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anadiasmount · 19 days

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ana babes, hot tub/late night in the pool w jude fic please? i’ll pay u in infinite kisses💋 (btw no pressure ofc!)

by the edge - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: above!

wc: 2.1k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa : HIIII IMY ILYSMM, i'm sooooooo incredibly late to this, it's not even funny... but it has been in my drafts and i needed to finish this 😔 so here's summer! jude despite it being over... small suggestive content but not too in-depth. this is also insta au + fic combined!!

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user21: girl bye-

username49: soft launching on his story is the bare minimum…

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username29: does anyone know who she is??

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↪️ user45: apparently she’s a business student at the university of madrid…

↪️ username86: people think it’s @ynusername but she’s private on everything so no one can clear that up

user74: oh! SHES GORGEOUS ??

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“everyone on twitter is going crazy,” recalled jude, stepping out of the doorway. “why?” you laughed quesionably, unlocking your phone to check what he meant. you were rushed to see his fans eagerly wanting to know who you were, as jude had soft launched you on his latest post. they had not expected that one bit, now they we’re piecing to see who you were.

it wasn’t anything new for you, as you had been doing that privately on your own instagram. the media knew he had a girlfriend, and jude respected your wishes to be private since it tended to be crazy hectic. yet the two of you liked to read comments late at night and see how theyre crazy theories came to light.

“he was with his girlfriend at the airport, they both arrived with hats. she was very pretty and nice as well,” you read, feeling admiration at their comment. there was very few encounters you had together but all of them were positive to say the least which you were grateful for. the last thing you wanted was to be plastered in a tabloid of you being rude or mean.

“a fan account pinned a comment earlier today, that you were a medical student and lived in norway? I never pictured it for it to get this crazy,” joked jude, hearing your laugh as you walked over to the mini bar. “do you want a drink? or would you like to share with me?” you asked, rubbing lime around the rim of the glass so you could coat with salt.

“i’ll just take some sips out of yours,” replied jude, coming behind you to wrap his arms securely around your waist, placing kisses over your shoulder. jude watched as a you made the drink, eating fruit slices from the container you had bought in the morning. “i don’t know what it is, but the fruit here is so much better than the one in spain?” you say, jude immediately agreeing with you and going off how here he had the best mango ever.

“careful, it's slippery,” jude gripped your hand and helped you get down the stairs carefully, making sure you wouldn't fall like he had done the first day here. the summer sea breeze was heavenly, reminiscing the last few days of summer with your boyfriend who seemed attached to you. jude’s second season at real madrid would start soon, and you were on your last year of uni. meaning this year would be hectic and stressful.

yet right now all you could focus on was the palm trees leaves swaing, the late night sky, and the buzz feeling from your tropical drink.

the past few days the two of you had spent exploring and having fun, taking tours around places, going ziplining, trying new foods, lots of walks along the shore, making seashell necklace and a bracelet for jude, and ending your nights like this, in the warm pool. you were grateful the place you had chosen to travel was sorta excluded from the world, being a private getaway without the media following around.

“you okay? you seemed distracted,” jude asked swimming towards you where you lifted your hand to remove the water drops from his face. his sunkissed face from the past few days. you had to force him to wear sunscreen, listening to jude nag and complain he would be fine. you knew this heat, humidity, and sun wasn't like the one in spain, easily burning in the first few seconds stepping outside.

“i don’t want to leave, like ever,” you frowned and pouted your lip, jude chuckling as he picked you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands smoothed your bareback. “i don’t picture you as a thalassophile, with your little beach bag and sun hat,” jude joked earning a confused look from you. “a what?” you asked with narrowed eyes.

“a thalassophile.”

“what even is that?” you giggled, your hand scratching the nape of his neck, as jude rested against the pool walls. “a thalassophile? it's someone who loves the ocean. for someone who claims they are the smarter one in the relationship, this is proving otherwise…” jude narrowed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours, seeing the warning look you threw at him. “as the smarter person in the relationship, i’m shocked you even know that word!” you gasp sarcastically.

“hey! leave me alone…” jude tickled you making you swarm around and swim away from him, going to the edge of the pool where he followed. “what would you do? set up a small shop and sell souvenirs?” he teased, seeing how you looked away nonchalantly. “uhm yes? but mine wouldn’t be overpriced or aesthetic shops, i would bring the culture and actual diversity. give a tiny background of my items and what not…” you shrug with a shy smile, seeing jude’s eyes never leaving yours, watching how your lashes fluttered and iris dilate.

“why are you looking at me like that? it makes me nervous, baby…” you admit with cheeks flushed, shaking your head. jude laughs and looks away, making you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. your pulse and heart racing with one simple glance from him. “does it? i didn’t know that,” he said carelessly, bringing you back into his embrace, tucking and brushing away your hair that covered your shy face.

“stop lying…” you rolled your eyes playfully, feeling jude’s warm hands as they ran your sides and thighs. “if i'm a liar, why aren't my pants on fire?” he joked terribley, his brum accent appearing more than ever, which made the two of you burst out laughing. “you and your jokes i swear… you think you're the funniest person ever,” you tease, hearing jude gasp. “maybe because i am?” defended jude.

you swam back to your drink, having to pull off from your clingy boyfriend, who complained the minute you were away. you finished it, after offering jude some, hearing the ice clink in the glass, only having the strawberry left, which you took a bite of. jude watched intensely, seeing your lips around the red fruit and leave a trail behind.

he swallowed deeply as you stepped near him, feeling your arm wrap around his shoulders, coming between his legs, your tongue licking off the extra strawberry off your top lip as you offered him some. his eyes looked up into yours, tasting the bitter yet sweet taste from the fruit as he took a bite. he stood up, towering over you as you placed the stem in the cup, your back resting on the pool.

“you're so beautiful y/n… absolutely stunning,” he whispered, seeing upon how his words had an effect on you. you traced your hands around his bare muscles, veins decorating along his arms, as his fingers tilted your chin to him, jude crashing his lips on yours. he deepens the kiss, managing to sneek his tongue into your mouth, groaning and pulling closer to him, his hand tugging you locks of hair from the back, making you let out a tiny moan.

“tastes so much better from your lips,” he whispered, yet he didn’t stop, and you didn’t want him to. this was so different, so intimate, driven by lust. jude knew all your spots, and you learned his. he knew how to bring you to the edge, the movement, the words. so it wasn't a surprise when he pulled away, pressing your hips down onto him, kissing down your jaw to your sweetspot on your neck, sucking softly making you shiver and throw your head back. “mhm jude… what if someone sees?” you say worriedly.

“they won't… we’re alone here, it's just you and me.”

you leaned down and captured his lips again, smacking his shoulder gently. “not so fast,” you giggle, feeling as he fondled with the bowtie on your bikini. jude gave you a playful smile, knowing his intentions wouldn't be so innocent. “what i wasn’t doing anything,” jude shrugged. “right cause you never do, and especially on this trip…” you eye him down.

“i just want to love and appreciate my girl.”

“you have… i think this may be our favorite trip. it's something about this place i don’t know,” you blabber off, jude listening to every word, already making a future visits for the next years to come. maybe one day bring your kids to this paradise even himself grown to love. seeing you in a new environment, with your summer glow of happiness, he could get used to it. he would drop anything, even football, just to see you this radiant. it didn’t matter if it was in the sunlight or moonlight.

“you think our kids would love this place?” jude said suddenly making your crinkle your brows. “kids? you want to have kids with me?” you say unsurely, earning a confused glance from jude who tensed up. “yes… i wouldn’t picture anyone else,” jude replied, seeing how your eyes dazed from bewilderment to jovial. “you better not, you know how i am,” you give him a look.

“trust me i know,” jude said, thinking back to the one time a girl wouldn’t get a hint he was with you, doing the upmost right in your face, flirting, touching him, following him. it didn’t help you were deep in with tequila shots, embarrassing the girl by calling her out in public. but she took the hint.

“i’m serious though y/n… i want everything and anything for you and us,” confessed jude, pecking your lips where you turned away shyly once again. “you don’t know the amount of times i think about our future. what were doing 5 years from now, our home, kids, hell pets even! i know you seriously want a cat, i’m willing to do whatever it is to see you smiling always…” he continued, your gazed bored into each other, as in a way of sealing this moment for eternity.

“when you won the champions league that night, do you remember what i said to you?” you ask, seeing jude think about it, and by seeing his face you knew he was bound to say something silly. “i was really drunk that night, so i don’t recal much,” jude taunted, earning another gentle slap on his shoulder from you.

“be serious!” you threatened with a huge grin.

“if you’re recalling when you promised a lifetime with me, confessed your love, and promised me that you’d stick with me forever? that you knew it was a complete different world when i was in it? that you wanted to continue making memories with me, no matter the sacrifices?” jude recalled, watching how your eyes became teary. “yes. i remember it all.”

you sniffed while also giggling, kissing jude deeply and messily once again. you notice how jude’s breathing accelerated, tugging you closer to him and keeping you steady, making you sigh in content. “i’ll never get tired of kissing you,” you admit, kissing his nose and a tiny mole he had at the end of his brow, as jude then twirled you both around, hearing the squeal of excitement escape your lips.

“so about our babies-”

“babies?”

“yes babies. i want more than 2 kids,” jude said with a huge smile, seeing how you gave him a look. “we’ll have one first and then see,” you state, seeing jude shake his head. “nuh uh, i’m not having that, especially when i heard you say to your best friends you would give me 6 kids when we met that night,” jude said smirking when he knew he had caught you.

“YOU DID NOT HEAR THAT? OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY HEARD THAT?”

the rest of the night, you and jude counted the stars, he even made another drink where he repeatedly insisted he wanted to repeat the kiss you once had. you even played those silly pool games where you threw a item in the pool and one of you had to find and retrieve it, a game of 2 truths and 1 lie, and recalling your earliest memories you could think of.

towards the end of the night you sat on the edge of the pool, watching jude do some laps before he swam up to you. you clenched your legs together, when feeling his lips trail kisses up your thighs, forcing you to open them so he could continue on the inside of them. “what are you doing?” you shakily say, seeing jude look up to you as he placed a final kiss on a tiny scar you had.

“nothing…” jude murmured, pulling you closer to him, where you now realized how this night would end. but you didn’t complain, because you wanted him that desperately too. showing him just how much you needed and wanted him. jude didn’t fight it either, having a taste by the pool side, to then carrying you into you room where he continued to show you, prove to you how special you were.

“gonna take care of you, you deserve it angelito mio.”

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judeballingham: living life it's fullest along with you mi angelito divino 🤍

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ynusername: still thinking how sunburnt you got...

vinijr: no invite?

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jobebellingham: literally why

↪️ judebellingham: why not?

spottedcelebrity: HARD LAUNCH? IS EVERYONE BREATHING OKAY?

↪️ ynusername: no.

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judebellingham: strawberry kissed.

judebellingham: you're so sexy, i'm so in love with you.

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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what’s yours is mine (1/?)

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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse, rating may change with every update.)

“Ito Saya, reporting in for your daily broadcast. In a noteworthy shift, Omegas are increasingly finding more employment opportunities in positions of power. With a positive trend towards reduced oppression of—“

You’re averse to this sort of thing. A folly, something you can barely care about as your eyes squint at big words floating around the screen, a pretty lady holding papers and looking all serious and… Boring. TV shows are supposed to be fun, supposed to be playing that anime you had been waiting all week to see, supposed to be… Interesting so that you can feel less alone.

You definitely don’t want some silly lady on the screen talking about— Those things that you can barely understand. Why do they always talk so much? A picture could probably end their entire long spiels in seconds.

Your nose scrunches, your fingers cupping your chin like those TV characters did when they were thinking really hard. So why don’t they just use pictures? They’re more colourful and tell you stuff faster, won’t they? It’s not your fault that the TV station people are always so inefficient.

(It’s the television’s fault isn’t it? Definitely, right? Mama always did tell you it was a little old.)

Or maybe it’s because you don’t know a lot of things.

You’re 4, staring up at the glowing screen of your all too old television, sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor in this wide, wide room that was a little too empty for your liking. Your nose picks up on the scent of coffee, ears barely picking up on a clink of porcelain against a cheap wooden coaster. Mama circles things in newspapers, the gliding of her red marker against the sheet attracting your attention to the focused look in her eyes, the furrow of her brows, the way she just held that pen so elegantly…

(Your Mama is so much prettier than the lady on the TV.)

You like it when she’s focused like that, so serious-looking! This must be the pinnacle of a hard worker. Brains… And beety? Or whatever you heard some other old man on the TV used to cheer about.

So you decide you don’t wanna watch anymore, Getting up onto your small feet and barely catching yourself before you topple over, toddling over to your Mama with socks padding against the wooden floors.

You’re soon taking decisive peeks at your all too focused mother, watching over her shoulder in silence to let her focus. There should be a reason why she’s so serious, right?

Maybe it’s something fun? Something exciting? That’s why she’s so focused on it— right?

“J…Ob list…ings open…” Your eyes are narrowed, licking over your lips to wet them as you take another deep breath in. “Mini—um, ex-peer-i-sense?”

You can see the red marker coming to a halt, her sweet chuckle perhaps to humor you, to acknowledge your attempt. Patting your head when she turns her head around, and a smile upon her face as she smooths over the fabric of her skirt, as you feel yourself being lifted and plopped gently into the warm confines of her lap.

“That was a nice try, sweetie.” Her eyes meet yours when you take the decisive move to lean back, a ruffle of your hair and your quiet giggle as the short relief of her attention leaves you, though not without sating your curiosity. “Mama’s looking for a job.”

You know what that is. It’s for adults to make money, disappear for hours in a day and only come back super, super late at night.

(You think your father had one. Or… Did he really?)

And it means they spend all that time in a place nowhere close to their home or cute, adorable, obedient daughters either.

