Jenna’s Alias

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[ijennaalias]

Currently working on a huge Michael Jackson fic, it will be a multiple part one ‼️❤️

Short description:

Michael and Y/N are both child stars in a way and when Y/N is starting out in the industry, the media and newspapers love to write about them and create competition.

Michael and Y/N become friends, work together and release albums around the same time, go through very iconic and memorable moment together like the Grammy’s, the We Are The World movement, tours, interviews, romance and scandals leading to a relationship and hardships for both.

Anyone interested to read it?

Yesssssss

Not really

Remaining time: 6 days 22 hours

[ijennaalias]

Off the ice - Mack Celebrini

“Please, please, please come with us!” Mia begged, sitting on your couch practically on her knees

“It’s the Sharks! It’s Macklin Celebrini! He’s a rookie, he’s amazing, and I’ve been dying to go but Lila said she won’t drive or sit through it alone unless you come too!”

It’s three days before the game, they showed up at your apartment with snacks, big pleading eyes, and very persuasive arguments.

Lila nodded, grinning innocently.

“Exactly, think of it as a favor. You’re the responsible adult here. Plus it’ll be fun!”

“I have work to do” you tried, holding up your laptop

“Work can wait!” Mia cut in, grabbing your hands

“And I promise I’ll explain everything to you. Every single rule, every player, everything. You won’t be confused for even one second!” she said

You rolled your eyes, but you were already softening. You could never say no to them, especially not when Mia looked at you like you held the keys to the entire world.

“Fine. I’ll go. But if I’m bored out of my mind, I’m leaving early” you sighed

They both cheered so loud your neighbors probably heard them.

Game day arrived, and you found yourself walking into the SAP Center, surrounded by thousands of people wearing teal and black, the noise level almost overwhelming.

When you got to your seats, you actually had to admit they were great. You were sitting right behind the penalty box, close enough to the glass that you could practically reach out and touch it if you leaned forward. You could see every scratch on the ice, every detail of the players uniforms, everything.

“See?” Mia beamed, sitting between you and Lila “Best seats in the house!”

You went to grab snacks while they settled in and when you came back, the players were already out on the ice for warm-ups.

That was the first time you saw him, Mia’s famous Macklin Celebrini.

He moved with this effortless confidence, weaving through the other players, stickhandling like the puck was glued to his blade, grinning and laughing with his teammates like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

He was cute, you’d give Mia that. Tall, messy dark hair, those sharp green eyes that seemed to take everything in. But you shook the thought off immediately, he was way too young.

You sat back, eating your fries, deciding to just enjoy the atmosphere and let the girls have their fun.

“Look, look! There he is! He’s so fast, right? And look how he passes perfect every time!”

You nodded along, half-listening, until suddenly, he looked up.

He was skating past the glass right in front of you, and for a split second, his gaze lifted, and locked directly onto yours.

You froze mid-bite of your food probably looking like an idiot.

He didn’t just glance and look away. He slowed down just a fraction, that familiar, cocky little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes sweeping over you from your face, down to what you were wearing, and back up again like he was taking a mental picture.

Then he winked before turning and gliding off toward the other end of the rink.

“OH MY GOD” Mia squealed, grabbing Lila’s arm hard enough to leave bruises. “Did you see that?! He looked right at us!”

“Aww look at you getting so excited” you teased her

As the game started, you tried to pay attention, but you found yourself watching him more than you meant to.

He was way better than you expected. And every so often, when he was near your side of the ice, you’d catch him glancing over.

Not just quick looks butlong, deliberate ones, that smirk still playing on his lips, like he was amused by something only he understood.

Then, halfway through the second period, the whistle blew, the ref raised his arm, and Macklin skated straight toward you.

Two minutes, minor penalty. He was being sent to the penalty box. You were barely three feet away, separated only by the thick glass.

He tilted his head in a way that says hi.

You rolled your eyes playfully, crossing your own arms and looking away like you were completely unbothered, even though you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.

You could hear Lila and Mia losing their minds next to you, whispering frantically, but you kept your cool.

When you looked back, he was still watching you, grinning now, like he knew exactly what you were thinking and found it hilarious.

He tapped the glass once with his glove, nodded at you, and only turned back to the game when the linesman gestured for him to pay attention.

“Was that a little flirty moment?” Lila laughed

“He’s a kid, Lila” you said, shaking your head, though you couldn’t help the small smile on your face. “He’s barely out of high school age”

“He’s literally an adult” Mia groaned

You laughed it off, but for the rest of the game, you couldn’t deny it that every time he was near, his eyes found you.

But you decided to play your little part and keep up the unimpressed part.

When the final buzzer sounded and the Sharks won, the arena erupted in noise. You cheered with them, clapping your hands, happy you’d come after all but more happy for Mia’s joy.

As the players skated off the ice, Macklin glanced back one last time, catching your eye, and gave a wave in that direction.

By Monday, you were back to your normal life. You were at your desk, buried in paperwork, emails piling up, the hockey game feeling like a distant, fun memory.

You thought about Macklin for maybe a second or two, smiled to yourself, and then pushed it completely out of your mind because you were simply too busy.

It was late afternoon when your phone buzzed with a TikTok notification from Mia.

YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS. THE INTERNET IS GOING CRAZY 😭

You clicked on it, curious.

It was an edit. Short clips from the game, put together with soft music, and your jaw dropped.

It was all footage of him and you.

Fans had put together little clips from different sources of Macklin and you from that game and apparently it was the most tea thing ever.

They’d zoomed in on your face, on the way you smiled, the way you rolled your eyes playfully, every little interaction you hadn’t even realized was being recorded.

And the comments were sending you.

THE CHEMISTRY?? NO ONE TALKS ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BUT HER 🥹✨

HE LITERALLY IGNORED EVERYONE ELSE FOR HER

THE PENALTY BOX MOMENT HELLOOO??I CAN’T BREATHE

The comments were thousands deep and you were tearing up laughing.

Who is she?! I need to know everything!

He was so obvious about it oh my god 😭

The way she acted like she didn’t care but smiled anyway… THEY’RE PERFECT

Is that his girlfriend??

You sat there, staring at your screen, your face burning hot, equal parts embarrassment and shock.

You scrolled back up to the top, watching the edit again. They either were really good at making it look like something was happening or something really was happening.

For the next week, your fyp was filled with those same types of edits to different songs and different clips.

One morning you woke up to Macklin Celebrini following you on instagram and a dm from him.

You stared at the name for a solid ten seconds before clicking it open.

"Hey. I know this is random haha and I know you probably have no idea how I found you but turns out the internet is very dedicated when they see something interesting 😅 But I had to try and I would love to take you out sometime, if you’d be okay with that. No pressure at all”

You shook your head, sighed, and closed the app without opening the message or replying. It was cute, really, but you weren’t going to encourage whatever this was from someone so much younger.

Two days later, there was another message. He hadn’t given up.

"Hey again 👀 Look, if you’re busy or whatever it’s okay, it doesn’t have to be right now. But I thought I’d shoot my shot cause ai thought you were very pretty.

You read it, and your heart actually softened a little. He was so earnest and polite that you began to actually debate answering.

You took a deep breath, typed, deleted, typed again, and finally sent it.

"You really don't give up, do you? 😅 Okay, I suppose one date is fine haha

Less than ten seconds later, the reply popped up. You could practically hear his grin through the screen.

"Deal ma’am 🫡🙏🏻 I promise I won’t waste your time haha

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head, but your stomach was doing flips like you were 16 instead of 26.

But just so you know, I’m older than you

Oh, I know. I saw your birthday post from a few weeks ago 🤭 But don’t worry, I’m not childish

Oh boy, here we go.

[ijennaalias]

Stranger in Moscow

Part 2 to Who is it?

The cold in Moscow was different than anywhere else Michael had ever been. It bit at his skin, seeped through his coat, settled deep in his bones but it was nothing compared to the cold that had lived inside his chest since the night he sent you away.

He hadn’t stopped looking since you left. The letter you’d left behind had told him everything.

The agency, the handlers, the way they owned you like you were property, the way you’d been forced to become a hundred different women. It explained the disappearances, the secrets, the pain he’d seen in your eyes that you’d never been able to name.

And it broke his heart all over again, because he realized now that every moment you’d spent with him, every sweet word, every kiss… that had been the only time you’d ever been free. The only time you were just you.

He’d spent months tracking them. Used every connection, every resource, every bit of influence he had because for you, he would burn the whole world down if he had to.

He’d found the names, the locations, the routes they moved you along. And finally, it had led him here to the heart of a city so cold it felt like it had forgotten how to feel anything at all.

Michael stood in the shadows of a narrow street, watching the building across the way.

It was a luxury hotel, tall and imposing, windows glowing gold against the gray sky but he knew what went on inside. He knew that behind every polished door and velvet curtain, there were people like you.

And he knew you were in there. He could feel it, like a thread pulling tight in his chest.

He looked different now than the man you’d known. There was no softness left, not really, only focus, sharp and relentless. He wore dark clothes, his hat pulled low, his face set in a hard line.

The pain of losing you had hardened him, turned his love into something fierce and unyielding. He wasn’t just looking for you anymore, he was coming to take you back.

To tear you out of the hands of the people who had used you, hurt you, made you hate your own life.

—

Inside the hotel, you stood by the window, staring out at the falling snow. You were Alex tonight. You wore a dress that cost more than most people made in a year, your hair styled perfectly in a blonde wig, your face painted with the mask you’d worn for half your life.

But inside, you felt hollow. Every assignment blurred into the next with all the lies, the touches from men you despised, the constant fear that one day, you wouldn’t be able to walk away from a job alive.

You thought about Michael every single day. Thought about his smile, his soft voice, the way he’d looked at you like you were something precious, not something to be used.

You thought about the night he found out, the devastation on his face, the way he’d told you to leave. It had broken you, but you’d gone anyway because you knew it was the only way to keep him safe. To keep him from getting tangled up in the darkness that surrounded you.

But you’d never stopped loving him.

And you’d never stopped hoping, deep down in the part of you that still felt human, that maybe… just maybe… he wouldn’t let you go forever.

Here abandoned in my fame / Armageddon in my mind / See the voices tell me where to go / And nothing matters…

There was a knock at the door.

You turned, expecting your handler. But when you opened it, your breath caught in your throat and your heart stopped beating entirely.

Michael stood there.

He looked tired, worn down by the journey and the weight of everything he’d carried, but his eyes, those same warm eyes locked onto yours immediately, and you knew he wasn’t here by accident.

“Michael?” Your voice came out as a whisper

You thought you’d imagined him. Thought your mind was finally breaking from all the lies and the loneliness.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and the sound of the lock clicking shut felt like a promise.

“I found you, stranger” he said, voice was rough, thick with emotion

“How?” you managed, tears already stinging your eyes

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t believe he was actually here, standing in the middle of this cold, cruel world, bringing warmth with him just by being there.

“You shouldn’t be here. They’ll hurt you, Michael. They’ll—” you panicked

“I don’t care” he interrupted, stepping closer

His hands reached out, hesitated for only a second, then touched your face just like he used to, like you were made of glass.

“I don’t care about them. I’m here now and I’m not leaving without you”

You wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him it was too dangerous, that you were too far gone, that you were ruined and broken and didn’t deserve to be saved.

But when you looked into his eyes, you saw everything: the months of searching, the pain, the fear, the endless, endless love.

And you crumpled.

You fell against him, burying your face in his chest, sobbing. All the tears you’d held back for months, all the fear, all the guilt, all the longing pouring out at once.

He held you tight, his arms wrapping around you like a shield, his hand resting on the back of your head, holding you like he was terrified you’d vanish if he let go.

“I thought I’d never see you again” you cried, your hands fisting in his coat, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world

“I thought you hated me. After that night… I thought you’d never want to look at me again”

“Hate you?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks, his own eyes glistening

“I was angry and hurt. I thought you’d chosen someone else over me. But then I read your letter and I understood. And I realized… I could never hate you. Even if I tried, even if it killed me”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“You were never just Eve to me. You were always you, the woman I fell in love with. And I wasn’t going to let them keep you, I wasn’t going to let them turn you into nothing”

Here abandoned in my fame / Armageddon in my mind…

“We have to go” he said, pulling back and taking your hand, squeezing it tight

“I have people waiting, everything is planned. We’re getting you out and away from this shit once and for all”

Your heart raced. Fear twisted in your chest, the fear you’d lived with for years, the fear that you could never escape, that they would always find you, always own you.

But then you looked at Michael. At the way he stood tall, unafraid, ready to burn everything down just to get you safe.

“Michael… they won’t let me go” you whispered “You don’t know how powerful they are. You don’t know what they do to people who try to leave”

“I know enough” he said “Their only concern should be that they don’t know me”

He pulled you toward the door, but you hesitated, looking down at the dress.

He stopped and turned to you. Lifted your chin so you had to look him in the eye.

How does it feel / When you’re alone and you’re cold inside?

“Do you trust me?” Michael asked and you nodded

He kissed you deep, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes without any words.

“Come on” he said, taking your hand again, lacing his fingers through yours like he was already claiming you, already protecting you

Stranger in Moscow…

You left the room together. Walked through the hotel halls with him holding your hand so tight it almost hurt.

