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mochidoie · 8 months ago

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diet pepsi.

listen to - diet pepsi by addison rae na jaemin x reader wc - 10k genre - fluff and hotness, shy!reader, flirty!jaemin, suggestive warnings - shirtless jaemin x4, mentions of a "nude" pic, partying/drinking, a makeout session, aloootttt of sensual tension! a/n - HERE IT IS! thank you all so much for the hype over the preview. i hope yall enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it:) comments and feedback are always appreciated!! i read all of them! update: i still can't move on from that jaemin pic.

Accidentally walking in on your best friend's hot housemate half naked with a towel around his waist in the bathroom was never in your plans. But maybe, it was in his?

“Why do you guys have so much Diet Pepsi in your fridge?” There is a slight cadence of disgust in your voice, judgment for the most part, knowing damn well no one drinks Pepsi – let alone Diet Pepsi.

Mark shuts the fridge door that you’ve left idly open as you rummage through the kitchen cabinets for a snack. “It was a late night purchase. The store ran out of all the good stuff.”

“Now, it’s left taking up space.” You snarl, picking through opened bags of crackers, chips and candy that aren’t sealed properly. “You guys never have good snacks.” Giving up, you make your way upstairs toward the only bathroom in this entire shared house.

“Well, last time I checked, you don’t live here.” Mark hollers from the kitchen, a bit of sass in his statement. “Yet you’re here all the time!”

“You’re overjoyed I’m always here!” Your body leans over the railing of the stairs, calling out to your best friend in an unnecessarily booming voice and a light giggle at the end of your sentence.

Mark doesn’t respond and you’re deep in the hallway in search for the bathroom that is shared between four college men. Although you’re solely Mark’s best friend, the other three guys have welcomed you into their house as they would their own. Honestly speaking, you’re only rambunctiously annoying when you’re just around Mark. His housemates know you as his shy and sweet friend.

It’s hard for you to open up to others, despite these people being equally as close to Mark as you are. There is just not enough common ground for you to relate to them, as nice as they are when you’re at their house.

Jeno is probably the most similar to you, a man of few words and a smile that resembles a kind puppy. He doesn’t contribute much to the conversation, but he is always laughing at their shared jokes and silly antics. Haechan is the most different from you, playful and Mark’s nightmare at times. Lastly, there’s Jaemin, a man who you’ve found yourself stealing glimpses of whenever he is near.

Your heart leaps and twirls at any mention of his name, his whereabouts, him. Though, your crush on Jaemin will never come to light. You only let yourself admire from afar, a man as hot and charming as he is already has an entourage waiting on him. And Mark would never let you live it down that you’re practically drooling over his housemate.

So as you find yourself in front of the bathroom door, you don’t hear the shuffling on the other side. You mindlessly turn the knob and open to reveal Jaemin, shirtless with a towel low around his waist.

He doesn’t even flinch at the sudden exposure, clearly engulfed in taking a mirror picture. Both of his arms hold up his soft pink phone, his biceps flexing at the simple position. His broad, wide shoulders are on display and all you see is his bare silky skin. You’re gawking, anyone can see at a mile away, hungry eyes tracing the outline of his toned chest and chiseled abs.

When he finally acknowledges your presence, a big toothy grin appears on his face. Your name rolls off his tongue excitedly, “you’re right. I am overjoyed you’re here.” His lower register catches you off guard and something inside of you spikes at its rumble.

Jaemin watches as you try to find your words, tripping over your own tongue. He drinks up how your eyes bounce between his face and his bare upper body, lost in his canvas.

“Sorry!” You quickly shut the door, odd that you’re the one embarrassed when he is the one who got walked in on. Running down the stairs, you slam right into Mark, causing him to fall back onto the couch.

“Whoa! Are you in a rush or something?” Mark groans. His eyes fixate on your flustered expression. “What happened?”

You’re deciding whether or not you should lie to him, committed to not exposing and embarrassing yourself even further. “Just bumped into Jaemin. Does he normally not lock the bathroom door?”

There is a small quiver in your voice, but you try your best to remain nonchalant and calm. Mark raises a curious eyebrow, a shaky grin grows on his lips. You can’t even imagine all the wild and inappropriate thoughts spinning in this college boy’s head.

“That’s weird. He’s usually good about that stuff.” He snickers, “What did you see?”

“Get your head out of the gutter.” You lightly slap the back of his head, but feel heat spread across the tips of your ears and run its way down to your cheeks. “I didn’t see anything.”

“Bummer, bet you wanted to.” Mark jokes, a fit of giggles erupting from his stomach.

You roll your eyes and proclaim loudly, “I have no interest in Jaemin.” Liar. The image of his hot body still hasn’t left your mind. It’s catastrophic. Crossing your arms, you plop onto the sofa next to your best friend.

Right on cue, another voice chimes in. Coming down the stairs, Jaemin dances his hand on the railing. His muscular arms catches your immediate attention as he flaunts around in a tight white tank, his other hand in the pocket of his gray sweats. “Damn, that really hurts my ego, (y/n), especially after you’ve seen me naked just now.”

Nonetheless, he doesn’t look offended. Instead, a sweet smirk curves upward on his perfect face. You swallow hard, bashful and ashamed yet again that Jaemin continues to ruin you.

Mark is laughing his hardest, but you don’t hear him. Your heart pounds in your ears, rapidly and loudly. “You weren’t naked, Jaem. Don’t give Mark any ideas.”

Jaemin chuckles, tucking in his chin shyly. His charming smile is subtle, but dazzling. You’re absolutely positive you have tiny stars swimming in your eyes just looking at him. He makes his way past you two, toward the kitchen to grab a Diet Pepsi out of the fridge.

“I’m sorry, I’ll remember to lock the door next time.” He apologizes, taking a sip of his drink and grimacing at the taste.

“What were you even doing in there?” Leave it to Mark to be such a curious cat. You nudge him in the rib and he winces noisily. “I want to know what you saw! You guys are acting so suspicious.” He sends a glare at you.

Jaemin comes up behind the couch. He leans over, handing Mark his phone. On display is the picture you witnessed Jaemin take a few minutes ago and the frontal view is even better than what you saw from the side. Your sharp intake of breath doesn’t go unnoticed by Jaemin, but he doesn’t call it out.

The picture could be considered a nude, even if it cuts right at his waistline. It’s so scandalous and he doesn’t seem the slightest sheepish about it. If anything, he and Mark are grinning together at Jaemin’s godly body, like two bros appreciating each other’s muscles.

“Yo, Na Jaemin! This is so crazy, look at that chest work.” Mark giddily hits at Jaemin’s chest, displaying a weird manly affection for his housemate. “All those hours at the gym are paying off. Are you posting this?”

Jaemin shakes his head. “It’s only meant for special eyes.” He glimpses briefly over at you, but you avert contact quickly. You think about all the people the boys talk about during their drunk kickbacks, but Jaemin is incredibly secretive. I don’t kiss and tell, is what he always says when the guys try to probe him with investigative questions.

You normally try to pretend like it doesn’t bother you, always helping him by telling the boys to mind their own business. Nonetheless, you’re probably the only person in the room who wants to know the most about his endeavors.

“This is a nude?!” Mark jumps up and throws the phone back at Jaemin, rubbing his eyes in hopes to rid the picture out of his memory. “I love you dude, but I’m not sure if I want to know you’re posing for nudes in our bathroom.”

Jaemin laughs, “C’mon, Mark. You don’t have to have such a big reaction, just say you want me to send it to you too.” Mark shakes his head aggressively and you’re suffocating at the thought that you walked in on Jaemin taking a nude. A swirl of nasty thoughts circle your mind and you gulp at the desires that fill your lungs.

You get up so suddenly that Jaemin and Mark fall silent and wait for your next move. “I’m going home.” You announce, gaze stuck to the ground and fists balled at your side. “I’ll see you later, Mark.”

“Alright, do you need a ride–”

“No, I’ll just walk. I need to take a breather.” Your legs are moving before anyone can follow after you. You didn’t know what came over you, but spending another second in that room with them meant increasing your chances of saying something regrettable.

The cold breeze of the night cools your hot skin and fresh air clears your mind. It is still early in the evening when you check the time, but it is realistically going to take you 30 minutes to walk back home. You didn’t think it through, frankly, but at least your head is clear from all the dirty thoughts about Jaemin.

Though, you wonder how whoever receives his photo would react. Would they combust the same way you did? Would they be left speechless at such a glorious man? Special eyes. It must be nice to have Jaemin interested in you.

When you’re left with your own reflection and about a quarter into your walk, a car pulls up slowly next to you on the curb. Initially, you’re cautious as to the random vehicle approaching you so intently.

However, the driver’s window rolls down and Jaemin calls your name. “It’s dangerous for you to walk. I’ll take you home.”

That annoying, rhythmic sound of your heart starts up again. Normally, Mark is the one who drives you to and back, but even you didn’t think you could stand being in the car with him as he would endlessly tease you about Jaemin.

“That’s alright. I’m almost there-”

Jaemin gets out of the car and walks around to open the passenger door for you, “it wasn’t a polite offer. I’m taking you home.” His stern tone causes you to comply and enter his car without another attempt to protest.

When he enters the car, the tension in the atmosphere is heavy and thick. He turns off the engine and you can hear the quietness of the night again. You swallow the spit pooling at the back of your throat, unsure how to talk to him. This is the first time you two have been alone together, just you and him in one confined space. You’re usually with Mark when you’re with the other guys.

“I’m actually really sorry, again. I hope you don’t feel weird about seeing me like that.” Your heart crumbles at the genuinity in his apology. Your abrupt leave probably had him thinking he made you feel uncomfortable.

“Jaemin, it’s fine. I already forgot what you looked like and it’s your house. You should feel comfortable doing what you want there.” You’re downplaying all the emotions rising in your throat, but you can’t help feeling guilty at the pout on his glossy lips.