“Does that mean you can’t stay home with me anymore, Mama?” You’re still leaning back into her chest, staring up at her chin from your position as you bring yourself impossibly closer to her, the calm smell of vanilla and honey in your nostrils making you all warm and fuzzy, calm and happy.

(You always liked it when she smelled like this.)

“Maybe, sweetie.” She pulls away briefly to tap the end of the marker against your nose. “But Mama will be able to buy you more delicious food,” She pauses to smile so sweetly down at you, a pinch to your cheek. “And finally get you some toys.”

Toys. You realize that you don’t have any toys. At least— You couldn’t bring any of your toys with you when your mother had so urgently scooped you up into her arms in the dead of the night, a luggage rolling behind her as your nose picks up on an urgent, intruding scent of sour milk and rotting flowers, your senses spiked with uncertainty and fear as you soundlessly drink in the last sight of your old home for those few seconds before the darkness ate it all away.

You remember boarding 1 train, 2 trains, 3 trains… You lost count after that. Only simply remembering getting pulled along, Mama’s soft whispering and cooing promises that this is for the best, that your Papa won’t be able to follow you here, that you’ll be happier than ever. You remember her scent, less rigid, less frightened but still steeped in misplaced excitement. Like a fragrant scent of calm that beckoned you to follow and imitate.

You remember living in small apartments, tiny, squeezy and virtually no space. You remember how sickly, horridly sweet Mama’s scent was, caked in perfume when she rushes out every night for her job at the local izakaya. Her uniform always a little messed up in her haste before she leaves your dinner usually already in your hands as you slurp on ramen or eat another scoop of curry rice.

She would pat your head as you offer her a bite, giving you a smile before she tells you to be good, several locks clicking into place when she closes the door behind her.

It wasn’t much, wasn’t the most fun you’ve ever had in your life, but it was comfortable. You were happy with that simple life with her. But one day, you heard jangling at the front door, you hear hurried, panicked movements, smell sour fear despite the thick odour of perfume as your Mama hurriedly slams the door shut behind her, cold sweat on her as she hugs you close, buries her face into your hair.

You don’t like it when she’s like this.

You remember a man with a scent so different from your father come knocking at your door for weeks on end, gradually changing from slow knocks to furious banging on the metal with a rough pleads begging that he won’t hurt your mother, that she was beautiful, the she was—

That’s how you ended up here now. It’s been at least a year since then. And only about a month since you moved in.

(You think. You’re not really good at telling time yet.)

“Mama, I don’t need toys.” It’s not like you don’t want them, you just don’t need them. A lesson taught to you by more pretty ladies on the TV screen, you’ve also stopped by many a toy store only to see too many zeroes on price tags, and it’s been steeled in your mind that you just don’t need them. Not when you have Mama to play together with now that she’s smiling so much more.

So you’re adamant on not wanting any.

“Is that so, darling?” You feel a mindless pinch to your cheek as she circles another paragraph of words. “Then how are you going to keep yourself from getting bored when I’m not around?”

Now that has you in a slight dilemma, your hands freezing in place from where they had been twirling with her hair. You blink once, and again when you quietly see her marker tap against the paper, as if awaiting your thoughts as your eyes start to dart all over the room.

(She makes really good points. Too good. As expected of your Mama.)

The television? No. Mama would tell you too much is bad for your eyes. The pillows you both use for your futons? No. You’ll probably dirty it and make more work for her. Your eyes silently trail over to the window, sun shining through the panes and onto the floor as a glowing thought arises.

“I can just play outside.”

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Be careful what you wish for, as they say.

An amused chuckle from Mama as she pushes you towards the door, nimble fingers excitedly doing up the straps of your old sandals and arming you with a couple of handmade cookies, a pat on your head and parting words of;

“Don’t wander anywhere past the playground, don’t follow anyone strange, be back by sunset and make some friends.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that you’ll go play outside.

“Honey, I know it’s only been so long since we’ve moved here.” She’s clears her throat, a cloth being gently rubbed against your face to help get rid of any stray rice grains. “But,” She sucks in a breath, a rise and fall of her chest as you blink at her.

“Have you…” She has to take another breath in. Does she have breathing problems—

“Made any friends yet?”

Oh.

The answer is no. Your go-to counter being, ‘I don’t go outside, so how can I make any?’ as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as you give her a smile.

(This isn’t something you’re meant to be proud of.)

And all she’ll give you is winced smile, ruffling your hair and saying that there was no rush. That you’ll get your chance. That you’re the sweetest kid there was. That she has faith in you and wants you to work hard!

But it’s not like it’s as easy as your capable mother makes it sound, and not like you wanted to be out here, anyway. You think the sun is too hot, that there aren’t enough clouds, that the wind isn’t picking up enough, the cicadas are too loud, that you need water—

And that you need to stop complaining so much.

You’re kicking at the path, a long stick in your hands poking at the ground beneath you, cookies pinched between your fingers as you wander and wonder. You can make friends. Surely, you can. That’s what the the cookies are for, right?

Other kids your age should love cookies. You sure do, and you’re Mama’s number 1 fan when it comes to her baking.

(Or her… Anything, really.)

So… You know her inside out, you swear you do. You love her, she loves you, she makes good food and she wants you to make friends, come back with no cookies and a new bond forged.

(Anyone would do, right?)

But you don’t see any kids, the playground you just arrived at deserted and empty. It looks sleek, almost as if it were brand new. Dark wood and galvanized steel, it was so… Clean. So untouched. Yet nobody was here? Your shoulders slump forwards in mild disappointment, yet your heart thrills at the thought of being able to have the whole place to yourself. Alone.

Well, choosers can’t be beggars… Or was it the other way around? Either way, it’s not like Mama would know if you ate them both yourself.

——

So you find yourself sat down comfortably within the top of the little hut housing the slide, your feet splayed out in front of you as you prepare to take a bite. You feel the straps of your sandals relax against your feet, a slight breeze picking up despite the shade you had hidden under. Perfect. This was perfect—

“Are those cookies?”

You can feel your shoulders jump in shock, fear pulling at your heartstrings and a startle nearly making you drop your precious dessert. So much for a peaceful time. You have to physically lurch yourself back before any harm was done to your food. Just who do they think they are? To just come up to you and—

A flurry of white snow and icicles of frost. But you’re pretty sure the summer heat is still beating down, the cicadas are still singing, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Yet the one before you defies all of that. He had an aura about him, a commanding curiosity. And he does definitely—

“Look weird.”

His eyes widen for just that fraction of a second, before he furrows his brows, the long sleeves of the firefly kimono swaying when he crosses his arms in rebuttal.

“You’re weirder.”

You blink maybe twice. Once in surprise, and the other to really blink back into reality. He must’ve heard your thoughts.

“I didn’t. Ya just said it out loud, weirdo.”

Oh. You have to say your sorries, then. Mama didn’t raise you to be rude.

“This is my playground.” Your eyes catch a glimmer of the wara zori his feet donned. They were too neat, too well put together. “Nobody else is allowed in.” His tone sounds so proper, his pronunciation so abnormally clear, especially for someone who looks your age.

“Oh.” You didn’t know that. Though to be fair, you don’t know a lot of things. “Sorry. I didn’t know playgrounds can be owned…”

“That’s only for poor people.” You hear the tap of his shoes against pressure treated wood. “If more people were like me, they’d have their own playgrounds too.”

“Oh. Sorry then.” You really are. You just thought playgrounds were a place for every kid…

“S’that all you can say?” You can see the shine of iridescent blue, making use of his standing height to belittle and threaten your sitting position. He makes himself look big, makes the glimmer in his eye turn into one of malice and impatience. It twists his features, turns them into something rugged and rough and uncomfortable.

And you think it’s such a waste of the cute face he has.

“Sorry.” To his Mama who gave him such a nice looking profile, and to him, you guess. You don’t really know if you should be apologizing, don’t really know if what you’re doing is right.

(But apologising has always worked. It felt right to you.)

And you think he’s satisfied now.

He harrumphs, unfolding his hands. “Some old lady put me on a sweets ban.” He settles down next to you, pushing you aside to make space for himself as he plops down, and you notice the shifting of the pretty blue fabric he donned matching perfectly with the crystal blue of his eyes. You notice the print quality being one so clear and vivid, despite the simple design. That’s a really nice kimono. “So I can’t eat anymore for the rest of the month.”

(He really is cute.)

“But since you’re trespassing on my playground,” He holds a dainty, porcelain hand out, a small twitch of his fingers that itch for your compliance. “I’m charging you cookies for it.” He’s smiling now. A proud, smug grin with the upturn of his eyes into crescents.

”It’s okay for me to eat ‘em cause it’s tax.”

He’s kind of irritating, but… Anyone would do, right?

You swallow the lump you weren’t aware of in your throat, the sweat that you didn’t know that was starting to form on your hand. You think you have an idea. A good one, at that.

“Okay,” You produce the other packaging. “But you have to promise to be my friend.”

Now it’s his turn to blink at you in utter confusion.

“Are you—“ His eyebrows furrow deeper than before, his smile dissipating into this confused frown. His eyes scrutinize and watch you closely, as if he was scouring your every breath, your every movement to uncover something that just wasn’t there.

“Being serious?”

Why… Wouldn’t you be? The way you just blink back at him, waiting on him to continue only to be met with glaring silence… Is there something on your face? Is there a bug you didn’t see crawling in your hair?

Or maybe he just wants the cookie.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Your hand is warm as they grip his wrist, gently dropping the wrinkled plastic onto his hand with a tilt of your head and eyes that flick up to meet his. It’s innocent, genuine, even. Frightfully so. The way you smile with nothing else, the way your intent was shown upon your very sleeve.

Nothing. He garners absolutely nothing from you. Your hands feel too warm, the chocolate chips within the cookie already look like they were melting, sweat is starting to stick your hair to your skin— And he thinks it doesn’t get anymore real than this.

“Okay.”

Oh, good. He agreed. You have a friend now, and it makes your heart squeeze with just that bit of excitement, of joy. It felt like you were swinging too high off the ground, felt like you were going to be swept off your feet.

It felt good. Maybe you should make more friends.

“Do the thing with me.” His pinky is held out, pushed into your face. “Ya gotta promise me something too. That’s how promises work.”

Is that how it works? You didn’t know that either.

“Yeah.” It isn’t. “That’s how it works here, you dunno that cause you’re new.”

Well… Okay then. “What’s the promise?”

You see his lips curl up, his eyes sparkling with something unknown as you begin to stick your own pinky out. “You’re already my friend, right?”

You nod.

“Good.” There’s a smugness to his face now. “So you can’t be friends with other kids from this neighbourhood. That’s betrayal to me.”

You catch a whiff of something spicy, hot. As if it were burning you to the very edges of your body— Before it disappears completely, as if it were never there. He makes sense, to you at least, and it sounds… Fair enough, you guess.

Your pinky wraps tight around his, in spite of how foreboding and suffocating his hold feels. Your nose picks up on the scent of fabric cleaner, the scent of summer weighing heavy on your nose in this moment. You see blue and white, see oranges and pink light starting to envelop his hand from where the sun had begun to set, making his hand glow as your promise becomes sealed in this very moment forward.

“Hey,” His eyes still don’t leave the way your fingers were intertwined with each other. “Which house do you live in?”

(“I’m forgiven for coming in here without permission, right?” Your hands are stained with sticky chocolate that you’re trying to dab off with your dry handkerchief, bits of crumbs littering your lips.

“Ya can come here whenever you want now.” He wipes the remnants of soft biscuit and gooey chocolate off with a dismissive sleeve.

“That’s such a waste of a pretty kimono…”)

——

Even when your pinkies have lost their binding to each other, you still find his hand holding onto yours, adamant on them being intertwined as he huffs in annoyance at your stare.

“I’m only leadin’ ya back cause I wanna see your house.”

You give him that owlish stare again. The blank one that looks like you don’t have a thought passing through your head at all. “Okay,” You smile again.

“What’s your name, by the way?”

It’s a dismissive question, one that had only just occurred to you. You’re far more interested in watching the way the sun casted your shadows together on the concrete pavement, how your silhouettes gave you a sense of weird unity. Having a friend feels really nice, you think.

You take a glance at him when he takes too long to reply, catching an icy cold gaze that contrasted the warmth of your hands conjoined.

“You first.” Well, if he insists, you guess. It’s just your name.

“(last name) (name).” You’re pretty sure you got the pronunciation right.

“Gojo… Satoru.” You can hear him hold his breath as his name leaves his lips, his voice ever steady and confident, though with a tinge of hesitance. As if he expects something, as if he wants it to be over and done with.

It never comes. Only a confused tilt of your head as you keep staring at him like he was the crazy one in this situation.

And you can see his face change into one of disbelief, one that barely tilts over the edge of what you can only describe as ‘shocked relief’. Maybe he is as weird as he looks. Does he have some sort of weird complex? You can swear you’ve heard about it on TV before. Or maybe he just has really bad comedic timing? You can at least compliment him.

“You’re funny, Satoru-san.” Because he’s genuinely making you smile now.

“I didn’t give you permission to call me by my name.”

“Oh.” You thought friends were allowed to be on first name basis immediately. Were you wrong about friendships afterall? You stare at the ground for a little longer than needed as punishment for yourself, “Sorry, Gojo-s—“

“I didn’t give you permission to call me by my last name either.” His hand squeezes yours ever tighter in small retaliation, his face turned away from yours to hide the way he was starting to grow red with rapid embarrassment.

(You can still see the tips of his ears burning red.)

Now you’re just confused. A scratch of your head as you try to think a little bit harder.

“…do I just call you friend, then?” And you can hear him stifle a snort.

“You’re really weird.” He squeezes your palm again. “Lose the honourifics, weirdo.”

(“So, Gojo…?” You test the waters again. You see his eyes stare off to the side in thought for just that one moment before they flick back to meet your gaze.

“Satoru.”)

“My house is that one,” Your small fingers point towards the horizon, a quaint, unassuming home coming into sight. “You have to walk 3 houses down from the playground.”

You stop before the front. Trying to loosen your grip only to feel his hand tighten significantly around yours.

“Satoru.” You call his name when he’s seemingly lost in thought, his eyes staring blankly at your humble home. It almost looked as if he hasn’t seen one before. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh.” Is he copying you now?

“Don’t you need to go back home? Your Mama would be mad if you’re late, wouldn’t she?” You probe a little more in efforts to snap him out of his trance, poking at his squishy face to get his attention.

But to no avail.

He doesn’t say anything, his head only turning to the side to stare you straight in the eye as you await. You see how pinks and blues are practically reflecting off of those crystalline optics, the sky reflected in them as they shine with a certain warmth.

“Can I come by tomorrow?”

——

A small knock at your front door early into the morning, when the sun had barely risen and the skies were still painted in shades of night blue.

To be specific, it was 6:00 AM. Your Mama was startled as she sipped coffee in the kitchen, you hear her shuffling downstairs, hear the clatter of the very few kitchenware you had as you begin to stir from your sleep, your brain flaring into overdrive as you try to sniff out the air— Trying to capture whiffs of that rancid scent that you hate so much—

Nothing. Nothing but the growing smell of rotting flowers that sends jitters down your spine. It worries you, sends you into a panic as you practically trip over yourself to run downstairs, disregarding any of the instructions of hiding away in the closet like your Mama had taught you beforehand. You have to check— Have to see if she’s okay—

The door is already open.

“Is (name) home?” He’s the first to talk, eyes flicking back and forth between the slightly open door and the dim light from within your home and your sleepy mother.

Mama only blinks down at him, her phone on speed-dial to the police releasing its tense grip as her shoulders visibly slump forward. Her scent calming from the initial flare up as she opens the door just that little more to allow her full view of Gojo Satoru standing before your home accompanied solely by a pretty lady dressed in a simple kimono.

“Yes… She is—“

“Good morning, (last name)-sama.” A low bow that takes your mother by surprise. “Our young master has scheduled a playdate with your daughter for today.”

“I— Um, heard, yes. But I certainly didn’t expect it to be this early—“ Your Mama shifts in place a little uncomfortably, taking note of how the sun had yet to rise, how the street lamps were still alight.

“We apologize for the disturbance.” The servant girl swoops down into another polite bow, head low and hands holding out a neatly wrapped gift before her. “These are snacks to show our gratitude for hosting this event. Young Master Gojo was looking forward to this arrangement, and had made preparations to come as early as possible.”

What an… Interesting child.

“As I am not allowed to accompany him inside due to his request, please also take this number with you, (last name)-sama. Do not hesitate to call us if anything arises. I will arrive to pick him up when he wishes to go.”

“Ah, um… Thank you…” The box feels heavy in your Mama’s hands as you tug on her pajamas from behind, peeking out slightly once you hear the door close.

“Gojo-kun… Was it?” She has to blink a few times to really get a good look at the snowy-haired boy.

“How did you say your friend looked again?” She’s picking up a dumpling with her chopsticks, gently laying the food onto your plate as you continue to chew in humming delight.

Your training chopsticks are clacking against each other as you smile up at her, all toothy grin and happy glow.

“He’s really cute.”

She figures it checks out, the doll-like, porcelain features of his face, the shiny blue eyes and his silky looking hair. He doesn’t say anything, furrowed brows and curiosity in his eyes as he scrutinizes her too, the air starting to still just that little bit when he nods at her in greeting.

As if he was acknowledging her… And as if he didn’t know how else to react.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She leans down to shake his hand, noticing the softness of his skin, the grip of his hand. “And thank you for the gift.”

You pop out from hiding behind your Mama’s legs, blinking at how his clothing had switched from the pretty kimono yesterday— To a simple shirt and shorts.

“Satoru.” You smile only slightly, your voice dimmed with the raspiness of just waking up, waving your hand in greeting. “You’re not wearing your pretty clothes anymore.”

Mama watches, watches how his gaze had been fixated on you the moment you appeared, how he’s waiting—

“I’ll leave you both to it, then.” A ruffle of your hair as you let out a quiet giggle. “Make sure to wash up and brush your teeth.”

“Okay.”

And when she’s out of sight, her footsteps disappearing down the hallway— He starts to speak more.

“Your house is tiny.” Small. Inferior. Almost unlivable. He swears he’s seen servant quarters bigger than this as he kicks his sneakers off by the genkan, dusting himself of imaginary dust as he climbs up the step, his hand somehow finding yours with almost scary accuracy.

Is it? You always felt that it was too big. Always having too much space that you didn’t know what to do with.

“I think it’s nice.” You can feel yourself squeezing his palm with gentle self-assurance, leading him up the stairs and into the bedroom where your futon still laid upon the ground messily.

He sees darkness, hears the soft pads of your socks against tatami mats. Smells the faintest scent of honey within this room.

He stares. Silently, quietly. At the hadakake of your futon, at the thinner blanket that your Mama had taken out to deal with the sweltering heat of summer, at the overall state of the room.

“Are you poor?” You blink at him when he lays down next to you on his side, the softness of the bedding making your body feel heavy and sleepy, feeling a bit too lazy to want to keep the comfy sheets away.

“No.” Your whisper is quiet, soft. As if you were slowly fading away into sleep. “I have enough.” And he knows you’re telling the truth when you just give him a sleepy smile, a yawn escaping your lips as you cuddle against your pillow, eyes losing focus and turning the sight of your friend into a bleary blue and white.

”So I’m happy with just this.”

And he thinks you’ve really gone crazy.

“Good morning, Satoru…” Because you’re pretty sure you have yet to say it, as weird as it is when you’re in the midst of falling asleep.

“…morning.”

He’s fun to be around.

——

A couple weeks have passed, the same days of Satoru coming around to knock at your door too early in the morning, your sleep-deprived Mama getting the door and letting him in—

Only to end with both you and him sleeping in on your futon until early afternoon, when you both awaken only to play… Whatever, really. The playground, drawing at home, building pillow forts…

Mama tells you she doesn’t mind if he wants to come over, doesn’t mind if Satoru wants to play with you so often when she’s off to work. She tells you what really matters is what you want, that its up to you if you want him to come over this often, that it’s your choice to play with him.

(Mama described him once as ‘clingy’. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s good. You have a friend. Your only friend.)

So you told him to only come once every 2 days, that you think too much interaction may ruin your alone time with Mama… Only to be met with a pout and eyes that teetered almost on watery even as you pat his head and apologise.

He still listened to you, though. Despite the glare to the side and the very evident pout on his face everytime he realises he doesn’t get to see you the next day—

Though, as of recently, Satoru had been the last thing on your mind. Your eyes taking interest in and stuck onto the house next door instead. It’s always been empty, more barren than your own. But it’s gotten ‘renovated’ as your Mama said, the walls losing their dull shade and obtaining a new shine, the boarded windows replaced with shiny, clear glass.

It looked really nice.

“Stop staring at the ugly house and look at me insteaddddddd!” Ever selfish, ever vying and whining for you to give him your undivided attention.

“(nameeeeeeeeeeee).”

“It’s not ugly, though.” You think it looks quaint, looks prettier than your own. “It looks pretty.” You’re curious what kind of people are gonna live there. Are they gonna be an old couple like how Satoru always claims? Maybe it’ll be a nice middle aged lady who likes to share her pickled vegetable dishes?

You just hope they’re nice.

“How much do you think it costs to rent-uh-vate?” Your stare is still pointed at the house next door, your window directly facing one of their rooms as you stare with curious intensity.

He narrows his eyes at the view of the empty rooms, the windows that still lacked curtains and the blank white of their freshly painted walls.

“Not much, I’m pretty sure.”

Probably not much in his terms, anyway.

“Mama said she thinks they’re gonna move in today.”

“Really? Then let’s watch ‘em later then.” He lets out a huff as he rolls around your floor, watching you settle down cross-legged next to him as he makes a grab for you. “I don’t wanna play at the playground t’day.”

“Oh. Okay then, let’s play the cards you brought then—“ Your words die on your lips, body reeling back to the window at the telltale beep of a horn, the loud rumbling of a truck starting to pull into the street just mere meters away from you.

And that has the both of you clambering up to the window, his hand holding yours to ensure you don’t fall as you both squeeze to stand on the same stool, hands pressed up against the glass as your cheeks squish against each other in hopes of getting a view of what these people will look like.

“If it’s not an old couple, can we play on the swing today?”

“Y’er on.”

Your eyes watch the dark blue Toyota pull in close behind, your heart starting to race in palpitating beats that make you think you’re gonna be sick.

“Looks cheap.” Satoru’s still as snarky as ever.

The passenger door swings open, mesmerizing you with the sight of someone new, someone unfamiliar; a stranger that you’ve never seen before. Your gaze is stuck, unable to leave the features that capture your mind first—

Black hair and purple eyes.

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zephyrchama · 7 months

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Post Masterlist

(*not currently being updated because this post won't let me add any more links. Am looking for a workaround and will hopefully update it shortly!)

Headcanons and Silly Ideas List

Groupchat without MC High Pitched Noises When the HoL is too dirty Angrily using their full titles MC and alcohol MC's schedule Mammon's Nightmare Levi's Room Password Satan and Goncharov Sneezing Solomon in Nightbringer but based on WandaVision Brothers & Long haired MC Outside their Comfort Zones Soap Cursing False Eyelashes Chin on Palm Challenge Diavolo's Events Morning Routine Fasting MC April Fool's Sleeping in the HoL's shared space Luke learns slang Different Tastes Unnoticed :D Jobs Fridge Art Hatsuharu Belphegor Fall in love again

Cursed Chips Overly Expectant Asmo Asserting Dominance Mammon's First Grimm MC and periods Reluctant Thirteen Lucifer's Portrait Mammon's Wallet Would Lucifer still love you as a worm? Welcome Home Hugs Your foot feels hot Waking Mammon Up RAD's Uniforms Confident Levi Your Favorite Song House of Lamentation MC's Phone Background Laundry Master Something on Beel's face Diavolo's Pen Pal Barbatos' purse Language (Lucifer & Mammon) Satan & non-booksmart MC

On Your Shoulder MC on a sports team Movie with Mammon Asmo's MC scarf Beel & Grated Cheese Hand Holding (Barbatos) Belphegor's wake-up call Sweaty Beelzebub Demon Sayings Hand holding is magic (Solomon) "Whatcha got there, Satan?" Necklace (Mammon & Lucifer) Lucifer Charging Station Can't be trusted in MC's house (+ Diavolo's part two) 6 o'clock (Beelzebub) Do you know where your human exchange student is? Inhuman Abilities (Luke) Barbatos' Birthday Invites

Mini Fics

From Sheep to Human Free Massage Tickets Movie Night with Diavolo and Barbatos Church Wedding Back cracking Lap Pillow (Mammon and Belphegor) Rushed April Fools Day 2024 piece (boop) Levi needs a break Is Simeon's fridge running? Paper cut (Satan) Punching Bag Going Away The Cuddle Pile Knowing Everything Water Wrinkles A New Game Hide & Seek Sunshine (Mammon, Levi, Belphegor) Late Night Activities (Lucifer) The Most Popular Book The Problem with Naps (Belphegor) Dark Past Barbatos Birthday

Ask Requests (that I've gotten to so far)

Wasp fear Vampire MC A crumb of Leviathan fluff Follow-up to MC with Periods Birthday

Info about the blog owner:

Hi! I've very recently gotten into writing and wanted to give it a chance, in vague hopes of writing an original story some day. I've been playing Obey Me! since literally the day the OG was released. I don't read much fanfic or do fandom stuff much at all, but it seemed fun and I wanted to try getting closer to the fandom. I am a hardcore cosplayer so whenever a convention is coming up this blog will get slow as I focus on sewing. I'm close to 30 years old, I'm ace which is why this blog has suggestive content but won't really get more intense than that. My asks are open but expect a really slow response because I am so shy hkgahkj. I take requests but no guarantee I'll write them, or it may take several months. Am also very open to constructive critique! Thanks for reading.