Outside, the snow was falling harder, covering the city in white, hiding everything that was ugly and cruel. A car waited at the curb, engine running, doors open. Michael helped you inside, climbed in beside you, and as the car pulled away, leaving the hotel, the city, your old life behind, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close, and you listened to the steady beat of his heart as you began to shake a little from the adrenaline.

“Is it really over?” you whispered, afraid to believe it.

He kissed the top of your head, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your arm.

“It’s just beginning” he said softly “But if they know what’s good for them, they won’t come for you”

You looked out the window at the passing lights of Moscow, the city that had been your prison, now fading fast into the distance.

Michael squeezed your hand. You turned to look at him, and he was watching you, his eyes soft, full of everything you’d ever wanted.

“I love you” he said again

And you knew, deep in your soul, that no matter what came next, he would be there.

“I love you” you smile

“Tell me your real name” he said

“Y/N”

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๋࣭⭑ Summer in Jerusalem 𖥔 ݁

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Summary : A rare shipment of exotic goods arrives in Jerusalem, you head to the market to find a gift for your husband, King Baldwin IV. But a sudden accident turns your trip into a struggle

⋆˚࿔ Genres / Warnings : female reader!, minor incident, oneshot, reader is married to Baldwin IV, historical fiction, fluff, protective baldwin IV, estabilished relationshop

⊹₊⟡⋆ Paring : King Baldwin IV x F! Reader

A rare shipment of exotic goods had arrived in the city, word had spread quickly through the palace

Traders from distant lands had brought silks, jewelry, perfumes, and other stuff that were rarely seen in Jerusalem and I knew exactly what I wanted to do, find a gift for my husband, King Baldwin IV

The thought brought a small smile to my face. Baldwin never asked for gifts, in truth, he cared very little for expensive things

If I could find something that would make him smile, maybe the trip would be worth it

A knock sounded at my door " Your Majesty ? " one of my servants called

" You may enter " and the door opened, three women stepped inside carrying pieces of clothing folded in their arms

I stood from my chair and walked toward them. Normally, when I left the palace, I dressed as a queen should

One servant carefully brushed my hair while another laid several dresses across the bed. " You cannot wear your usual gowns today " she said and I nodded

If I appeared in the market dressed as a queen, half the city would know and would recognize me

All the dresses options that they gave me were made from good but ordinary cloth with basic colors. Nothing about them would immediately reveal that I was the queen or a noble

I picked the one which I liked the most. One servant wrapped a veil around my hair, hiding most of it from view

When they stepped back, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I looked more like the wife of a merchant than the Queen of Jerusalem

But the servants seemed pleased with their work. For the first time in a long while, I looked almost ordinary

As I adjusted my sleeves, another knock sounded at the door " Enter "

The door opened, and one of the king's advisors stepped inside and bowed respectfully " I see that you are determined to visit the market today, your majesty " he said

" I am " and I smiled kindly

" The city is overflowing with visitors today " and I could hear the worry from his voice " Citizens from every corner of Jerusalem arrived...the streets will be crowded. A single rumor that the queen is present could cause chaos "

" I will not be alone " I replied back as I walked towards the window, below, I could see people moving thought the palace courtyard

" Yes " he agreed " But even with guards, crowds are unpredictable "

Jerusalem was generally safe, especially near the palace but on days like this, anything could happen but this would not stop me

" I think your Majesty should consider the risks "

" I will go " I said

He bowed his head " Then may God watch over your journey " After he left, I gathered my cloak around my shoulders

With that thought in mind, I stepped out of my chambers and began making my way toward the bustling market of Jerusalem

The palace gates slowly opened before me

People walked in every direction, merchants pushed carts loaded with stuff. Children ran through narrow alleys and I heard a few people speaking different languages

Summer meant more higher temperatures, which meant more people looking for shade

Behind me, four men followed at a distance, to anyone watching, they looked like ordinary travelers but they were actually my guards

For once, I was seeing Jerusalem through the eyes of an ordinary woman, I noticed things I normally missed.. two girls helping their mother carry water, people selling stuff everywhere, beggars

My thoughts drifted toward Baldwin, what would he like?that question had followed me all morning

I knew many people assumed gifts for a king should be expensive but I wanted something personal, something that came from my heart

Lost in thought, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Suddenly, I walked directly into someone

"Ah!" And I stumbled backward " My apologies ! "

The old man gave me an unpleased look " Watch where you are going, woman ! "

Several people turned to look and I was not used to being spoken that way. In palace nobody dared but here, he had no idea who I was

" Apologies won't open your eyes, woman " and the man muttered a few curses to me

Before the situation could grow worse, one of my disguised guards stepped forward " My friend " the guard said with a friendly smile " It was an accident "

The angry man looked around and seemed to realize he was making a scene over a simple mistake

" Fine... " With one final hateful look in my direction, the man turned and disappeared into the crowd

" Are you alright ? "

" Yes...thank you " I said quietly, nodding. He gave a small bow and returned to his position

We entered the market slowly and it was like the whole world had gathered in one place. Voice shouted from every direction " Spices from Egypt ! ", " Silk! Fine Silk ! , " Fresh Bread ! "

People pushed past each other in tight spaces. The air was warm, the smell of cooked food, herbs an animals all mixed together

I had to stay close to my guards so I would not be separated and I could feel how easy it would be to get lost in this crowd

My eyes moved from stall to stall, there were so many things to see and go

One stall had bright silk cloths from far away lands, another had a collection of spices and a little farther, I saw carved wooden animals and small statues

I slowed down, asking myself again. What would Baldwin like ?

People brushed past me from all sides...a woman carrying bread almost hit my arm, a man with baskets on his back stepped on my shoe accidentally

I thought about how Baldwin loved knowledge. He studied battles and strategies more than anything else

A book, that would be perfect!

We continued walking until I saw a small stall tucked between two larger ones. It was not as crowded as the others

The seller was an older man with white hair. He studied me carefully as I approached, as if trying to decide what kind of customer I was

" Looking for something special ? " he asked

" Yes " I said, looking at the pile of books scattered around " Something about history.... battles, if possible "

He reached under the table and pulled out a thick book. The cover was dark leather and it looked like it was quite old

" This " he said, placing it in front of me " is a record of great wars of the old kingdoms, including the famous battles "

I opened it slightly and I noticed how the pages were old but well kept. The writing inside was neat and there were some small drawings of soliders

" How much ? " I asked

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke " 35 bezants "

The number made a few nearby shoppers turn their heads, it was a high price for a book but money was no problem for me

I reached into the small pouch hidden beneath my cloak and without hesistation, I counted out the amount

The vendor’s eyes widened slightly as he saw the full payment. He quickly pulled the coins toward himself, as if afraid I might change my mind

" Thank you for buying this book ! " and he smiled at me

" You are welcome " I took the book in my hands and it felt havier than it appeared. Baldwin will love this, I am sure

The crowd was even thicker now, people pushed past each other, laughing, shouting, arguing over prices

My guards were still behind me, I thought

" Move ! " I heard a scream from somewhere

People started turning their heads in the left, I could not see what was wrong. People in front of me blocked my view. I tried to rise a little on my feet but without success

" It's FIRE ! " Another shout was heard and panic spread quickly

I turned my head scared, trying to find my guards but I could not see them anymore

Something hit the ground nearby, a stall, maybe. People suddenly pushed forward, running in various directions

A man rushed past me and kknocked my shoulder. I almost dropped the book, but I held it tighter

Then another push came from behind, this time I lost my balance completely and I fell. My hands hit the ground first and I felt pain through my palm as my knuckles hit against the stone

People rushed past me without seeing me while I was on the ground

Out of a sudden, strong hands reached for me " Over here ! " and I heard the voice of one of my guards

One of them pulled me up quickly, lifting me from the ground. Another stepped in front of me, blocking the crowd as people continued to panic around us

" Are you hurt ? " He asked worried

" I...I will be fine "

" There’s no time " another guard said sharply, but not unkindly " We must move " and they guided me through the crowd

We moved fast, turning away from the main path of the market and ending up in a narrower street. Here, there were fewer people

" What is happening ? " I asked, still shaken, holding the book

One of the guards looked back toward the direction we had come from " A stall caught fire " he said " People panicked when they saw the flames and smoke "

" I lost sight of you " I said quietly

" You were pushed into the center " one guard replied " It was difficult even for us to reach you "

" We should take you back to the palace "

And this is when the advisor’s words came back to me. Back then I thought he was only being careful, maybe even a little too worried but...he was right in the end

He had been trying to protect me from exactly what had just happened

By the time I returned to the palace, the sun was beginning to lower in the sky

The servants had cleaned the small scratches on my arm and knuckles, and while they still hurted a bit, they were nothing serious

I sat alone at a table, the wrapped book resting beside me. Before today, I had thought I understood Jerusalem well...but walking through the city disguisef had shown me something very different

I felt a gaze on me and as I looked up, one of the servants stood in the doorway " My Queen "

" Yes ? " I replied

The servant bowed " His Majesty requires your presence "

I smiled slightly and stood " Thank you " and the servant stepped aside as I picked up the wrapped book

The book was the reason I went to the market in the first place. Despite everything that had happened, I was glad I had found it

I made my way through the palace corridors until I reached Baldwin's place

A guard opened the door for me and inside, I found Baldwin seated at a large wooden table. Several scrolls were before him and his attention was fixed on what he was writing with his bandaged hand

His silver mask covered his face as always, hiding much of the illness he carried

He wore white robes trimmed with gold, making him stand out against the darker colors of the room

The moment he saw me, his attention shifted completely " My love... " his voice was warm, though I immediately noticed that he had a hint of worry

" How was your journey to the market? "

I blinked " How do you know about this ? "

A faint sigh escaped him " I am King of Jerusalem, very little happens in this city without someone actually informing me.. "

Baldwin setted down his quill and raised slowly from his chair " And from what I heard " he continued " Your visit to the market became far more dangerous than it should have been " and he walked slowly

" And you were injured..." his eyes lowered briefly toward my arm, the scratches had been cleaned, but they were still visible

" My dear " he said softly " do you have any idea how easily this could have become worse? "

I opened my mouth to say something, but I could not, he was right...

" I spent the entire afternoon wondering whether you were safe.. "

The concern in his voice made me feel far worse than any lecture could have

He was frightened of what might have happened and I understanded his worry " I am sorry " I said quietly

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I remembered the wrapped package in my hands

A smile slowly returned to my face " This...this is for you " and he tilted his head slightly toward the package

Knowing that it would be hard for him to open the package because of his bandages, I did it instead

" This is for me ? " He asked as he looked at the book " Yes " I said " I thought you would like it...it speaks about the great wars of the old kingdoms "

I handed him the book and he slowly opened it, turning the first page with care " I love it, thank you " he said softly

Baldwin closed the book gently and placed it on the table, as if it was something precious " You should not have gone through all that trouble "

" It was worth it, if it makes you happy " I smiled

Baldwin reached up slightly, as if he wanted to touch my face, but he stopped halfway and slowly pulled back his hand

" Baldwin…" I whispered

He shaked his head " My condition… it's dangerous...I cannot forget this and I cannot risk you because of me "

My heart sank a little " You are not dangerous to me " I said quickly

He gave a small, sad breath " I wish that was true " and then he stepped back again, putting a little space between us

His bright blue eyes looked at me like I was something he wanted to touch, but could not allow himself to

I stepped forward without hesistation and gently wrapped the hands around him, my face rested lightly against his chest

I could feel the soft fabric of his white and gold robes and his heartbeat

" You...you should not-.. " he started again, but his voice was weaker and very gently, he placed one hand on my back

I pulled back just slightly so I could look at him

Suddenly, a knock came at the door. A servant stepped in carefully, keeping his eyes lowered " Dinner is ready.. "

I stepped back from Baldwin and his eyes stayed on me for a moment longer. He turned slightly toward the servant " Thank you " he said calmly

The servant bowed quickly and left the room without another word

And for a second, it felt like he wanted to say something else but he didn't

Instead, he gave a small nod " Come " he said softly " Let us eat "

And as we walked, I thought that today was not a simple day

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You loved Gojo Satoru. You really did. But god, sometimes he was insufferable.

He was the strongest, the most powerful sorcerer alive, handsome, charming… and completely, utterly convinced that he was perfect in every single way. Including in bed.

To him, it was basically a fact written in stone.

He’d grin that blinding, boyish grin of his, push his blindfold up just enough to show those bright blue eyes, and say things like ‘You see? No one else could ever make you feel this good baby, only me’ or ‘Go on, tell me again how amazing I am’

And usually? He was right.

He knew exactly what he was doing, he paid attention, he loved seeing you fall apart for him.

But sometimes… well. Sometimes you were tired, or distracted, or just not quite there yet, but he was already so proud and happy and caught up in his own rhythm that you just… helped him out a little.

You moaned a little louder, arched your back a little more, let your breath hitch at the right moments, and finished with a pretty little performance that made him puff out his chest like he’d just won a freaking war.

The first time you did it, you thought nothing of it. It was harmless, right? Just making him happy.

Then it happened again and again and then three times over the last couple of weeks you’d faked your orgasm, smiled sweetly at him afterward, and let him brag about how he ‘just can’t help it, I’m too good to you’.

You really thought he hadn’t noticed. You thought he was too full of himself to pay close enough attention.

You were so, so wrong.

Tonight started just like all the others. He’d come over to your place, all long limbs and cocky energy, pinned you to the bed within five minutes, and kissed you like he owned you which, in his head, he definitely did.

His hands were everywhere, wandering, squeezing, touching exactly where he thought you liked it best, whispering all his usual smug little comments against your skin.

“Look at you already… completely wrecked for me, huh? You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” He laughed low in his throat, grinding slowly against you

“Satoru” you moan out

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take such good care of you. Gonna make you scream my name like only I can”

You did your usual thing. You reacted exactly how he expected you to.

You made all the right sounds, moved your hips with his, tangled your hands in his white hair and pulled him closer, letting him believe he was unraveling you piece by piece.

When you felt him getting close, you put on your best performance and tightened your legs around his waist, cried out loud, shook your body exactly the way you knew he liked, and let your head fall back against the pillow.

He finished right after you, groaning your name low and sweet, collapsing on top of you for a second before rolling onto his back with that infuriating proud smirk on his face.

“See?” He said, stretching his arms behind his head and looking way too pleased with himself. “I’m basically a god between your legs, aren’t I?”

You giggled softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek “Mhm, the best”

But instead of pulling you closer or turning to cuddle like he usually did, he stayed perfectly still.

His smirk didn’t fade but it changed. His bright blue eyes, uncovered and staring straight at you, suddenly felt like they were looking right through you.

Then Gojo chuckled.

“Y’know…” He started, his voice dropping

Your stomach did a flip.

“I did say I was the best. And I am… so why is it, baby… that the last few times you sounded like you were reading from a script or something”

Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. You tried to keep your face neutral.

“What? Satoru, what are you talking about?”

He sat up slowly, leaning back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, looking at you like a cat that just caught a mouse.

“Oh, c’mon. You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I, the man who knows every single inch of your body, every little twitch, every sound you make when you’re actually feeling good versus when you’re just being nice, wouldn’t catch on?”

He leaned forward, grabbing your chin between his fingers, holding your face steady so you had to look at him.

“Three times, three times I let it slide. I thought maybe you were just tired, or you thought I needed the ego boost. And okay… fine, I love that you want to make me happy. That’s cute. Adorable, even.” His thumb brushed over your lip, and his smirk turned wicked.

You gulped.

“But tonight? Tonight you pushed it a little too far. Because I know exactly how you feel when you come for real. And that… that performance just now? Wasn’t it baby”

You felt your face heat up, embarrassment flooding you. You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Satoru… I just—”

“Shhh” He silenced you with a kiss, hard and possessive, before pulling back just enough to whisper against your mouth

“You wanna pretend? You wanna fake it and act like I don’t know exactly what you need? Fine, but you should’ve known better than to play games with me, baby. Because now…”

He pushed you backward until your head hit the pillow, and crawled over you.

“Now I’m going to show you exactly what I’m capable of. I’m going to fuck you so well, so hard, so perfectly that you won’t even remember how to fake it” he kissed your neck

“You won’t be able to because every single sound you make from now on is going to be 100% real. And you’re going to tell me, over and over again, just how good I make you feel” you felt him smirk against your skin

He didn’t give you a second to answer. He was already touching you again, but this time it was different.

He moved with a speed and intensity that took your breath away, his hands pinning your wrists above your head, his mouth hot and wet against your neck, your chest, everywhere he could reach.

“You think you can fool me?” He murmured against your skin, pushing into you deep and hard, making you gasp loud and genuine right away.

You were completely speechless at his behavior.

“Think you can lie to me? I’m Satoru Gojo, sweetheart. I know your body better than you do. Watch me baby, watch how fast I make you forget all about those little fake moans”

And God, he wasn’t lying.

He set a rhythm that was relentless. Fast and deep, hitting every single sensitive spot inside you over and over again until your legs were shaking and your mind went completely blank.

He didn’t let you look away, didn’t let you hide your face. He kept your eyes locked on his, watching every reaction, drinking in every real, broken sound that fell from your lips.

“Sounds so much prettier when you mean it, doesn’t it?” Satoru teased

His large hands gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises, holding you exactly where he wanted you, grinding deep with every thrust, hitting that perfect spot again and again until you were crying out, arching off the bed, completely unraveling under him.

“Say it” he demanded, leaning down so his lips were right against your ear

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Tell me how good I am. Tell me you never want to fake it again because no one, no one, can make you feel like I do. Tell me baby, let me hear you”

“I—you—Satoru—god—!” you couldn’t even form proper sentences anymore

You were too far gone, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you, more intense and more consuming than anything you’d ever felt before.

“Louder” he laughed mockingly, knowing full well he had you completely at his mercy “I want to hear it, pretty girl”

He reached down between your bodies, his thumb pressing exactly where you needed it most, rubbing fast and rough while he kept pounding into you, pushing you right to the edge and holding you there, making you feel every second of it until you couldn’t take it anymore.

It hit you like a wave as you cried out his name so loud your throat felt raw, your body shaking uncontrollably, your vision going white as you came undone completely.

He didn’t stop or slow down, kept going right through it, riding you through every single wave of pleasure, drawing it out until you were sobbing and clinging to his shoulders, completely exhausted and utterly wrecked.

Only when you were absolutely limp, completely spent and unable to make a single sound anymore did he finally let himself go, groaning loud and low as he finished deep inside you, collapsing on top of you.

For a long time, neither of you moved. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing and the pounding of your hearts.

Eventually, Satoru lifted his head, that stupid, gorgeous, smug grin still plastered all over his face.

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, looking at you.

“Well?” He asked

You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow, too tired to even argue.

“Shut up” you mutter

He chuckled, rolling onto his side and pulling you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your head absolutely glowing with pride.

“Good. Remember that next time you think about lying to me, yeah?”

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Sweet Sacrifice - Suguru Geto

Warning:

Manipulation

Obsession

Pain as a form of devotion

Slight cnc/ r*pe

Yandere a bit/ past love

You knew him once. You knew him when his smile was soft, when his eyes held kindness, when he stood beside you and Satoru, promising that the three of you would change the world.

You were in love with him deeply, hopelessly, stupidly in love and for a little while, it felt like he loved you back.

There were quiet moments between missions, shared sweets, late nights talking about everything and nothing, the way his hand would brush yours like it was accidental, but lingered just long enough to mean something.

Then he left.

He walked away from the school, from his friends, from you, and became the man he was now: a cult leader, a prophet of destruction, convinced that only he could purify a rotten world.

But he didn’t just disappear. From the moment he turned his back on everything you believed in, he began to haunt you.

Geto didn’t just leave, he took pieces of you with him, and ever since, he had been playing games with your mind, twisting your memories, turning your own thoughts against you until you could no longer tell where your feelings ended and his manipulation began.

You hated him.

God, you hated him more than you hated anything in this world. You hated what he’d become, what he’d done, how he’d broken everything good between you. You hated that he was evil, that he was wrong, that he hurt people and called it justice.

But worse than that, far worse, was that no matter how much you hated him, you were still pulled toward him like a moth to flame. He had woven himself so deep into your soul that even when you wanted to run, your feet carried you straight to him.

True, we're all a little insane / But it's so clear / Now that I am unchained.

Tonight, you were in his temple again. In his domain, his sanctuary, his prison. You had come because he sent for you, because even though you knew better, you couldn’t stay away.

He stood before you now, tall and imposing, his dark eyes gleaming with a look that was no longer just devotion or ambition, but something terrifyingly possessive. Suguru was utterly, irrevocably obsessed with you.

To him, you weren’t just an old classmate or a former lover. You were the only thing that still mattered, the only thing that could make him feel anything at all. And because of that, you had to be his sacrifice.

He believed that for you to truly understand him, to truly belong to him, you had to feel everything he felt. Every ounce of pain, every drop of loneliness, every moment of doubt and rage and despair that had broken him and remade him into this monster.

Suguru wanted to carve his suffering into your skin, to burn his truth into your mind, until you were exactly like him until you hated the world just as much, until you needed his darkness just as much.

“Look at you” he said, his voice low, silky, dripping with a madness he no longer tried to hide.

He stepped closer, and you instinctively stepped back, your back hitting the cold wooden pillar behind you.

“Hating me so much. Wanting to kill me, I can see it in your eyes. And yet… here you are. You can’t stay away, can you? Just like I knew you couldn’t”

Fear is only in our minds / Taking over all the time.

“Let me go, Suguru” you spat, your voice shaking with rage and fear “I hate you. I hate everything you stand for and I hate what you’ve done”

He laughed, a low and dark sound that vibrated in your chest.

“I know you do. That’s exactly why you’re perfect for this. You poor, sweet, innocent thing… you still think you’re better than me. You still think you’re pure. But I’m going to change that. I’m going to break you down until there is nothing left but us” his voice was dripping with poison.

He didn’t give you time to argue. He moved fast, his hands gripping your wrists hard enough to bruise, pinning them above your head against the pillar.

You struggled, fought against him, screamed at him to let go but he was stronger, faster, and he enjoyed every second of your resistance.

To him, your struggle wasn’t a rejection, it was part of the ritual. It was proof that you were still fighting the truth, still fighting him, and that meant he had to work a little harder to make you understand.

You poor sweet innocent thing / Dry your eyes and testify / You know you live to break me / Don't deny, sweet sacrifice.

“You think you loved me back then?” he whispered against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, sharp and possessive “You thought you knew me. But you didn’t. You were part of what broke me, you know. You and Satoru and everyone else who just… kept going, while everything fell apart. You lived to break me and you still do. Every time you look at me with that hatred… it’s like a knife. But that’s okay because pain is how we learn and I’m going to teach you everything”

He took you right there, right then, with no softness, no kindness, no mercy. It was exactly what you had both feared yet craved for years, rough and relentless, suffocating.

You fought him, you cried, you told him no over and over but he took every sound, every tear, every twist of your body, and wore it like a victory. This was the dynamic he had always wanted, where your hatred and your desire blurred together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He forced you to take him, forced you to feel every inch of him, forced you to accept that no matter how much you hated it, your body still reacted to him, still wanted him, still belonged to him.

It was torture and pleasure all at once. He hurt you by biting, leaving marks that would stay for days, using cursed energy to make you feel sharp, stinging pain mixed with blinding pleasure. All because he believed that pain was the only way to truly know someone.

He wanted you to suffer like he suffered. He wanted you to feel small, trapped, abandoned, and then he wanted to be the only one there to save you.

One day, I'm gonna forget your name / And one sweet day / You're gonna drown in my lost pain.

“You hate this” he groaned, his pace unforgiving, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew you’d bruise.

You whined and he smirked.

“You hate me. But look at you… taking every part of me. You’re drowning in it now, aren’t you? My pain, my anger, my madness… it’s all yours now. I’m pouring every bit of it into you. Just like I promised I would” Suguru moaned out

He didn’t stop when you cried harder. He didn’t stop when you begged. He only went deeper, harder, more desperate, his obsession bleeding through every movement.

He was psychotic in his devotion, convinced that this was the only way to make you his, the only way to make you see. He wanted to ruin you, because only once you were ruined could you be remade in his image.

You poor, sweet, innocent thing / Dry your eyes and testify / And oh, you love to hate me / Don't you, honey? / I'm your sacrifice.

Afterward, you collapsed against him, shaking, sore, broken in every sense of the word. He held you tight and possessive, his arms like iron bands around you as if he hadn’t just hurt you, as if he hadn’t just forced his will and his pain onto you.

He stroked your hair, kissed the tears from your cheeks, whispered words that sounded like love but were actually chains.

“You love to hate me, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with that same terrifying certainty.

A broken sob escaped your lips.

“It’s the purest form of love there is. You hate me because you know I’m right. You hate me because you know I’m the only one who sees you, who really sees you. You are my sacrifice. I told you that from the start. I have to break you to save you. Just like I had to break myself, my perfect angel”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his dark gaze boring into yours, searching for the moment where the hatred finally started to crack, where the understanding started to take root.

I dream in darkness / I sleep to die / Erase the silence / Erase my life.

“Do you wonder why you hate?” Geto asked, echoing the words of the song that had become the anthem of his twisted faith.

He ran a finger along your jaw, tracing the marks he had left.

“You hate me because you’re weak. You’re still too weak to survive the mistakes we’ve made. The mistakes you made, by not understanding me sooner.”

“I’m not weak” you whispered, your voice raw but deep down, you weren’t sure if you were saying it to him or to yourself.

You hated him. You wanted to kill him, wanted to run away and never look at him again.

But as he held you, as he looked at you with that terrifying, all-consuming obsession, you realized with horror that he was right.

You couldn’t leave, you were already too deep. He had taken your love, twisted it into hate, and then twisted that hate right back into need.

You poor, sweet, innocent thing / Dry your eyes and testify / You know you live to break me / Don't deny, sweet sacrifice.

“You’re mine” he said, simply, finally, like it was a law of the universe

Your tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You were mine back at the academy, even when I wouldn’t say it. You were mine when I left. You were mine while I hunted you down and haunted you. And now… you are my sacrifice. The one thing I destroy to make my new world perfect.”

He kissed you then, deep and bruising, tasting your tears, your fear, and that terrible, undeniable longing that you would never be able to escape.

Our burning ashes blacken the day / A world of nothingness, blow me away.

Suguru had unchained himself from morality, from kindness, from everything that made him human. And in doing so, he had chained you to him forever through love, through hate, pain and through the madness that he had decided you were destined to share.

You were his sacrifice.

And Suguru Geto was going to make sure you felt every single bit of it.

[ijennaalias]

The one that got away - Gojo x Reader x Geto

“When everybody is in love, no one survives it”

A tragic, emotionally intense descent into grief, love, devotion, and the unbearable pain of watching someone you love become someone else.

Warnings:

• Angst

• Heavy emotional themes

• Unspoken polyamorous relationship

• Friends to lovers to heartbreak

• Grief & loss

• Depression & mental deterioration

• Hurt/no comfort

• Emotional breakdowns

• Geto’s descent into breaking point

The three of you had never called it anything. Just years of tangled hands after missions, late nights in Satoru’s dorm room where you three make out, Geto stealing your drinks and Satoru giving you his jacket when you were cold, all three of you falling asleep together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like there had never been a possibility of separation. But nobody ever talked about the way Suguru looked at Satoru when he laughed too hard with so much adoration. Or the way Gojo always reached for your wrist absentmindedly in crowded rooms, how he went straight to Suguru whenever he felt like the world was closing in on him.

You looked up from your book immediately as Suguru stood in the doorway of your dorm looking exhausted.

His uniform hung loose on him lately. Shadows sat permanently beneath his eyes now, and he’d started smiling less and less every week after Amanai’s death.

After mission after mission of swallowing curses until he looked sick from it.

You put the book down instantly.

“Suguru?”

He gave you a tired smile “You busy?”

“No, not for you, ever. Come in”

That earned you a quieter look than usual.

Then he crossed the room and dropped heavily onto your bed beside you, laying back with an arm over his eyes.

“Bad mission?” You turned toward him immediately

“They thanked me again” he sighed after a few long minutes of silence

Your chest tightened. You already knew what that meant.

Geto laughed softly under his breath, but there was nothing warm in it anymore.

“They always thank us after” he murmured “Like that makes it worth anything”

You frowned slightly “Sugu..”

“I swallowed another one today” His voice stayed flat as he continued “Tasted like vomit. Like it always does, pure rot and filth”

You reached for his hand instinctively and he let you.

“I’m tired” he admitted quietly as he turned his head to face you

Those words scared you more than anything else could’ve. Because Suguru never admitted weakness nor did he let people in. He just held everything in, held it together.

The emptiness growing behind his eyes terrified you.

“Rest” you whisper, trying to offer him comfort

“What if I can’t?” he asked softly

Before you could answer, the door burst open.

“Suguruuu—”

Satoru stopped dramatically the second he spotted you both on the bed then grinned immediately.

“Oh you two having fun without me?” He teased

“Shut up” you and Suguru said at the exact same time.

Satoru looked delighted as always as he laughed, dropping onto the bed hard enough to make you yelp when he half-landed on top of you both.

Suguru groaned “You’re insufferable”

“And yet you love me” Gojo sighed dramatically

“Unfortunately”

Satoru beamed before turning toward you, pulling his sunglasses down slightly “You too?”

You rolled your eyes “Against my better judgment”

“See?” Satoru threw an arm around both of you immediately “Soulmates, that’s what we are”

Suguru snorted softly beside you. But when you glanced at him, for one brief second, he looked happy again. And that made something ache in your chest. Because it was getting harder and harder to bring him back lately.

—

The missions got worse after that and Suguru stopped sleeping, eating properly.

That was how you knew something was deeply wrong.

The distance between the three of you stretched slowly, painfully, until every moment together felt like trying to hold water in your hands.

You and Satoru both noticed it but neither of you knew how to fix it.

One night you found Suguru sitting alone outside the school steps long after midnight.

You sat beside him without speaking. For a while, neither of you said anything.

“I hate them” he said quietly

Your breath caught. Suguru kept staring ahead.

“The weak” he clarified softly “I think I hate them” he nodded slowly

“No you don’t” you sighed

“I do”

You turned toward him sharply “Suguru”

His expression finally cracked then.

“You know what they ask us to become?” he whispered “You know what they turn us into?”

You reached for him immediately, fingers catching his sleeve.

“We’re in this together”

Suguru looked at you like that answer hurt him somehow.

“Maybe that’s the problem”

—

Satoru cornered you outside your dorm weeks later.

“He’s getting worse”

You already knew. Suguru barely touched either of you anymore.

He disappeared for days without explanation. Smiled less. Looked at non-sorcerers with something cold growing behind his eyes.

And every time you tried to reach him, he drifted further away.

Satoru leaned against the wall beside you, sunglasses hiding his eyes despite the late hour.

“I fought with him again” he muttered.

“What about?” Your voice cracked because your heart clenched at his words

A humorless laugh echoed.

“What do you think?”

You looked down immediately. Because lately there was only one thing left to fight about.

“You think he means it?” you whispered

Satoru went quiet. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded exhausted too.

“I think he wants somebody to stop him”

Your throat tightened painfully.

“Then we stop him”

Satoru looked at you then and the grief in his face nearly broke you because as opposed to you, he let himself see what was really happening.

“What if we can’t?”

—

You saw Satoru standing completely still in the middle of the hallway.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Satoru?”

He didn’t answer. You’d never seen him look like that before.

Like something inside him had gone frighteningly still. Your pulse started pounding.

“Satoru” you repeated, stepping closer “What happened?”

He finally looked at you and that was worse. Because underneath the sunglasses, you could feel the horror radiating off him.

“Suguru…” His voice caught slightly “He killed….”

The world stopped and you felt like you were gonna faint any second.

“No”

An entire village, massacred by Geto. Your knees almost gave out.

“No” you whispered again, like saying it enough times could undo reality itself.

But Satoru didn’t correct you. Didn’t tell you it was misinformation or panic or some misunderstanding.

You saw it in Satoru’s face, he knew that Suguru had crossed the line. And somewhere deep down, Satoru had already known he would.

—

The abandoned temple sat silent beneath the evening rain. Suguru stood near the stairs waiting for him like he’d expected Satoru to come.

Of course he had, Gojo came.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Rain slid slowly from Suguru’s hair and shoulders while Satoru stared at him across the ruined courtyard.

Suguru’s expression didn’t change as he spoke.

“They were monkeys” almost sounded like he was defending his actions

The words landed like a physical blow, Satoru felt something ugly twist in his chest.

“You don’t mean that” Satoru said immediately.

Suguru tilted his head slightly as Gojo stepped forward slowly, rain soaking through his uniform “You’re my best friend, damn it”

Suguru laughed softly under his breath.

The sound shattered something inside Satoru worse than yelling would’ve.

“You always were selfish” Suguru murmured.

Satoru’s jaw tightened “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You keep deciding who people are for them”

“That’s not what this is and you know it”

“No?” Suguru’s cursed energy shifted suddenly, dark and heavy around him “Then stop looking at me like I’m still someone you recognize when we both know things have changed a long time ago”

Satoru’s breath caught and the air cracked around them.

Satoru’s Infinity flickered instinctively as cursed energy slammed into the courtyard hard enough to split stone beneath their feet.

Rain exploded outward and for one brief terrifying moment, both of them reached for power automatically.

Suguru’s curses swarmed violently around him like smoke. Satoru’s Six Eyes glowed bright beneath the round shades.

And suddenly the temple felt too small to contain either of them.

“You wanna know the difference between us?” Suguru asked coldly “You can do anything because you were born untouchable”

Satoru stared at him in disbelief “And you think killing civilians fixes that?”

“They’re the reason sorcerers suffer” Geto yelled

“They’re people!”

“They’re weak” the words echoed sharply through the rain.

Satoru’s expression hardened instantly as he shook his head.

“Stop talking like this”

“Why?” Geto stepped forward now too, eyes burning “Because it scares you?”

“Because it sounds like someone trying to justify becoming a murderer” Gojo yelled

Silence crashed down between them, then Suguru laughed again. But this time it sounded broken.

“You think I don’t know what I became?” the words hit harder than Satoru expected.

Rain poured between them while cursed spirits writhed violently in the shadows around Suguru like extensions of his anger.

“You still don’t understand” Geto hissed “If you have, you’d come with me” his face twisted into something dark

Rain dripped from Suguru’s face as he smiled again, like an evil smirk.

Satoru’s chest tightened violently.

The cursed energy around Suguru surged again suddenly. Satoru reacted instantly, blue lights detonated through the courtyard.

Suguru’s curses collided against it in a violent scream of energy that shattered pillars around them.

The ground split and everything trembled around them. For one awful moment, they nearly killed each other. And both of them knew it. The silence afterward felt monstrous.

Satoru stared at Suguru breathing hard across the ruined courtyard.

This is who they both became now.

—

The first thing you noticed was the blood. Not yours, Geto’s.

A thin streak near his mouth, dark against pale skin, half-dried like he hadn’t bothered wiping it away after whatever happened with Satoru.

Your stomach dropped the second you entered another room in the giant abandoned building.

“Suguru—”

He looked up from where he stood near the window.

For one horrible moment, your heart reacted before your mind did.

Because he still looked like him.

Black uniform, tired eyes, hair loose around his shoulders. The same hands that used to braid flowers absentmindedly into your hair during missions when the three of you were younger and invincible and inseparable.

“You’re crying already?” he asked softly.

Only then did you realize tears were already falling.

“Satoru told me what happened” you whispered

“Did he” Suguru’s expression barely shifted, it wasn’t a question.

The room suddenly felt too small. You could still feel the echo of cursed energy clinging to him like smoke after a fire.

“Suguru… please tell me this isn’t real” You took one careful step forward.

His gaze softened then and somehow that made it worse.

“It’s real”

Your chest tightened painfully.

“No” you said immediately “No, you’re angry right now, you’re exhausted, you—”

“I killed them”

The words landed flatly between you and your breath caught. He said it so calmly like he’d already accepted what he’d become.

You shook your head desperately “You don’t mean this”

Suguru smiled then and he looked nothing short of terrifying.

“You still think there’s something left to save” he scoffed

“There is!” your voice cracked “There is, Suguru please”

He crossed the room before you realized he’d moved. Suddenly he was standing right in front of you, hands gently holding your face while your breathing turned uneven. Your hands grabbed his wrists instantly.

Something flickered in his eyes.

“You know what they did to me” he said quietly “You saw it, the things they made me do”

The room went silent, your heart stopped at his words.

Suguru’s thumbs brushed lightly beneath your eyes, wiping away tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

“Come with me” he said “Leave this place. Leave the people who use us until there’s nothing left”

“Suguru…” Your lips trembled

“You, me and Satoru were happiest when it was only us” his voice grew quieter “But he made his choice”

Satoru still believed reform was possible. Still believed in protecting people no matter how ugly the system became. Geto no longer saw the world like that.

“I can’t” you whispered

His expression changed immediately.

“Can’t” he repeated softly and you cried harder at that.

“Please don’t make me say it”

“You already are” Geto scoffed with a smirk

Your hands shook violently against his wrists.

“You’re scaring me” you confess

That stopped him. For one brief second, Suguru looked genuinely horrified. Then the feeling disappeared.

“I would never hurt you” he said

“But you’re hurting everyone else and that hurts me”

His jaw tightened sharply.

“They’re monkeys” he hissed

The word made your stomach twist. That horrible ideology wrapped around the voice you loved, the man you loved.

You shook your head desperately “Listen to yourself”

“They destroy everything they touch”

“No” you sobbed “No, this isn’t you—”

Suguru’s grip on your face tightened just slightly, enough to silence you.

“This is the first honest thing I’ve ever been”

The room suddenly felt freezing. You stared at him through tears, realizing with dawning horror that he truly believed every word coming out of his mouth.

“Satoru won’t understand” he said quietly “But you do. You’ve always understood me better”

That nearly broke you. You understood the exhaustion and grief and isolation that had rotted into something monstrous inside him. But you couldn’t agree to his vision.

“I love you” you whispered brokenly

Suguru’s expression cracked for the first time.

“And I love you. God, I–“ be sighed and his eyes fluttered close for a second “I adore you”

“Then stay”

You watched the answer appear in his eyes before he even spoke. He stepped closer instead, forehead resting briefly against yours like he couldn’t help himself one last time.

“You should’ve come with me” he murmured.

“Suguru…”

“But if you stay with him” he continued softly “Then don’t stand in my way”

Fear curled coldly down your spine because he threatened you and sounded so calm saying it.

Your breathing hitched sharply. Suguru noticed and for one tiny second, one heartbreaking second, he looked devastated that you were afraid of him.

Then he let you go. The warmth of his hands disappeared from your skin, you immediately missed it.

Something changed in Suguru’s face the moment he realized you weren’t going with him. The cursed energy in the room shifted suddenly, heavy and violent. It pressed against your skin hard enough to make your breath catch.

Your body reacted before your mind did, you froze completely. You just stared at him while something dark and unfamiliar curled around his presence like smoke. Your throat tightened so badly it hurt.

“Don’t” you whispered

He tilted his head slightly. The expression on his face was unreadable now.

“You’re looking at me like I’m a monster”

Your lips parted but no sound came out. A bitter smile pulled at his mouth.

“That pathetic, huh?”

The words hit like a slap. You flinched before you could stop yourself.

“I’m not afraid of you” you lied

“You should be”

Suguru stopped inches away from you, looking down at your tear-streaked face with an expression that almost resembled pity.

“Satoru will love this” he murmured “You running back to him after this”

Your face crumpled immediately “Don’t do that”

“What?” he asked softly “Tell the truth?”

“You know it’s not like that”

“Isn’t it?”

The words sliced straight through you because part of you hated how unfairly close they sounded to your own fears.

“That’s not fair—”

“No” he agreed coldly “It isn’t”

You could barely breathe around the ache in your chest. Because the worst part was that you knew he was trying to hurt you now deliberately.

“Stay with Toru” he swallowed “Play house for all I care. But don’t come looking for me again”

He turned toward the broken window and stepped up on the edge.

“Suguru…” you whispered, body trembling furiously

You hoped he would turn around but no, he just jumped down and disappeared.

—

Satoru was seconds away from tearing half of Tokyo apart looking for you. Shoko had never seen him like this before.

He paced the halls of Jujutsu High like something feral trapped inside human skin, the Six Eyes were burning too violently for him to care anymore.

“She’ll come back” Shoko said carefully from where she leaned against the infirmary doorway.

“You don’t know that” Gojo said

“She’s not stupid”

“She went after him alone” Satoru scoffed

That silenced the room instantly because now nobody said Suguru’s name anymore unless they had to.

Satoru dragged a shaking hand through his white hair, exhaustion and panic bleeding through every crack in his composure now.

“I should’ve gone with her” he whispered

“You couldn’t have” Shoko watched him quietly for a moment.

“I could’ve stopped him, I should have”

“No” she said softly

The words landed like an insult because Satoru Gojo could do anything. That was the curse of being the strongest.

Because if he couldn’t, then somewhere inside himself, Satoru would always believe he failed.

The hallway suddenly shifted with cursed energy and Satoru froze instantly as he looked up before he disappeared, leaving Shoko to herself.

You barely made it through the school gates before your legs gave out.

You hated that you were still crying.

The gravel beneath your shoes blurred as tears slipped endlessly down your face, your breathing uneven and painful.

Then suddenly, Satoru’s voice calling your name. You looked up sharply, the panic on his face shattered into something even worse.

Then he was in front of you instantly. Hands grabbing your shoulders hard enough to steady you before you collapsed completely.

“Hey, hey”

You broke the second you touched him. A sob ripped violently from your chest as you grabbed onto the front of his uniform and practically fell into him, both of you collapsing on your knees onto the ground.

Satoru caught you immediately. One arm around your waist. One hand at the back of your head pulling you against him like he thought if he let go for even a second you’d disappear too.

“What happened?” he asked breathlessly “Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?”

You couldn’t answer, every time you tried, another sob cut through your throat.

Satoru’s expression crumpled instantly because this wasn’t normal crying, you were completely devastated and that only meant one thing. Satoru let it happen, his grip tightened immediately desperate to comfort you and himself.

“Okay” he whispered quickly “Okay, I got you”

You buried your face against Satoru’s neck and cried harder. And for the first time in years, Satoru Gojo looked helpless. Just a boy holding the person he loved while another person he loved tore both of them to pieces.

“Satoru…” your voice cracked violently “I tried”

The words broke him instantly, he knew you did. Satoru held you tighter.

“So did I” he whispered.

His voice cracked on the last word. That scared you enough to finally look up at him. Satoru’s eyes were red from all the crying and suddenly you realized he was barely holding himself together too.

Your expression shattered completely.

“Oh God” you whispered

Satoru pulled you against him so fast it almost hurt, burying his face against your hair as his breathing turned uneven.

A choked sound escaped him. You’d never seen Satoru cry before. Not like this, at least. His entire body shook once as he held onto you like drowning people hold onto wreckage. And all you could do was cling back just as desperately.

Neither of you spoke, there was nothing left to say. Not when the absence of Suguru sat between both of you like a fresh wound.

—

Far away, in an empty room lit only by weak city lights, Geto sat alone.

Blood still stained his hands. Your tears still haunted him and Gojo’s words were still on his mind.

For hours he stared at the wall without moving. Until finally, his face twisted violently and a broken sound escaped his throat before he could stop it.

Suguru covered his eyes with one shaking hand as grief tore through him hard enough to make breathing painful.

Because leaving Satoru and you behind was the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

[tophollands]

S. GOJO X READER

WARNINGS: angst angst angst, blood, gore, death, no happy ending <3

“Please. Please, wake up.” You whispered, a plea that could only be heard between the sky and the man that laid in your arms. The ground was wet beneath you, and you hated that you knew what it was. That the liquid was now lukewarm against your skin but once held an initial chill. That despite being outdoors, the faint aroma of iron still lingered all around you.

He felt so warm.

You didn’t move, arms wrapped around a built torso that was covered in lacerations, head tucked deeply into a neck that was now damp from the earlier blood and tears that had streamed down the sides of his cheeks.

He still felt so warm.

His scent blanketed you, faintly mixed in with all the rubble and smoke. You tried to ignore the coppery metallic tang that had unwelcomely woven itself in.

Fingers curled into his tight black shirt, chin trembling and lips wobbling. You panted into his neck, each breath a gasp for air. He was here, he was right here in your arms. He just needed to wake up.

“Please baby. Please, wake up- need you here, c-can’t go on without you. Please.”

The quiet was sickening. The lack of a response, the lack of anything except for the cries and insults and pleads that flowed from your torn lips. Each second passed so agonizingly slow, yet so fast all you could do was bury yourself deeper into his neck. Still, you tried.

Beg after beg after beg.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there for, crying out to some unknown upper power to bring him back, to any god or creature that might’ve existed and took pity on you. You had screamed, cursed, tried bartering your own life and soul to just have him for a moment longer.

Sobs and wails turned into spurts of snarls and growls as if you were some ravaged animal, some crazed thing with a hunger for something that could only ever be satisfied by him. You dug your hands into the blood soaked soil, nails bleeding and tearing on rocks as you raked your fingers through, throwing dirt and hurling insults at the sky.

“I’ll do anything. Please!” The words tore from your throat, more of a demand than anything else.

When there was no response, you were forced to sit with your anger. Forced to sit in silence, save for your own cries that echoed around you.

Curling up next to him, just as you had always done, your hands traced softly over his abs, fingers running and tickling patterns on his skin as if the two of you were solely cuddling. You were careful not to dip too low, to not feel what wasn’t there.

Then they threaded through his hair. The beautiful stark white tufts, damp with sweat, now partially dyed a dark maroon as it seeped out onto the earth behind his head in a distorted halo. The pretty hair you’d tug on or massage and play with after he had a long grueling day, after he found his rightful place with his head in your lap, hair splaying out like he was some angel. He’d grin at you, eyes closed in content as he hummed along to whatever you blabbed on about. He’d make a comment that he felt at peace with you, that he could be himself. That you were his home.

Your nose ran along the side of his neck, lips grazing the skin, nuzzling as close as possible. The warmth was fading by the second.

“You’re okay, my love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you baby.” More whispers and lies that would go unanswered. More tears that rushed down the sides of your face. More love with nowhere to go.

“Did so good- so brave,” your nails gently scraped against his scalp, fingers weaving through the strands, waiting for the soft hum that always fell from his lips at the motion that he loved, that soothed him. Your other hand found his cheek. He was growing increasingly colder, a tell that you had laid there with him for hours. You would stay there with him forever if you could.

So softly, you caressed his skin, thumb carefully avoiding a small wound, unknowingly smearing the blood that had previously trailed down the sides of his mouth. ‘You’re okay’ repeatedly muttered into his neck, as if you murmured the words enough times, as if you treated him so gently and held him so closely, that they might come true. That your eyes would open and he’d be right there smiling at you, sharp piercing blue eyes teasing but flattered, glint of devious humor shining through like always. He’d laugh at you, poke and make fun of, then he’d pepper you in kisses all over. Tell you he’d love you, that you knew better, knew he’d never leave you.

He would come back. He had to.

“We’re gonna go home, ‘kay? G-gonna go home, and-and it’s gonna be fine, I can fix this, we can fix this, baby,” you sobbed. And it was cruel- such a cruel and ugly moment that had no right to be your last with him. Filled with nothing but lies and snot and blood, the smell of smoke somehow becoming more prominent while his began to vanish. The lies you swore only dealt more damage to you, heart thumping and mind screaming that it knew, that your body knew, but you refused to speak the words on your tongue.

A period of silence, of some mock makeshift semblance of comfort that would never come. Tears and wails had slowed to small gasps and soundless whimpers as you laid with him, trying to pretend that the two of you were home in your shared bed, wrapped lovingly in each other's arms- your usual nightly routine. Surely if you willed it enough, it would come true. He remained still in your arms. Frozen.

A new round of sobs made their way up your throat, already stinging and scratched raw from the supposedly endless supply you had. Your eyes burned, puffy and rimmed red while your lips grew swollen, teeth having gnawed them from your past failed attempts to bite back screams.

Agony was a paralyzing thing, a full force sensation that shook you yet rooted you still, that would make you remember this nightmare forever. You knew years down the road on a beautiful sunny day- if any could exist without him- you'd shut your eyes and this moment would find you. Haunting. Immobilizing. It would force you to relive it, force you to come back here. There would be no escaping him, this.

But you supposed this was the price you always knew you’d pay. Your curse for falling in love with the strongest.

You blubbered out a howl, cradling his head closer, shifting up so that now he lay tucked in the crook of your neck, hands pathetically making a faux display of protecting him, shielding him. As if you ever could. Your hands fisted into the root of his hair, desperately clutching him towards you, holding him like you couldn’t possibly fathom ever letting go.

You’d barter everything, switch places with him in the blink of an eye, anything to not be lying like this with him right now. Your legs were careful to not touch him, didn’t want the reality to hit you and remind you of what he lacked below. It didn’t matter, he could still come back.

Still, you tried to comfort him amongst the sputtering of your cries, absolutely shredded and strained from the complete and utter bloody murder you had screeched. The moment was hideous, flecks of blood now dry on your face, hair matted with his gore, snot you hadn’t bothered wiping away, face puffy and splotched. None of it mattered.

“S-Shoko, she, she will-” and you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, painful and instant, as if your body and mind were finally accepting the fact that your words were useless and futile. That each lie dug a little deeper, took something from you that you’d never get back. Shoko wouldn’t be able to do anything. and you knew it.

“Please please please, come back. Please!”

The words twisted in your gut, a physical pain that punched so profound a hand left his cheek to cradle your stomach, to clutch at your chest. You writhed, stone and gravel hard against the side of your skull, trying to catch a breath you’d never get. It was overwhelming, devastating, the ultimate display of affection towards a loved one. You’d done it, you achieved it.

There was no amount of soul dealing you could do, no solution you could find, no turning back time. This was real, this was your new life.

Immediately, you shot up, temporarily abandoning him of your touch to grasp at the clothing near your chest and neck, anger and denial ebbing away and panic seeping in as reality finally took hold. It was like ice in your veins, a seer so hot it burned cold. There was a visceral fear, pure unadulterated hysteria that pummeled through you at the reality of having to go on without him- a soul tie between the two of you that had been severed far too early. There was no reparation for a loss so big. Nothing could ever fill the newly gaping hole in your chest. You would truly never be the same. You clawed at your throat, at your face, no amount of oxygen relieving the need for air that you lacked. But you knew that wasn’t what your body craved, wasn’t what your soul yearned for.

Naturally, you turned towards him- always to him, only to be met with the horrific sight all over again. The flat dullness of his eyes, bright electric blues completely fizzed out, replaced with a lifelessness that only confirmed the one thing you wouldn't accept. The gape of his mouth, now dried blood that had dribbled down the sides. White long luscious eyelashes that you’d always been jealous of, spattered with crimson.

But his arms- his torso.

A gut wrenching wail broke through, shoulders rolling with every vicious sob, lips curling and eyes squeezing shut. This was it. This would be the last of him.

You leaned over him, forehead resting on his unbeating too still chest, arms caging the sides of his head to rest in his blood.

“Please- if you w-wont come back- take me with you, take me with you, p-please, I can’t do this, I can’t do this,” you yelled, unsure to who. Maybe to him, maybe to the sky, maybe to no one. You wished you could crawl inside of him, tuck yourself right behind his ribcage and die there, rot with him, fester and become one with nature together.

Raising your head to gaze directly down at him, you knew. When all that reflected back in his now lifeless eyes, was a version of you you’d never seen before, you knew.

You willed yourself to die, rocking back and forth as the stomach churning nauseating grief rattled your bones, making it incapable to stay still, torn fingers clawing into the earth to try and grasp onto something. Tears dropped onto his blood stained face, skin paler than ever before, murky eyes staring right through you. This was it.

“Take me with you,” you begged, making eye contact as the coldness of it all began to settle in your bones. The weather was overcast, skies grey, thunder cracking as it began to softly drizzle. “Take me with you, Toru. Please.”

You dropped your head, too heavy to keep up.

“Please.”

And all your prayers would forever go unanswered.

[ijennaalias]

👏🏻👏🏻

[ijennaalias]

The girl next door - Sam Monroe

MeanGirl!Reader x Sam Monroe

You’re the popular mean girl, a fucking bimbo that Sam hates but loves to spy on through his bedroom window until you catch him and decide to play a little game with his head until you both give in and fuck.

It’s a long one but idk how many words

Enemies to Lovers in a way

Sam leaned against the hood of his truck with a cigarette balanced between his fingers, one boot pressed against the bumper as his eyes roamed the parking lot.

It was still a few minutes until the bells rang for first period so majority of the students were only gathering now. Sam took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly through his nose as he watched the usual crowd gather near the front entrance.

The jocks and their slutty cheerleaders. The girls who acted like the hallways were runways.

He noticed your car before he noticed you from the girly music blasting through the speakers of your baby blue BMW convertible your daddy got you for your 16th birthday not long ago.

Your two best friends were already laughing before the car had even fully stopped. Winnie and Britney, aka your little worshipers who copied everything you did.

“Ah, here we go” Sam muttered to himself

One of your friends climbed out, tiny purse hanging from her shoulder while she fixed her hair in the side mirror. While the other one climbed out from the backseat as her boyfriend greeted her immediately.

Before your heels even touched the pavement, Brad the school quarterback and resident asshole appeared beside the car with that arrogant grin Sam wanted to punch off his face daily.

“There she is” Brad said loudly, like he needed an audience for every sentence that came out of his mouth. Brad grabbed you under your arms dramatically and lifted you clean out of the driver’s seat like you weighed nothing at all.

Your head tipped back with a giggle while your skirt fluttered.

Sam grimaced “Jesus Christ”

Everything about the scene irritated him. The way your friends squealed over it like it was the cutest thing they’d ever seen, those douches taking every chance to show off their muscles. And you, who looked exactly like the kind of girl he couldn’t stand.

Tiny little white top that barely covered anything, short pink skirt, heels completely impractical for school, sunglasses pushed into your hair and of course accessories.

Your purse really was ridiculously small. What the hell even fit in there? A credit card and lip gloss?

Sam took another drag from his cigarette, eyes narrowed. He should’ve looked away already. But he didn’t because the unfortunate truth was…you were gorgeous. Annoyingly gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that made people stupid around you.

You smoothed your skirt with manicured hands while your friends kept talking over each other, and Sam rolled his eyes hard enough to hurt himself.

Then you looked up, right at him. Your smile faded just slightly when your eyes landed on him leaning against the truck as you seemingly examined his appearance. Before you could give him a smile, you were interrupted.

Brad wrapped an arm around your waist possessively, pulling your attention back toward him as your group started toward the school entrance.

“What are you looking at Donnie Darko?” Brad laughed as they passed by Sam

“Freak” one of your friends added as she swayed her hips almost as perfectly as you

The clicking sound of your heels echoed across the pavement. Sam watched you walk away despite himself and swore under his breath and crushed the cigarette beneath his boot.

By lunch time, it was clear enough that Sam regretted showing up to school all together.

He had his headphones on but only covering one ear and a notebook open in front of him, though he wasn’t really writing anything. Mostly just sketching absentmindedly in the margins while trying to survive the hour.

Then your laugh cut across the room and caught his attention. Sitting on the table with one leg crossed over the other as you sipped your drink and laughed with your friends.

He hated mean girls and you were the poster girl for it, always gossiping about people and humiliating the less popular ones.

“Omg I’m so embarrassed for her” you pressed a hand to your chest theatrically

Sam shook his head and looked back at his drawing.

“Right? I’m like so embarrassed for her” Winnie added

Sam scoffed as he laughed to himself. Those girls had no thoughts or opinions of their own whatsoever.

What made it worse was that you were the girl next door. He has seen you in your room or with your friends by the pool countless times.

When you got your car a few weeks ago, you ran out to the driveway in your tiny shorts and sports bra, jumping up and down in excitement. When you and your friends tan in the backyard in the most minuscule bikinis.

The houses sat close enough together that he could see straight into your upstairs bedroom through the open curtains. He saw you countless times, getting ready and doing your makeup or hair, in your slutty pj’s.

His bedroom light was off, the only illumination coming from the glow of his desk lamp and the streetlights outside. Music hummed softly through his headphones while he half-finished an English assignment he’d already procrastinated three days on.

The light switch on in your bedroom caught his attention as he propped himself up on his elbows on the bed.

You just walked in, taking off your heels and throwing your purse onto your bed.

Tiny denim skirt sat low on your hips while your top clung tight to your body, delicate lace catching the warm light from your bedside lamp. Your perfect blonde hair fell loose over your shoulders and his brain short circuited.

“What the fuck” he muttered under his breath and stood up, going closer to the window

His face felt hot and he ran a hand down his face aggressively, annoyed at himself for looking longer than he should’ve.

You were shimmying out of your skirt, pretty pink lace panties on full display as you turned around so your back was facing him. Sam gulped as you reached for the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and revealing the matching bra.

“Holy shit” Sam whispered as his eyes widened but he couldn’t stop the little smirk that was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You suddenly turned and made eye contact with him. He quickly leaned away from the window.

“Fuck, shit” he cursed, praying that you didn’t see him.

You quickly grabbed a zip up hoodie and matching micro shorts and switched the lights off before you stormed out of your room.

By the time Sam gathered the courage to peek again, he saw you slamming your front door shut. His stomach dropped.

“No”

You walked over to their house and the bell rang.

“No, no, no. Shit Sam you fucking idiot” he panicked because there was no way you were here

Then he heard your voice.

“Oh my God” Sam whispered in horror

You were downstairs in his house. You saw him looking and now you were telling his mom. He could already imagine how this was going to go, he could already hear his mom’s voice.

Samuel Monroe, were you spying on the neighbor girl?

Humiliating, actually humiliating. He stood abruptly, pacing once through his room while muffled conversation floated upstairs.

“Sam?” his mom called from downstairs

He closed his eyes briefly as he gripped the door handle.

“Sam!” She yelled again

“Yeah?” he yelled

“Can you come down here for a second?”

He considered jumping out the window. Instead, he dragged himself out the bedroom door like a man heading toward execution.

He could see you as he slowly walked down the stairs, stopping midway. His mom and one of his brothers were also by the front door, talking to you.

“Y/N came over and she just told something very interesting” his mom said, hand on hip

Sam’s eyes flickered between you and her, fingers curled tightly against the railing. Your face was stern and he was beyond panicked.

“Oh yeah?” Sam cleared his throat

“Yeah, the maid let their dog outside and now it’s missing” she said

Sam blinked confused.

“W-What?” he asked

“Yeah. How could she even let that happen. Y/N came over to ask if we’ve seen…uhm…” she explained

A small smirk appeared on your face before you tore your eyes from Sam and looked at his mom.

“Prince. He’s a teacup pomeranian” you smiled softly

“Prince, what a cute name” his mom smiled

“Uhm, yeah no. I haven’t seen it” Sam said

You bit your lip to stop a laugh as he relaxed for a second now that it was obvious that you didn’t tell his mom.

“Hey, maybe you can help Y/N look around the neighborhood” his mom said

Sam’s eyes widened immediately and your smirk grew.

“Absolutely not” he blurred out

“What a great idea” you gasped at the same time

She turned to face you and put an arm on your shoulder.

“Come on Sam, do something nice for once” his mom argued

You lifted an eyebrow at him as you shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, yeah. Whatever” he said and stomped down the last few sets of stairs

“Thank you Mrs. Kimball” you said politely before you looked at Sam again

He knew you were messing with him now.

You turned around and walked outside and he followed as his mom shut the door.

Sam watched your ass as you walked ahead of him, the scent of your perfume lingering like a cloud.

“Get in” you looked over your shoulder as you walked over to your car and got in.

Sam opened the passenger seat door and slid into the leather seat, watching you from the corner of his eye as you back up and turn the wheel, speeding off.

You stayed quiet for a few minutes, driving with one hand as the gentle breeze blew your hair.

“So uhm…” he began and you slammed the breaks, pulling over to the side and killing the engine

“Did you like what you saw?” You asked as you turned to face him

“W-What? I didn’t see anything” he said

“Yes you did” you crossed your arms

“Okay, but it wasn’t a big deal” Sam explained

“Hah!” You scoff offended

“No, I mean it was a big deal. But like, I-“ he rambled and you smirked “Sorry” he sighed and leaned his head against the headrest, looking out to his right

“You saw me. Now it’s my turn” you said and after a few seconds of his brain progressing your words, his head snapped towards you

“You’re kidding” he said

You bit your bottom lip and shook your head.

“What? Like right now?”

You only nodded slowly.

“Right here? Fuck that, no way” Sam scoffed

You tilted your head towards the road and he shook his head.

“Fuck no” Sam said

“Fine, I’ll go tell mommy then” you sighed dramatically

“Fine, fine. Just…okay fine” he said and got out of the car.

You watched him as he pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling up his black hair and making his chains rattle.

He threw the shirt towards you and you caught it laughing.

“Keep going” you said

Sam rolled his eyes and fumbled with his belt before he pulled his pants down and put them in the car seat. He leaned his elbows onto the half rolled down window and liftedq his brows.

“Happy now?” He asked

“I’m not really seeing you” you said

He rolled his eyes and walked toward the front of the car.

You giggle and shake your head.

“Take it off” you said, nodding at his boxers

“No way, show’s over” he yelled and walked back

“Fine, I guess we’re even now” you said

“You’re fucking crazy for making me do this” he said and pulled his pants back as you began driving

“Yeah right. Like watching me get naked from your window is so much better” you said

“I apologized” Sam said as he rugged his shirt back and reached for the cigarettes in his pocked, lighting one

By the time you pulled back into the neighborhood, Sam was in a genuinely terrible mood. Mostly because you wouldn’t stop smiling.

“You’re enjoying this way too much” he muttered

You glanced over innocently “Enjoying what?”

You pulled up to your house and he got out immediately.

“You’re the most irritating person I’ve ever met” he pointed a finger at you

“And you’re the biggest pervert I ever met” you laughed, leaning against your car hood

“Great, now we can go back to pretending we don’t know each other at school tomorrow” he said, throwing his cigarette bud onto the floor

“Wanna come upstairs?” You asked

He stopped and looked at you confused and shocked.

“What?” Sam asked

“Yeah. Come on” you said and reached for his hand

Sam looked around to make sure nobody saw you two. The second you stepped through your front door, you looked back at him over your shoulder with that same dangerous little smile.

Sam was already suspicious.

You laughed softly while shutting the door behind him. The house was quiet, warm light glowing from lamps in the hallway while somewhere deeper inside a television played faintly.

“Parents asleep?” Sam asked

“Mhm”

“Convenient” his eyes rolled

You turned toward him, leaning back against the door for a second.

“Are you always this paranoid?”

For somebody who acted constantly irritated, Sam Monroe looked unfairly good standing in your foyer. And the fact he clearly had no idea made it worse.

The staircase creaked softly beneath your heels while Sam followed a step behind you, his hand still in yours. Your hoodie slipped slightly off one shoulder as you climbed, exposing smooth skin and a tiny gold necklace resting against your collarbone.

Sam looked away immediately but then looked back.

At the top of the stairs, you led him down the hallway toward your bedroom, your fingers absentmindedly tracing against his knuckles as you walked.

It was subtle and probably unintentional. But Sam felt every single movement anyway.

“You know” you said lightly “People at school would lose their minds if they saw us like this”

“They’d assume you lost a bet” Sam said

You snorted “Please. They’d assume you kidnapped me”

“That’s fair”

You stopped outside your bedroom door and turned toward him suddenly, still holding his hand. Up close like this, Sam could smell your perfume again.

Sam studied your face for a second, he really didn’t trust whatever you were thinking right now.

“Come on” you guided him in before softly closing the door

This room up close was exactly what he expected your room to look like.

Soft pinks and creams everywhere, warm fairy lights draped along the walls, glossy magazines stacked neatly across your desk beside scattered makeup products and perfume bottles. Your vanity mirror glowed with little bulbs around the edges.

Sam glanced toward the overflowing closet visible through the cracked door and snorted quietly.

“You own enough clothes to survive an apocalypse”

You tossed your hoodie onto a chair “Thank you”

“That wasn’t a compliment”

“I accepted it as one anyway”

Sam shook his head, wandering farther into the room while you moved casually behind him.

His eyes caught on the wall above your desk. Photos, dozens of them. Polaroids pinned everywhere of you with your friends at parties, football games, beach trips and birthdays.

Sam studied one picture in particular. You sat on the hood of your convertible wearing oversized sunglasses while your friends posed around you dramatically.

“You really are obsessed with yourself, huh?”

You gasped behind him” That’s memory preservation”

“That’s narcissism”

“You’re rude in my own bedroom” you laughed

“You brought me here voluntarily”

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him immediately. Sam bent down to grab it and throw it back at you but when he turned towards you, he nearly forgot how to breathe.

At some point while he’d been distracted looking around, you’d climbed onto the bed behind him. Now you lay stretched across the blankets on your stomach, legs bent upward lazily behind you, watching him.

Your chin rested against one hand while the other traced absentminded circles into the comforter. The position looked entirely too intentional.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” you giggled

His jaw tightened slightly at the amusement in your voice. The problem was, you looked ridiculously good sprawled across pink sheets under soft lighting like this.

“Ha ha” he rolled his eyes with a smile

“Was that a smile?” You asked

“Stop tracking my facial expressions”

“Make me” you laid on your back with your head hanging down the bed slightly

The words hung in the air immediately and both of you paused.

“Or you’d rather just stand there and look–“ before you could finish his hand was around your throat and his lips were on yours

You gasped a little as he wasted no time in sliding his tongue into your mouth and slowly kissing you. Upside down like this, your shirt had slipped slightly, your glossy lips curved into that same teasing smile that had been driving him insane since the parking lot and he couldn’t take it anymore.

You made another soft sound against his mouth that nearly destroyed his self-control entirely. When he finally pulled back slightly, your lipstick was smudged and your eyes looked dazed. Sam’s breathing had gone uneven too.

You stared at each other for a second before you smiled.

“You’re obsessed with me” you whispered

“Fuck you” he spat

“Do it” you leaned up to kiss him again as you reached for his hair

Sam had no idea what was happening but the next thing he knew was that he was on top of you on your obnoxious bed between a sea of pillows, hungrily kissing you.

But the way you were so hungry for him was mind blowing because the two of you were polar opposite and he was certain that you found him a loser.

“Sam” you moaned out as his lips kissed your neck and collarbones

Your hands played with his hair and scratched at his back as he rubbed himself against your wet entrance

“Sam, please” you whined

“Shut up” he moaned into your mouth

“Fuck me already”

“Better start asking me nicely you little whore” Sam scoffed as he leaned up so he can get a better view at you

Fuck you were really pretty. No fucking wonder you were miss popular and every guy wanted to get with you. You had it all, the perky tits and perfect ass, the long blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Sam please” you bit your lip as your hands played with your tits, arching your back off the mattress “I want you inside me, please”

Ans suddenly, your voice wasn’t annoying anymore as you begged him to fuck you. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the swollen tip against your clit.

He still had your pussy juice all over his face from a few minutes ago when he was deep between your thighs, licking your clit and fucking you with his tongue as you were moaning his name like a damn prayer.

“You want it?” he grinned and you nodded, watching him stroke his cock

Sam gripped your cheeks with his orher hand and your eyes snapped up to his.

“Look at me when I put it in” he said as he aligned his tip and began to slowly push in

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.

“Holy fuck” you moaned out satisfied as your eyes began to flutter close

“Keep your eyes on me” Sam warned

It felt too good, the way he stretched you out.

“Oh my God” you smiled

Sam couldn’t believe your reaction, the way you couldn’t keep yourself from crossing your eyes like a slut at the feeling of his dick inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight holy shit” Sam moaned as he began to thrust into you

He grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your thighs against your chest, watching the way your wetness coated his length.

“It’s in my tummy holy fuck” you gasped, putting your palm against your lower belly

“Yeah? Good enough for you?” Sam smirked as he leaned down to kiss you again

“Yes, yes fuck” you bit your bottom lip as you closed your eyes

He spit on your pussy and watched it drip down to his cock and then be pushed inside you.

He picked up the pace and you began to moan louder which made him smirk.

“Get on all fours, wanna see your ass” he said and pulled out

You jumped up, getting on your knees and arched your back for him, spreading your legs.

“Fucking shit that’s hot” you heard him say

His hand made sharp contact with your ass cheek and you moaned out. He was back inside you and this position allowed you to feel him even better.

“That’s it, fucking let me heard you” Sam said as he pounded you fast

You were completely out of it, face smushed in the mattress. He leaned down and wrapped his hand around your throat while the other gripped your hair.

“Like getting fucked like this?” he whispered into your ear

“Yes” you hiccup

“Yeah? Like getting your pretty makeup ruined from sucking cock and then stretched out like this like a little slut?”

Fuck he had no idea where all this came from.

“You feel so good Sam, I’m gonna cum again” you whined

“Fuck Y/N stop, stop clenching like that”

He let out the neediest whines and whimpers when you began to clench. Your orgasm hit you and you couldn’t stop yourself.

“I’m cumming Sam, I’m cumming” you cried

Sam squeezed his eyes and pulled you up, bending you backwards by your jaw and kissed you as he felt himself at the edge.

“I’m cumming” Sam moaned into your mouth as he filled you

A few seconds later, he let you go and you fell back on the bed. He slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, panting.

“Fuck” he sighed and turned to face you

You giggled and leaned your elbows on his chest, laying your head down and looking up at him. Sam swallowed and reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Even with your makeup messy, you were such an it girl.

“You’re fucking huge you know that?” You said and he burst out in a small laugh, shaking his head

“You’re unbelievable”

“What? That was a compliment” you smiled softly

You leaned closer and kissed him again slow and deep. God he was such a good kisser, you couldn’t get enough.

“I’m fucking tired” he said when you pulled away

“So just sleep over then” you offered

“What about your parents?” Sam asked as he got up to grab his cigarettes and open your window

“It’s not like you can’t sneak out early tomorrow” you said and sat up, grabbing his shirt to put on

Sam watched you in his black shirt. He was convinced you didn’t own anything black. He put on his boxers and then lit his cigarette as he sat by the window.

You watched him blow the smoke out and you walked over, sitting in his lap. His hand wrapped around you immediately.

“Can I?” You asked

“Have you ever smoked before?” Sam asked and you shook your head no “Here” he said and took another long drag of the cigarette before he leaned in and blew the smoke into your mouth before he kissed you

You smirked and kissed him back, playing with his hair.

“I like your piercings” you said

Sam nodded and remained quiet as you studied his face like a love struck puppy.

“What?” he asked, caressing your face gently

You kissed his jaw and neck, behind his ear and back to his mouth as he finished the cigarette and threw it outside.

“Wanna shower with me?” you asked

“You’re not so bitchy now after getting dicked down” he said and stood up with you

“Just your luck” you said and pulled him into your bathroom

Weird thing was, you and Sam stayed yo until 3 am. Talking, kissing, making jokes.

24 hours ago, he bated your guts and everything about you and now he was smoking in the same parking spot at the same time as yesterday.

The students were one again gathering, Brad and his idiotic teammates were loud as ever and your baby blue car pulled up in your spot.

You didn’t have friends with you today, Winnie and Britney rode with Brit’s boyfriend.

You stopped the music and grabbed your purse as you stepped out of your car.

Sam’s eyes were on you since the second he saw you coming. Your hair and makeup were back to their annoying perfection, unlike the messy locks that greeted him this morning when he woke up with you on his chest.

Your heels made your legs look more toned, your plaid mini skirt that had him wondering how many times someone’s got a glimpse at your panties underneath.

“Hey Y/N” Brad called out from a few feet away

You smacked your gum, blowing a bubble as your purse was swinging in your hand on your way to him.

Sam eyebrows shot up and he smirked as he watched you strut past Brad.

“Morning” he said as he threw the cigarette bud away

“Morning” you smile

His hands found your hips and Sam pulled you into a kiss. Your tongue slid into his mouth and his hands found your ass. Even with heels on, he towered over you.

You knew everyone was watching and you couldn’t care less.

“Did you put on eyeshadow?” you asked

“Yeah” Sam said and you kissed him again

“Looks cool”

Hw smirked and you giggled.

“Y/N, what the hell?” Brad walked over

You glanced over your shoulder and gave him an unimpressed look.

“What are you looking at, asshole?” Sam grinned

The way Brad’s face fell was priceless.

“I’m busy, Brad” you said and he snorted

“You’re kidding, right? What you’re into emo boy now?” He asked

You rolled your eyes and Sam wrapped an arm around your waist.

“See you later” you said to him and you and Sam began to walk towards the door

“You’re having fun?” Sam grinned

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” you giggle

“Okay, fine. Have it your way, princess” Sam put on his sunglasses and kissed your temple as his hand slapped your ass.

[haydensheartt]

Favorite emo boy

[ijennaalias]

I bet he whimpers 💙🖤

[ijennaalias]

I want it, I got it - Steven Meeks

Bottom!Meeks x Top!Reader but no actual sex, just some fun foreplay, shy subby Meeks and a girl who teases him

You’d been cutting across the courtyard after dinner, your sweater hanging loose off one shoulder while a cluster of boys nearly tripped over themselves trying to hold doors open for you when you overheard a specific group of boys near the stone archway. You knew them of course.

“I’m serious” Meeks muttered somewhere beyond the columns, his voice low and embarrassed “She’s— I don’t know. She’s just…”

“She’s just what? Just Y/N, the prettiest girl around?” one of his friends, Dalton, teased

Then Meeks sighed softly, like the words physically hurt to admit.

“She’s just this ethereal beauty”

Your stomach flipped.

“Jesus Christ, Meeks” Neil snorted a laugh

“Oh, he’s gone” Dalton announced dramatically

“Hopelessly” Neil agreed

Meeks groaned “Shut up”

“But seriously” Pitts spoke up, amused “You’re never gonna talk to her anyway”

“I know…I was just saying”

The next morning, you made your move.

Meeks was in the hallway, talking normally with Pitts until you appeared beside him out of nowhere.

“Hi, Steven” you smiled

The effect was immediate. He nearly dropped every single book in his hands and hurried to fix his glasses.

“O-Oh hi, hey” he said

“Cute glasses” you said

Pitts choked trying not to laugh. Meeks looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

“Thanks”

For the next week, you tormented him and your girl friends were giggling about it for days.

You’d sit beside him in class when there were plenty of other seats available. You’d touch his arm while laughing at something he said just to watch his brain short-circuit. You’d hold eye contact too long or look at him for a while until he noticed and you made eye contact.

One day at lunch, you caught him staring at you from two tables away. The second your eyes met, he inhaled wrong and started coughing on his drink. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop smiling.

God, he was adorable.

Eventually, you found him exactly where you expected one late afternoon. Hidden away in the library, curled into the farthest corner table beside a stack of books taller than your arm.

Rain tapped softly against the windows while the library lamps glowed gold around him.

His head snapped up so fast he almost hit the shelf behind him as you sat down across from him.

“You scared me”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous” you replied easily

“W-what are you doing here?” Meeks blushed

“I need help” you crossed your arms and leaned back, resting one leg over the other

“With what?” He asked confused

“Trig”

Meeks adjusted his glasses – fuck he’s cute.

“Well…” He cleared his throat “Okay, uhm…. so for example this theorem—”

For the next ten minutes, he explained patiently while you watched him more than the book.

“But you already know all this…” he slowly paused form explaining

You blinked innocently “Know what?”

“This” he pointed to your notes

“I don’t” you smirked a little

“Yes, you do” He pointed at you accusingly with his pencil now, gaining the tiniest spark of confidence.

You tried to suppress a smile.

“Oh my God”

“What?”

“You were messing with me”

“A little” you shrugged

“A little?”

You leaned forward across the table slowly and Steven stopped breathing.

“You’re very easy to fluster, Steven”

His ears turned red too.

“I—”

“And it’s cute” you smiled

His throat bobbed hard. You could practically see the panic in his eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart” that word nearly killed him “You thought I didn’t notice?”

His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.

You stood slowly from your chair and walked around the table toward him. Steven tracked every movement like you were a predator closing in. Which, honestly, maybe you were. When you stopped beside him, he looked up at you with wide nervous eyes, turning with his seat to face you.

“Still nervous?” you asked quietly, tilting your head

“Yes…” he nodded

“Good” you said and his breath hitched

You stepped between his knees slowly, watching the way Steven Meeks immediately tensed beneath you.

“Y/N—”

“Hm?”

His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore and then he gripped the edges of the wooden seat.

“You can’t just—”

“Can’t just what?”

You rested a hand lightly against his shoulder, pretending innocence while his face burned red. Then, before he could finish whatever panicked sentence he’d been trying to form, you slid onto his lap.

Steven made the softest, most shocked noise you’d ever heard in your life. Your knees settled on either side of him, skirt riding slightly higher as you straddled him in the narrow chair. His entire body went rigid beneath yours.

“Oh my God” he whispered

You smiled sweetly “Problem?”

His hands still weren’t touching you.

“You’re shaking” you murmured

“I am not” he whispered

“You are” you smiled a little

“I—” Meeks swallowed hard “You’re sitting on me”

“And?” you shrugged

“And—” he couldn’t finish the sentence.

You leaned closer, watching his breathing get shallower and shallower until it was almost unfair.

“Steven” you said softly “Relax”

Easy for you to say. You could practically feel his heartbeat through his sweater. Slowly, teasingly, you shifted your hips just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath at the friction.

His eyes widened behind his glasses.

“Y/N—”

He looked absolutely wrecked already. And the thing was — Steven clearly wasn’t used to this. To being wanted. To having someone look at him like this. Which only made you want to tease him more.

“You know” you said thoughtfully, fingertips brushing the back of his neck “for someone so smart, you’re very easy to distract”

“You’re doing this on purpose”

“Obviously”

Another tiny shift of your hips made him choke on his own breath again, you chest was pressed against his and you fingers were playing with his hair.

“Oh, you’re adorable” you grinned

His hands finally landed carefully on your outer thighs like he physically couldn’t stop himself anymore.

“There you go” you murmured

Steven looked up at you with an expression so openly overwhelmed it almost ruined your teasing streak entirely.

You leaned down first and when your lips finally brushed his, Steven melted instantly. Your hand gripped Meeks’ hair a little tighter, just enough to make his breath catch again. He was staring at your mouth now.

You could feel how tense he was beneath you, how badly he wanted to kiss you and how terrified he was of doing the wrong thing. Which made teasing him unbelievably easy.

You leaned in slowly, Steven’s eyes fluttered halfway shut immediately and his grip tightened carefully around your thighs.

And just when his lips barely touched yours again, you leaned back. A quiet, frustrated breath escaped him before he could stop it.

“Aw” you whispered “Were you expecting something?”

His face turned even redder somehow.

“You’re mean” he exhaled

“Maybe”

You leaned close again, close enough for your lips to ghost over his without fully kissing him. Steven actually chased after you a little this time before catching himself.

“You’re doing this on purpose” he felt defeated at this point

“I know” you roll your hips again and moan out softly at the feeling of his hard cock against your pussy.

Then, deliberately, you let your thumb brush his jaw while your tongue barely flicked against his bottom lip.

The sound he made was small and completely helpless and you swore you could feel the shiver that went through him. His forehead dropped lightly against yours as though he physically needed a second to recover.

God, this man was so gone.

“Y/N” he whispered weakly

You tilted your head innocently “Yes?”

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to kill me”

You laughed softly, and the sound alone seemed to make him melt again. This time, when you leaned in, Steven met you halfway automatically.

You pulled back again at the last moment. His expression looked genuinely devastated, he thought this was the moment you’d finally kiss.

“Aww” you teased quietly, brushing your lips against his jaw “Look at you, so needy”

“I hate you” he gasped for air a little

“No you don’t”

That finally broke your resolve.

Your hand slid gently to the back of his neck as you kissed him properly this time — slow at first, warm and deep enough to make him immediately soften beneath you. Steven kissed like he did everything else, careful for about three seconds before feeling too much all at once. Then he was kissing you back harder, still nervous but needy now, fingers tightening at your hips as he tilted into you.

You smiled against his mouth when he made another breathless sound into the kiss. The poor boy was completely lost in the moment.

His hair was already messy from your fingers tugging lightly at the back of his neck, his breathing uneven as you kissed him slow and deep enough to leave him dazed. He was pulling you a little closer without even realizing he was doing it.

“Y/N” he whispered between kisses, sounding overwhelmed

“Hm?” You kissed his jaw and neck briefly before returning to his puffy lips

“You’re—”

“Ruining your ability to think?” you cut him off

A helpless laugh escaped him “Yes.”

You grinned and kissed him again before he could recover. By now his glasses had slipped slightly crooked, and his tie looked like he’d lost a fight with it. If anyone walked in, they’d know immediately what had been happening.

Which is exactly why the sudden voice near the bookshelves made Steven jerk in panic cause for the past minute, his friends were standing a few feet away watching everything happen.

The way Meeks had his hands slowly slip under your skirt to grip your ass had the fabric inch up just enough to give the guys a peek at your pretty lacy thongs covering your pussy as you rubbed yourself against Steven’s hard cock, painfully growing in his pants.

The soft whines leaving his mouth were only for your ears tho.

“Well, well, well” a voice said

Both of you froze.

Neil Perry stood at the end of the aisle beside Charlie Dalton, who looked seconds away from collapsing from shock.

“Meeks?” Daton asked

Steven looked like he wanted was a deer caught in the headlights. You, meanwhile, just laughed softly and glanced over your shoulder.

“Hi, boys” you mewl as you arch into Meeks even more, feet bend up and backwards to rest on his knees

Neither of them answered immediately. Dalton finally pointed dramatically.

“Should we leave you to alone?”

“No, you can have him. I’ll have my fun with him later tonight” you sighed dramatically

“Y/N” Steven groaned, chest heaving as his hands began to shake

You finally slid off his lap, smoothing your skirt back into place while he sat there looking completely wrecked.

His hair was disheveled, cheeks crimson, his glasses sat lopsided on his face while he stared at the table like it had personally betrayed him. Honestly, adorable.

Still smiling, you leaned down and fixed his glasses carefully for him and then you adjusted his crooked tie.

Steven looked up at you like you’d hung the moon.

“I’ll see you later, handsome”

His brain clearly stopped functioning again.

“O-Okay”

You grabbed your things before stepping behind him as you tilted his chin so his head would tip backwards as you leaned down to kiss him again, tongue sliding into his mouth without hesitation.

Neil cleared his throat and you stopped after a few seconds.

“Bye boys” you smiled as you left

“STEVEN MEEKS?!” Dalton exploded

Neil was laughing so hard he had to grab the bookshelf. Meanwhile Steven just dropped his face into his hands entirely.

“What just happened?” Neil asked

Dalton clapped him hard on the shoulder “Our boy’s a romantic” he paused dramatically “And apparently capable of miracles cause fuck me that was better than my dad’s Playboy magazines”

Steven groaned louder while his friends continued absolutely destroying him.

“Didn’t know you’re a voyeur, Meeks. Or maybe it’s your girl who’s just making you do freaky things” dalton laughed as he sat down

“You’ve been holding out on us, man” Neil patted Steven on the shoulder.

“I have no idea how that happened but somebody pinch me” Meeks exhaled

“So are you gonna see her tonight then?” Neil asked

“Oh fuck” Steven said

[orange-juice-stravaganza]

Steven Meeks x perv!fem!reader (E) - "tease"

summary: (request) you love teasing Steven. You just didn't expect it to actually go somewhere.

tags: teasing, smut, nsfw, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, explicit content!, sub!meeks(?), this is my first xreader story ever so I hope it's alright!

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It is no secret that you have a bit of a dirty mind. Not to yourself. Not to your friends. And especially not to your boyfriend, who's been on the receiving end far too often to remain oblivious.

Steven knows you well enough to expect some comment about the shirt he's wearing. The way you're salivating over his pecs. The way you want to bite into his arms after he's just come out of the shower. Or when you tell him all about those dreams you have at night.

Dreams where he isn't the shy boy he is in real life. Dreams where he slides those big hands up under your shirt and cups your breasts. He'd press a grin into your mouth, all cocky and handsome.

There isn't a day that goes by where you don't think of it. You might be a bit of a pervert, but it's only Steven that brings those thoughts to the forefront of your brain.

You press your thighs together thinking about it, all the things he could do to you. Steven is sitting across from you, frowning down at his notebook like it's personally offended him. His glasses are sliding off his nose. He keeps having to push them back up.

It's adorable.

You want him.

"You're staring, sweetheart." It's only been a few months since the two of you started dating. Years of friendship and longing in silence before then. The names he uses for you still make you melt.

You swallow, sitting up in your chair. Your own schoolwork has long been forgotten. It seemed exceptionally boring with Steven sitting right there. He's much prettier to look at. "You're so hot."

He rolls his eyes, even as his cheeks turn a pretty pink. A color you've started to love more than anything. Especially with how easy it is to achieve. The right words and he's putty beneath your hands.

"Do you really have to study right now? We could be doing so many other things…" You reach out to hook a finger over his notebook, pulling it away from his line of sight. His eyes snap to yours immediately.

He's gotten more bold since he started dating you, you'll give him that. Where he'd previously disappear into his bedroom or turn into a stuttering mess he now pushes back. Not quite indulging you, but at least he's not running away.

"Oh, really? We're nearing finals week and you suggest sitting here and teasing me instead?" There's a faint smile on his face, telling you that despite his words he can't get enough of it. As it should be. He never fails to make you feel special.

You shrug, leaning over the table, close enough for your noses to bump. "You're just so fun to tease," you whisper, reveling in the way Steven shivers.

He leans forward, pressing a short kiss to your lips. "Not as fun as getting full scores on our finals."

Slumping back into your chair, you sigh. "If you were this dedicated to fucking me right, we would both be a lot less pent up, you know?" It's a low blow. Some vulgarity to bring back that flush to Steven's cheeks. Rile him up a little.

"Y/N!" Steven is looking at you with wide eyes, hands clenched around his notebook. His knuckles turn white with how tightly he's holding it. A stark contrast to the red of his cheeks, the tops of his ears. It pairs nicely with his freckles.

"Come on," you say, hooking a socked foot around his calf. "You know you want to."

He sighs, throwing his glasses on the table and burying his face in his hands. The flush runs down the skin of his neck, where it disappears into his shirt. Something casual today. A plain white tee that stretches tight across his chest.

With a new opportunity presenting itself, you trail your foot farther up his leg. "Don't tell me you don't want me, baby. You deserve a treat after studying all day."

He looks up from his hands, must decide that you're worth looking at because he puts his glasses back on. The thought makes your heart clench, even as he mutters, "I think you're all talk."

"Oh really?" You laugh. It's true. Kind of. Sort of. He doesn't need to know that. Besides, how difficult can any of it really be? "Why don't we give that a try?"

His chair screeches backwards and Steven stands, your foot falling away. It's all too predictable, he's never indulged you before. You don't think he's going to start now.

What this /does/ grant you is a perfect view of his butt in his gray sweats. You bite your lip, letting your eyes linger.

Steven paces the small space of your shared apartment. After a while, he sits back down, heaving a sigh. His cheeks are still a faint pink, but nothing as bad as before. "You're a menace."

"You're hard." It's a fact. You'd seen it as he tried walking it off. He's a lot of things, your Steven, but embarrassed is not one of them. /It's a natural human function, after all./ He'd tell you something along those lines.

"You can't prove that," he huffs, avoiding your gaze.

And you know a challenge when you see one, that's why you don't hesitate to raise your foot again, planting it right between his legs, the ball of your foot pressed firmly over his dick.

Steven gasps, eyes wide as he looks at you once more. You don't ever want him to look away again.

You laugh. It's the absurdity of the situation that gets you. The thrill of it. "All talk, huh?"

Steven's breath stutters. You can /see/ the blush rising on his cheeks. "A-alright, sweetheart. You proved your point."

"Have I?" You tilt your head, grinding your foot into his crotch. He lets his head fall forward with a stuttered breath, one of his hands coming up to grip the side of the table.

You see his furrowed brows, lip pulled between his teeth. If he looked good before, he looks absolutely gorgeous now. "Steven," you hum, "you'd tell me to stop if you wanted me to, right?"

He nods. Tight, jerky motions that make his hair fall over his forehead.

"Then say you don't, baby." You continue to circle your foot, watching him closely. His breath hitches in his throat as his chest rises and falls. His hips twitch forward, pressing himself more firmly against you.

"Sweetheart," he sighs. "Please." When he looks up at you there's a wetness to his eyes. It's so jarring, you almost stop entirely. "You're so—"

"Come here, baby," you tell him, taking your foot away. You want him close, need him close. "I want to see your handsome face. Want you in my lap."

Steven stumbles out of his chair, rounding the table and falling to the floor in front of you, his knees banging against the wood. It sounds like it hurts, but he doesn't even flinch.

His whole body is flushed, you can tell. The realization he's a full-body blusher makes you bite your lip. He looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading. He looks up at you like you're /everything./

"Fuck," you sigh, cupping his cheek. He leans into the touch near instantly. "That works too."

Steven swallows, hesitating for one moment before he says, "Want to taste you, sweetheart. Have wanted to since the first time I saw you. I want you to squeeze my head between your thighs, I want you to take my breath from me." His words shudder out of him, like having your touch is enough to make him shiver.

The image flashes through your mind. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined it before. Steven between your thighs. Having him right there in front of you, so close after all that time, it's enough to make you throb. "Then why didn't you say so, honey?"

He shakes his head, eyes falling away from yours as he adjusts his glasses. "Please?"

Who are you to deny him that, the thing he wants most? You take the glasses from his face, placing them gently on the table next to you before spreading your legs and leaning back in the chair.

Steven's mouth parts. It must look obscene from his perspective, but all he does is slide his hands up your thighs, under your skirt. He pulls off your panties smoothly, dropping them to the floor before looking up, as though he needs more permission.

"I love you," he says, voice strung tight. There's a distant look in his eyes, like he's both here and somewhere else. You can't help but cup his face again, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

"Love you too, Steven."

He nods once before leaning forward, disappearing half underneath your skirt as he licks that first hot stripe through your folds. You gasp, head falling back as your hand finds its way into the back of Steven's hair. "Fuck!"

Humming, Steven goes to work. His hands are clenched tight on top of your thighs. His tongue explores your pussy, lips closing around your clit and sucking. It makes your breath come quicker, all your dreams coming true in the form of a tongue working it's way inside you.

"Steven, fuck. I'm—" It's embarrassing, how quickly you're approaching your climax, especially after talking big game. But you can't be blamed either, you've been dreaming about this for months. You're only human, after all. "Close, baby."

He flicks his tongue over your clit before going back to it. Slightly clumsy, but impossibly addicting motions that make you see stars. It isn't long before your thighs are trembling, squeezing closed around Steven's head as he licks you through your orgasm.

It feels like it lasts forever, though it must only be a few moments. You pull him from between your thighs the moment his touch starts feeling like too much.

He looks absolutely gone. His hair messy where you had been pulling at it, cheeks flushed and a sheen of slick all over his chin. So pretty.

You smile at him, dragging your thumb through the mess and pushing it between his lips. He takes it easily, cleaning it off. His eyes close as he sucks at it.

"Come on," you mumble, after a short while. You don't have to pull hard to get him in your lap. Settled on your thighs and looking down at you, like he's waiting for something.

You're not sure what that something is, but you kiss him regardless. He sighs into it, licking into your mouth. It's slick and a bit disgusting, but Steven's hands are in your hair, so you don't mind much.

Kissing him doesn't seem to be enough, though. You can feel his dick pressing against your hip. It makes you smile. "Your turn now."

[ijennaalias]

He needs to keep his nerdy glasses on🫠