“Mark said that you’re not used to stuff like that. Is that true? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” Jaemin looks over at you, a hand resting over the wheel.

You look away, his sultry stare being too much for you to handle. “Mark doesn’t know anything about what I’m used to. I don’t talk about that stuff with him.”

It’s the truth. You’ve had your fair share of hook ups, drunk makeout sessions at the club, and a previous relationship. So, you wouldn’t say you’re as innocent as Mark always tries to make you out to be to others. However, you’re not throwing yourself at just anyone and aren’t as open to sharing your experiences to people, Mark being one.

Jaemin nods, acknowledging everything you’re saying. “I noticed you’re usually quiet when all of us talk about our sexual experiences.”

“You are too, though.” You mumble under your breath, twiddling your thumbs.

“I’m too distracted watching how shy you get at the mention of Haechan getting head.” This statement, paired with his deep voice, is glass shattering. Something drops in your stomach, your feelings and thoughts colliding together into something unidentifiable.

Jaemin looks so good under the streetlamp. Even in the darkness, you can still see the twinkle in his alluring gaze and how much charm he exudes with a simple toothy smile. The desire to kiss him is so magnetic, you can feel yourself breaking at any moment.

“You notice me?” Your brain has lost control over the words that spill from your lips. Your lustful and romantic feelings go into overdrive, saying things you’ve never dared to say.

It is his turn to send you a confused look, as if it is the most ridiculous question you could have asked. “Of course I do. It’s hard not to. You… have such an effect on me. I talk about it all the time to Jeno and Haechan.”

This is shocking news to you. You’ve always been under the impression that the other three had no interest or a second thought about you, let alone Jaemin of all people. At the end of the day, you’re just Mark’s best friend and you’re only really there because of him. His housemates are respectful and don’t linger for too long when you’re around, so it never occurred to you that would be a topic in their conversations.

You stutter and approach slowly, “what do you talk about?”

Jaemin chuckles, shaking his head and starts the car. “Can’t tell you. Just know that I like it when you’re around.” He starts driving you home and you can feel the conversation fleeting. But you don’t want to stop, you want to peel him layer by layer until he is at his core.

You two drive for some time in silence. When he approaches your neighborhood, he hits you with one sudden question. “Do you have feelings for Mark?” This is the one of many times he has surprised you tonight.

“No!” You refute excessively. “We’re strictly friends. He is nowhere near my type.” It is a question you get pretty often, given that you two are attached at the hip. Nonetheless, the thought of you and Mark together romantically makes you gag. He is nearly your brother at this point.

Jaemin raises a curious brow, “what is your type?”

He pulls into your driveway and you’re presented with a window of opportunity. You dance with the possibility that Jaemin could actually be yours. After tonight, he definitely confirmed that he notices you.

Jaemin peers over with innocent eyes and a soft smile. His elbow rests on the middle console and his large hands hold the bottom of the steering wheel. And you can’t believe that after all this time, he has been looking at you with such an endearing gaze. Gathering all the courage you have left, you clear your throat.

“Guys like you.” You say, rather breathlessly. You see his pupils dilate and his lips part at the sudden flirtatious confidence. It’s like a lightbulb switches on inside his head. For once, you have left him speechless. “Goodnight, Jaemin. Thank you for bringing me home.”

You exit his car, but he is quick to follow. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk you to your door.” You almost make out the slight shakiness in his voice and you’re giggling at how dazed you’ve gotten him.

Approaching your door, Jaemin turns your cheek to face him. His hand remains hot against your jaw and you think in any second, he might lean down and kiss you. He’d kiss you to the point where you’d turn to goo right at his feet.

Your knees grow weak under his hooded stare, “goodnight (y/n). I’ll let Mark know that I got you back safe and sound.” With that, his hand drops and he starts taking a few steps backwards toward his car. Disappointment is evident in your reaction.

Your shaky hands unlock the front door and you look back to see Jaemin leaning against his car waiting patiently for you to enter. When you get inside, your back slides down against the door, heart beating fast, and you wallow in the emptiness that Jaemin has left you with.

The only noise filling the air is the sound of his car pulling out of the driveway. Then, your phone buzzes in your pocket and the notification causes your jaw to drop.

Na Jaemin (Mark’s Housemate): 1 Attachment

“Holy shit.” Jaemin’s nude flashes back at you and you’re taking everything in. The events earlier today come flooding back into your memory. Lustful desires cause your stomach to stir, tracing the lines of his collarbones and following the protruding vein on his shoulder.

Na Jaemin (Mark’s Housemate): for your special eyes xx

Na Jaemin (Mark’s Housemate): still have no interest in me?

Blinking at the thread of texts, your head is empty and a lump forms in your throat. Na Jaemin, the man that you are.

mark lee-ave me alone: Party tonight, you coming????

mark lee-ave me alone: It’s been like almost two weeks since we hung out, do i need to file a missing person’s report?

you: i’ve got finals

mark lee-ave me alone: you finished finals we literally share calendar schedules… why u avoiding me

you: why are you guys alcoholics

mark lee-ave me alone: sounds good ! see u tn hehe

Tossing your phone onto your bed, you groan into your pillow. It has been a while since you went over, let alone seen Mark. After the moment you had with Jaemin, you aren’t entirely sure if you’re ready to face him again. You had nearly fainted from all the emotions he put you through that day.

He also didn’t reply to your text, but then again, you didn’t give him much to work with. This is Na Jaemin you’re talking to and the last thing you want to do is to scare him away. So, the best response you came up with was the blushing emoji and embarrassment hit you all over again.

Nonetheless, you went back to that photo every night since and its effects remain the same every time. Widened eyes, hot cheeks, butterflies in your lower abdomen, wild thoughts. It has gotten to the point where your phone suggested making it his contact picture, causing the bashfulness to catch up to you.

Your phone buzzes again and you’re rolling over to expect another text from Mark. Instead, your heart rubs at your chest at the appearance of Jaemin’s name on your screen.

Na Jaemin (Mark’s Housemate): can’t wait to see you tn

Mark must’ve told them about you coming to the party. All it takes is one simple text and your feet are kicking in the air. Excitement replaces the dread that you were feeling before and you’re jumping out of bed to find a cute outfit.

When you finally get to the house, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation bubbles inside of you. While you’ve looked forward to seeing Jaemin before, this time is completely different. He unlocked something that you can no longer control.

Mark lets you in, slightly buzzed, and the house is already packed with drunk people. Haechan is on aux as per usual with his perfectly curated party playlist. Jeno has a large bottle in his hand, pouring a line of shots on the kitchen island like a skilled bartender.

You’re unconsciously scanning the room for Jaemin, Mark’s words going in one ear and out the other. “It’s quite a turnout. We didn’t expect so many people would show!”

When you take a quick look around, many are unfamiliar faces. Most of these had to be friends of his housemates, knowing how small Mark keeps his circle.

“What is this party even for?” Yelling over the loud music, you swear there will be ringing in your ears tomorrow morning.

“We’re celebrating the end of the semester!” Mark cheers, excitedly with a big goofy grin. “The guys mostly wanted an excuse to get their friends together and have some fun.”

“That’s surprisingly more wholesome than I thought.” You nod, noting the pretty girls moving their hips in the dark and crowds of guys surrounding the keg. “Very fun.” You say sarcastically and follow Mark through the maze of hot bodies.

The kitchen is unrecognizable. Half empty glass pitchers and plastic cups line the sticky marble counters, they were definitely not getting their rent deposit back with all the tarnish.

It wasn’t your first time at one of their parties, but it had been a long time since they’ve thrown something of this scale. It surprised you, mostly because everyone who lived here seemed so laid back that you didn’t expect the large magnitude that they could draw in.

“Did you want something to drink?” Mark grabs a beer from the fridge, politely squeezing his way through those leaning against the appliances.

You shake your head, “not right now.” He lifts a curious brow at your bottom lip between your teeth. Could he tell you were anxiously waiting for someone?

“So, where have you been lately?” Your mind is extremely overstimulated with everything happening around you, and of course, Mark decides to have an open conversation in the middle of his densely packed kitchen area.

Shrugging, you play it off like everything is normal. “Needed a break from you. You bitched about me coming over all the time, so I chilled out.”

Mark takes a swig, clearly not believing you. “That’s the real reason why? There isn’t anything else regarding someone who lives here?”

He is prying, digging, scheming. You can see it in his smug face when he knows he hit a soft spot. “Do you want to tell me? Because it seems like there’s something going on that you won’t tell me.”

“It’s just interesting.” He shrugs, “Jaemin insisted on going after you the night you walked out. Care to tell me what happened?” Mark giggles to himself like a high school girl sharing secrets. Rolling your eyes, the twitch of your lips curve into a small grin.

“Is that so out of his character?” You cross your arms, “Jaemin has always been a gentleman unlike you, who let me walk home in the dark when you know it takes me 30 minutes.”

Your best friend throws his hands up in defense, “I was going to go! Like I said, Jaemin beat me to it. He just grabbed his keys off the hook and told me he got it.”

“After you told him I felt uncomfortable?” Anger rises in your voice. Quite surely, you sound more offended than you actually are. Nonetheless, that explanation from Mark did irk you a bit when Jaemin had told you.

Mark looks sheepishly at you and takes a timid sip. “Well, didn’t you? Isn’t that why you stormed off?! When have you ever talked about nudes, or having sex for that matter?”

Scoffing, you couldn’t believe him. Your face gets warm from the spotlight he has you under. It’s complete disbelief that fuels your next line and you shout over the music, “That doesn’t mean I don’t have sex. I have sex!”

“Who is having sex?” The baritone voice sneaks up from behind you and a hot hand touches the small of your lower back. You seize up at the physical intimacy, turning around to see Jaemin looking as charming as ever. The pure visual of him has hearts in your eyes.

Mark laughs, not noticing how Jaemin snakes his hand around and rests it on your hip. He pulls you a bit closer so that your body leans against his strong arm. “We were just talking about what happened between you two a couple of weeks ago.”

Jaemin nods, as if he understands the situation completely without much context. He looks down at you and smiles sweetly, “did something happen between us?”

He doesn’t break eye contact with you, barely paying attention to Mark, who you’ve also tuned out of this conversation. The quiver in your voice is obvious and Jaemin’s eyes gleam upon hearing your sudden shyness. “No. You just drove me home.”

“Yeah, you heard it here first.” Jaemin switches to an excited and peppy demeanor, as if all is well and you two aren’t acting extremely suspicious.

Though, Mark is incredibly oblivious so he isn’t hard to fool. He doesn’t press on and gets pulled off to the side by Haechan to fix one of the speakers, leaving you and Jaemin alone among the drunken party goers. Your throat feels like it's closing in on itself, nervousness building your stomach yet again.

Jaemin swiftly turns you to face him fully, both hands holding your arms as he admires how you’ve dressed up tonight. “I’ve always liked this shirt on you. How have you been? I noticed you haven’t come around lately.”

“I’ve been busy.” You’re as quiet as a mouse, but Jaemin hears you loud and clear. You’re extremely conscious of the two of you openly together for everyone to watch or listen in, but Jaemin’s attention is solely on you.

“Busy avoiding me?” The way he asks is lighthearted. He isn’t trying to instigate the way Mark was, it's playful and unserious, even if the question did hold some genuine curiosity.

“I don’t know.” It’s easier for you to be truthful with Jaemin compared to Mark. After that brief chat in his car, you felt like you could be honest with him as he was with you. As if somehow, that one pivotal night changed the dynamic of your nonexistent friendship completely.

You feel connected to him. Seen by him. “If I did something wrong to make you want to avoid me, you gotta tell me.” Jaemin begins, sincerity heavy in his round eyes and tone.

However, you stop him from continuing. “There is nothing wrong with what you did. I liked it, alot. I avoided coming because you make me feel nervous and shy.” Perhaps you are revealing too much too soon, but you can’t help it with the way Jaemin looks at you.

He grins, “you’ve always been nervous and shy around me. Those feelings never stopped you from coming around before.”

You’re stunned at how observant he actually is. All this time, you thought you did a good job at keeping those feelings internal. Jaemin and you never shared an extensive conversation before that night, but you didn’t completely ignore him whenever he was in the room.

Whenever you two would be physically near each other, you’d strike up small talk about classes and ask how he’s been – even if you had to build up the courage to say something.

You would always greet him back when he would arrive home or if he appeared from upstairs. There would’ve been no way he could’ve seen how your hands fidgeted or hear your voice shake or when you’d avert your gaze. Right?

But he did. He saw through it all. And it hit you that Jaemin had really been observing you this entire time, beyond a simple notice. “Sure, they didn’t before. This time, things feel different between us.” “I like when you talk about there being an us.” Jaemin beams, “it’s cute. We never got to have that all this time.” He resembles a happy kid on Christmas day, opening a present that he had been good for all year. It’s hopeful and quite touching that he thought about growing closer to you.

“Do you feel like it’s different between us?” You ask timidly. The feeling of possible rejection lingers in the back of your heart. This could all be a misunderstanding and you read it all wrong.

He ponders for a bit, eyes darting to the ceiling and then back at you. “Yes, but not entirely. I think you’ve gotten more comfortable opening up to me, but my feelings toward you haven’t changed.”

Hadn’t Jaemin brought it up, you really didn’t know that your heart opened up as much as it did for him. It was all natural, seamless. He didn’t have to speedrun questions like an investigator to get you to talk, everything just flowed. The second part of his answer did prompt more curiosity rather than something definitive.

How does he feel about you?

As you debated a follow up question, the two of you get interrupted by a small group of people pulling at Jaemin’s shoulder. He is brought back to the swarm of a party and you’re retreating into the background. “Na Jaemin! We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Before he could excuse himself, they whisk him away deep into the dark sea of dancing individuals. Sighing, you’re left with the same emptiness you felt two weeks ago. Mark comes stumbling back, the beer in his hand now nearly finished.

“Are you drunk off of a Bud Light?” You snicker at your friend’s wobbly entrance. Your heart is heavy in your chest, but you let these emotions subside.

He takes a final drink, “I’m just feeling a little loose. I think it’s finally time you get some.”

You give in, especially now that Jaemin has reeled you in and left you without any clarity. You need a drink to calm all the nerves that he lit up, ease all the pent up tension he created.

“Only if it’s not what you’re having.” Mark’s head swishes heavily on his shoulders, peering around to find the man with the alcohol supply. He gestures to Jeno from the opposite side of the room for two shots and you laugh at their silly roleplay.

Jeno walks over and greets you with a smile, realizing he didn’t see you come in this whole time. He pours a dangerous amount of Vodka that overflows out of the small glass.

“Dude! You suck as a bartender, you’re fired!” Mark giggles drunkenly at Jeno’s heavy hand and clinks the shot glasses. “Best friend shots!” He squeals happily at you.

You oblige, holding your breath for the intake of alcohol. Wincing at the taste, you down the shot as best as you can. It’s dreadful, but somehow your muscles relax and your mind clears from the running thoughts of Jaemin.

“Another one!” Jeno cheers. This time, he prepares three shots and joins in on the random celebratory atmosphere that Mark established.

The responsible side is signaling alarm bells to slow down, but the side intoxicated with disruptive feelings of Jaemin is silencing them all. So you think, one more shot won’t hurt.

You’re unsure of how much time has passed. Twenty minutes? An hour? Maybe even two hours. It feels late and early all at the same time. At this point, you’re experiencing a good buzz after the last few rounds of shots with Jeno and Mark.

The liquid courage has you asking for Jaemin’s whereabouts.

“I think he’s upstairs in the bathroom with someone.” Mark slurs his words, clearly not knowing the magnitude of this information. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, a ton of bricks hitting you. You’ve tuned out the booming music and Mark’s words play on a loop.

“When did you see him go up with someone?” You ask again, not wanting to believe Mark’s words. Could it have been one of the people from the group that stole him away? An old fling. A friend with benefits. An ex-lover. An admirer. The list unravels itself like a never ending scroll.

He shrugs, it’s obvious this man has no actual idea what is going on or how much it's affecting you. “Check for yourself.” The edge of sass in his tone has you feeling challenged. Mark always gets a bit snarky and direct whenever he’s intoxicated.

You’re going back and forth with yourself – stay or find him. If you see him making out with someone else, then what? It would actually hurt you and you only have your own blossoming feelings to blame. If he is alone, then what? Will he finally tell you how he feels about you? Will he finally kiss you? The desire for that is enough drive for you.

And so you go.

Heading up the stairs, the mess of the party downstairs fades into the background. Your palms grow sweaty as you walk down the long hallway toward the looming bathroom. Light flows through the bottom crack of the door. Not knowing what to expect, you’re just hoping what Mark said isn’t true.

Your hand holds onto the shiny knob, hesitant to get your ego bruised at the sight of Jaemin with another person. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.

Jaemin is in the midst of zipping up his jeans, the belt around his waist unbuckled. However, he is alone and oddly enough, the sound of the running toilet brings an ounce of reassurance for you. He looks up and your grip relaxes on the knob.

Upon seeing your figure, Jaemin shakes his head with a sneaky smirk. He goes about washing his hands as normal and says, “we really need to stop meeting like this.”

“Maybe you should try locking the door for once.”

“I do. Somehow, it’s always unlocked when you’re around.” He sounds so innocent lying through his teeth. Jaemin wipes his hands on the hand towel and leans against the door frame, “now are you actually going to use the bathroom or did you know I’d be here waiting for you?”

Your mouth opens to speak, but no words form. Jaemin’s gaze eats you up again, taking in your attire and dolled up look once more. His playful smile disappears and is replaced with a thin line, his jaw tightening. “So pretty.” His low voice whispers, eyes never leaving your lips.

Right then and there, the want to kiss him surges throughout your body. There is nothing stopping you from diving into Jaemin, letting him have you utterly and completely. No consequences filter through your head, no other thoughts besides what his lips taste like. It could be the alcohol, but you’re fully drunk off his sultry stare and his feathering touches on your wrist.

He leans in toward you, head tilting as he inches closer to your face. Closing your eyes, you await the kiss you’ve longed for. Blood pumping in your veins and heart doing somersaults in your chest.

“Did you drink?” You quickly open your eyes at his question and see Jaemin pulling back. The familiar feeling of disappointment floods your body too well.

“I took a few shots.” You’re biting the inside of your cheek, trying to not look embarrassed at how badly you wanted him to kiss you. The smell of alcohol is still hot on your breath and you’re even surprised at how composed you’ve managed to be.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to kiss you like this.” Jaemin’s tone is sweet, but firm. Although you were nowhere near black out drunk, you understood his sentiments. He wanted to kiss you without any chance of regret. He wants to do it right.

“I blame Mark for this.” A heavy sigh falls at the end of your sentence. You roll your eyes at the sound of Mark’s voice from downstairs. Regardless of your disappointment, your heart is still burning at how he called you sweetheart. You didn’t know how good it would sound until it left his mouth.

In a blink of an eye, he quickly kisses your cheek. “That will have to do for now.” Jaemin smiles, wide and toothy.

You don’t have enough time to process, still stuck at the small pet name, as he whisks you back down to join everyone at the party. Your eyes widen, cheeks grow hot, butterflies grow in your lower abdomen, and wild thoughts swirl in your head. All of which didn’t need Jaemin’s nude for these effects to arise.

“You know, Jaemin has started asking about you a lot.” Mark looks up from his laptop, taking a break from his strenuous essay. It had been a week after the party and everything fell right back into routine. You’d show up to their house as if you never stopped coming around.

The only difference is that you’re not here to see Mark anymore. You’re here for Jaemin. As clingy and corny as that seemed, you left every day happy that you got to talk to him. The two of you had been texting since the night of the party, mostly brief conversations about your day, but he never forgets to wish you a good morning.

Whenever you’re at the house, Jaemin would join you and Mark when he’d come home. Initially, Mark didn’t seem to notice that his housemate would linger for as long as you’d be here or that Jaemin would purposefully sit close to you, or those longing stares you two would share across the table.

It wasn’t until you were drinking water and Jaemin had casually asked for a sip. Then, it clicked. Mark jumped, he pointed fingers, he accused. All of which, you two blinked innocently at him in confusion, Jaemin’s bottom lip touching the rim of your bottle.

Jaemin and you denied everything Mark tried to throw at you two, given that in all actuality, you two are only getting to know each other. He still hasn’t kissed you on the lips. He still hasn’t really spent time with you alone again, though you are incredibly nervous at that potential idea coming to fruition.

After the night of the party, you’ve been wondering and waiting for his move. It did bother you the first few days, but his sweet texts always had a grin growing on your face. Jaemin played a very long game.

“Really? Like what?” You try to hide your undying curiosity. Not looking up from your screen, you pretend to browse through empty tabs to seem like you are too busy to care. But deep down, it has been eating away at you wondering how Jaemin feels.

Mark smirks, “tell me what has been going on between you two and then I’ll tell you.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes at his deal. “That just sounds like you’re making shit up.”

“So there is something going on between you two!” His voice grows louder, a bit more accusatorial. His eyes narrow, “you know I expected secrets from him, but not from you! You’re my best friend.” Mark’s sad pout tugs at your heartstrings.

A sigh escapes your lips and you give him your full attention. It didn’t feel good having to keep things from him, but you thought to wait until something actually happened before saying anything. Nonetheless, since you can’t stand seeing your best friend sad, you decide to just come clean from the beginning.

“He sent you that nude!?” Mark gasps as you reveal the night Jaemin drove you home. The more you talk about your encounters with Jaemin and your thought process, the more you realize how much you like him. Beyond attraction, beyond his chivalry. A flower has grown from the seed he watered.

“No wonder why there is this weird tension whenever we’re all together. It’s because you two are literally eye fucking each other across the room.” Mark grumbles, but he lets you finish telling your piece. From the nude to the conversation in the kitchen to the kiss on the cheek. He now knows everything you’ve experienced and how you’re wrapped around Jaemin’s finger.

A part of you prepares for the teasing and the gross kissing noises, but your best friend just nods silently. His stare is blank, like he is trying to process the everything and nothing you’ve been through. Growing nervous, you shift uncomfortably on the couch.

“Jaemin asked me about your favorite things. He told me that it’s something that would come in handy one day.” Mark clears his throat and can barely look you in the eye, almost embarrassed to share such an intimate question his friend asked about you. “He also asked if I had feelings for you.”

Your jaw drops, heart falling to the pit of your stomach. This is unexplored terrain – the two of you never touched on the topic of potentially becoming romantic. It had always just felt mutually platonic. Sitting up quickly, you lean closer toward him.

He sends a weird stare at your sudden attentive figure. “I don’t, first of all, don’t get too excited here.”

The anticipation leaves your system, falling back against the cushion and going back to your homework. “I thought you were going to reveal some crazy backstory with the way you’re acting.”

Mark laughs, mockingly. “We’re nearly siblings. I’ve seen every bad part of you, your charm doesn’t work on me.”

“Well, the feeling is mutual!” You ruffle his hair, messing it up between your fingers as he tries to push you off. A fit of giggles fill the room that the two of you don’t hear the front door open.

When the door shuts, you glance over to see Jaemin stripping his shirt. Cursing under your breath, your eyes remain stuck on all his bare skin. His whole chest and abs glisten with droplets of sweat, veins popping from whatever pump he got from the gym. His track pants hang low, the waistband of his briefs peeking through.

Mark laughs at how you’re practically frozen over Jaemin. Jaemin looks your way and his familiar, sweet smile greets you. “Hey cutie, did you finish your project?”

He walks over, his shirt thrown over his broad shoulders. Heat travels across your cheeks, you swear the temperature in the room went up several degrees. You’re batting your eyelashes, but averting any attention from his defined figure as he closes the space between you two.

Jaemin’s heart swells at the sight of your shy antics. He can’t imagine anyone as cute as you, so reactive to every little thing he does. He doesn’t even see Mark in the room, all he wants to pay attention to is you.

“Almost. Mark has been distracting.” Maybe your voice naturally gets airy around him, Jaemin just makes you want to twirl your hair and smile all the time. He takes a seat on the armrest next to you. As he crosses his arms, his biceps make their appearance once again – all voluptuous and strong.

“Oh? How so?” He cocks a curious brow, finally taking a glance over at his housemate. Mark snickers at how differently you react to Jaemin’s casual demeanor. For all he has known, this is how Jaemin is. He’ll walk around shirtless, even pants less, as if it is any normal day. But since Mark kindly warns him that you’re going to be coming around, he complies.

Now, Jaemin just wants to drive you into delirium.

Your mind is absolutely wiped, there is nothing more distracting than a half naked Jaemin – this you knew too well. As you tremble over your words, Mark saves the day by falsely admitting how he’s been trying to chat with you so he didn’t have to do his essay.

“Ah, chatterbox. I’m jealous.” Jaemin gets up and spins on his heel, heading toward the stairs. Your body unknowingly leans toward his fleeting figure, a pout tugging at the corner of your lips.

Jaemin’s finger taps along the railing, drawing a trail as he walks up each step. “I wish I got to distract you from your project, talk to you for hours.”

You’re freaking out internally, trying to decipher if he had just spit out an innuendo or if he genuinely meant it. You fight the urge to completely yell at the top of your lungs how much you’d love him to. Mark also bites back the scream that threatens to escape, not believing what he is a witness to.

“You can!” Your chirpy, forced tone nearly cracks from your nervousness. “Join us after your shower.” Even if you wanted him alone, you’re willing to settle for moments with Mark in them.

“I’ll come, don’t worry.” No flirtation, no smug smirks, Jaemin gently reassures you that he’ll come back for you. And while the heavy tension in the air dissipates, you’re finding your heart to throb at his thoughtfulness.

“Dude, you’re so whipped for him.” Mark giggles and you’re throwing a decorative pillow at his chest, very much embarrassed. “I should let you guys be alone, would you want that?”

The second Mark proposes his question, your heart shakes at the possibility of Jaemin and you finally alone again for an extended period of time. It is a nerve wrecking thought, you can feel your pulse racing. Not that you had avoided such a potential situation, but you didn’t really think you would get the chance to. Now that your good friend knows everything, he has the power to help you out.

“I do.” You’re admitting so much of your vulnerability that Mark actually softens at your tiny request. He nods and packs up his things without any hesitation. “But where are you going to go?” You didn’t want to seem like you were kicking out your friend from his own house.

He brushes off your guilty tone, “don’t worry. There’s a study session happening in 15 minutes for one of my classes.” With that, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and takes a moment to look at you. His facial expression is hard to decipher.

You stand and he holds your shoulders, “no more secrets.” Mark says with glossy eyes and a small smile. “And use protection.” He laughs, breaking the almost sweet and serious moment you two rarely share. You push him off and roll your eyes, though secretly grateful that you have Mark in your life.

It’s agonizing as you wait for Jaemin to come out of the shower, being completely alone with your hypotheticals and expectations eating away at you. There’s no way you have the capacity right now to focus on your project and homework. Jaemin just consumed every bit of you.

When he finally walks down the stairs, fully clothed and hair freshly blow dried, you pretend again that you’re too busy to notice. He heads toward the kitchen to open a can of Diet Pepsi and makes his way back. Jaemin snuggles up next to you, arm draped around the back of your side of the couch and you’re drowning in the scent of his body wash.

“Mark left?” He sips, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his jaw tightening with each gulp. You’re lost in his seeping aura, wondering how the fuck he looks so good doing something so simple.

Clearing your throat, you place your laptop on the coffee table and face up at him. He meets your starry eyes and it takes so much in you to not break away. “Study session.”

Jaemin nods knowingly, leaning forward to also neatly set down his can. Almost immediately, the atmosphere in the room shifts from light hearted to heavy sensual tension. Not that either one of you expected anything to happen, but just being in each other’s presence is suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

Now that you’re finally alone with him, you can’t help all the nerves and flips in your stomach from happening. “I kept you waiting then.” His voice is raspy, causing it to sound deeper than normal.

Shaking your head, you say the first thing your heart thinks of. “I’m always willing to wait for you.” Jaemin lifts an eyebrow at your statement, noting the shock in your face as soon as it filled the air. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you onto his lap and you’re maneuvering your legs to straddle him.

This intimate position has your heart springing out of your chest, thumping so aggressively that you swear he can feel it against his own. His hands are politely placed on your back and he peers up at you with a sultry stare. You’re holding your breath and unsure where to place your hands, losing your wits already at how things have escalated.

“Is this alright with you? Am I doing too much?” He cautiously asks, ready to set you back down to where he had selfishly pulled you from.

“This,” Scrambling, tripping, cat’s got your tongue! Jaemin doesn’t realize how your mind has been lit with flames all from this one swift movement. “This is fine. I like this.”

He smirks, “you like being on top of me?” When he asks such a nasty question, you’re too bashful to play along. Jaemin chuckles, “you’re driving me crazy right now.”

You are? It’s quite unbelievable that any of this has an effect on him. Perhaps he is better at holding back his reactive facial expressions, but Jaemin seems so laid back and unphased. “Me? I’ve barely said more than a few sentences.”

“It’s not about the quantity, you can say anything to me and I’d be smitten for you.” Jaemin taps your nose, in a loving and endearing way. You’re getting a side of him you’ve never really seen before – this head over heels, heart eyed fool. A part of you craves more of this, feeling special at how he only has eyes for you.

The other part is shocked that you’re even experiencing any of this, how did you get so lucky?

“Jaem, are you going to finally tell me how you feel about me?” When you say his name, his nonchalant attitude almost falters. His ears perk up, eyes alert and a tighter grip on the hem of your shirt. “How did we get here?”

He purses his lips, contemplating long and hard about how he should go about explaining himself. Your voice is more stern, he can tell you’ve been wanting to get an answer to this for a while.

“I like you.” Jaemin says it so easily, those words roll off of his tongue effortlessly that it surprises himself.

“Since when?” You don’t mean to sound so interrogative, but all this time, this didn’t make any sense to you. Maybe your own lovey eyes blinded you from seeing his feelings or that your own self esteem halted you from believing someone like him could like you back. Nevertheless, this all came about so suddenly for you.

A small smile grows on his face as he thinks back to the first time he saw you. Your timid introduction and you glued to Mark’s side, but none of that could take away from how pretty you looked.

And when he first heard you laugh, like really laugh, he swore he needed to hear it again, and again, and again. Sooner or later, he found your shyness irresistibly adorable and he only wanted to interact with you more, but was unsure about your relationship with Mark.

Ultimately, Jaemin decided to keep his distance because you and Mark seemed more than close. However, the more he pulled away, the more you filled his empty thoughts and daydreams.

Whenever you came around, he found himself happier just upon seeing you for a brief second and hearing your silly anecdotes to Mark all the way from his room. If all you two had exchanged was a small greeting, Jaemin would be satisfied.

Until the night you stayed for one of their drunk kickbacks, and something inside of him unlocked. A new sense of desire? The introduction of lust and curiosity.

Jaemin noted the way you’d squirm, dig yourself deeper into the cushions, hide your face in your shirt. Your reactions to his friends’ sexual adventures were typical, full of gasps and slight embarrassment, but your eyes were more than telling of your piqued interest. The one thing that he hated was that you never openly shared a single thing, even when asked.

So, that meant he didn’t either. In a more respectful sense, he normally doesn’t dive into the nitty details as much as his housemates do, but you were such a mysterious person. He wanted to keep himself that way as well, making him as alluring as you were. The art of not knowing, just makes you want to know more.

And when you would stand up for him against the other boys, that boldness only made you more attractive. Maybe you didn’t want to know about his personal endeavors, regardless, you respected his privacy and were willing to break out of your shell for him.

What other layers of you has he not seen? That caused him to wonder how much he could push you, what other reactions he could draw out of you, and gauge if you had any interest in him.

In between your nervous stammers and long stares, Jaemin had some inkling that you might be into him. However, he couldn’t tell if that was just his ego deluding his judgment or if it was the actual truth.

He had something less drastic in mind than you walking in on him in the bathroom. But, he thought if he waited and hesitated as much as he did before, there would never really be another chance. If you were disinterested, it would’ve been a lighthearted mistake and brief awkwardness. If you were interested, then it opens the door metaphorically as well.

So in the spur of the moment, as he heard your voice and footsteps down the hallway, he quickly unlocked the door. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as he tried to keep his phone steady.

Act natural. Be cool. Be confident.

He just hoped you couldn’t see right through his desperate act. And when you opened the door and everything that followed after, it was enough to wash away any doubt he had before.

After dropping you off, he decided right then and there that he was going to pursue you.

“Would you believe me if I told you it was since the day I met you?” His voice is soft and quiet. Jaemin brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. “I was looking forward to your presence without realizing it. I’d tell Haechan and Jeno how I was excited to hear your voice, even if it wasn’t speaking to me.”

He could be such a romantic, though this didn’t come too much of a shock to you. You couldn’t believe that you’d be the recipient of it one day. “Since the day we met. That feels like ages ago.” Your eyes wander off, trying to regain the distant memory.

You could barely remember the day Mark introduced you to his housemates. It was such a blurry scene, mostly because you were so painstakingly nervous so you tried to bury it in the depths of your mind. The only thing you remember was the tight grip you had on Mark’s sleeve and Jaemin’s gorgeous smile.

“Why didn’t you try approaching me? Be my friend, get to know me back then?” You ask, a small edge in your tone. Instead of months of googly, heart eyed stares, you two could’ve been acquainted much earlier. Your relationship would’ve been so far along, milestones would’ve already been hit. A thousand kisses would’ve already been exchanged.

Jaemin is well aware of his lack of action, “I wasn’t sure about you and Mark. I didn’t want to overstep and initially, I couldn’t tell if you even wanted to be around anyone besides him.” Now his questions to both you and Mark made sense.

He wanted to be absolutely certain that there would be no conflict. No room for anyone else. No blurred lines. Jaemin wanted to do it right.

“So, me walking in on you in the bathroom… was that an honest mistake?” As all the dots connected and all the lines matched up, you’re replaying all the moments that led up to this point.

He can see the gears turning in your beautiful head and laughs, “like I said, somehow, it’s always unlocked when you’re around.”

Rolling your eyes, you settle with your own conclusion that perhaps it was in his plans all along to fluster the fuck out of you. As much as you hate to admit it, it worked. Hook, line and sinker.

“How do you feel?” Jaemin asks, as his knuckles rub lovingly against your cheek. His big hand slides toward your jawline and he firmly cups your face, a quick flicker from your eyes to your lips.

Intense. That is how you feel. At any second, you are a volcano ready to erupt. All these pent up emotions – lust, fondness, frustration – burst at your seams. All of which is unbeknownst to Jaemin, despite being the very spark of it.

“I feel like you should kiss me now.” Spoken confidently, Jaemin is shocked at your response. You didn’t have to ask him twice though, as he pulled you into him without missing a beat.

The kiss is slow and cautious, like he is holding back from doing too much, taking too much. He guides your hands onto his collarbones and across his toned chest. Underneath his thin shirt, you feel how strong and defined he is. You’re hesitant at first, unaware of how much you could feel.

Jaemin could sense it, pausing in between your small kisses to take off his shirt. You’re wide eyed, fully shocked at his chiseled body right in front of you. It’s just like how you remembered from his photo, except now it’s not through a tiny phone screen. All on display, Jaemin takes your shaky hands and places them delicately on his broad shoulders.

“Touch me.” It’s all he has to say until your lips are connected again. His hot skin against your fingertips as you’re dragging them down his biceps, moving along all of his exposed terrain.

Adrenaline fills your system and you can’t even begin to stop all the lustful and romantic feelings that bubble across your chest. So, you fervently kiss him back to signal just how much you want it, how much you wish to be kissed by him.

Jaemin loses it between your sweet touches and your eagerness, both hands now holding your face steady for him to deepen the kiss. The feverish glide of his lips on yours is something unforgettable. It’s inimitable, a passion that solely exists for the two of you. Kissing Jaemin is blissful, like nothing matters more than being here lips locked and hands on his bare chest.

Kissing Jaemin also ruined you. Moving forward, you’ll crave this feeling forever. How are you supposed to kiss anyone else in this world now? How will you ever want to kiss anyone else knowing you’ve experienced this?

You two make out until condensation forms on the outside of his Diet Pepsi can. There is a lingering taste of the soda on his tongue; a taste you once hated so much is now something you can’t get enough of.

When you’re both finally pulling away, your lips are puffy and Jaemin is catching his breath. He could feel his heart bursting at the sight of your disheveled hair and pouty lips. You’re the prettiest baby he’s ever seen.

He’s staring at you with tiny stars in his eyes, ones that reflect your own. And he breaks the silence, “now we can finally tell Mark we kissed.” A sweet, kind smile appears at the end of his sentence.

You’re laughing, and Jaemin’s heart flutters knowing he is the reason behind that melodic sound he loves hearing so much.

“Mark is going to love hearing about this.”

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bella-feed · 6 months ago

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wonwoo + styling his hair while he's gaming

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tagging :: @mooniewrld , @syluslittlecrows , @joepomonerof , @potayaa

[21:47]

wonwoo was sitting on his gaming chair, playing games with scoups on the other side. a few curse words left when he thought that he was about to lose. his hair was messy under the gaming headphones he wore, and his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

you just got off a facetime call with your best friend. you wore his hoodie which was loose on you, and covered your entire torso, with some pajama pants, the weather was chilly and pleasant giving a sense that winter was arriving.

you gave wonwoo a small smile when you entered the room. you sat on the bed, scrolling through pinterest when suddenly an idea gushed into your mind. "wonu, can i style your hair?"

he froze, slighty moving his headphones to the side and turned back to you "what?". "you walked towards him grinning and holding your phone up, you showed him what was on the screen.

"i really wanna try this hair style on you! can i please do that? please, pretty please. only once plea-" before you could complete your plea, he sighed and nodded his head.

he put the headphones back on and continued playing his game, knowing that even if he said no to you, (which he never does) you're still gonna do that. you did a happy little dance and hopped towards the bathroom to grab all the stuff you need.

after 30-40 minutes later, you clapped your hands and wonwoo smiled, keeping his phone down. he was done playing games long ago, but sat still until you finished what you were doing.

he chuckled lightly looking at himself and the hairstyle which you did on his silky hair, in the mirror which you gave him while you kept your stuff away. you started laughing with him at your silliness.

he adored you while you were still laughing and clicking his pics for teasing him later. that's when he realised, you were going to be the one for him.

[wc: 334 credits: @novelbear (prompt) and @sanaxo-o (beta reading]

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giggles and jumps up and down

so i saw that you have bruce wayne in who you write for 😍😍. and i was wondering if i cpuld ask for bruce as batman fucking catwoman!reader after she robbed another jewwlry store...like hes tried to wip fuck her into shape

hi anon!! thank you dearly for requesting bruce because i’ve been dying to write for him <3 i always write/perceive him as a dom bc usually i envision either comic!bruce or bale!bruce but if you want any sub stuff deffo lmk :) or just any more bruce stuff hehe

you can picture this drabble with any bruce you want ofc!!

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes.

bruce wayne immediately knows it’s you again when the radio in the batmobile crackles to life and speaks of a jewellery heist just a few blocks down, and before he knows it he’s turning the car around in an instant, muttering something to himself about ‘the brat not knowing when to give up.’

he knows for sure that it’s you the second he arrives to the scene and sees no obvious signs of a break in, because you’re stealthy, and you’re only here for one reason. the single piece of jewellery to have been swiped is a cat-eye pendant, and he notices it dangling around your neck once you turn the corner, a wicked grin gracing your lips, crinkling your eyes beneath the domino mask. your body is graced in a skin-tight leather suit, one he’s come to know his way around all too well, and a cutesy pair of cat ears adorn your head, making you seem more innocent than he knows you to be, especially when you greet him: “hey, batty, come to play with me?”

bruce is aware of what you’re doing, he’s fully aware of your tactical manipulation - setting up an entire heist just because you know he’ll eventually end up fucking you in the back, having his way with you before the cops arrive, under the guise of teaching you a lesson.

the first time it had happened wasn’t intentional, but the way you’ve both adjusted your suits for easy access conveys the intention now lurking behind every act, every movement. the sounds of sirens in the distance has him pouncing, and before you know it he’s got you bent over a glass jewellery case, his hands roaming the tight leather covering your ass whilst his cock plunges into your welcoming depths at a speed you’re sure the flash even couldn’t rival with.

you’ve done this plenty of times by now, and bruce knows how to have you mewling for him, how to have your back arched perfectly, giving him a reason to tease you about just how catty you really are. he’s not gentle, either, - why would he be? you’re a criminal, and he’s going to treat you like one. one of his hands is in your hair, twirling it around before tugging harshly, watching the cat ears jostle from the movement, and his teeth peek beneath his rosy lips in a smirk. “how many times are y’gonna make me do this? huh?” “always need me to fuck you silly so you understand properly, don’t you?” “can’t keep stealin’, can’t keep makin’ me set you straight like this.”

bruce is also fully aware that the more he fucks you, the more you’ll come back. he can feel it in the way your walls tighten around him when his pulsing tip smacks against that silky spot inside of you with every. single. thrust. he doesn’t care that his method is doing the exact opposite of what he’s telling you. he wants you to come back. he needs you to come back.

it’s bad, he knows that, he knows he shouldn’t enjoy the thrill of trying to make you come before authorities arrive on the scene and his cop buddy gordon sees him stuffing you to the brim. that definitely wouldn’t give him any better of a reputation than he’s already got. ‘bat shamelessly engages sexually with criminal cat lady’ isn’t a headline he wants to see. but god, he can’t stop himself. not when he can hear your claws scratching against the glass beneath you, and he can see the way your tits are squashed up against it, stretching your leather suit.

never in his life has he gotten so hard for someone so quickly, he knows that now. every time he sees you, he’s hard. your face in the paper, on wanted posters around gotham, in his mind as his hand wraps around his cock in the early hours of the morning, all of it makes him achingly hard, thinking of when he’ll get you take you again.

yet, nothing in the world compares to how he feels like this, the adrenaline rush he gets from drilling into you at one of your crime scenes. “nothing more than a criminal and a whore f’me,”he’d grit into your ear, large palm smacking down onto your backside, watching your skin ripple beneath the material covering it. “not gonna stop, are you?” “gonna make me come ‘n’ find you every week just to fill this perfect little cunt,” “can’t get enough, kitty, can’t ever get enough of me,” he grunts and he groans, loudly, and you’re sure he enjoys this as much as you do.

nobody has ever fucked you the way batman fucks you, so never in a million years would you stop coming back. he can call you whatever names he wants, but deep down you know he wants this too, he needs the release of slamming into your pliant body, of holding you with a bruising grip as you squeal and whine for him.

the sirens are closer now, and he’s snapped back to reality, whilst his hips snap back into you. the coil in his stomach is tightening all too fast, his load ready to shoot into your stretched hole and mark you as property of the bat, whether gotham approves or not. he’s learned that if he doesn’t make you come from his cock, you’ll return to him sooner, and he enjoys that. he enjoys knowing you need him, you need to be fucked into oblivion and need him to make you squelch around his cock, especially as the kevlar of his suit slams against your clit.

this time, he’s not letting you come. “pulling me away from people who actually need me just because you can’t go a week without my cock? pathetic,” he groans, feeling sweat pool on his skin, smudging his eyepaint when he finally spills into you, long ropes of his release spanning your aching pussy. in all honesty, he doesn’t really give a fuck if you suffer the consequences of him coming inside of you. he’s sure you’re on a contraceptive, but if you’re not, he deems it as you just being desperate to carry a piece of the bat with you forever, and he’s perfectly content with that.

he’s pulling out in an instant and zipping you back up before his come can spill out of you, leaving you stretched and empty, a whine slipping through your pouted lips. “get outta here before i hand you over to the cops,” “i’m sure they’d love to have you up in arkham, mm, seein’ your pretty little kitty up in a cell.” “you don’t want that, d’you? no? get out,” he’d command all in all, delivering a final smack to your pussy over your suit when he sees you rolling your eyes, and soon enough you’re dashing out of the building.

sure, he thinks he’s in charge, but you know how tightly the bat is wrapped around your little finger. you know he needs your body just as much as you need his, and he’s not as good at hiding his willingness to abide by your calls whenever he arrives on scene, just minutes after you do. the bat is positively pussy drunk, and it’s evident.

i hope you enjoyed <3 requests are open!

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monstas1ut · 2 months ago

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Pull My Hair

SUGURU GETO x black!reader

Summary

__ Suguru wants to touch black!reader’s hair.. unfortunately she always says he cannot touch her hair, nobody but the lord knows that if he got one chance, he will not mess the opportunity up… especially since he wants to pull it during sex…

Content

Reader is implied to have a cute tall Afro puff! Wholesome stuff, more plot than smut! Hair pulling, wall sex, Suguru loves your hair,

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

“I finally did my edges the way I wanted it to be..”

A fraction of a chuckle poured out of the dark, mystifying male, closing his book with one hand. It had been about the disastrous consequences of war and fate that was inevitable. It was definitely a bit too gloomy for what was in front of him at the very moment, which was rays of sun on the color brown, you. The pages of the book were filled with disturbing absurdities that he took interest in, but the raven haired male would rather stare at you.

You were far more interesting than anything he could ever lay his eyes on, and he truly meant anything. He slid the book onto the side table by the soft couch he was sitting on, and he was fairly comfortable. His back was pressed nicely against the couch, his knees far apart. Suguru was settled nicely there, spread in his usual sitting position but to you it made your heart flutter everytime… he was sexy.

“You were in there for almost an hour, I’d hope so..” Suguru playfully teased, watching your little expression on your face turn slightly into a half smirk. Some people really dig deep into trying to figure out how you and Suguru even managed to date, but they just didn’t realize how much of a silly goose he was behind closed doors. It may be faint, but it was still there… Sometimes Suguru’s jokes tickle your lower stomach so badly that the floor is the only thing that can hold you.

“Do you likeee it? The last time I had my hair like this was in middle school..” this was normal, your regular banter of sorts, but Suguru was genuinely deep in thought. Maybe his dark eyes looked over you around 6 or 7 times already, giving his lips a dangerous lick as he tried to adjust his sitting position.. lightly lifting his hips. There was something about you embracing your natural beauty that had him fawning over you… hard. Could anyone blame him? Your hair was rarely out in a way that he could actually see that pretty pattern of hair.

“It suits you very well..”

Time gave into the fantasy of stopping, that’s how it felt to you anyway. His words were so silky, his slight emphasis on the word ‘very’ almost had you running to the hills. His stare, his slight tilt of the head. There was an odd few seconds of sweet silence as your heart thumped quickly. “I’m going to assume touching it is off limits..” there was only a little pout that surfaced on his porcelain face. He then slowly stood up to reveal his fierce height, his body covered mainly by the deepest black of fabric, his tee and wide legged pants

It’s days like this where he’d get mad at the mumble of the word ‘emo’.

Your eyes slightly widened, crossing your arms under your perfectly sized mounds. “Hell yeah it’s off limits. I have to make this hairstyle last-..” Suguru slightly scoffed the second the last word left your plump lips. He wasn’t angry or anything… however he was poking at your bullshit.

“You always tell me not to touch your hair.. not just this time..” Suguru didn’t know why, but there was something about the word cant. Why couldn’t he? Why was it so off limits? He wouldn’t have messed it up… But as time passed of being so intimate with you, he couldn’t lie, he wanted to ruin you. Suguru is as cordial as it gets, but unfortunately when he can’t have something, he spirals. It was selfish in spirit, but everyone has their dark secrets.

“Cuz you’ll mess it up. Like you said, the edges took me almost an hour. Do you have the patience to do that?” The sass that came from your words was harmless, but the tilt of the head you did made him a little more on the agitated side.

“I do actually, but even you know that” shooting right back at you with playful banter, Suguru’s soft, lanky fingers reached out to touch your wrist. His pale skin was on the warm side today, it could be possible that he was flustered from your new look. Suguru was a simple man, his body got warm over the littlest things you’d do. But unlike most , he kept it very quiet and self contained.

“I’d do anything that’ll give me a chance to touch a special part of you. Anything that’s.. you.. I would love to touch it with my fingertips..” his hands slipped to your fingers, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles in a lovesick manner. His way with words was dangerously soft, it caused your spine to straighten up everytime. However , right now, your main focus was trying to understand his inability to move on. Your hair was simply your hair. There was no need to touch it, you didn’t need gross oils from his hands to mess it up, let alone ruin your edges. However, you just wondered about his obsession, was it truly about him loving your hair or was he just trying to annoy you. To be honest, it wasn’t the latter.

“You’re sick Suguru.”

“I believe I’m just fine, I’m only a man with specific needs, y/n” his words hid no lie, his scent pushing through your nostrils as he got even closer to you. Sometimes when you smell him, your mind goes blank. Suguru was a handsome man with a rough, sweet wood smell that would linger on. “But your needs are ridiculous. There’s no reason you should be begging to touch my damn hair. It ain’t gold.” Now it was just hilarious to you. Your little laugh might’ve been you giving in, maybe.

As a kid, you’ve known others that would treat you as if you were an animal in a petting zoo. Their nasty hands touching your curls, ruining the hairstyle just for the touches. It was about respect of all things, however the more you looked at it, the more you realized how unfair it was to Suguru. Your sensual natured lover respected every boundary you put up, and he never tried to jump it. He’s never really gotten a good feel of your hair in it’s natural state. He knew he couldn’t, but the opportunity he had now was gracious. Suguru knew he was quite sick for this, but he wanted to rule out what he could not do. Suguru wanted to feel the curl pattern, the texture, the soft strands of you.

While he had an underlying motive, it was merely about the love for your hair and getting closer to you. Suguru wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the cloud like puff and hold tight. And whether he roughs it up or not, he would indeed spend as long as he has to so he could fix his mess ups. He just wanted one chance…

“I’d actually enjoy it if you taught me how to do your hair. If I agree to helping you do it, would you change your thoughts about keeping me away?” Suguru had such a light look on his face. His smile practically caressed you while his fingers gently intertwine with yours. He just needed one chance, one soft grab or a twirl. Selfish he was, but he cared little. Your beautiful facial features were attacking him right now, almost telling him how wrong and right he was.

His soft, romantic grip on your hand made your heart flutter. Let alone his sweet glances towards your curly, juicy ends. For some reason this moment between the two of you felt deeply intimate, sexually intimate. You didn’t know what it was, but Suguru’s eyes were looking very sultry.

“Maybe..” you blurted, giving into his looks. He tilted his head a bit, his flowy, jet black hair going with him. He had his hair out today, no hair tie restrictions, so his looks were now far from just a ten. “You know, the day you actually let me.. I won’t wash my hands for weeks..” Suguru playfully joked, his more humorous side sliding out as a smile was plastered onto his face. It really did bum him out, but he would never force you… even if he wanted to touch your hair badly. Even if he wanted to pull it during the most intense sex.. he just never did.

“You’re losing it…” you lightly laughed before the world kind of disappeared around you. It happened so quick, and Suguru was the only person, human, soul you could see. He leaned down , his tall frame overpowering but he pressed his forehead against yours. His silky hair tickled you just a tad. “That’s alright…” he whispered, and even if he did, his voice was still deep and rumbling. Your face was hot, especially when his lips ghosted against yours. That was the exact second you forgot why you even did your hair. You were supposed to go run errands with your friend.. that’s what was supposed to happen.

Unfortunately, Suguru had different plans. His lips pressed lovingly against yours, emitting a shiny spark. The world around you turned to static and his hands were the only thing you could feel other than his lips. Both your hands were against his, intertwining all your fingers. He had you locked and forbidden from leaving his grip. The sweet kiss was nothing but a distraction, but a good one nonetheless. You were so distracted by the soft lip bites and his naughty actions of sucking on your tongue that you didn’t notice he had gotten so close. His body was practically pushing against you while your back was seeping in the wall.

How did you even manage to get close enough to a wall?

Eventually you gasped, moving your head to the side to tell him you needed to breathe. But, Suguru took this as a nice little gesture of encouragement. Your neck was shown to the air, and his lips fluttered all around it.

“If you believe me to be crazy just because I want to touch your hair..you must never hear what else I’d want from you…” Suguru muttered this against your bronze skin, only having dreams of guiding you through sex with a fist full of curls. “Suguru…” you purred, feeling each touch of his lips. It made your pussy begin pulsing almost, your heart also beginning to pulse quicker.

“Suguruuu, I have to go.. lord- if I just let you touch it one time.. will you just drop it and let me go?” Your air was having a hard time staying in your lungs, his touches and his neediest actions ever were causing you to feel all mushy. He stopped his lips from caressing your skin only to pull away. His heart thumped hard and he almost lost his cool. He kind of widened his eyes but they softened into their usual state again. A warm feeling washed over him and the look in his eyes was almost pleading.

He said nothing. His hands unraveled from yours and he lifted one of them to trail up your arm. The soft feeling of it almost made you want to stay home, he seemed so desperate, he looked desperate. His eyes weren’t even on you anymore, the fondness in his eyes were directed towards your curls. He’s seen so many types of hair, loose curls.. tighter ones. He didn’t care if yours was either or, he knew the second his fingertips slipped onto a curl, he felt some harmony.

The texture was so soft yet so different from his own hair. This felt like how a perfect cloud plucked from the sky would feel like. His lanky fingers practically disappeared the way he slipped them into the depths of your puff.

“To think you’ve been keeping this feeling from me… how dare you..” Suguru said this lightly, almost flabbergasted at how much greater this actually was. He simply believed it would be soft. No, it was soft. it smelt so good , and he also noticed how your hair would appear shorter when in reality it was a bit longer than what your hair was showing now. He’d have to ask why..

“Suguru…” you muttered a bit, acting as if you didn’t enjoy it but who doesn’t enjoy someone running their fingers in your hair.. on your scalp, it was relaxing. Let alone his voice that began speaking praises. You told him sternly that it would only be one touch, but here you are letting him melt in the silence.

“Hm..?” he hummed, occupied but willing to listen to your words. But whatever it was, if it wasn’t to his liking he just knows he won’t listen now. Suguru was a man that truly wants what he wants, there’s no negotiation, and if there is, he’s lying. “You need to let me leave now..” you whispered, but all you received was Suguru’s fingers caressing the back of your hair, his darkly tinted eyes staring into yours.

“I refuse. That is only because I’d enjoy it if I got to play with your crown a little bit longer…” His words lingered like a sweet smell of cologne. His eyes peered into you as his forehead once again met yours. For some reason you just couldn’t decline. You couldn’t stop him nor your thoughts. The second you felt his fingers slip in your curls and a slight tug was made, you gasped. Your eyes widened and your body felt the urgent lust that infected you and your brain.

He just pulled at your hair.

Why did you like it? In that minuscule moment, you found yourself angry but lust took over. Pleasure took the cake. Every bit of naughty thought you had rushed to your clit, it tingled and pulsed. The pleasurable feeling in your lower stomach needed to be dealt with, and it was just unfortunate how this only occured because he pulled your hair. It was sensitive. Doing this showed dominance, he wanted you and your pretty hair in his grip. Could you blame the man?

“Sug-..”

“ Would you kiss me again…?” his soft breath was right on your lips, your eyes never left his, and his raven eyes never left yours. It’s moments like these where you could actually hear a pin drop.

Suguru behind doors was nothing but a man who would fein for the pretty lips on your face and the ones between your legs. He loved you dearly, and to get the opportunity to actually see your withering and your begging while he dug deep in you was like a dream. He needed you in many different ways. He had you right here, right in the palm of his hand. Your pathetic, gorgeous expression right there looking up at him.

Nothing more was said, only your hands moved to grip at his shirt, pulling him down slow to seal the kiss he begged for. It wasn’t rough, it was soft and mesmerizing. That was what he wanted, his hands having a fist full of your heavenly sent hair and his lips pressed against yours. He had it a few seconds ago but this was different.. he had you stuck and bound. Submissive, not weak but willing. The kiss was nasty, you took initiative to suck on his bottom lip, coercing a moan from him before his other hand slipped off into deeper netherlands. Your insides curled up, a soft moan slipping from your throat.

The feeling in your body was like how people explain how their body feels going down a steep hill in a car.

“Suguru please-..” you whispered, feeling his hand still gripping your pretty curls in the back of your head. His other hand was digging in your pants, the soft pads of his middle finger rolled around your pretty clit. He wanted to make you more needy for him just like how he was for you, but you were already leaking. Your thoughts and his sudden actions combined to cause the sudden need.

“You’re already drenched… What is it that you enjoyed, hm?” It was teasing for him to say that, still swiftly playing with the pink pearl in between your legs. You didn’t just become wet from anything, he knew it was something specific he did. “Was it… this?” He purred, gently yanking your hair back again. It gave you a yelp, but what intrigued Suguru was your pretty little moan that traveled afterwards. How come you would yell at him not to touch your hair but this is how you act when it comes down to him actually touching it?

Suguru’s blood rushed to his dick.

He had to contain his unruly excitement, but the hand that wasn’t deep in your hair was shaking. He pulled both his hands away, making you jolt in confusion and anxiousness…. even shame. Was Suguru grossed out? Was he repulsed by your actions? All but the correct things were flowing into your mind, so much that you tried rushing from his vicinity.. you had to get away from his nasty mind.

“Ah… you’ve lost your mind if you believe-..” Suguru stopped talking as he reached his light muscular arm out, simply grabbing your wrist before you got any further in the house. “-you can leave me now..”He gently, but firmly yanked you closer like a small doll.. he swiftly ran his hand back into your curls from behind. Yes, your hairstyle was beginning to be a little messed up. That was especially true as he pressed your face against the wall.. All you could feel was his grip tighten on your strands of hair as his lips pressed against your ears. He then patted your ass a little.

“Pull these down for me… I’ll pull your hair~. That’s what you’d like, yes?”

“That’s not true!”

Suguru had dealt with a friend that enjoyed going back and forth with him constantly. So your little pleas and clap backs weren’t enough for him to fully give in.

“If it’s not true, why did you look so pleased when I pulled your hair..?” Suguru whispered in your ear, causing it to tickle and your lower stomach tightened up. You were aching for some release, knowing that, your body had given up on you as well. Maybe you did like it, no, you did like it and maybe it’s just the way he did it. Either way, you needed it more. So, you ended up kicking your shoes off and pushing your pants down your gorgeous legs. You couldn’t think of being shamed, not when Suguru was behind you with a terribly hard cock. You could feel it.

“No response… is it that you’ve given in?” His words kind of stung, Suguru would always revel in being right and finally getting what he wanted. Watching you kick away your pants and press your hands against the wall made him warm. He slowly moved his other hand to your back, the back of his index finger running down your lower back before hooking onto your panties and pulling them to the side. He saw the slightly sticky substance in your underwear, he felt it too.

“So gorgeous. I’d ruin the earth if you were taken from me.” He said without one stutter, he was so serious. Your panties were off to the side, revealing all you had to offer. His knuckles kind of rubbed against your clit, causing a sound to emit from your throat. “Crazy-..” you were cut off by the pull of your hair. Breathing in sharply, you shut your mouth and actually listened to what was happening around you. You could hear the drop of his pants hitting the ground. You also could’ve sworn you heard the ridiculous sound of his cock hitting his skin. It was just that heavy.

“Talk to me about it..” Suguru hummed, watching your body adapt to what was happening. You knew you were going to get fucked, so you were spreading your legs just a tad bit.. he liked that realization.

“About what..” you hesitantly replied.

“Your hair.. Everything about it intrigues me.” He admitted, and it was obvious.. his hand never left it. Your back was permanently arched as of right now, as long as he was still grabbing most strands of hair. You can admit however, it was cute that he wanted to know about it. Your eyes were hazy, feeling his heavy cock on your perfect ass. It made you stutter. You had to think of something, anything that would be interesting to him..

“My hair likes to shrink. It can look much fluffier and it can be long but I’d have to stretch it with a blow drier.. right now it’s pretty stretched… but if water hits it it’ll get shorter again-… fuck..” you choked up a little at the end, an uncontrollable moan releasing from you as you felt your boyfriend’s cock just slip inside of you. Suguru had a darker tip color, his veins weren’t hiding and his balls were large. Even he had to hiss a bit from the way your pussy contracted around him.

“Fuck…” you whimpered again, your mind going blank before those fingers in your hair gripped tighter. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me about it..” he huskily whispered, his own face slightly contorted in pleasure once he was actually inside. His cock was all wet and he could feel each inch of your pink walls.

The sound it made when he bottomed out in your pussy was absolutely slutty. It gushed and made the most smuttiest noises. How could you even speak about any more of it? Your mind was like rust, it seemed like he was draining you of your knowledge only to be there and dumb with dick inside you.

“How am I going to fix your hair after this if you do not tell me how to do it..?” He firmly asked, his hips slowly moving back before snapping forward. Your breasts were pressed sharply against the wall, still covered by your shirt. But, your hair was completely messed up, all out of the puff it was just in. “B-But-…” you shakily moaned as your legs weakened. He had you by your hair, the smell of it now stuck on his hand.

He probably won’t wash it.

“L-Lots of water.. g-gotta brush the ends first..” you choked out, your neck slightly burning as Suguru pulled at your hair tighter. His cock was beginning to dig into your pussy over and over. He obviously just wanted you to keep talking because he knew he could make you do it.. besides, you sounded cute and he knew he would be punished if he didn’t fix your hair afterwards.

“What else do I need to know? I know I didn’t lose you already…”

Suguru watched how broken you were becoming, that’s all he wanted right now anyway. There was something about gaining access to your precious jewel, your crown. After the first touch, he knew he couldn’t just let go.. you didn’t want him to let go either.

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ghostchems · 2 months ago

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it feeds - papa v perpetua x f!reader

your night is ruined(?) by an intruder

author's note: v is for vampire :) blood sucking, boob sucking, fucking and scary shadow stuff. death and dying. despair. 1.5k words. 18+! mdni! thank you king kong photoshoot for making me finish writing this. ao3 link.

“Hello? Something there?”

Your voice rings out into the darkness, loud and tinged with fear. The window is open, curtains billowing in the frigid night air. Scratching. Squeaking. You bring the comforter up to your nose. A vain effort to hide, to put something in between you and whatever lurks in your room. The shadows begin to twist and writhe, swallowing up the bright light from the moon.

You’re left in complete darkness.

Eyes squeeze shut and you pray for this moment to be over, for it to be sleep paralysis that you’ll snap out of soon. A hand drifts along the comforter. Gentle. Almost teasing. It starts at your feet, dragging upward, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it travels beside your body. You can feel each individual finger through the fabric, cold as ice.

“Please…” A whimper escapes your throat as the hand reaches your shoulder, long fingers twirling in your hair.

“Shhh, pretty thing,” the creature purrs, “open your eyes. See me.” You don't want to. Every fiber of your being screams at you to keep them closed. But your body betrays you, eyelids fluttering open against your will. There, in the pitch black, you see its teeth first - rows upon rows of gleaming white, stretched into an impossibly wide smile.

Then you see the rest of him, materializing from the dark like smoke . A high-collared coat frames his dark figure, buttoned to the base of his neck with a sleek turtleneck beneath. On the upper half of his face sits a silver mask that gleams in the darkness. His visible eye is pure white. The exposed skin around his mouth up to his nose is painted white while his lips are an inky black that parts to reveal those terrible teeth. His hair is smooth, falling in gentle curls past pointed ears.

He steps closer, and you feel the mattress dip under his weight as he perches on the edge of your bed. His long, skeletal fingers continue their gentle caress through your hair, and you find yourself unable to look away from that bone-white eye.

"You called out to me. Did you know that, pretty thing?" he asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade.

"N-no," you stammer, shrinking away from his touch despite the magnetic pull of his gaze. "I didn't call anyone." It almost feels silly to argue but you’ll try anything to end this nightmare.

"Oh, but you did," he croons, leaning closer until you can feel his cold breath against your cheek. "Life got ya down? Feeling lonely? Lost in the dark?" His voice drops to a whisper, each question like a silken thread wrapping around your throat. Until you realize that his fingers have wrapped around your throat. "Those little whispers into the void - they're all little invitations to creatures like me."

You try to twist away, but his grip only tightens. Your thoughts have been mostly of a depressive nature lately; you feel stuck in your life and unsure if you’ve made the right choices. But your words weren't meant for him.

He knows what you’re thinking, his lips stretching into that terrible smile again. Frigid breath ghosts across your face as he speaks. “It’s not so bad. Let me help ease your burdens." His hand travels up your neck to settle beneath your jaw and he tilts your head to face away from him.

“W-what are you going to do?” Your voice is nothing but a breathless whisper now. Eyes dart around the dark room in fear, knowing that this is wrong. The thought of escape flutters through your mind, but he is overwhelming you. His free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, an almost tender gesture that makes your skin crawl.

The creature chuckles, dark and silky, like poisoned honey dripping from his lips. "Despair is delicious, to me, anyway," he murmurs, and you feel those razor-sharp teeth graze against the tender skin of your neck. Your heart thunders as his grip tightens. "I'll take it from you, pretty thing. Make you feel…alive again”. He gives a shaky breath before his lips press softly against your throat. A kiss, gentle and cold, sends shivers down your spine. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat without any conscious decision to do so. You’d be lying if you weren’t interested in his words.

Another kiss, and another, each one leaving trails of ice across you. You know you should be terrified but you’re subdued by his touch. He shifts on top of you, his kisses growing rougher. Your breathing quickens, eyes wide as you stare into the dark abyss of your ceiling. Thoughts scatter like leaves. The creature's nail catches the collar of your t-shirt and he tears it down the middle to the bottom hem, a clean, slow cut.

You make a surprised noise, unable to choke words out as your exposed to him. His fingers trail down your sternum, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soft lips press against your collarbone, each kiss punctuated with a gentle scrape of teeth. You’re teetering on the edge of extreme danger and you know it - but you’re almost in a trance. Lost in how his mouth burns like frostbite. You feel his smile against you as his hands slide lower, splaying across your ribs. His mouth continues lower, kisses growing hungry and possessive. Lips hover over your heart, where your fear pounds in a violent rhythm. His teeth press down and you hold your breath, certain that this is the moment he'll tear into you. Instead, he chuckles against your flesh, dragging his nose further down your chest.

When his cold lips close around your nipple, you gasp and arch into the sensation. His tongue flicks against it as his other hand slides up to palm the other. A whimper escapes your lips as his teeth graze ever so slightly, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

His cold kisses and sharp teeth trail over you until his mouth hovers over your heart again.

This time he bites.

A flash of white light explodes behind your eyes and you cry out in agony. You’re transported somewhere else. A recurring nightmare of yours. You’re reaching out for the light as you fall into complete darkness. It moves further and further out of reach but instead of fighting, you let yourself go. Warmth spreads through your body. The darkness that once terrified you now wraps around you like a hug, soothing your fears away. The light above grows dimmer and dimmer, but your hands still extended toward it with no hope of ever touching it again. You don't mind anymore. Your muscles relax, tension melting away as you near the bottom of the pit.

The creature releases you.

Adrenaline explodes through your body, heart pounding against your ribcage as if trying to burst out of it. Lungs fill with a sharp, deep gasp of air. