but Gojo’s grip on your hand keeps you grounded. He leads you to the check-in desk, and the clerk’s eyes widen when she sees him. You watch as she stammers through the check-in process, a blushing mess.

Satoru handles it with ease and a stupid amount of charm, winking over at you as he gets some free upgrade, as if he needed it. “You’re a doll, thank you love.”

“Of course Mr. Gojo! We always love having you here.” She completely ignores you, but you understand, Gojo is… something else.

The bellboy takes your bags up to the room, something you’d seen in movies at best, and then Gojo is leading you to the elevator. The moment the doors close, he’s on you, pushing you against the wall, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that steals your breath away. You wrap your arms around his neck, gasping as his hands grip you under your skirt, as his tongue dives between your lips.

“Toru…” You whisper, hungry, and he pulls back, looking down with parted lips, his bright blue eyes heady with desire.

“I can’t wait to get you to myself.” You tremble, at how he looks at you, at how you can feel him hard on your tummy, then the elevator dings, and he practically drags you down the hall to the suite.

The living room alone in the suite could fit your entire dorm, it has a little kitchen with all fancy appliances, and floor to ceiling sliding doors that lead to a balcony that overlooks the city. The walls are painted a deep, rich blue, and the floor is covered in plush white carpet that looks so damn soft you could just lay on the floor and it’d be better than your bed.

The lights are dimmed and soft, and you walk around, looking into the room, and there is…

One bed.

You flush as you look at it, as Satoru casually tips the bellboy and sets your things up. The bed is a king size and the white blankets are soft under your fingertips, you run your hand up and then see it, a bouquet of roses on the bedside table. They’re all different colors, in a pretty vase.

“These are beautiful! Do they just leave flowers?” You notice a note then, as Satoru is coming up behind you. The note that simply reads, For Miss Brat.

“Toru, how’d you do this!?” He smirks, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you.

“I just paid them to do it, silly.”

“You going all out huh?” You look up at him, and he takes your chin in his hand, leaning down, pressing your ass against his thighs.

“This isn’t me going all out, Miss brat. But of course I wouldn’t invite you without making it nice for you. Need to eat that pussy in a pretty bed for once.” You’re bright red, to the tips of your ears, and he laughs softly at it.

“The things you say… it’s like you just wanna fuck me up mentally.”

“Just wanna fuck up your guts.”

“Toru!” You both laugh, and then you slip out of his hold, teasingly starting to unbutton your vest, leaving it on the dresser and bouncing out to the living room. He practically growls, following you.

“You teasing me?” You just smile, innocent, as you peer around the rest of the room, pulling your tie off and setting it on your bags. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket right on the counter, and you peek in the bathroom and see a huge jacuzzi tub and shower.

“Ooh, this looks nice.” You take off your shirt then, flinging it at him, and he laughs as he catches it, as you perch on the edge of the jacuzzi, just in your lacy green bra and skirt. He pauses then, whistling, as his eyes go up and down your body.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” You flush under the praise, all your teasing gone then, as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Your mouth goes dry.

Holy… you’ve sucked his cock and never seen him shirtless, have you? You felt those muscles, you could see their outlines, but… you can’t help but stare at the perfect body he reveals, inch by inch. You see his lean, chiseled torso, his perfect broad chest, muscles rippling underneath as he pulls it off completely. He has a smug grin as you eat him up visually.

“Cat got your tongue, Miss Brat?” His voice is cocky, but ya know what? He should be. Every inch of him is so perfectly cut, like sculpted in marble, with his pale glistening skin.

“Fuck.” Is all you manage, walking to him on unsteady legs, placing a hand tentatively on his hard body, exhaling as you run your fingers down the ripples of his abdomen.

“Thought you’d be more eloquent, little genius.” You look up at him, but you can’t function anymore. Satoru was already beautiful, but now that you see him you…

“You’re gorgeous, Satoru Gojo.” You expect him to be cocky about it, to look smug perhaps, but his lips part, and his eyes glitter as they drink you in, as you place a kiss on his chest, right where his heart is rapidly beating. He gently grabs your wrist, fingering the bracelet gently.

“You wear it every day, huh?” You nod, shyly looking down, at the perfect skin in front of your face.

“Of course I do. It’s usually not visible with my blazers is all. I sleep in it… that’s… ignore it.” He smirks, running his hands down the sides of your breasts then, until they get to your bare waist, big hands taking over the narrow expanse, making you feel so tiny in his grip. Your skin thrums everywhere, and you inhale a bit.

“You said you didn’t have… family?” You nod, looking away. “Are they… like passed away?”

“No, they’re alive. I guess. They gave me up.” He pauses, blinking at that, and your throat closes, emotions you long suppress rising up.

“Gave you up?” His voice is dark, hoarse, his lips in a terse line.

“Yeah, they put me in a home when I was like thirteen. Um… I don’t know what happened, I don’t want to. They weren’t good people.”

“How the fuck can they do that?”

“It’s legal to basically relinquish your rights. Foster homes were so disgusting and horrible mostly, it’s why I decided I’d be a lawyer. Fight for rights for those who really can’t.”

He tilts your chin up, and you struggle to keep your composure, as his pretty eyes study your face. “If I saw them I’d beat their asses. Mom too I don’t care. She can catch these hands.” You giggle a bit, through tears, and he smiles softly. “I’m teasing because I don’t know if I’m any good at comforting.”

“That is comforting though.” He kisses your forehead gently.

“So how the fuck are you in law school? And top law school? The college you came from was prestigious too.”

“I’m really smart, so scholarships. I also had amazing teachers in High school that really cared. That’s where I met Yuta and Maki too. They’re like my family.” He brushes your hair back softly, just listening to you, just holding you.

Fuck it’s nice.

“I can see how much you three love each other. Reminds me of Sugu, Kento and my friendship.”

“You three made some deal with a devil to get so attractive.” He snorts at that, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t seem angry, how?”

“At my old parents?” He nods. You shrug. “I’m better off without them, clearly, look at me now. If I lived there, I’d have gotten into who knows what. I’m thankful they chose to get rid of me, the best thing they could have done as parents.”

“Holy fuck…” He leans down, cupping your face gently then. “Think I just fell deeper now.”

You pause, breathing rapidly, as he even seems a little surprised at his words, leaning back, but you grab his strong hands, clinging to them. “You’re falling for me, Satoru?”

“Isn’t it obvious, brat?” You get flustered then, shaking your head. “How much clearer does it need to be?”

“I kind of thought… more physical maybe? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t wanna push too much and not have… whatever this is. It’s really special to me, as insane as it drives me.”

“It’s special to me, too.”

You sigh then, taking his hands and holding them, running your fingers on the backs of his knuckles, no sounds but your breathing and the whirl of the air conditioner in the suite. “Satoru… I have been falling since we met.”

“You have?” You just nod, looking down shyly again.

“I remember crying to Maki about it. Shit for months I just played with myself to the damn memory.” His nostrils flare as he tilts your chin up, hunger clear in his pretty gaze now. “Yeah, I said that. Wow.”

“Yeah, so did I. Till my cock hurt, I woke up dreaming about this girl, who looked like a whole nerd lost in that club.” You giggle, shoving at him.

“You just like nerds, don’t you?”

“Love them. Especially when they look like this.” He unzips the side of your skirt then, letting it fall down your ankles, and then he finally sees your outfit, the little garter belt, the stockings, the panties. His eyes glaze over. “Oh fuck . You trying to kill me, Miss Brat?”

“You like, huh Professor Gojo?” You whisper the words, and his hands slide down your hips now, turning you, until he caught sight of your ass from the back.

“Oh my fucking…” He growls nearly, gripping your ass, smacking it then, making you inhale a bit, at the stinging pleasure, then he’s got one hand in your hair, gripping it, running his fingers down your spine. “You’ve got no clue how bad I’ve wanted to see you like this. Always in those blazers and pencil skirts.”

“You like my pencil skirts, don’t you Professor?” He laughs, breathy in your ear, as his hands slide up your nearly bare body, up to your lacy cups of your bra, yanking them down then, cupping your breasts.

“I like anything you wear. But this…” You feel his cock now, hot and hard, and you reach back for it, as he pulls your hair harder, sliding his tongue up the side of your neck. “You’re so beautiful.”

That melts you.

“Toru…” He picks you up then, bridal style, making you giggle, before he catches your mouth in his kiss, devouring your mouth as he carries you to the bed, laying you out and then standing, eyes drinking in every inch.

“Perfect fucking body. Fuck.” You’re blushing down to your breasts.

“You don’t have to…”

“Think I’m lying, brat?” You shake your head.

“Satoru, you're perfect.”

“Yeah, and so are you. I’ll have to show you, huh?” He slides off your bra with ease, then he’s gripping your breasts again, moaning, taking one of the peaks into his hot mouth, swirling around your nipple. Your hands go into his silky white hair, back arching as desire hits.

“Ah! Feels s’good, Toru.” You whisper, he looks up at you, pupils dilated, kissing over to the other breast now.

“These tits, these nipples… drive me fucking crazy.” You whine out, as his hand slides down your soft tummy, making it tremble. “Those hips, that waist? That nice ass of yours. Your pretty, perfect face, which is my favorite part. But my second favorite part? This pretty little pussy.” You gasp when he slides two fingers down it, already soaked.

“Mmm! Toru!” He watches you, sliding his finger up to your little clit, rubbing in those little circles, the ones that make you lose it. “F-fuck… mmm, please.”

“Let me take my time, baby. Yeah?” You nod, eagerly, and he smiles, so fucking gorgeous, kissing down the valley between your breasts. Your legs tremble, as he continues sliding down, finger dipping to tease your entrance, stretching your skin just slightly, making you moan. “Sounds so sexy. Feel so wet.”

You’re just whimpering, and when he’s kissing your hips, nipping them, sliding down the bed between your legs, your thighs tremble. He holds them, spreading them wide, and groans when he gets an eye full of you, your bottom half still in lingerie. He parts the swollen lips of your sex, spitting on you then, grinning as he watches it trail down your creamy center.

“You l-like doing that. Huh?” You ask softly, he just moans again, repeating the action, hot and sticky on your cunt. You nearly buck off the bed just from that.

“It just looks so hot. God your pussy’s so pretty… Ugh, I hate to take these off, but I need to see you completely naked.” He gently unclasps the garters, sliding your stockings off slowly, the soft material inching off, soft on your skin. “These legs? These calves even?” He peppers kisses down your legs.

“You make me feel so beautiful, Toru.” He pauses, kissing right at your ankle, looking down at you, desire mirrored in his gaze.

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He slides your other stocking off, then he hesitates at the garter belt and panties. “Hmm… I almost wanna keep these on… but no. Gotta go.”

You giggle, a little nervous when that last barrier is gone, trembling under his hungry gaze, his hands going back to your thighs, spreading them wide. You get so nervous as his big hands run down your entire body, burning everywhere they touch, branding you with him.

“I didn’t… get naked fully. My random two times.” You admit, and he blinks a bit, looking up at your face now.

“I’m the first to see you like this?” You nod, biting your lip then.

“Yeah I was too insecure I think. You make me feel so good.”

“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget everything.” Your heart races, as your cunt gets soaked, when he flicks his tongue on your clit, your hips buck up and you cry out. “Fuck you till you can’t think,” he murmurs, sliding a tongue all the way up your slit, those eyes watching you. “Until all you can do is scream my name.”

“T-Toru…” Your hips slide up again, for more of his mouth, more of his tongue, teasingly flicking you between your glistening folds, parting and then shoving his tongue deep in you, wetness pours out when he flicks it back out. “Mnh, s’good…”

“Soak my face baby girl. Fucking soak me.” You whine out, and obey, as he slides a finger deep in your cunt then, and you pulse around him, making him moan on your clit, vibrating it. Now you’re gushing all around his finger, onto his face, down your ass onto this fancy fucking blanket, whining and gripping his hair tight. “You taste so good, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Ple-ease…” You don’t even know what you’re asking, as your stomach sucks in, and your hips rock on his perfect face, as he’s using his finger to push inside your little gummy walls, hitting that spot he knows so well. “Cumming… cumming!”

“Good girl. All over me. Let me drink you.” You can’t stand it, his voice, his touch, that soft hot tongue rolling in circles, and you’re screaming out, orgasm wracking through you so hard your vision gets fuzzy.

He’s still licking you.

Now he’s got two fingers in you, his free hand exposing your clit as he angles his head, flicking fast on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. It’s so intense then, you can barely stand it, thighs threatening to close, but he keeps them wide with his arms, sipping every bit of cum that pours out again, making you shaky and weak.

He keeps licking you, relentlessly, and you start to get overstimulated then, walls tightening around his fingers, and you want him, god you want him, that pretty huge cock in you. You’ve never wanted anything more, desperately yanking on his shoulders, nails digging in, whining in the back of your throat.

“T’much… it’s… please!” You can’t speak, you can hardly think, and he pauses, taking a breath, his eyes drunk on you, sliding his fingers out and planting a messy kiss on your sloppy little cunt.

“Only two orgasms, that’s nothing.” You blink, and he laughs, sliding up you then and shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Taste how yummy you are. Mmm, good girl, suck these clean.”

You feel high off him, as his hard body presses down on you, as he watches you, licking his lips, covered in your slick. You roll your tongue around his thick, long fingers, sucking them with a pop, and you feel his length, hard and insistent on your inner thigh. You reach down, sliding up his length, watching him flutter those pretty white lashes, hot in your hand.

“Gonna make you cum so many times you wanna pass out.” You make mewling sounds from the back of your throat, as you smear his precum on his tip. “Jesus… fucking… I need you baby. Need you.”

“Then take me, Toru.” At that he groans, lifting your leg up and pulling your hips down quickly, hot thick tip at your entrance, slamming his mouth on yours, just teasing you then, pushing in just the tip, making you whine and rock against him for more.

“You’re so fuckin greedy, aren’t you? Are you so slutty for me?” You feel your cunt throb around nothing, at his words, words that should maybe offend you, but just urge you on.

You whine out, pushing up again, but he holds your pelvis down, smushing it into the mattress, grinning down at you. “Toru, fuck!”

“Beg for it then.” You roll your eyes, overheated, and he’s just smirking like a fucking asshole.

“You’re such a dick, ugh! You know you want to. Feel how good it is…” You tighten right around that teasing tip, feeling it leaking into you, and he groans at that, grip brutal.

“Fine, I’ll get you to beg.” He pulls away and you’re crying out, when he’s just fingering you again, scissoring those two fingers in your tight entrance, soaking his hand. “So wet, aren’t you? Just for me?”

“Yes, just for you! Don’t want fingers… want your cock.” He just laughs, pushing your arms up with one hand, grabbing your wrists and shoving them over your head, leaving you helpless.

“Beg for it brat. Say you want me to fuck your insides up.”

“Oh God- ngh- fucking jerk!”

“Fine.” He pulls his fingers as you’re about to cum again, and you’re losing it, chest tightening as your tummy can’t stop clenching, your cunt just aching for him now, to the point it hurts.

“Please, okay, please!”

“Say ‘please fuck my insides up’. Oh, add Professor.” You glare at him, yanking him down with your thighs since he has your arms useless, and he exhales in pleasure as his cock rubs against your slick heat.

“You’re so stupid. Immature. Idiot.” He grins at that.

“You’re not getting fucked then. Poor baby.”

“Satoru…”

“Ah-ah.” He bites your lower lip, so beautiful above you, with those glossy lips parted, his eyes blown out, soft white hair falling over his brow. You feel yourself falling into some madness, one that only he can fix. “Say it.”

“I said please fucking jerk. Mmm…” He’s rubbing his cock up and down your aching hole, then up to your clit, and it twitches, making you almost cum again.

“Please fuck my insides up. Professor. Handsome Professor. I’ll keep adding words if you don’t.” You whine more, body throbbing with need.

“Stupid. That’s s-stupid… mnh…” Your head falls back, and he sucks on your neck, biting you then with those sharp teeth.

“You’re drenched. Soaking these nice blankets with all that cum.” He looks into your eyes then, pouting. “Aw, poor little girl. Can’t take it? You want it in you so bad too, look at you. Cock drunk eyes.” He shoves that tip in again, and you begin shattering, just from that.

“Ah! Shit shit shit.” You’re cumming all over, pathetically from that, gushing all over him, and that’s when his brows lower, and he grips your so tight, and you hear him cry out too.

“Fuck you… feel so… oh my god… just say it, I need to fuck this pussy. Feel it cum around me.” You struggle to focus, blinded then, blinking him into focus. “Cumming just from my tip too. You have such a slutty, needy little cunt.

“Yeah, and you can’t take it, you wanna fuck me so bad. Do it.” You tighten again and he nearly falls on you, cheeks flushed, cock twitching in you. You both are stubborn and torturing each other, but you know…

“Say it or I’ll pull out. I’ll lick that pussy again.” You shake your head, so ready and aching you have tears. “You cryin’?”

“N-no! Dick ugh. N-n-no!” He pulls back, making you start to cry now, and you wiggle your body, trying to get your wrists free.

“Say it, brat. Then you’ll get what you want. Don’t you want me to fill this tight little hole the fuck up?”

“Ugh- sadistic- narcissistic-”

“You want it. You love it.” You sigh, as he presses against your hole again, and you’re slippery, hot, wanting that fat tip to just push in.

“I’ll only say this once. Got it.” He laughs a bit, nodding, as you’re a writhing mess under him. “Please fuck my insides up. I want it. Please.”

“Please…”

“Professor, oh my god! Please Professor!” You’re anticipating more of his antics, of him running his pretty mouth, but he releases your wrists, grabbing your thighs and putting them high, and he shoves in you. “Ah!”

You cry out at the pressure, as he’s so deep in you in one thrust, and he exhales, pausing on top of you.

You both look at each other then, as you adjust to the ridiculous pressure, as he feels your tight walls pulsing around him. You look into each other’s eyes, breaths coming in little pants, as he grabs your waist, leaning down, and the way he looked at you then? Like you were everything?

The way he presses in deeper, holding onto you, as your fingers grip his strong back?

The way he just quietly studies you with stark desire in his eyes?

Fuck.

“I don’t have words. It’s…” Satoru Gojo? No words…

“Perfect.” You whisper, and he nods, gulping, prominent adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, as he pulls back, then pushes in deeper, impossibly deeper, making your eyes involuntarily roll back, and his head fall against yours neck, hissing as he pulls out and shoves in all the way, hitting your cervix.

“Fucking perfect.” He murmurs, and then you blink through fresh tears, looking up at him, and he raises a hand to caress your face, so gently. “You’re perfect.”

“Toru…” He kisses your tears off your cheeks, lifting up and rolling his hips, hitting against that spot, and then kissing your cervix, god he’s so long, so thick, just taking over everything you are.

“So tight, so hot. Fuck, baby. Never felt anything like it.” You tremble, emotional at his words, as your body is throbbing everywhere, pleasure like you’ve never felt before, god no one had been this deep, stretched you like this.

“Me either- mnh - nothing… s’good… Toru!” You bury your head against his chest as he begins thrusting, rhythmically, still slow but so intense. “M-more, mmm!”

You arch up, and he’s sliding in deeper, you can feel his cock stretching you out, so thick, so full, and he’s groaning in your mouth, you taste his minty breath mixed with your essence. You just want more, you need more, your nails scratching his back, your cunt just spasming around him, soaking wet, making him tense.

“You ready for me to fuck you good baby?” You gasp, and his eyes take a mad look, brilliant blue, so blue it’s hard to stand looking at him like this.

You just nod eagerly, whimpering, and then he’s fucking into you, thrusting harder, faster, and you’re dripping down his length, squelching sound of your sloppy little pussy swallowing him. He grips you tight, kissing you intensely, messy as fuck, as messy as your cunt and his cock fucking each other. You drink up his moans, and he drinks up your cries.

He’s got one of your legs up over his shoulder now, shoving in so deep you scream at the sensation, as he hits your cervix, and you’re pulsing all around him, making him slam his eyes shut, gripping bruisingly. You feel it building, orgasm washing over you, your eyes slam shut.

“Oh fuck…  fuck… cumming, ngh!” You whisper, and he pushes in and presses up, it’s so intense you can’t breathe.

“Look at me when you cum.” You open your eyes, and he’s rolling those hips again, making your vision fuzzy, your body shattering, and you fall apart, wetness seeping out and around his length, and he tenses, letting out a shaky breath. “You’re just so beautiful, little brat.”

“Th-thank! You! Mnnh!” You can’t focus, as you’re riding the waves of your climax, as you’re more sensitive, as he keeps fucking you through it, faster now, harder, and your cunt is deliciously stretched beyond it’s means, adjusting right to him.

“Like she’s made for this cock.” You’re panting, legs a trembling mess, and he’s brushing back your sweaty hair then, hand sliding up your throat, making you even wetter as it wraps your neck. “Want it baby?”

You nod, whining, clinging to him like he’s your goddamn lifeline, like he’ll tether you to the Earth he is making you careen off of. “Yes, please… choke me, Toru. I trust you.”

“Tap me if it’s too much. I got you though. Got you baby.” You gasp when he squeezes, pressing on the sides of your throat, and the pressure is intense, but it’s a good kind of intense, making everything else just fall away as he starts to thrust in and out. “Feel me in here? Don’t ya?” He presses his free hand on your tummy.

You can’t speak, you’re just drooling, as he fucks deep into you, so deep you can feel his cock in your stomach, right where his big hand presses. Your walls start to tighten around him as he hits all the right spots, his hand squeezing your throat, and your eyes roll back.

You feel your orgasm building again, the pressure in your stomach getting more and more intense, your cunt clenching around him, and he’s just grunting in pleasure, fucking into you like he’s claiming you, but honestly? You were already his, even if it wasn’t said just yet.

“T-Toru!” You can’t get much air out, but it doesn’t matter because he’s listening to your body, reading you like a book, and he knows exactly what you need.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.” He whispers those words and they send shivers down your spine. You nod, unable to speak, and he tightens his grip, making stars burst behind your eyes, as your ears ring from that grip, as he leans over you so powerful, so into you, just as you were, you could see it. The intensity.

You cum hard then, harder than you had even previously, the fuzziness of your head as the oxygen leaves your body, as you can barely hear with that ringing, your cunt pulsing around his cock. He slows on top of you, and your eyes roll back, you feel just like you’re floating, as he lets your throat go and you suck in a greedy breath, he falls on top of you, cupping your face.

“Feel so fuckin good, baby. Taking me so well, too, aren’t you?” You manage a weak nod with your now sore neck, and he catches your lips, sloppy wet kisses, as he tenses above you, rhythm getting jerky.

You struggle to find words, still gasping for air, still feeling like you’re floating. “Toru… I’m… yours.”

Fuck, you’re stupid, huh?

You tense then, worried you’ve said too much, as Satoru pauses, looking down at you, still holding your face in his huge hands. But then, he exhales, his sky blue eyes glittering as they drink you in, brows shoved together as he rolls his hips slowly again, pressing against that spot that you can’t handle. You cry out at that, clinging to him desperately.

“You’re mine?” You just nod, and he moans out, kissing you again, holding your hips and shoving them down on his cock, you whine helplessly, as sweat drips from his chest onto your breasts. “All mine, baby?”

“All yours, Toru.” His eyes flutter shut, you feel him throbbing inside you, right against your cervix, thickening impossibly.

“This only for me?” His voice gets huskier, deeper, his grip tight as he runs his hand down your body, bending to kiss you again. “Say it, brat.”

“Mnh… you like that huh?” You tease, rolling your own hips up, and he hisses at that, eyes glazing over.

“Maybe I do.” He caresses your face gently, making you melt, and then you feel him pulse again, and he tenses, muscles hard and bunching over you. “Where do you want it, I’m close baby.”

You flush then, looking down for a moment, before your brow scrunches up and your tummy tenses, he shoves inside you deep in a swift motion. “I want it in me.”

He growls, grabbing your thighs then, pressing them up high, the pressure against your breasts making you lose your breath for a moment. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, until you’re dripping down my cock. You want that brat?”

“Please, please Toru. I want it.” He starts fucking fast, rough, hips snapping against yours and slamming against you, and you feel yourself rising, on edge again, whining out his name.

“Can you take all of it, baby? All this cum?” His eyes are mad now, glinting wildly, his tongue gliding along his lower lip, pressing down those thighs more, balls deep, hitting so hard you can’t function. “Answer, brat.”

“Y-yes. I can. Jerk, do it.” He laughs a bit, breathless at you, and you’re about to fall apart again, orgasm building until you feel you’re going to burst.

“Oh yes, milk me with that perfect cunt, fuck…” He shoves in all the way, bottoming out, as you stretch to fit him impossibly, and you feel him then, hot streams of white cum pulsing in you. You gasp at the sensation, as he pumps you full, pulling back and shoving more cum deep inside.

You can’t stop the wetness that’s gushing from your cunt, all around him, as you jerk at the way it feels, so hot and deliciously nasty, as you feel yourself shoving his cum out around him. As he keeps pumping it, oversensitive and whimpering, his cheeks flushed as he kisses you, as you’re a mess under him, barely able to handle any more, barely able to form a thought.

“ Fuck …” He whispers, landing on you, with his heavy weight, and you giggle then, holding onto him, as he kisses your cheeks, your face. “I’ve never felt anything better than painting these pretty insides.”

You’re bright red then, struggling to think of a response, as he caresses your hair, nuzzling your neck. Your hands slide up and down his body, feeling every muscle, crevice, loving every bit of him. His breaths are hot on your chest, as he kisses his way across your delicate collarbone, his soft white hair falling against your overheated skin, blowing it and grinning at you, until he sees it.

“You’re crying… are you okay baby?” He eases out then, hissing at the sensation as you did as well, feeling empty as your pussy throbs, as he’s pouring out of you, so much cum it’s ridiculous, all mixed with you.

“I loved it. I’m so good.” He sits up on his knees, checking you, as if to look for some damage or something.

“Choke you too hard? Go too rough?” He murmurs, meticulously touching your body where he saw marks from him.

“TNo, not at all. I just really loved it.” You swipe your eyes, leaning up on your elbows, as he exhales in relief.

“You’re just a crybaby huh?”

“Dick!” You’re giggling though, when he pulls you tight against him, brushing your hair back gently, tilting your chin up. “It was just really intense.”

“Fuck yeah it was… I’ve never…” He sighs a bit.

“Never what, Toru?” Your hands slide up his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat steady against your hand.

“This? It’s not normal. None of it. Lost myself in you.” You’re crying a fresh set of tears now, and smile tremulously.

“I did okay then?” He glares then.

“Not okay, no. You’re fucking perfect. Perfect fit for me.” As his tone lowers, you feel an impossible desire in your pelvis hitting, god just his words…

“I was worried, you’re so experienced.”

“So even more of a compliment hmm? Elite pussy.”

You just sniffle, smiling, until you both look into each other’s eyes. “You said I’m like your girlfriend, yeah?”

“I did. I’d ask, but no reason to, I know you’re dying to be with me.” He winks and you roll your eyes at him. “It’s true.”

“Shut it, you’re so conceited!”

“Why not be? I’m amazing. You should be conceited too!”

“You’re silly.” He pulls you close, smashing his lips down on yours, and you all breathe into each other, as he pulls you on to his lap, making you gasp a bit.

“You wasted so much cum. Tsk Tsk.” You tense at his tone, at that devilish damn grin, at his bright eyes mad.

“Toru… wha- ngh!” He shoves his fingers in you, pushing that cum in you, already sensitive and achy, you cry out at it, overstimulated and wriggling, as he just holds you firm in his lap, your ass on his hard thighs, cock against you.

“You can take more, can’t you baby?” He cooes those words, so sweet and mocking, and you see the thrill he’s getting, as you shake your head and he pushes dripping cum in you again. “Can’t waste all this, how will I knock you up?”

“Wh-what!?” He’s pushing more, and you feel so hot, like you’re going to lose it, when he’s playing your clit now, and you feel him grow hard. “Again? So soon!?”

“You’re so sexy.” His husky voice moans those words out, and you feel your tiny bit of resolve fail. “Wouldn’t you be hot with my babies in you?”

“Toru, that’s… fucking… crazy! Ngh!” He’s rubbing your clit now, shoving your plush thighs closed.

“Keep every drop, now. Good girl.” You’re soaking his thigh, and he hums at that, pushing you down. “Feel how hot you are. Your cunt is so needy.”

“Babies though!? Are you all kinky and into breeding whatever!”

“You’re really cute.” He kisses your nose, and you glare, just making him smile more at you. “So cute when you’re mad, too.”

“Be serious!”

“Yeah, it’s kinky. But it’s not my fault I wanna fill you with so much cum you can’t function, so much it’ll drip down your thighs at school.”

“Fuck…” You’re making some stupid mewling sound from the back of your throat, leaning closer to him now, desire making your eyes lidded, glazed.

“Like that idea? Is my good girl becoming a slut for me?” You can’t stand it, how much he’s affecting you, how you enjoy these dirty words.

“Shut it, Toru.” He laughs a bit, taking the finger he’d used to push cum in you and putting it to your lips.

“Taste how good we are together.” He whispers, and you eagerly suck on them then, and you see it, how his face changes, from teasing to ravenous. You swirl your tongue and suck them with a pop, enjoying how his full lips part, how his grip on your hip falters. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

At that he’s got those two fingers up in your sore little hole, thrusting the tips up and hitting that spongy little part, over and over, and you’re so sensitive you almost cum from just that. He’s kissing down your breasts, pulling you to straddle him then, as his legs sit off the edge of the bed.

“Mnh! Toru …” He’s sucking on the peaks of your breasts now, nuzzling between them, before lavishing each with attention, as he grabs your hips and grinds you against his thick length.

“Wrap those arms around me baby.” Your hands grip his broad shoulders, as he grabs your ass, eyes hungry again. “Wanna ride this cock?”

“I… don’t know… how.” He smiles, softly then instead of that mad hatter look of before, hands taking your hips now.

“Want Professor Gojo to teach you?” You giggle at that, looking back into his heady gaze.

“Wanna teach your best student how to ride your cock?” You whisper, rolling your hips then, and he’s grunting at that, thumbs digging into your soft hips. “You’re so naughty, Professor.”

“You’re the naughty one, Miss Brat. You like to really pick on my damn fantasy of you.”

“Just a fantasy about me?”

“Fuck yeah it’s just you.” You melt then, and kiss him, grinding your clit against his length, so good with the slick friction you feel like you’re going to cum right then, trembling and gasping. “You don’t even need teaching. Natural.”

“Toru… Please.” He lifts your ass up now, and he grabs his cock, pressing it at your sopping wet entrance, exhaling as you lean down, bit by bit, just taking him slowly in. “Oh fuck…”

“You feel so… mnh…” He’s just muttering as you sink down on his length, as he watches his cock disappear inside you, your tight walls fluttering around him. “Oh my god…”

“Like that, Professor?” You ask, breathy and shaky, and he just nods then, guiding your hips up and down, until you’re moving on your own, thighs burning as you begin to move, as he gets so deep like this.

“Just like that, Miss brat. Perfect… student… getting… an A. Fuck!” You sink fully now, crying out when he’s back against your abused little cervix, and you can barely move as the feeling hits way too hard.

“An… A… hmm? Shit…” Neither of you are coherent any longer, not as he pushes up, hitting an angle that makes your cunt pulse, making pleasure wave through every inch of your skin. “Ah!”

“A-plus pussy.” He leans back and slides up again, bringing you to straddle him as he lays back now, hands balancing on his hard chest, your hair falling like a curtain across your face. He brushes it back, pulling your hips against his, cock pressing against that damn spot, the one you can’t take.

You arch your back, head falling back as the overwhelming feeling of Satoru’s huge cock so deep at this angle rakes through your body, Satoru uses this opportunity to grab your lush breasts, pinching your nipples. Then, his hand goes lower, thumb rubbing little circles on your clit, and you start trembling on top, so overstimulated, as your thighs clench around his narrow hips.

“You’re so beautiful riding me, baby.” He encourages you with his words, that look on his pretty face, his hands as one grips and one pleases. “Cum all over my cock, please, need to fucking feel it again.”

You’re unraveling, and you start screaming as the orgasm washes through you, and you’re soaking his stomach, liquid gushing all over, making Satoru suck on the finger that had just been stroking you, looking so sexy you can’t handle him. Your thighs grow weak after, and you fall forward, struggling to move, Satoru pulls your hips up as you lay on him.

“Need me to use you baby?” You have no clue what he means, looking at him with cock drunk eyes, body boneless from how much he’s taken out of you.

“Whass… mean. Toru.” You tremble in his hold, as he moans, caressing the face that rests against his chest.

“You don’t move, just let me use you, like my little fuck doll. Yeah?” He jerks his hips then, and you just whimper, clinging to him, pussy so full it nearly hurts. You nod, weakly. “Come hold on to me.”

You slide up a bit, clinging to Satoru’s broad shoulders, fingers on damp skin that shimmers with sweat, and he places the flats of his feets on the bed, eyes drinking your expression in, as he lifts your ass up. Then he’s slamming up into you, fucking harder than he had before, fucking every thought out of your brain, making you completely dumb, all you do is feel.

God, feel everything too. That strong body under you, cock pushing your limits, tip slamming your cervix. How his big hands are so tight on the fat of your ass as he lifts and slams you down hard, then grinds up into you, stubble right above his perfect cock giving your abused clit more delicious friction.

You feel his breath on you, his gaze so addicted, just like yours, you can taste his sweat as you lick and nip his chest, clinging for dear life. Feel his moans vibrate his chest, your tits bouncing and your ass smacking against his muscled thighs. Over and over, he keeps raising you higher and higher, until you can’t take it.

“C-cumming!” You cry out, helpless. He shoved up hard then, pressing and rolling his hips. He shushes you then, smacking your ass and making you squeak.

“Do dolls speak?” You shake your head, thrill rushing as he says that, in that commanding voice. “Good girl, such a good girl. Now you stay still and let me use this perfect pussy.”

You struggle not to move, not to speak, biting your lower lip, brows furrowing, and he’s just fucking into you, until you’re cumming hard all over him, wetness making the squishing sounds of him pounding your pussy obscene. You’re just clinging to him, letting him fuck all the sense out of you.

“Keep cumming all over me, pretty little toy.”

He urges you on, one hand up in your hair now, pulling at the base of your neck, yanking so hard you cry out, but it feels so good, him fucking the shit out of you, slamming into you so damn hard. He’s grunting under you, all sweaty, and you’re just soaking him, his stomach, his thighs, all over, staying still for him.

“Ready for me to fill you, pretty doll?” You nod, whining then, and he locks you tight, shoving up hard and rolling you against him, groaning and just watching you as he pumps you more. “Can you take more, like a good girl?”

“Mnh!” You’re trembling, nails digging into his shoulders, and your head falls to the side, inviting him to bite your neck then, as he shoves even more of his hot load in you.

“F-fuck… I never wanna cum anywhere else again. Ruined.” You manage a breathy laugh, as he finishes pouring cum, and it’s just getting pushed out of your little stretched hole.

“Can the doll talk?” You tease, he smirks, nodding and rubbing his hands gently down your arms. “That was hot as fuck.”

He grins, kissing you then. “Baby I have so much to show you.”

“All this weekend?”

He frowns. “We will not just fuck this weekend.”

“But-”

“You can come to my place. We’ll just be careful. You think this is gonna be it? Fuck no. Addicted.” You moan at his words, cupping his face and sliding up him, he pops out of your cunt, and you pour more of a mess on him.

“I’ve been addicted. God, it's so hard not to play with myself in class.” He chuckles at that, devious grin on his face.

“You should though.”

“What!”

“Fuck it’d be hot. Record it.”

“You’re nuts, Satoru!”

“You like it, don’t you?” You sigh, nodding with a shy smile. “So shy like I didn’t just pump two loads of cum in you.”

“You’re so freaky!”

“You haven’t even seen freaky yet. That was very Vanilla.”

“Pushing cum in me?” He wiggles his brows at you. “Okay… then what’s not vanilla?”

“You’ll get there.” He taps your nose and you roll your eyes, but fuck you’re crazy intrigued. “I’ll go start the Jacuzzi and clean you up.”

He sits up carefully, picking you up with ease, and you cling to him, snuggling against his neck, suddenly feeling your entire body aching. Spots you didn’t even know existed. He sits you up on the little sink then, washing one of the fluffy cloths and then bending down, making you close your thighs a bit.

“Let me clean her. Don’t be embarrassed.” You sigh, spreading your thighs, completely naked in the little bathroom, as he cleans up his cum that’s sticking to your inner thighs.

“You came a lot.” He laughs, the sound so pleasing it makes your chest tighten, then he sighs, rubbing your inner thighs with the wet cloth gently.

“Yeah I haven’t came that much before.”

“Pent up, Professor?”

“No I jack off thinking about you a lot. Guess not the same.” The way he, Satoru Gojo, the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, casually talks about being so thirsty for you?

Fuck.

“So those two months, you… fucked around though. I mean, you never knew if you’d see me again.” He frowns a bit at that, walking to the jacuzzi to turn it on.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you sat in my class.”

“Really?”

“How could I, when I look at you and realize everyone else is… just nothing in comparison. But, yeah after the club I tried. I didn’t know what that was, it was scary as fuck, how’d I like eating pussy better than any sex I’d had. That taste .” He bends low, kissing your puffy lips then, and you suck in a breath, brushing back his hair.

“I mean we are just now… dating? So it is okay whatever happened.”

“Did you…try at all?”

“No. Knew everything would be shit after it.” He kisses your inner thigh then, looking up at you, resting his head on your thigh, as you continue to brush his hair, like he’s worshiping you.

“I couldn't cum with them, it just… I don't know. Felt off. Are you upset I did before you came to…”

“No not at all!”

“I'd be so mad if you did.” You blink at that.

“What?”

“So mad. That anyone else got this but me.” You suck in a breath as he rubs up and down your slit then.

“Toxic ass Professor.”

“Needy little brat.” 

He's picking you up again, your legs wrap right around him, as he carries you into the steaming jacuzzi, the warm water enveloping your exhausted body. He sets you down gently, and you lean back against his chest, letting the bubbles tickle your skin as his arms wrap around your waist.

You sigh contentedly, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to melt away. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, and you arch your back into his touch. "Ugh, that feels so good," you murmur, eyes closing at his touch.

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. "You're so responsive, Miss Brat. It's like your body was made for my touch." His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, and you can't help but let out a little moan.

"Toru…" You breathe out his name softly, eyes opening to look at him, as his head is bending over you, tilting your chin so that your lips meet, as the bubbles rush across both of your bodies.

“Is it made for me?”

“Do you think so?”

“Mmm… I think it's why no one got you off. Had to wait for me.” You cry out when he spreads your thighs, jets streaming against your pussy.

“Maybe I am then. But… I'm also mnh… scared. Are you?”

“Terrified. Think you're actually a witch or something just fucking with me.” You giggle, breaking some of the tension, then you're writhing under his touch as he strokes your pussy under the water.

“It's like I can't get enough of you. That's scary Toru.” He moans, kissing down the side of your neck. “I don't wanna get hurt.”

He pauses at that, looking down at you then. “You think I'll hurt you?”

“The situation moreso. It's so much unknown. But it feels so perfect right now.” You take his free hand in yours, entwining your little fingers in his long ones. He exhales.

“Fuck the world for now. Just me and you tonight. Mmkay?” You nod, then you're gasping as he's fingering you, as you feel his hard cock against your back, hot and insistent. “Wanna stay buried inside that pussy.”

His words break you, you're shivering in his hold. “I don't wanna leave this little bubble.”

“Then focus on this. Let me make you feel so good, yeah?” You shamelessly arch back against his touch, turning and touching his face, water droplets falling from your fingers down your wrist, as his finger pushes in, pumping, just watching you as your face contorted in pleasure. “So fuckin pretty.”

“I’ll already have more sex than I’ve ever had if we go again.” You whisper, and he laughs a bit, then groans when he hits your g spot, and you’re crying out, soaking him.

“I’m mad anyone ever fucked this pussy.” He purrs those words, making your shiver, his free hand cupping your face and eyes boring into you.

“Are you?” He nods, kissing you then, as his fingers hit your spot over and over, building back up a sweet pressure.

“So fucking mad. That anyone ever even kissed these lips.”

“Toru…” You’re emotional then, as he’s so possessive, but all it does is turn you on, make you soaked even under the hot water of the jets. “Maybe I’m mad anyone ever kissed you.” Your words are a ghost of a whisper.

“Get me to forget anyone ever has, then.” You turn, straddling him, your breasts popping up, water falling in rivulets as you lean in, kissing him deep, tongue stroking his, as you feel his hardness under the water, pressing and insistent.

“Is that a challenge, Professor?” Your eyes lock, and he makes you feel so sexy, so confident in that moment, that you roll your hips and slide his thick cock between your soaking lips, watching him unravel himself. “You gonna make me forget too?”

“Bet you already fucking have, huh?” You bite your lip, as his hand slides down to grip your ass, holding you tight against him as he starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding along your slit further, and you’re trembling, close to cumming. “Not a damn thought of any idiot in your brain.”

“Only you, the only… idiot…” He scowls, as you giggle.

“Gotta shut this mouth up, little brat.” He stands then, and you gasp as he’s dragging you out, bending you over the sink and smacking your ass hard, it’s dripping wet so it burns horribly.

“Ow, shit!” You glare back at him.

“Idiot huh?”

“My handsome idiot!”

Smack.

“Ow, ow, ow. Your hand is too big!” He smacks your ass again, pulling your hips further up.

“Say sorry, don’t be such a difficult student.” You bite back a moan at his tone, as he barely grazes your slick heat with one finger.

“Gonna punish me, Professor? Where’s your yardstick- ah!” Your legs shake now, as droplets fall off your body from the jacuzzi, as the cool air of the bathroom hits your wet skin and you shiver.

“Say sorry, Miss Brat. I can smack this nice ass all fucking night.” He does so again, right between your thighs, hitting your over heated pussy too, and you groan out at the sensation. “Pretty, slutty little student.”

“Slutty for you, Professor. Mmm.” He grabs your ass now, and you shudder as you feel his cock at your entrance, probing the inner parts of your glistening lips then, just teasing.

“If you would be a good girl, I’d make you cum again. But no. You’re a little brat.” He pulls back, and you whine, as he’s landing another smack.

“Please, Toru, I need you again. Please.” You look to him, seeing the hunger in his gaze, then he leans forward, pressing you against the counter, and you feel him shoving your thighs closed around his cock. “Toru!”

“Say sorry, brat. Say how smart I am. Oh and handsome while you’re at it.” He huffs then starts fucking between your slippery thighs, groaning and gripping your hips, just torturously teasing your pussy.

“You’re not an idiot… well you are but- never mind Toru you’re smart! Just a little silly- ah!”

“Silly huh? Well. Let me keep fucking your plush thighs, not your pussy. It’ll make me cum… oh fuck… this is all I need.” You grip the counter, only feeling the underside of his cock as he ruts into your inner thighs, that squeeze him tightly as you struggle to hold it together.

“Toru… s-sorry. Sorry. Please.” He hums, and you feel his precum smearing against your slit for just a moment, making wetness trickle out of your little hole. He groans at that, pausing.

“Soaking wet from me fucking your thighs? Not even touching your needy little pussy?” You feel tears of frustration, as you arch your ass, looking in the mirror then, seeing his reddened cheeks.

“You wanna be in my pussy. Don’t just want-ah- these thighs, do you?”

He grins at your reflection. “You cryin again, huh?”

“Fuck you, Professor .”

“You’d like me to, Student. Oh she really wants me to.” He leans forward, thrusting again and again, just barely grazing you, and he comes to grab your hair, still damp, pulling it so your head is arched.

“I said please. You’re so sadistic ugh!”

“I can cum from these thighs no problem. Feel so good.” He’s forcing you to watch in the mirror, as he mercilessly thrusts, and you want more, god you want more, you’re a whimpering mess. “So wet for me, should I give her any attention?”

“Ple-ease… Toru. Please.” You gasp when he presses his cock up, pushing the tip against your clit, and your hips buck, hands clenching the counter tightly. “Fuck, yes, please!”

“Demanding little brat. Say it, how smart I am.” You roll your eyes, then he stops, going back to your thighs. You panic.

“So smart, Satoru! Smartest… man ever. Please.” Your eyes catch his, and you pout.

“Puppy dog eyes, really?” You nod, and he sighs, stuttering his hips movements then. “Okay I’m smart and…”

“Gorgeous. Fuck!”

“And…”

“And… have a huge cock.”

“Mmm, we’re getting there.” His lips kiss down your neck, and one of his hands finds your clit then, you cry out at it, grinding shamelessly on his hand. “I like you so desperate, looking so fucking stunning, but you beg for me.”

“You’ve got… a hell of a… praise kink.” He bites your neck hard at that, and it just makes you wetter, more desperate. “Please, I need your cock in me.”

“You love this cock huh?” You don’t bother to play, you nod, struggling to press against it now, making his grip tighten around your waist. “Say it.”

“I love your cock, Toru.”

“And I love this pussy, baby.” At that he finally is back at your entrance, and you eagerly arch up, hissing when he’s nibbling that spot again, pushing past that tight little ring of muscles, moans vibrating your skin.

He’s in you again, fucking in deep, making you feel like you’re going to pass out, as he’s stroking your clit with his finger, the other hand now back in your hair, and he’s pulling on it so you’re forced to look at him in the mirror, to see his smug expression as he’s owning your body.

“T-Toru!”

“That’s it baby, you’re gonna scream my name, got it?” You nod, unable to speak then, and he starts to fuck you, hard and fast, his hips slapping against your ass, his cock hitting all the right spots, making you moan and whine and beg for more. 

He’s so deep, so intense, and then you’re just there, shattering around him, your orgasm ripping through your body quickly, making you scream, making him tighten his grip on you. “Oh Fuck… Toru!”

“That’s it, pretty, that’s it.” He urges you on, pushing down at the middle of your back, and yanking you by your hair. “Want me to fuck you until you can’t think?”

“Please, Toru… please.” He slams again, cock so deep it’s hard to handle physically, your mind is going numb, your head spinning, as he keeps pushing into you, over and over, his balls smacking your clit with each push, his weight on you as he presses you in the counter.

He tilts your head, lips a breath from yours, dominating everything you are, fuck you couldn’t think of anything . That he’s your professor, that you’re his student, that you all don’t know each other fully yet, that you’re begging him to fill you. To use you. That you are falling so deep you’ll never be able to be without him.

That was so scary.

But…

Fuck he feels good, fuck he’s pretty, his eyes swirling with desire, his breath hot on your lips, cock pressing in so deep you can’t figure out where you begin and he ends, Satoru is all your senses. His hard body, thick cock, pretty damn face, kissing you deeply then, roughly, tongue sloppily sliding against your lips, lips that burn for him, body that is wrecked for him.

“Keep saying it baby,” he whispers against your lips then. Keep saying my fucking name.”

And you do, your voice hoarse as you chant his name against his lips. “Toru. Toru. Toruu… T-Toru!”

“Yes, baby, yes. Cum all over me again. Let me fuckin feel it.” You whimper at that, your legs shaking as he’s just taking you apart, so beautifully destroyed in his arms. “That’s it, that’s it. You’re so good for me.”

“Toru I fucking… I love…” You almost say it. Almost say you love him. Have you lost your fucking mind? Have you…

He groans, holding you tight around the waist with one hand, kissing the side of your neck, his hand stroking your clit gently as he’s still buried deep, damp skin sliding against your back. “You love… what. Say it.”

“C-can’t. Can’t. Fuck… s’good… Toru!” He’s pressing you further down, cock railing you hard now, and your cunt is so slippery, as he fucks the remnants of his cum out of you, and you’re soaking wet now as you keep cumming.

“Feel so perfect, milking me for everything, fuck.” He slows his thrusts, resting his head against your back, kissing it, hands trailing down your spine, and you’re cumming so hard, so sensitive, so exhausted, you barely register anything. All you know is Satoru Gojo now. It’s all you want to know.

“Toru… s’much… I can’t… fuck!” He presses in, exhausted, gripping you in that big bruising hold, making that sexy sound from the back of his throat.

“Why do you feel so good? So perfect? Never felt… anything… like you.” He’s slowly shoving his cock against you, then pulling fully back out nearly, then again, torturously slow. “S’tight… s’good baby.”

“You’re… s’good… want you… for…” Satoru groans, leaning up and yanking your head up, kissing you, desperate, messy, greedy. “Say it… that she’s mine. This pussy. Mine.”

“It’s yours, Toru. Yours- ngh!” He’s pressing against you, flicking your clit again, and it’s too much, you’re screaming, tears pouring down your face, as he kisses you again, again.

“Fill you up again. Never-ah!” He hissed as he started twitching inside you, that thick tip leaking that precum against you. “Never… anyone… else. In you. On you. Just… me… say it.”

“Toru…” You whine, you can barely handle anymore, he picks you up and pulls you against his cock, and you almost fall, if it wasn’t for him holding you, your legs completely give out, he fucks you to the brink of losing conciousness. “Don’t want any-mnh-one. Jus’you… Toruu, please.”

“Only want you. Only you.” You’re crying more now, as his words hit your stupidly fucked brain, the one that isn’t working, and you crave them, need them.

“Love this. Love it. Love… ngh fuck!” He’s gonna fuck it out of you if he doesn’t stop, but finally, he presses in one more time.

“Filling her up. Again. Feel me up here.” He presses your lower tummy, and you whine, pathetically, as he’s kissing you, pressed over you, feeling his cock pulse inside you now, his own orgasm hitting, filling you up with his warm cum, making your pussy spasm around him. “Oh-fuck… baby.”

“Toru… Toru…” It’s like all you can say is his name, as he’s still coming, how much cum could there be? You’re just a trembling mess in his arms, he’s made you into a puddle of nothing.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect.” He whispers, kissing your shoulder, then easing up off you a bit, heart racing as he pulls out, and you feel so empty, you whine, at how sore your pussy was.

“Love.. it… mnh…” You can’t form a word properly, and Satoru helps you up, turning you to him then, and when your legs give out he catches you, holding you tight against him, his beautiful hazy blue gaze on you. You press your hands against his perfect marble chest, looking up at those perfect features, his white lashes low, eyes lidded.

He caresses your face, exhaling, and you both stand there, breaths erratic as each of you comes down from the high that was each other. “Love what?”

You’re flushed, exhausted, sweaty… you bury your face against his skin, hot and sticky from the exertions of taking you. God, that had to be the word, he took you.

“Love this. So much.” You whisper, as he sighs, snuggling you tight. “Like I knew it was going to be good, but this?”

“Fucking ridiculous. We fit so…”

“Perfect.”

“Yeah, that.” He tilts your chin up, wiping your face. “You’re so getting an A all semester.” You giggle at him then, as he helps clean you up again, and leans down between your thighs. “Oooh, beat her up.”

“Shut it!” You shove at him with your foot on his shoulder, and he just laughs a bit, taking you by the ankle, pressing your leg up and kissing it, making you sigh in bliss, as you watch this gorgeous man fawn over you.

“Pretty ankles even.” He kisses the top of your foot. “The feet even. I don’t even like them but you know, they’re cute.”

“Flattering me, hmm?” He gives you that wolfish grin, the one that lights up his handsome face, and you melt, as he kisses your thigh, then you gasp when his hot breath is on your soft tummy, kissing it.

“Tummy will be so hot filled with me.”

“It already is!” He smirks, pressing on it, eyes wildly blue, his pupils so blown out at this point it hurt to look, but it hurt so fucking good.

“And your poor little cunt.” He kisses it now, and you shiver, hips rocking as you press your ass against the counter. “Bet she hurts huh?”

“You’re a demon.” You mutter. “Ah-don’t no no!”

He’s flicking his tongue, groaning as he slides it up your slit, tasting both of you, making you nearly fall apart as the sound vibrates against you. Your hands grip his shoulders tight. “God we taste so good together.”

“We do… don’t we?” You whisper, making him look up at you, so… god is it lovingly? Can’t be… but…

He licks himself and you off your slit, popping a sloppy kiss on your puffy clit then, leaning up, planting little kisses everywhere, hands brushing against every mark you hate. Those little stretch marks you hate on your inner thighs, the little roll as you sit that smushes just a tiny bit, the little birthmark, the freckles decorating your shoulders, just touches you everywhere, kisses everywhere.

You fade into it, head lolling back, exhausted, spent, loving it, loving…

Him.

Satoru Gojo.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, as you kiss him now, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning against his hard body.

“You make me feel pretty, Satoru. Thank you.” You whisper, cupping his face, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t thank me. Thank me for making you cum so hard you can’t walk.” He says, husky, and you suck in another cry, your well fucked face staring up at him.

“I’m so sleepy, Toru. You’ve fucked all the energy out.” He laughs again, and soon you all are getting changed, you’re in little pajamas that have cute little skulls on them, he’s in a pair of bright blue boxers, nothing else. “God… don’t know if I’ll get used to your body… like art.”

“That’s so cheesy! But it's true.” He winks, and you shove at him, until he’s tickling you and you’re screaming.

“No, stop, hate it ugh!” He tickles your waist, your hips, as you laugh, and he laughs, finally relenting, and you realize he’s on top of you in the bed, and it’s night time and… 

“Ready to cuddle, baby?” You nod, eagerly, you had been unsure… were you all gonna just sleep? Or-

“I’d love to cuddle. I get hot at night though.”

“You’re always hot.” He snuggles against you, pulling your back against him, strong thighs around your plush ones, your ass against where this demon was semi hard again, arm around you, hand on a breast. “Good thing I’m cold alot.”

“That works out.” He snuggles up, throwing the soft blanket over you both, and you already can feel your eyes drooping as the adrenaline starts to fade, lulled by the steady breath against your temple, as he kisses your head.

“I’ve been waiting to get you in my arms. Snuggle you.” You turn to look up at him then, how young and cute he looks like this, with those puppy dog eyes and his pretty little smile. You brush his soft hair back.

“I’ve also wanted to. This is much better than my shitty dorm bed though, you couldn’t fit. Too tall. Too beefy.” You pinch his thick arm, and he chuckles.

“I’d break that bed huh?” You giggle again. “I’ll just fuck you on the wall, your dresser…”

“You’d break those. Flimsy.”

“We’ll find out. Have the people wondering what the knocking on their walls is, and it’s the goodie goodie getting railed.”

“Toru!” He snorts, kissing you softly, moaning contentedly.

You feel perfect in his arms, God he can’t believe you’re here, you’re real, you’re so soft, you smell so good, and you’re so…

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, and he watches those pretty cheeks tinge pink, watches those dark lashes lower over your eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Satoru.” You whisper, as you look back at him, arm reaching behind you to play with his hair, making him feel so good.

“Course I am.” You roll your pretty eyes, you seem to enjoy him being… well, him… it was like he didn’t have to pretend, like he didn’t have to put on a show. He wonders if you know that.

He wonders…

You said love didn’t you?

The way you look at him, with those glazed over eyes, so full of affection… the way your lips part and you gasped when you saw him shirtless the first time. The way your hands entwined as he… made love to you. Satoru Gojo, the man who typically does backshots and gets blow jobs (of course he likes to eat pussy) but your pussy has him insane.

He tasted you after sex, he’d just wanted to. He’d not done that before, he’d not cum in a girl unprotected three times. He usually didn’t cum in women, aside from a couple serious girls of the past. But you? Fuck he wanted to knock you up, a stupid, wild idea, that he could imagine, as he presses your soft tummy, thinking about how much he’d put in you.

He’d never cum that hard.

He had more fun pleasing you than he ever had with anyone.

You’re so precious, as you just look at him, eyes fading as sleep pulls at you, sighing, and he tastes your sweet breath, as he feels it warm against his lips. You make this little sound, a little whimper, so content, as he studies you, every bit of you, more and more precious by the second.

“Toru… you working that case-” you yawn then. “Tomorrow?”

“I am, you’re coming with me. It’s for my old friend Sukuna. God, I think it’s like his tenth divorce now.” You giggle a bit, snuggling against his shoulder now, little hands gripping the arm wrapped around you. God, your touch…

“I’d never divorce unless it was… awful. I don’t wanna give up. If I ever do get married.” He lays behind you, head on your shoulder now.

“You ever dream about it, wear wedding dresses and run around?” You shake your head.

“Didn’t live that kinda life, Toru.” He tenses.

“Oh fuck… I…”

“It’s fine, promise.” You kiss his hand, snuggling even deeper, he feels that lush ass on him, those soft breasts against his arm. God he could go again, if you weren’t clearly so fucked out. “Why, wanna marry me Toru?” You mumble, and he just laughs a little bit.

“You wish, don’t you Brat,” you just hum at that. “Why are you so sleepy with me, am I boring you little brat?”

“No… you’re comfy.” You’re comfortable with him, clearly, as you fall asleep on his arm while he drives, drooling on his jackets. But it was cute. It was sweet. He loved it, actually. “I’m s’happy, don’t wanna leave this spot.”

“You just like my cock on your ass.” You giggle, sleepy, sighing and shaking your head, your drying hair falls soft against him.

“I’m sleepy as… fuck.” He laughs.

“Too many orgasms?”

“Hush. Good night, Toru. Sweet dreams.” You lean back again, kissing him, eyes fluttered shut, with those soft lips. He sighs, kissing you back, savoring your sweet touch, how good your mouth feels.

“Good night, pretty little brat.” You smile against his lips, then turn your head back around, and you fall asleep, as his hand slides up, feeling your heartbeat steady against his palm, kissing your head again, just inhaling you, like blossoms…

“Toru, don’t leave.” You say a few moments later, and he looks at you, blinking sleep from his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. Why?” He leans over to see your brow furrowed, hands gripping him tight, you’re clearly asleep and having some… bad dream or…

“Don’t wanna lose… love… Toru.” Satoru lays there, his heart pounding in his chest, and then he hears you exhale, and in minutes there’s the faintest snore.

He’d smile at how cute it was but…

Again, that one word out of your perfect mouth, punches him in the stomach. How could that be? Sure, friends loved him… parents, another story… and women always would say that, say they loved him. Maybe they did, who knows, but he’d never really felt it. Not like the way you just exist near him and fuck, that word.

It felt so good.

He loves this, cuddling you, having been inside you, had you cumming on him, god but you’re sexy. He wants you so much it hurts. Now that he’s had you it’s a million times worse, too. This uncontrollable feeling, the one where he just constantly needs to be near you, even though it’s next to impossible for now.

For now.

Would you wait? Would you move on? He couldn’t handle it.

He can’t lose you.

“Toru…” You’re murmuring his name in your sleep, and he delicately fingers that bracelet then, smiling as he thinks to himself, he knows what charm to add to it.

He drifts off, nuzzling your neck, and falls into a deep slumber.

Some time that night, you wake up a bit and blink in the dark room, stirring in your sleep, but then you feel him, his strong arms around you, one long leg on top of you, and his chin resting on the top of your head. His long body overtakes you, but it also protects you, and you feel so… peaceful. So blissful.

You turn in his arms, and look up at him, at his pretty face as he sleeps, his full lips rested apart, his long eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes. His pale skin glints in the dark room, just the moonlight filtering through the blinds, hitting his cheekbones and highlighting them. You gently run your hand down his face, and he nuzzles it unconsciously.

Love.

You’ve never felt love. Aside from Maki, Yuta. But this?

Is this all consuming feeling, this overt affection, this need, this desire… the feeling that overwhelms you. The one that makes your heart race, chest tighten, the endless thoughts about him. About the man becoming so precious to you, even if it’s a mess, and he’s conceited, and it’s ‘wrong’ and this and that. You’ve never felt happier than being in his arms.

You brush worries away, just for now.

Instead, you brush his soft white hair, running your fingertips against his scalp, burying your face in the crook of his neck, as his arms pull you tightly against him, and he whispers your name in your ear. You tense, looking up, at his angled chin, his slightly open mouth, running a thumb across it.

Does he dream of you?

It seems mad, this whole thing. But…

When you snuggle back in his arms, you’ve never felt so good, so… at home. What was a home, really, to a girl like you?

Satoru’s arms.

Now you just wanna do anything to be able to stay.

Chapter 7

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/147159391

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”