#now that I have some time and more than 5 posts I made a masterlist! I'll keep it updated after each post. or at least try to.#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons

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biteyoubiteme · 3 months

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masterlist + rules

MDNI!! 18+ ONLY! ageless and blank blogs dni

requests : closed hard hours: open soft hours: open

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ im cam, 22, she/her, i dont bite but i want to >:p

˗ˏˋ most recent: I make it sticky like wc: 1.2k (yeonjun) [NSFW] most popular: pretty boy; bloody nose wc: 4k (bangchan) [NSFW] personal favs: movie date wc: 3.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] redlightdesign wc: 5.2k (hyunjin) [NSFW] currently working on ˎˊ˗

mini kinktober txt event! [dumdums m.list]

txt

yeonjun ‎♡‧₊˚

busy signal wc: 4.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: yeonjuns away on a trip and sends you a suggestive photo leaving you needing the help of your other boyfriend kai to take care of you. fit check wc: 3k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: yeonjun buys you some new clothes and wants you to try them on for him and huening. wake up call wc: 1.39k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: Yeonjun and kai wake you up after they've been out. movie date wc:3.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: you're too scared to go to bed after you watch a scary movie with your boyfriends. melon float wc: 1.9k (float event) [NSFW] synopsis: a picnic in the park is always fun with your boyfriend apologize wc: 1.7k (request) [NSFW] synopsis: you do have to say sorry when you hurt feelings. I make it sticky like wc: 1.2k [NSFW] synopsis: you decide to ditch condoms.

soobin ♡‧₊˚

7 minutes wc: 1.7k (soogyu x reader request) [NSFW] synopsis: you play seven minutes in heaven with your boyfriend and his roommate beomgyu. strawberry float wc: 1.28k (float event) [NSFW] synopsis: who cares if anyone hears you two? you haven't had space all week until now perfect practice wc: 800 (drabble) [NSFW]

beomgyu ♡‧₊˚

7 minutes wc: 1.7k (soogyu x reader request) [NSFW] synopsis: you play seven minutes in heaven with your boyfriend and his roommate beomgyu. cola float wc: 2k (float event) [NSFW] synopsis: 'just one more game,' only you can't wait for it to be over

taehyun ♡‧₊˚

orange float wc: 1.7k (float event) [NSFW] synopsis: teasing your boyfriend all night isnt always a good idea but sometimes it is

hueningkai ♡‧₊˚

busy signal wc: 4.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: yeonjuns away on a trip and sends you a suggestive photo leaving you needing the help of your other boyfriend kai to take care of you. fit check wc: 3k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: yeonjun buys you some new clothes and wants you to try them on for him and huening. wake up call wc: 1.39k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: Yeonjun and kai wake you up after they've been out. movie date wc:3.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] synopsis: you're too scared to go to bed after you watch a scary movie with your boyfriends. blueberry float wc: 1.83k (float event) [NSFW] synopsis: you get carried away after a day on the beach with your surfer boyfriend

events ♡‧₊˚

whatever floats your boat (summertime event)

dumdums (kinktober 24’)

stray kids

bangchan ♡‧₊˚

am/pm wc: 7.4k [NSFW] synopsis: you start your new job at a book cafe and start falling for your coworker. pretty boy; bloody nose wc: 4k [NSFW] synopsis: you're a doctor at a hospital where Chan comes after a fight. late shift wc: 3.77k (request) [NSFW] synopsis: you and your virgin coworker Chan share a bed.

hyunjin ♡‧₊˚

redlightdesign wc: 5.2k [NSFW] synopsis: you get tattooed by your favorite tattoo artist.

han ♡‧₊˚

study break wc: 2k (request) [NSFW] synopsis: you take a study break with your boyfriend.

jeongin ♡‧₊˚

blind date wc:2.8k (request) [NSFW] synopsis: your friend invites you on a double date only your date doesnt talk to you all night.

rules:

-not all asks and requests will be answered or responded to. it will take me time to answer asks please do not ask when something will be written or when i will get to your ask if i even get to it. check out my wips post to see updates! -minors and ageless blogs should not mess with my blog! please have your age visible somewhere on your account! I will not add ageless blogs to my taglist! -i only write for txt and straykids. pls do not ask me to write memberxmember i write throuple content but only what IM comfortable with!! i do not write male!reader sorry i only have experience writing fem!reader. - i will not write for piss/shit/puke kinks, no incest/stepcest/fauxcest, no underage idols, no illegal or huge agegaps, no age play, no self harm/eating disorders, no mommy kinks, and no anal/fisting, no idolxidol

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landograndprix · 9 months

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part xvi

✧.* you disappeared from the face of the earth for a couple of months for reasons and while your life is looking amazing to the outside, you've been going through it.

✧.* happy new year babies ❤️ theres a lil' times skip here — tag list is closed, follow @landonfourlibrary to be notified for updates :)

✧.* prev part - next part

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norrizz I KNEW IT!!!!

cecilemoulin never been more excited about anything before 😍

bott_ass I am in fact speechless (in a good way)

charles_leclerc congratulations you guys!

sharl16 another baby for Charles to obsess over 😂

norry4 and y'all were convinced they broke up..I knew they were up to something 😂

mclaren baby mclaren 👶🏻🧡

carlossainz55 congrats! ❤️

chilisainz alexa play that should be me by Justin Bieber

hamilt44n a siblings just for me? 🥺

lanlan y'all sleeping on the last picture, this baby is already acting like a menace 😭

y/nluv ma'am this is more than just breaking your arm and having some complications 💀

landonorris ❤️❤️❤️

carlandooo dilf lando

y/nlandooo so happy for y'all but are we all going to ignore milou in y/n her likes 😭

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piastripastry thank you for adopting oscar, it means a lot 🥺

norry4 never screamed so hard when I saw you pop up on my TV 😭

y/nlandooo living that wag life like you should

landonorris wrong hat..

oscarpiastri not really

y/nusername no

norrizz mom and dad fighting about the kids already 💀

leclerc_16 Charles smelling babies from miles away and trying to convert them to ferrari kids like usual..

yukisan milou hiding in the likes again

oscarpiastri 👍

y/nusername seat robber

landoscar lmfao stop 🤣

mrlandonorrizz aw lando and his parents 🥺

cecilemoulin friend sees cat, friend needs to stop, friend needs to take a picture

bott_ass did she take this one home too?

y/nusername wasn't allowed to take it home, had a good cry about it 😔

bott_ass why'd they mistreat a pregnant woman like that? :(

carlandooo so happy to see you back on the grid 🥰

maxfewtrell what's your man trying to do in that last picture?

y/nusername trying to feel important

cecilemoulin happy to see the step stool is used in public too

landonorris thanks guys

julieeeexo is it national bully lando day? 😂

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maxfewtrell can't believe we're getting a second version of lando in a couple of weeks..

sharl16 the bullying just multiplied

carlandooo tripled, y/n bullies max as much as lando does 😂

hamilt44n how far along are you actually?

norrizz my babies are growing up so fast 😭

bott_ass boy mom y/n? Makes sense!

norry4 a mini lando? 😭

landonorris I'm always right

y/nusername boy i never said you were wrong..

yukisan kids no fighting pls :(

landonorris 💙💙💙

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y/nusername vegas with the lads

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chilisainz oscar night out with his parents 🥰

norry4 someone tell milou to fuck off, she's dead to all of us..

yukisan fuck off @.milouberger

carlito55 be gone @.milouberger

norstappenn you're gonna get married here right? RIGHT?! 👀

fewtrelllando a couple of besties on their night out 😭

bott_ass super happy you're becoming a mom but I'm sad we don't get to see you drive in Vegas :(

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Weaseling in

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader (Neuvillette x Iseai'd!Reader x Wriothesley)

Summary: The men left to grab some food while you stay back and wait for them to return. When they return, they see that you're not alone. The two strangers from Fontaine are chatting you up— only they recognize the two strangers with familiar faces from the last time you got lost in Fontaine.

Note: This is a late post since I was supposed to post it last night, I delayed/postponed it due to my brother and his fiancee convincing me to play a drinking game. Spoiler: it didn't end well for me— I got drunk, and everything went back up ;v; But fear not, I am here with the update! This is a mini-fic since I'm on vacation right now and can't type long fics. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of

Word Count: 3.7k

It was supposed to be a fun trip to the City of Justice between you and your lovely twenty-five boyfriends. The twenty-six of you were supposed to enjoy the beautiful land ruled by the Hydro Archon. But, of course, the lovely day was ruined by two natives of Fontaine. The very same natives who helped you traverse around the City of Justice, the same people who kept you company while you were running around like a headless fowl, searching high and low for your beloved twenty-five boyfriends in the city run by the Hydro Archon.

Your twenty-five boyfriends went to get something to eat and drink, telling you to stay in one spot and not to move until they returned. That is what you did! You stayed where the men told you to stay because they did not want the incident from a few weeks ago to happen again. The moment the men returned to the spot where they had left you, they saw you conversing with the same two men that kept you company before you had a full-blown emotional breakdown.

Itto groans, throwing his head back. “Great. It’s those guys again,” Itto grumbles, glaring at the two men standing before you.

Childe points at the black-haired man with silver streaks and the other man with silver hair and blue streaks. “Why are they talking to [Y/N]?” Childe asks, tempted to drop everything in his hands and storm toward the three of you.

Scaramouche shrugs. “To heck if I know. They seem to be enjoying whatever conversation they’re having,” Scaramouche interjects, clutching the bag of food with a tight fist.

You’re giggling at something they said while the black-haired man and silver-haired man gaze at you with obvious heart eyes. You, however, glance around the City of Justice while chattering about something your twenty-five boyfriends can’t make out. Sweet, sweet, [Y/N]. So painfully oblivious to the heart eyes the two men before you are giving you.

“Is it just me, or is the sun brighter now that you’re in Fontaine?” Wriothesley asks, leaning against the wall with a suave smile.

You stare at Wriothesley cluelessly before giggling and looking away. “Isn’t the sun always bright? How is it brighter now that I’m here?” You ask.

Neuvillette clears his throat and nudges Wriothesley with his elbow, smiling at you politely. At the same time, Wriothesley stares at you with his mouth agape at your obliviousness. “Ignore his comment, [Y/N]. What brings you here to Fontaine? Are you, perhaps, here to visit us?” Neuvillette asks, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles delicately without breaking eye contact.

You gulp as heat rushes to your cheeks at the gesture. “Well, my boyfriends and I are visiting Fontaine to familiarize ourselves with the City of Justice! I have a feeling we’ll be visiting the region frequently,” you reply, nodding confidently.

Neuvillette drops your hand while he and Wriothesley gaze at you with shock and surprise. Neuvillette is the first person to fix his composure—fixing his clothes and clearing his throat. Wriothesley, on the other hand, pouts and crosses his arms over his chest after being reminded that you’re, unfortunately, taken.

“You didn’t get lost again, did you? If so, we’d be happy to show you around the City of Justice. We weren’t able to show you around much last time,” says Neuvillette, smiling at you charmingly.

You gulp. You are okay with having Neuvillette, and Wriothesley show you around the City of Justice. However, given the last time, your twenty-five boyfriends have butted heads with Neuvillette and Wriothesley— well, Childe and Itto butted heads with Neuvillette and Wriothesley, not the other twenty-three— you're a tad bit hesitant on letting the two men before you give a tour around the beautiful city ruled by the Hydro Archon. Childe and Itto are... possessive men. Well, they're the ones that aren't afraid to show how possessive they are of you. Most of the time, you don't mind it one bit unless it gets out of hand, of course.

"Hmmm... I can see the hesitation," Wriothesley says, propping his hands on his hips while narrowing his eyes at you.

You sigh. "I don't mind having you give a tour around the City of Justice! However, I'm not here alone, and I'm waiting for my beloveds to return with food," you said, turning around to search for your twenty-five boyfriends.

When you and Al Haitham lock gazes, your eyes light up, and you wave them over excitedly. How can they be upset with you when this is your reaction to seeing them after they left to get something to eat? Your excitement is too cute! Plus, what's there to be worried about when your whole world is the beloved men approaching you with take-outs in their hands? You bounce on the balls of your feet, waving at them excitedly before launching yourself at the nearest person.

Zhongli catches you with ease and chuckles, rubbing the top of your head affectionately before placing you on the ground. You wrap your arms around Zhongli's waist with a big smile before running to each person to hug them. It took a while to get to every person, but you successfully hugged each person!

"Who are your friends?" Zhongli asks, raising his eyebrows at the Fontaine natives.

You clear your throat, shuffling over to Neuvillette and Wriothesley, doing jazz hands after gesturing to the two tall men. "My loves, meet Neuvillette and Wriothesley! I'm sure we did the introductions already," you murmur, tapping your chin. "Right?" You ask, cocking your head to the side.

Dainsleif smiles and nods, gesturing you to come over. You walk toward the blond man, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. "Do you want to eat now? The food is going to get cold the more we wait," says Dainsielf, holding up the take-out bag for your to see.

You smile widely and nod. "Yes, please! My growling stomach was starting to bother me!" You say. You turn to the two men and clasp your hands in front of you. "Would you two like to join us for lunch?"

The two men look at you with surprise while your boyfriends look away and sulk without you looking. It would be rude to walk away and not invite the two men with you, now would it? Plus, it'd be nice to have two natives of Fontaine to give you and your beloved boyfriends a tour around the City of Justice! Granted, you know there will be tension between Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Itto, and Childe. Still, you're praying to the seven Archons that they will be on their best behaviors and try not to attack one another when you have your backs turned toward them.

"Uh, we weren't expecting guests to join us on our lunch in Fontaine, but I guess it's fine as long as you're okay with it," Diluc murmurs, stroking his chin.

You smile widely and turn toward the other men, bouncing on the balls of your feet while waiting for their response. Dear, Archons. How could they say no to that precious face of yours? The look of excitement and anticipation is apparent on your face. You remind them of a child with a sugar high. It's adorable but makes it hard for them to say no when you're excited to have new people joining the twenty-six of you for lunch.

"If it's okay with the others, then it's fine with me. I don't mind having people join us for lunch," Albedo replies calmly, nodding.

Kazuha hums, tapping his foot on the ground. "While we don't mind having them join us for lunch, we did order enough for the twenty-six of us. Unless they don't mind buying their food?" Kazuha asks, looking over at Neuvillette and Wriothesley.

After Kazuha said that, you look at the take-out bags the men have in their hands and arms. To you, it seems enough to feed an army. Considering your beloved boyfriends do have big appetites, it doesn't surprise you that breakfast, lunch, and dinner look like a feast for an entire kingdom. Okay, maybe you're exaggerating on that last bit. Still, it's enough to feed a family of five in a medium-sized village.

Wriothesley throws his hands in the air before pointing at your beloved boyfriends. "That's enough to feed a small village!" Wriothesley turns to you, brushing his hair back. "How about I take you somewhere nice? Picnics are nice, but I believe lunch would be better indoors, under comfortable lighting with an amazing view." He smirks and winks at you.

You hum, pursing your lips while contemplating Wriothesley's proposition.

Kaeya places his hand on your shoulder, turning you toward him. "You're not thinking about his deal, are you? Those two can join us. However, they're not allowed to snatch you up for themselves!" Kaeya says, glaring at Wriothesley and Neuvillette.

You stare at Kaeya. The man is visibly pouting while giving you puppy dog eyes (eye?). You can't help but giggle and wrap your arms around Kaeya's slim waist, pressing your ears against his chest. Kaeya sighs dramatically, wrapping both arms around your body, and rests his cheek on your head, making sure to be facing Neuvillette and Wriothesley just to smirk at them victoriously.

"Kaeya, there's nothing to worry about! Plus, don't you think it'd be nice to have more friends from another region?" You ask, peeking up at Kaeya.

Xiao huffs from behind Kaeya. "Four regions are enough. We don't need to add any more people to the group," Xiao grumbles to Gorou, who nods reluctantly.

Venti snickers, leaning toward Xiao. "You know, even if you say that, more people will join no matter what. You said that last time when we stopped at Inazuma and Sumeru," Venti whispers, nudging the Yaksha with a teasing grin.

Xiao scowls at Venti, crossing his arms over his chest. You turn to the two men and trot to them, stopping before them while lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet. So far, you didn't hear a no! Besides, Xiao's answer doesn't count because he was replying to something else, not the question about whether Wriothesley and Neuvillette can join or not.

"So? Will you two be joining us for lunch, Neuvillette and Wriothesley?" You ask, anticipating their response.

If you had a tail, it would be wagging incredibly fast. Neuvillette and Wriothesley look at one another and then at the twenty-five men behind you. How could they say no to that face? Plus, it would be rude to turn down a lunch invitation from you.

Aether clears his throat. "You two should make your decision quickly. I'm starting to get hungry, and I don't want the food to be cold the minute we start eating," Aether comments, propping his hands on his hip while clutching the take-out bag with the other.

Neuvillette hums, stroking his chin. "If that's the case, then we will join you," Neuvillette says, nodding.

You cheer, grab Neuvillette and Wriothesley by the wrists, and pull toward the large building. The twenty-five men remain in their spots, watching you drag Neuvillette and Wriothesley toward an unknown direction. Al Haitham sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Does [Y/N] know where we'll be having the picnic for lunch?" Tighnari whispers, his ears twitching atop his head with curiosity.

Kaveh sighs, propping his hands on his hips. "It doesn't seem like it. We didn't really tell them where the picnic is being held," Kaveh replies.

The twenty-five men continue to watch you drag Neuvillette and Wwriothesley to the center of the City of Justice. They watch you stop in your tracks before slowly making your way toward them with a sheepish smile. At the same time, Neuvillette and Wriothesley allow you to drag them from place to place. You stop in front of your beloved boyfriends, releasing the two Fontaine natives' wrists.

You clear your throat. "Uh... hehe... Where are we having the picnic for lunch again? I don't think either of you told me where lunch is going to be exactly," you tuck your hair behind your ear.

Ayato smiles. "We were going to show you where, but you ran off with your two new friends without even thinking about us, your boyfriends," Ayato teases, reaching forward and gently pinching your cheek.

Neuvillette crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh? And does this place have a beautiful scenery of the City of Justice?" Neuvillette asks, raising his eyebrows at Ayato.

Ayato frowns at Neuvillette, mimicking Neuvillette's actions by crossing his arms over his chest. You look at Neuvillette curiously. Neuvillette smiles and strokes your hair. Your beloved boyfriends frown at the silver-haired man's actions. For someone who doesn't know you, Neuvillette is quite brave— especially when he's stroking your hair in front of your boyfriends' eyes.

Cyno hums, staring at Neuvillette and Wriothesley blankly. "Well, since you seem to be challenging Lord Ayato's picnic option, what place do you have in mind?" Cyno asks.

Wriothesley grins. "Oh! I think I know what place Monsieur Neuvillette is referring to!" Wriothesley exclaims, propping his arm on the refined gentleman's shoulders.

You and your twenty-five boyfriends look at Wriothesley and Neuvillette curiously. Neuvillette and Wriothesley gesture for the twenty-six of you to follow them. The two men from Fontaine grab you by your wrist to have you walk beside them while they tell you more about Fontaine.

Al Haitham drags out a sigh. "These two men are starting to test my patience," Al Haitham mutters, rubbing his temples.

"Now you know how I feel when I hear you talk," Kaveh interjects nonchalantly.

Al Haitham glares at Kaveh before Gorou lets out an exasperated sigh, grabbing the two men by their ears and dragging them after you, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley. Kaveh cries out and yells at Gorou to release him as the General continues to drag Al Haitham and Kaveh by the ears. The twenty-two men follow, shaking their heads with amusement.

Upon arriving at the location Neuvillette and Wriothesley vaguely implied prior, you can't help but gasp in awe. There are concrete steps on the steep hills leading toward a medium-sized gazebo with blue flowers wrapping and weaving through the intricate designs. Small and medium-sized blue rose bushes are lined up along the sides of the pavilion.

"Wow," you whisper in awe.

Heizou hums, stroking his chin. "They weren't wrong about the view. It's breathtaking," Heizou says, gazing out toward the view of the City of Justice.

"The view is nice and all, but we should start eating, or else the food is going to get cold," Thoma comments, placing his bag on the glass table in the middle of the gazebo.

Lunch was nothing but awkward, needless to say. The entire time everyone was eating, each person was trying to get your attention. Your beloved boyfriends weren't pleased with Neuvillette and Wriothesley diverting your attention to them. You didn't have time to speak before one person cuts off the one that's speaking to you.

"What do you think of the food?" Pantalone asks, scooping the food onto the plate.

You hum. "It's really good! It's nice to try something new, you know?" You ask, wiping your lips with the paper napkin.

Wriothesley props his arm on the table, smiling at you sweetly. "I bet the food in Fontaine is better than the other regions, huh?" Wriothesley asks, ignoring the glares the men are giving him.

You purse your lips and tap on your chin. While the food in Fontaine is delicious, you can't immediately consider it better than the dishes in other regions. So, you decide to leave Wriothesley's question unanswered and continue to eat the food in front of you while your boyfriends glare at the black-haired man. While you're eating, Neuvillette reaches across, grabs you by your chin, and tilts your head up. You stare at Neuvillette as he stares at this particular area on your face.

"Hm? Is there something on my face?" You ask, wiping around your face with the napkin.

Neuvillette chuckles and wipes the corner of your lips with his thumb. "Yes, but you missed it," he murmurs.

Gorou clears his throat, grabbing your and Neuvillette's attention. "After this, do you want to walk around with me and enjoy the scenery?" Gorou asks, propping his arm on the table.

Neuvillette and Wriothesley chuckles. "How kind of you to ask us to join, but we're not interested," Wriothesley says, brushing his bangs away from his face.

"He wasn't talking to you two," Pierro rolls his eyes, dabbing his lips with the napkin. "I find it strange to insert yourselves into conversations that have nothing to do with you." Pierro chuckles bitterly.

Neuvillette and Wriothesley roll their eyes at Pierro's comment before proceeding on what they were doing: flirting shamelessly with you while you finish your food. You're not oblivious to your boyfriends flirting with you. However, you're oblivious when it comes to other people flirting with you. The way people flirt with you is different from how your boyfriends would do it, and for some reason, no matter how obvious these people try to be, it flies over your head.

Dottore peeks from the gazebo, watching you, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley lean against the railing. "What do you think they're talking about?" Dottore asks, narrowing his eyes.

"I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care. As long as they don't get handsy with [Y/N] and as long as they know [Y/N] is out of reach," Capitano replies gruffly.

Neuvillette plucks the flower from the flower bush and hands them to you. You grab the flower and twirl it by the stems, admiring its beauty. The flower is really pretty. Maybe you should plant a flower bush at the abode around the estate.

"The flower is beautiful, but they're not nearly as beautiful as you," Wriothesley says, resting his chin on the palm of his hands while smiling at you.

You smile and continue to admire the flower. "I don't think you should be comparing me to a flower, Wriothesley," you said under your breath.

Neuvillette sighs, rubbing the back of his neck before having you turn toward him. You gaze at Neuvillette, continuing to twirl the flower between your thumb and index finger. Neuvillette grabs your chin and strokes your cheek. You clear your throat, placing your hand over his to stop his movement. Neuvillette releases your chin and slowly puts his hands down.

"You're right. We shouldn't be comparing you to a flower," Neuvillette murmurs, "because your beauty outshines the flower. It's incomparable."

You gulp as heat rushes to your face. You've been complimented plenty of times by your twenty-five boyfriends, and no matter how many times they have done it, you can never get used to it. Compliments coming from people other than your boyfriends are something you never expect. Usually, the compliments are vague and would be a passing comment such as, 'You look pretty today!' or 'I love the clothes you're wearing! Where did you get them?' But the compliments from Neuvillette and Wriothesley are bolder and brave.

You say their flirting with you is brave because they're brave enough to flirt and compliment you in front of your boyfriends. You know they're watching you, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley the entire time. You find it amusing but adorable because you have never seen them jealous before. And even if your twenty-five boyfriends were to express their jealousy, they try to be inconspicuous about it.

There's a faint sound of glass shattering, pulling your attention away from Neuvillette. You see Capitano dust his hands nonchalantly. You see shattered wine glass on the freshly cut grass in front of Capitano's feet.

"Capitano...." you sigh, walking from Neuvillette and Wriothesley toward the Harbinger. "You're not hurt, are you?"

Capitano huffs, looking away from you and letting you take his hands into yours. "I'm not hurt. A glass cup can't harm someone like me," Capitano mutters.

You pause and blink at Capitano. Capitano sounds like he's pouting. You press your lips into a thin line and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your ear against his chest.

"Are you pouting?" You tease.

Capitano hesitates and looks at you. You have this shit-eating grin on your face, and you're batting your eyelashes at him. Capitano doesn't reply, only huffs in response, and looks away again. It's a good thing he's wearing a helmet, or else you'll see how flustered he became.

"Oh, yeah. He's pouting. This is my first time seeing Capitano like this," Childe laughs, standing beside Capitano and propping his arm on the Harbinger's shoulder.

Scaramouche lets out an exasperated sigh. "Can you blame him? It's unbearable to see someone try to flirt with your significant other while you're present," Scaramouche grumbles, looking at Neuvillette and Wriothesley from the corner of his eyes.

"If they want to flirt with [Y/N] shamelessly, then they can get in line with the rest of us," Itto says, propping his hands on his hips while pointing his nose up in the air with a loud huff.

Aether stares at the Oni, blinking at him before looking at everyone else.

Heizou clears his throat. "But we're dating [Y/N]. Are you implying that Neuvillette and Wriothesley should join [Y/N]'s not-so-small harem?" asks Heizou.

Itto shrugs, turning to look at the two approaching men. "They might as well join it. I'm in the mood to bully a person or two," Itto chuckles, popping his knuckles.

Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets after hearing Itto's comment. It wasn't the bullying comment— it was the comment about how Neuvillette and Wriothesley might as well join your harem of pretty and handsome men. It's strange to you because Itto is almost as possessive as Childe, but he's willing to let Neuvillette and Wriothesley date you as well?

"I'm down for it. I can use a target practice or two," Childe says, rubbing his hands together with a smirk.

Wriothesley and Neuvillette roll their eyes. "As if we'd let you two win," Wriothesley smirks.

You watch Childe and Itto throw their arms around Wriothesley and Nevillette's shoulders, guiding them to where the other men are standing. Heizou, Aether, Capitano, and Scaramouche all sighed simultaneously. It looks like an addition to the harem wouldn't hurt now, would it?

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denpa-dere · 1 year

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house arrest 2

afab!mc x levi

description: NSFW, you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Levi is fun to pick on.

warnings: breeding kink, afab reader with she/her pronouns, dom!reader, mild degradation and manipulative behavior, all in good fun.

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) || Satan || Diavolo (mini) ||

“Welcome home, Master~!”

Your saccharine taunt was a bucket of ice water dumped over Levi’s head. He shrieked, clamping a hand down over his mouth about half a beat too late.

“W-what are you doing!?” The demon spluttered. He had been gone for less than fifteen minutes and returned to find you draped comfortably over his gaming chair, tapping away at your DDD as if you hadn't just caused him to jump out of his skin.

"Terror World update. Needed to use your computer to check it out. I let myself in," Your response was matter-of-fact.

"No!" Levi yelped, slamming the door behind him, "What are you doing here right now!?"

You don't even look up when you point lazily at the glowing monitor, "I just told you. Terror World. You have the only gaming PC. You left your door open."

Levi's heart hammered in his chest. This was bad. It was bad enough you had successfully launched a sneak attack and captured his base's flag, but you weren't even taking it seriously. A cold sweat coated his palms. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, frozen to the spot.

"Relax, Levi," You sighed, flashing him a sympathetic smile, "I’m on house arrest, not quarantine. One round, maybe two, to see the new content and I'm gone, I promise!"

Levi covered his face and groaned dramatically. You were so cute when you were excited about games, he couldn't take it.

"Fine! Fine!" He conceded, throwing his hands up. He fell into the bean bag chair on the floor next to you, folding in on himself instinctively.

“Besides," You said, leaning over to check the game's progress, "I'm not worried about being around you. You're different from your brothers."

Levi glanced up at you, then away, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were faster.

"Some of them can be such perverts."

A trap sprang shut.

Oh. So that's how it was. He was going to die here.

It was clear (to all except maybe Levi himself) that you had a soft spot for Leviathan. You bantered easily back and forth, knowing exactly what buttons to press to fluster him, how far to push your teasing before pulling back and fluffing up his ego. It was intoxicating, if he was honest. Sometimes he wondered if you knew how many nights he’d spent laying in his tub, staring into space, rolling those moments over in his mind.

By now, you had pivoted subjects, but sounded too far away for him to follow. Bitter envy built up like bile in his throat. Mammon's near-instantaneous caving to his baser instincts had rewarded him in spades, as far as Levi was concerned. You had given yourself over to him freely, though the third-born doubted you would have made the same choice if he were the first to visit you. Scummy as Mammon was, you two shared a special bond.

So, why were you here?

You were resting your forehead on your folded hands, looking at him out of the corner of your eye, smiling fondly. The eye contact made him jump.

“What’s it like?” You asked, pinning him with your gaze. He averted his eyes to a distant corner.

“I don’t know what you mean,” He said airily.

"Like, what's so different about me? Lucifer explained a little, but nothing specific," You turned to face him so there was no escape, "So, what's it like?"

Levi felt like his head was going to explode, "You can't just ask me stuff like that!"

"Why not?" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, "I thought we were friends."

"We are friends! It's just-" It was just that every single second you lingered, your presence became more and more overwhelming. That by the teasing lilt to your voice, you had immediately plucked his poorly-hidden excitement out of the air and were now holding him under a microscope.

You rose, then crouched in front of him, skirt creeping up your thighs, and took one of his trembling hands in yours. He hoped against hope it wasn't as clammy as he feared.

"It's embarrassing for me, too," You admitted, gently uncurling his fist. You slid your palm against his, taking a moment to appreciate their size difference.

You threaded your fingers together, "It's kind of scary when everyone knows something you don't."

It was a critical hit. Levi swallowed heavily. His head was swimming.

"You, ah, you smell different. Not bad! Good, actually– s-sorry that's weird. Ugh, it's hard to explain!" He stammered, mouth dry, face on fire. His eyes shot from your joined hands, to you, then back, "... I-it's like you're calling me. I don't know if it's like that for everyone."

You were so close. This was too much. Levi needed to create some distance, get some fresh air, take a cold shower, anything before he said something he'd really regret.

"Thank you for being honest with me," You said, giving his hand a quick squeeze. The computer pinged.

"Ah! It's done!" You cheered. You sprung to your feet and stumbled forward. Levi had not released the grip tethering you together.

He knew he should.

"I was just thinking…" The words seemed to rattle out on their own.

You looked pretty in the blue light.

"You could give me a reward, you know, for my hard work…" By the end of the sentence, he was so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

You sank to your knees with an expression that made him feel like a prey animal.

"Of course," You cooed, taken in by his vulnerability, "What would you like?"

Horrified by his own boldness but enthralled by your reaction to it, Levi felt the spreading heat in his body building to untenable levels. He couldn't look at you, he was going to overflow.

"Um, well, ah-" He squeaked when you rested your hands on his thighs to still his nervous leg-bouncing.

"Should I choose for you?" You offered. He nodded.

You crawled into the demon's lap and hummed thoughtfully, ignoring his clear internal panic. Levi lolled his head back to stare up at the ceiling. He hovered his hands off your body, just over your waist, afraid that one wrong move would send you running.

But you persisted. You poked and prodded at him like a delicate specimen, humming again in thought. You were overwhelming his senses, seeping into him like a drug. Were you doing this on purpose? You had told him before that he was fun to pick on, but this…

"What if," You said, tilting his head towards his left shoulder, "I kissed you here?" You lightly rapped your index finger against his jugular, as if prepping the vein. Moments away from hyperventilating, Levi grunted in affirmation.

"Okay, okay," You laughed, leaning into his chest. The way your body molded so easily against his wasn't fair. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and, for a moment, did nothing but let him squirm under your breath.

"Otsukaresama deshita," You cheekily thanked him for his hard work before placing a few open-mouthed kisses onto his exposed skin.

"Nn-!" His body jerked reflexively. You squeezed your thighs around his to encourage him to stay still, even though you knew it was a losing battle. He craned his neck to give you better access that you rewarded with a light graze of your teeth. Levi whimpered and you paused.

No no no- why were you stopping? Was it because he grabbed you? Was it the noise? Did you feel it? You must have. He waited for your rejection with baited breath..

You gave an experimental roll of your hips that sent him reeling. He could feel you grinning against his neck, dragging your lips slowly up to his ear.

"Pervert."

The word cut through him, but the way you nipped at his earlobe made him dizzy. You kept rocking your hips, rubbing against his clothed cock, slow torture.

"When you found out about Mammon, I could feel it in our pact," You tangled a hand in his hair and gave it a small tug, "You were jealous."

"No," It was humiliating how much his denial came out sounding like a moan. Your movements were relentless, pulling adorable noise after noise out of the powerful demon beneath you.

"Liar. Do you know what I think?" You asked, kissing along his jawline, "I think you left your door open on purpose."

Was he really that obvious?

Precum was beginning to soak through his underwear, warm and sticky. Of course he had been just as affected as any of them. As much as it pained him to admit, he had been a part of the scuffle for your attention. While Asmo had gotten to pull you from the fray and Mammon had tried to take you for himself, Levi was left to lick his wounds alone. Left to his own devices, still feeling your pull, he thought of the red string of fate and whether there may be one connecting the two of you.

It led to you being here, didn't it? Sitting pretty in his lap, pretense fading behind glassy eyes as you got lost in sensation. Your teasing turned into cute, needy whines that made him throb. You needed him. So, it would be okay if he took things further, right?

Levi kissed you gingerly, still unsure of himself despite everything, heart racing. You melted against him, eager to accept any affection he would give you. He moaned into your mouth when you palmed him through his sweatpants. He was so hard it was bordering on painful.

You slipped a finger under his waistband and peered up at him through heavy lashes, suddenly a little sheepish, "Is this okay?"

Why were you so fucking cute? He wiggled his hips to help you free him from the damp fabric of his sweats. Only a thin strip of cloth remained between the two of you under your skirt. It was kind of dirty, he thought, knowing he was smearing pre all over your inner thighs but not being able to see it.

Resting his hands on your hips, Levi arched against you, wanting to hear you cry for him again. You bit your lip and moved with him, pushing against his chest for leverage, using his body to chase your own high as the coil in your core wound tighter. There was a part of him that wanted you to keep him like this– a well-loved toy to be played with at your leisure.

When the coil snapped, you snatched him up by the shirt collar and pulled him into a messy kiss, pleasurable spasms ripping through your body. You whimpered his name against his lips and it was all he could do to not combust. He needed to hear you say it again. You grinded against him until you were spent, then collapsed against his chest, feeling boneless.

Just as suddenly as things had started, they stopped. You disentangled your limbs and stood. Levi reached for you, dumbfounded, grasping at air.

"Here," You reached under your skirt, pulling your soaked panties around your ankles before balling them up and tossing them at him, "Your reward."

He fumbled to catch them, "What are you-?"

"We're even now," You waved, heading towards the door.

"W-wait where-"

"Come find me when you're ready to be serious," You taunted him. You couldn't look back, knowing his wet orange eyes and confused, reddened face would crumble your resolve.

You slipped through the door and were gone. Levi sank back into the bean bag, now left with only the aquarium's hum and computer fans buzzing for company, Terror World long since forgotten. What were you playing at? He wondered, unfolding his satin-y prize. This felt like psychological warfare.

He lifted the garment to his nose and inhaled deeply, soothing his aching cock with a few slow pumps. Knowing he'd be fucking his fist tonight instead of you was infuriating, especially with a gifted reminder of your body in heat.

He wouldn't let you win so easily next time.

#obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #levi x reader #leviathan x reader #x reader

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cutecinnamon · 6 months

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Concurrence III

{ Concurrence III: "A Date" • Levi x Reader }

CW: ⊹₊ Pregnancy ⊹₊ This is honestly Fluff ⊹₊ A Date with Levi ⊹₊

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Note: Please read "Concurrence I and II" first since this is all a part of a series in order to avoid confusion for the story, you can check my Masterlist pinned at my profile for the links ♡

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:dividers by: @cafekitsune

Synopsis:

(y/n) started to experience having cravings, Levi decides to take her out on "A Date" since it was their rest day from their duties in the survey corps. At the end of the day, Levi gives her a small gift.

PART III

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You were greeted by colorful shops and mini stands consisting of various items and food.

The place was honestly peaceful, despite a lot of people walking and rumaging at certain product displays, compared to the scene of your comrades being barely alive after an expedition and the sight of crimson colored blood, which you already got used to that even haunted your dreams at night.

You were walking alongside the Captain, as he still kept the same expression on his face, but despite that you can't help but appreciate him taking you out since it was both your rest day from your duties at the survey corps,

You then remembered the reason why he took you here when you inhaled the aroma of grilled fish, topped with soy sauce as you both made your way to the little restaurant.

Your new found need of fulfilling your cravings.

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You were then reminded of the events that happened a few hours prior to your so called "date" with the Captain.

You woke up feeling hungry, you were already around two months into your pregnancy.

By the time you got out of bed which was a bit late than usual given that it was both of your day off, you saw Levi reading a book while drinking his tea, he was currently sitting on his chair next to the round table,

To be honest, it was like his usual spot for drinking tea and reading a book, kind off like a relaxing area for him.

"Good Morning, Captain Levi." You greeted Levi, still a bit sluggish as you let out a small yawn.

"Morning Brat." He responded with his usual monotone voice, still not looking at you, his attention still at his book and tea.

After greeting him a simple "Good Morning", you then took a scrunchie tying your hair up into a messy bun, as you proceeded towards the sink to wash your face.

Afterwards, you went and took your sit at the round table, across Levi.

The Captain looks at you before he spoke,

"Aren't you going to eat? You do know its not advisable for a pregnant woman to just sit around with an empty stomach." He asked with a hint of strictness.

"Captain... there is honestly something I want to ask..." you hesitantly said while fidgeting with your fingers.

Levi noticed your body language and the way you were gently fidgeting with your fingers, making him notice you were somewhat nervous or hesitant to ask him for something.

Levi sighs before he spoke, "Do you need something Brat? And feel free to say so its not like I'd bite." He said, this time you noticed that he really did try his best to soften his tone a bit than the usual.

You look at him nervously again, contemplating.

Throughout your entire life, it was honestly the first time you felt a very strong urge to eat something specific that you're taste buds are screaming at you for.

You grew up fending for yourself, without really the luxury of getting everything you wanted so small cravings were something you got used to ignoring.

But this one was different, it was like your gut was screaming at you to go and get that specific meal you were craving for.

Damn this pregnancy cravings. You thought to yourself while looking at your Captain.

despite the nonchalant expression he had on his face, you can tell he was a bit concerned and his interest was perked to what you wanted to say.

"I... I don't want to burden you bu-" before you can finish your statement he cuts you off,

"How many times do I have to say and make you understand that you're not a burden?" Levi asked, you can tell that he was getting a bit annoyed despite his calm looking demanor.

You sighed, before deciding to speak up.

"I... I'm craving for something..." you mumbled quietly, almost inaudible making him frown a bit.

"Pardon?" Levi asked, you knew that he had a bit of temper issues and you can tell his patience was wearing thin but he tries.

"I'm craving..." you repeated, this time more audible.

Levi looks at you for a few seconds, before he responds.

Is this the so called "pregnancy cravings?"

You just nod, clearly still hesitant of even opening your thoughts about the meal you're craving for.

Levi sighs, closing his book and placing it down at the round table, he then empties his cup of tea as he proceeded to the sink to wash it.

You just remained sitted not sure if you annoyed the Captain which was the last thing you wanted.

After washing his cup, Levi looks at you and he spoke.

"What are you waiting for Brat? Move your lazy ass and change your clothes." He stated a bit annoyed you haven't moved from your sit.

"Huh?" You looked at him clearly confused.

Levi sighs again, "Don't just sit there and hurry up, we don't want to keep the baby waiting for food now, do we?" He asked, still the same monotone but you swore his gaze was softer.

For a moment Levi saw light in your eyes, there was a hint of sparkle to it, a hint of life.

Ever since the whole incident happened, you became more aloof and the light in your Doe shaped eyes slowly lost its glint of hope.

Levi noticed it, despite you not knowing, he was honestly paying attention to the small details of you.

You noticed how his gaze softened even more while he stares at you, without realizing it was your expression that caused it.

You immediately went to change your clothes, Levi was wearing a simple white long sleeve polo with his usual black pants and belt.

While looking inside the wooden closet, you saw your white puff sleeve milkmaid dress with a few soft blue dainty floral embroidery and lace details at the hem of the skirt, you decided to go for that also adding a finishing touch of white ribbon at your hair.

You then went towards the Captain who was already at the door, he was patiently waiting for you while running his fingers through his raven black hair, the strands falling neatly at his forehead.

Levi noticed your presence and looks at you, he didn't say anything but you can tell by the way he was looking at you that he did liked it

You gave him a small smile and nod as you followed him out of your shared quarters.

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Going back to the present, you were now sitted inside the restaurant, waiting for the food Levi ordered.

While walking earlier, he managed to make you speak about the food you were craving for which was grilled fish topped with soy sauce.

You then looked at Levi who was sitting across you.

You decided to speak in order to break the silence.

"Captain, are you sure its alright if we eat here? It honestly looks a bit pricey..." you asked Levi softly in an almost whisper audibility.

Levi looks at you, "Are you implying that I can't afford it kid?" He asked you casually with his default monotone voice.

"Tha- Thats not what I mean Captain!" You immediately refute, while tucking a strand of your hair at the side of your ear a bit flustered.

You then noticed Levi's lips tug into a small discreet smile.

The moment was interrupted when the waiter served a big plate of grilled fish with soy sauce on top, there was also two cups of rice for both of you, a small bowl of broccoli with a few chuncks of meat, as well as a small bowl of mixed fruits.

Levi thanked the waiter and he began to put small portions of food into your plate.

"Uhm Captain... isn't this too much?" You asked Levi softly while looking at him as he continues to add a good amount of food into your plate.

"Just eat. The baby needs it." He replied firmly, yet laced with a bit of softness to it.

You give him a simple nod accompanied with a small smile.

Levi also grabs himself a few portions of food that he neatly placed on his plate.

Afterwards both of you took a spoonful,

A bright and genuine smile made its way towards your lips as you tasted the dish you have been eagerly craving for.

Levi saw your genuine expression, with your genuine smile and your Doe shaped eyes lighting up with specs of star like sparkles.

It was a warm and cozy scenery for Levi.

You noticed Levi looking at you, he then lets out a cough as he picked up a glass of water.

You both continued to eat, you can tell Levi was keeping an eye on you, if you ate properly and if he managed to finally satisfy your cravings.

"Thank you again Captain, you really made us both happy." You softly said, before taking another bite of mixed fruits.

"Both?" Levi asked you can tell he was a bit confused.

"Me and our baby." You replied still with your small genuine smile.

Levi couldn't help but give a small smile back.

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After eating, Levi opened the door towards the exit and you both continued to walk and wonder around the small stalls and shops.

You both then saw a familiar face, it was Hange.

"Oh... looks like someone is on a date huh Captain?" Hange teased, with a big grin plastered on her face.

Levi just glared at her.

"Hey (y/n), are you enjoying so far?" Hange asked with a small smile.

You nod and replied, "Yes Commander Hange, Captain Levi brought me to a nearby restaurant to eat the food that I was craving."

Hange then gave Levi a wink.

"Thats good (y/n), remember to take it easy alright?" Hange reminded knowing that you were going through some tough shit.

"Yes Commander, I promise to take it easy and to take care of myself more." You replied softly with a small smile.

"Thats the spirit (y/n)! And if any other douchebags start to make fun of you again... I'm sure Levi wil-" she then gets cut off by Levi.

"Thats enough four eyes, and mind your own bussiness." Levi said with a hint of annoyance.

Hange then bid you both goodbye, waving her hand and giving another quick wink at Levi.

"Captain, why did Commander Hange winked at you twice?" You asked Levi curiously.

"Its nothing, maybe its just your delusions Brat." Levi replied, clearly shrugging of the topic.

You just gave him a small nod and followed him through the crowd as you both continued to look around.

While you were both walking, you both saw two cadets a girl and a boy running around, the boy was running around carrying a book while the girl was chasing after him.

The boy then accidentaly bumps into you, Levi immediately caught you as you almost lost your balance. Your back pressed onto his hard chest, both of his arms pulling you close to him to steady you, while one of his hand protectively went to your still flat belly resting there.

"Are you alright (y/n)?" Levi asked you, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes Captain... thank you for supporting my balance." You replied softly, still a bit shocked about almost stumbling, but more stunned with the fact that he was actually holding you protectively while shielding your belly.

A thought then came up to your mind,

"Why will Captain Levi treat a traitor like me this way?"

That question has honestly bugged you ever since the incident with Floch at the mess hall, to be honest you also heard a few scouts talking to each other asking them that very same question.

You were then pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the two younger cadets apologize,

"We are very sorry Miss, and Captain Ackerman... we promise to be careful next time." The two cadets murmured, clearly frightened by Levi who was throwing them threatening glances.

"You two, just stop acting like wild brats and get out of my sight." Levi stated firmly.

The two cadets then quietly walked away after giving an apologetic bow.

Levi slowly lets you go, he then gently places his hands on both sides of your shoulder turning you, facing him.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked again.

"Yes Captain, positive." You replied while giving him a small reassuring smile.

"You sure? is our baby also alright?" He asked, his gaze softens.

"Our baby"

For the first time, you heard him address the baby in your womb as both of yours.

Not to mention this is also his first time placing his hand on your belly, acknowledging the baby that way.

Levi noticed you space out a bit, he then gently places his hand on top of your hair, ruffling it a bit,

In a soft and gentle way.

"Yes Captain... our baby it alright..." you replied gently, your gaze also softening towards Levi's gesture and choice of words.

Levi then lets you go and firmly yet gently grabs your hand, his big palm warming your smaller one.

"Don't let go Brat, I don't want to deal with anymore of those stupid cadets." He firmly stated, just like an order.

You look at him, meeting his gaze and you gave him a nod.

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You both continued to walk, Levi then stopped in front of a shop that sells accessories. He then went towards the area where a few Cravats are displayed for sale, while he was looking at a few ones, you decided to wonder around the small shop.

You then saw the small jewelry area,

While wondering around you saw a necklace, it was a simple gold plated hardware with a small ruby stone.

You looked at it and you were mesmerized.

Unknown to you, Levi was looking at you.

Your attention was then taken by Mikasa who entered the store,

"Hi (y/n), what are you up to?" Mikasa asked softly.

"Hey Mikasa, I'm currently just waiting for Captain Levi, he is scanning through a few cravats." You replied giving her a small smile.

"Oh, I'm here to check out a few trinkets that I can possibly give Eren," Mikasa replied, also returning a small smile.

You both had a small talk for a few minutes until Levi told you it was time to go.

You both then waved goodbye to Mikasa.

"Did you found a Cravat up to your standards Captain?" You asked Levi cheerfully.

Levi shakes his head as you both continued to walk back towards the barracks to your shared quarters.

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After taking a bath, you wore your comfortable silk nightgown in the shade soft pastel blue. You then made your way towards your bed which was near Levi's bed only with a nightstand providing it a small space in-between.

You were about to lay down when Levi called you.

"(y/n) come here." He called out to you.

You then went towards his direction, he was standing at the small kitchen counter most probably preparing tea again since you knew he has a hard time sleeping most of the time.

"Turn around." He said casually.

You decided to just follow his order since he did treat you and took you out earlier, and it was something you were thankful for.

Levi then gently took out a small velvet box out from his pocket.

He then took the small dainty necklace out.

He carefully places the necklace around your neck, locking the clasp, his hands were almost light as a feather which was contrast to his usual strength.

You look down and saw the same necklace you were admiring earlier, it had the same dainty ruby stone that caught your attention.

You then faced Levi, your gaze both locking towards each other.

You were honestly lost for words.

How can he treat you like this after everything?

"Captain... this is..." you honestly really don't know what to say.

You then took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Thank you Captain... I... I really appreciate it but... I dont think I deserve such a gift from you..." you told him, your orbs still locking with his.

"A gift can't be denied (y/n)." Levi said, still with his monotone voice but it was firmly said.

"But Capta-" before you can continue your statement he once again cuts you off.

"No but's Brat, now go to bed." Levi said in a commanding tone.

Your gaze softens even more as tears started to form around the corners of your eyes.

"You do know I did not buy that for the purpose of making you cry, right?" Levi asked, for a moment his gaze softens again while looking at you.

"Yes Captain..." you immediately wiped your tears.

"Its probably my heightened emotions due to my hormones messing with me because of the pregnancy..." you added.

"Maybe you're just really a crybaby Brat." Levi softly responded in a teasing way.

Levi sighs, as a small hard to catch smile forms on the corner of his lips.

"Thank you again... Captain Levi... It means a lot to me..." you softly said another warm, gentle and genuine smile made its way on your lips.

You hesitated, but you knew you wanted it.

Without giving it another thought, you gently wrapped your arms around Levi, embracing him.

"You really made me happy Captain, thank you."

You gently said, your voice laced with warmth and undeniable happiness.

Levi returned the gesture.

"Its nothing, now go to sleep." Levi said as he gently lets you go.

Levi then turned his attention back to the tea he was planning to prepare.

You then went back to your bed laying down, still wearing the necklace Levi gave you.

Your thoughts then wondered again to the events that took place today, your so called "date" with the Captain.

You then slowly drifted to sleep, while happily thinking about everything.

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{ Levi's pov }

After drinking tea, He then decided to go to his bed until he was interrupted by the sight of you peacefully sleeping.

He then quietly walks over to your bedside,

Levi gently pushes the strands of bangs covering your forehead at the corner of your face, getting a clearer view of you.

He also glanced at the necklace he gave you earlier that you were still wearing.

He noticed how calm and peaceful you looked while sleeping,

"I hope I made you both happy today." He gently said, he then went towards his own bed.

Levi's mind then went back to the conversation he had with Hange a few days ago.

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"So we should avoid stress right?" Levi asked Hange while both of them were discussing about (y/n)'s situation and pregnancy.

"Yes, and also Levi, the baby can somehow feel the mother's emotions." Hange stated.

"What are you implying four eyes?" Levi curiously asked.

"If the mother is happy, so is the baby." Hange responded with a small smile.

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Levi then decided to lay down on his bed, letting his body sink to the soft blanket and cushion,

his mind going back to the small, genuine smiles that (y/n) gave him earlier with her Doe shaped eyes lighting up with specs of star like sparkles.

"I hope I made them both happy today..." That was the thought Levi had.

He then glanced at you softly before also drifting to sleep.

"Goodnight (y/n)."

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed Concurrence III, it focuses more on the fluff side which is a contrast to the previous ones, but I do think this will show the slowburn and bond that will slowly form between Levi & the reader, and also I really did enjoy writing this part of Concurrence!

I also decided to include a little pov from Levi, and I do plan to add more at the future parts,

I will be starting a few drafts for Concurrence IV,

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ramonag-if · 6 months

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The second part of the mini-update for Chapter 9 is now up and playable for Ishari Tier Patrons.

Play the game here.

The update schedule is as follows:

8 April 2024: Ishari Tier Patrons ($15)

11 April 2024: Vinia Tier Patrons ($10)

16 April 2024: Cyre Tier Patrons ($5)

23 April 2024: Nomad Tier Patrons ($2)

New to the update:

Added around 37K of code and words. Word count will probably range between 30-35K;

Added more name options at the beginning of the game;

A late-night chat with Zikar (optional);

The Vinia family one-on-one scenes;

A memorial ceremony (optional) to honour Yara and Ahlf;

Dialogue scenes with Rana; and

Choose to give Rana her gift (based on earlier decisions).

This is the family portion of the chapter, so you'll not get any RO scenes this time. It mostly deals with the arrival of the Vinia family in Ishari, so if the family or Rana doesn't interest you, I suggest waiting for the next (and final) portion of Chapter 9's update.

Enjoy!

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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Hello! I don’t know if this space has already been requested, but could I please request #18 with the Cowboy Space with Ethan Landry from Scream VI? For the overview is that Chad basically convinces Ethan to dress up like a shirtless cowboy like him to show off his muscles to impress the girl Ethan has been crushing/in love with.

The girl can be either friends with the Woodsboro group or just a random girl from one of Ethan’s classes. But the girl has also been crushing on Ethan.

Thank you so much for doing the bingo! I love your writing!

—𓆩[save a horse, ride a cowboy]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - NON GHOSTFACE AU Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - again, NON GHOSTFACE AU!!! || porn with a plot || but the ghostface character still exists yk || aged up some more, again like 3 years into college || partying || body shots || drinking alcohol (legally, mostly) || mentions of drugs || intoxicated sex but fully consensual || slight gxg relations with reader ig? (tara) || party is set in like a bigger area if that makes sense? || tara and chad are already together || altered timeline slightly? || Ethan and Chad are actually best friends because again, not in like the movie’s universe? || the entire group are actually really good friends (Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy, Anika – i didn't include Quinn) || everyone’s more lighthearted cuz no trauma || you have a high alcohol tolerance now || kind of public sex || moved to sex in another person’s bathroom || blowjob || self fingering || then moving to a random room || unprotected sex || riding || cumming inside || slight tit worship || mentions of smoking ||

Ethan didn’t think he could go through with this. He stared at himself in the mirror, and though he didn’t dislike what he was seeing, he just didn’t know if he was comfortable.

“Heyo, E, what’s taking so long? We gotta see you!” Chad knocked on the door as Ethan fixed the ascot looking thing around his neck and the cowboy hat he accidentally spent way too much money on. "Ethan, come out here and show us!”

Ethan groaned as he walked out, Chad whistling as he sat next to Tara with his arm around her shoulders. “Look at you! Looking great, Ethan! You’re a lot more muscular than I thought.”

He ignored Chad’s words as Anika giggled slightly, making him look at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You look like you’re about to go into a porno,” she laughed, making Mindy giggle. “A really, really weird porno, but a good one!”

Her words make Ethan groan, pointing at Chad. “He’s wearing the same thing! For fucks sake, I feel like I look so fucking stupid-”

Chad quickly shakes his head. “Come on man, you look great!”

Tara giggled slightly, everyone looking at her. “What’s so funny?” Ethan said again, crossing his arms which made his biceps bulge.

“Texting Y/N,” she said, smiling. “She’s going as Ghostface. A slutty Ghostface, and I told her you’re going as a shirtless cowboy, so you kind of have to wear that now.”

Ethan groaned, face palming. “Promise I don’t look stupid?”

“You look amazing, dude!” Chad.

“You look fucking stupid.” Sam.

“Just don’t star in a porno!” Anika.

“Can we go already? We’re going to be late.” Mindy.

“Yeah, Y/N’s already there, she’s doing body shots. I wanna do body shots with her, it sounds fun!” Tara.

Only Tara’s words stuck with him, because just like her, he really wanted to do body shots with you. Normally, you were part of this mini gang that they had, but you had gone with your two best friends that you had known since high school, especially because it was a frat party.

It wasn’t long until everyone left, leaving the dorms with Ethan and Chad shirtless as they walked to the frat party. “She’s not gonna think I’m weird, right?”

“Nah, man! She’s gonna think you’re hot, coke on! Besides, slutty Ghostface? It pairs up great,” Chad said, shrugging as he held Tara close. “You’re gonna take body shots with Y/N, right?”

“I’m gonna try.”

“Oh definitely!”

Ethan and Tara both spoke at the same time, Tara clapping her hands. “Hell yeah! Ethan’s getting bold, whoop whoop! I go first though.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m still deciding if I’m even gonna go.”

“You better go!” Tara said, nodding. “I have a bet y’all are going to fuck tonight! Don’t make me lose!”

When they got there, they immediately knew where you were since they could see you standing in front of the ping pong table playing beer pong. He smiled as you bit your lips, bouncing the small plastic ball and landing it perfectly on one of the cups, everyone yelling out as you jumped up with a cheer. “Whoo!”

“Y/N!” Tara yelled as she ran over, Chad slapping Ethan’s back.

“Go get her, man!”

Oh, but then he saw you.

You looked fucking perfect in the fishnet body suit that covered your entire body, a mere leather tube top and a leather mini skirt covering your more intimate parts. He could barely talk as you spoke with Tara, laughing and giggling before you grabbed a die.

“Here, I’ll finish this game, and then we can start body shots again!” You smiled, giggling as you jumped up and down slightly. “Oh, Chad, Ethan! Hey guys!”

He smiled slightly, waving as he walked over. “Hey… Hey, you look so nice.”

You giggle, looking down at your outfit. “I tried! Do you think it pulled together well?”

“Uhm… so, so well,” Ethan smiled as you giggled. “You look amazing.”

“Oh, thank you!” You giggled, shaking your head. “So… wanna do some body shots?”

Ethan blushed as Tara nodded vigorously behind you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Let’s do some shots?”

It wasn’t until it was actually about to happen did Ethan regret wanting to do shots.

There was dice, terrifying dice that you both had to roll to see where you had to take the shot off the other person’s body. Tara had gotten your tits and you had gotten her stomach, so here you were, bending over the ping pong table as Tara lifted her hips and you tilt your head back and you grabbed the shot with your teeth and tilt your head back, easily swallowing the liquor with your hands pushing up.

Everyone cheered as you grabbed the shot glass, pointing at Ethan. “You’re turn, cowboy!”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You laughed as you walked forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the ping pong table and putting both dice in his hand and giggling. “Roll for me?” He swallowed, nodding slightly as you hold his wrist, everyone letting out loud wolf whistles as you tilted your head up at him. “Want me to blow on them for you?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“He wants you to blow on a lot more than that, Y/N!” Anika yelled out, laughing as you giggled.

“Roll ‘em.”

Ethan rolled the dice, unable to see what they landed on before Tara cheered. “Crotch and same as partner!”

You giggled, taking the shots that Tara had given to you. “You’re going to take your first shot of the night.”

He basically gulped as you gave him both shots, laying back against the ping pong table and fixing your skirt. You take the shot, carefully setting the shot on your skirt and lifting your hips with your legs spread. “What are you waiting for?”

Everyone started shouting out ‘Shots!’ as Ethan tried to avoid getting between your legs until you roll your eyes, pulling him between your legs to where the shot was. “Y-You’re sure this is okay?”

“Of course,” you twirl one of his curls around your finger, smiling. “Get to it.”

He’s careful as he looked down, slowly wrapping his lips around the shots before you thrust your hips up and he tilted his head back, swallowing it easily. You giggle as he threw his head back, giggling. “Ethan took the shot!”

Everyone cheered as you sat up, Ethan’s face right in front of yours before you grabbed his ascot like thing. “My turn.”

Ethan quickly switched with you, watching as you got between his legs and patted his thighs. “Can I unzip your pants?”

Everyone whistled again as Ethan nods nervously, watching you unzip his jeans and slide the shot over the bulge of his cock that was slowly getting bigger, even though he hoped you didn't see it. He watched as you hummed, watching as Tara stepped forward and gave Ethan the lime wedge. “Put it in your mouth.”

“Wh-What-?” He basically choked as she stuffed it in his mouth, the rind facing the back of his throat before she poured out some salt on his hip bone.

You giggle as you lean forward and down, your ass up as you licked his hip, taking all of the salt before moving to the shot on his dick, his hips bucking automatically into your mouth making you gag slightly before throwing your head back and swallowing the shot. It wasn’t until you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, taking the lime from his mouth and biting into the flesh before taking it out of your mouth and kissing him firmly.

He can taste the pods of the sour lime and bitter tequila, grains of salt still on your tongue brushing against his as you sit in his lap. His hands go to your waist almost immediately, smiling against your lips as you giggle and laugh against his own.

Someone groaned as your hands “God dammit, get off the table!”

Ethan tried to pull back, eyes open as he was about to pull away and help you get off the table before you pulled him closer, not letting him pull back as you flipped your middle finger up in the direction of the voice. He could hear Chad yell something out as you hummed against his lips, your nose bumping against his as you tilted your head making Ethan laugh slightly, smiling as you pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

“We should go back to my apartment.”

Ethan rushes to nod as you quickly stand up, dragging him off the table and down the hall.

“Fuck yeah! Ethan’s gonna get laid!” Chad.

Ethan blushed madly as you laughed, walking backwards to pull him into the entrance hall and press your back against the wall before flipping you both for Ethan to be pressed against the wall instead. “Are you a virgin?”

He swallowed, his mouth dry as he shook his head, then nodded. A quickie with some random girl where he didn’t cum didn’t count, right?

You laughed, shaking your head as you started to rub against his chiseled abdomen. “Well? What is it, yes or no? If you are, I can make this special and we can go back to my apartment quickly. If not, then you’ve had a quickie, right?”

Ethan nodded his head quickly, swallowing as you rubbed against his crotch area. “Y-Yeah, I have.”

“Do you mind if I suck your dick here?” You asked it as though you were asking to take a lollipop from a doctor’s office, your eyes shining with lust as your nails trail over the v that led down. “A quick blowjob, then we can fuck at my apartment.”

Ethan gasped as someone walked past, but of course, you didn't seem to care as you kissed against the bulge. “D-Don’t you think we should go somewhere more private?”

You paused, looking up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Y-You… Why don’t we go somewhere where no one can see how good you feel?” He tilted his head down at you, a giggle falling from your lips as you stood.

“Okay,” you dragged him farther down the hall into an actually clean bathroom that he didn’t expect to be as clean as it was before you kneeled down on the rug. “So, can I suck your dick now?”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “Y-You’re sure you want to do this?”

“That I want to suck your dick?” You rubbed your nose against the zipper, tilting your head slightly. “Is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah, you can… you can suck m-my dick-” Ethan let out a loud groan as you finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his perfect cock, his length practically dripping with precum and the veins on the underside already bulging. “Fuck, darling, you’re that greedy?”

You hummed as you nodded, wrapping your lips around his tip carefully before your other hand started to push down your exposed stomach and under your skirt. He watched your hand slowly swipe up and down your cunt, rolling your clit between your fingers and pumping his cock at the same time.

He stared at you, groaning as you pumped and gagged on his cock, pulling away to spit on his tip and pump the saliva up to his base. You hummed, staring up at him as you continued to pump his shaft, pulling his cock down your throat and gagging on it. He threw his head back, groaning as he tried to hold back the thrusts of his hips, but for fucks sake your mouth felt so good around his cock and your hand pumping the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your fist as you groaned.

“F-Fuck, cowgirl,” he groaned loudly, head tilted back as you pulled away to giggle, humming as you move your head to the side and lick up the side of his pretty cock. “You suck my cock so perfectly, cowgirl,” he grinned as you pulled away, groaning loudly. He finally noticed your hand as you fingered yourself, hips rutting forward into your hand. “Doing so good.”

You giggled, groaning as you rode your hand and continued to spit on his cock, getting his shaft all wet as you wiped the spit from your chin with the back of your forearm. You hummed as you tilted your head up at him. “Want you to use my mouth,” you whisper, pulling his cock down your throat for a few seconds before gasping as you pull away. “Use my mouth like I’m a little whore, and make cum and spit run down my chin like those pornos, that way I have both of my hands to get off. Fingering myself as you use my throat.”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as you both slowly turned around, Ethan watching as you leaned back against the cabinets and wiped your mouth with your other hand before pushing them both between your legs.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper, shaking your head as you groan loudly, your hands quickening against your cunt. “Fuck my mouth. Please, need you to use my mouth.”

Ethan groaned as you lifted your mouth up to lick carefully against his balls, Ethan taking his cock and softly pumping his length. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum an agreement, sighing as you bumped your nose against his tip. “Want to feel it.”

Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning as you leaned forward, his eyes quickly flickering down to your hands in a place that he couldn’t see, rubbing vigorously as you bob your head up and down his shaft. Your eyes rolled back as you relax your jaw, doing the same to your throat as Ethan reached down and held the sides of your head.

Just like you said, he couldn’t stop himself, using your mouth and thrusting down your throat with a groan. “Come on, cowgirl, you’re doing so good… so so good, cowgirl, your throat is fucking perfect.”

You groaned, nodding around his cock as you continued to rut into your hands, your throat perfect and warm around his shaft as he shallowly thrusted down your throat. He let out a loud groan before someone opened the door, his hand quickly going to close it. “Got dammit, busy!”

You giggled as you wiped your throat, leaving the globs of cum and spit on your chin. “Love my throat that much, don’t you?”

“I love you that much,” he whispers, staring at his bright red cock and your hands quickening once again. “I love you so much.”

Your stomach was tight and twisting, the feeling of a hard orgasm settling in your stomach as you moved one of your hands to rub your clit between your thumb and middle finger. You groaned around his cock, bobbing your head even harder around his cock, his hips rutting faster and rougher. You gagged around his cock, the fingers inside of you thrusting faster as you felt drool and cum run down your chin. To be honest, you didn’t register him cumming the first time, and to be honest, neither did he besides the tightness of his stomach.

It was probably when the person almost walked in, because for fucks sake did that turn him on.

Oh, but his stomach was twisting just like yours, tightening as he groaned, the sight of your eyes crossing as they rolled back and mixed globs of cum and saliva ran down your chin.

You groaned loudly as he thrusted his hips forward, groaning loudly as he cradled the back of your head so it wouldn’t hit the counter as his hips started to stutter. If you could have smiled, you would have, even as he softly stroked your hair and you could taste the hot ropes of his salty cum.

You hummed in pleasure as your stomach finally clenched and you came, your hands pushing around his slightly soft cock, pumping him with your cum covered hands as you kissed his tip before swallowing. It makes him gasp as you stand, wiping your mouth and licking your fingers as he stares at the white dripping down your fishnets. “You wish this was your cum, don’t you cowboy?”

“I do,” he whispers, softly grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “I do… I wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs right now.”

“It can be,” you whisper back, pulling him down for a firm kiss. “There’s a room down the hall no one knows about. We could go there, that way we don’t waste time going to my apartment.”

He smiled slightly, bumping his nose to yours. “How do you know about it then?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “I know because I was able to finish a blunt there without no one interrupting me.”

He shook his head with a laugh as you slowly pushed him back. “Well, lead the way.”

You turned around as you pulled him down the hall, urgently pulling him down for more kisses, desperately wanting his lips on your own. Your lips were still slightly salty as his tongue dragged along your lips, his hands holding your cheeks delicately before you reached up and took his black hat, putting it on your head with a giggle. “Save a horse,”

“Ride a cowboy.”

You both laughed as you kept the hat on, his hands pushing down between your thighs and undoing the zipper down the center all while your hand searched for the doorknob. He laughed as he held your skirt in hand and you finally open the door, his hands doing the same to your top with the zipper in the back and putting it in the same hand together as you quickly got the door open and he pushed you back.

Ethan smiled as he kicked the door closed, kicking off his boots and his jeans before laying back on the bed and watching you slowly crawl above him. “I want to ride you,” you whisper, already pumping his cock as he reaches down and finishes ripping a slit on the fishnet stockings. “Please?”

He groaned as you forced his cock up, the already hard length needing little to no help to stay up straight as you forced yourself up by your knees. “Why are you always asking, cowgirl? For fucks sake, just do what you want to me, I’ll never complain if it’s you.”

You giggle as you finally push his tip into you, throwing your head back with a loud groan. You truly didn’t expect his cock, especially his pretty tip, to be this fucking big. Slowly, you sink down onto his length, watching his face pinch up as he groans loudly and holds your hips tightly.

Ethan let out a loud groan as you started to roll your hips, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you leaned onto his chest for support, leaning down before he shook his head. “W-Wait,” he panted, shaking his head. “Wanna see your tits.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pausing the movements of your hips before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss as you held his face. “You are so a virgin.”

He laughed as his hands moved up your sides, groaning as his hands go from your sides to your poorly covered tits, thumbs swiping over your hard nipples that were poking through one of the holes of the fishnets, his thumb easily pushing inside of the holes before ripping the fabric. You gasped, the sight turning you on more than it should’ve before his hands grope and cup your tits.

The added stimulation made your stomach clench as you desperately alternated between bouncing on his cock to rolling your hips, desperate to hit that perfect spot inside of you. You were whining and letting out broken moans above him, every sporadic, unhinged and unexpected thrusts of his hips making you scream out and fly forward, a groan falling from his lips.

“Come on cowgirl,” he whispers, a grin on his face as his hand swipes over your nipple again. “You’re doing so good, cum on my cock.”

You nodded, mind blurred as you tilted your head back, pushing your hips forward before lifting yourself slightly to feel his cock slide in and out of you.

Ethan groaned loudly as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back and your thrusts got rougher, a scream of his name falling from your lips before your cunt clenched around his cock and you were about to fall forward before he caught you.

He let out a loud moan as he carefully laid you against his chest, rolling his hips into yours to cum and ride out his high inside of you, stroking your back as you pant above him. “You did so good, cowgirl.”

You hummed, nodding into his neck as you softly rubbed up and down his chest, the hat on your head bumping into his nose as he tried to kiss your head. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you cowboy? You gotta see your cowgirl ride you backwards.”

Ethan groaned as you sat back up, fixing the hat on your head as he choked. “Now, what kind of cowboy would I be if I didn’t?”

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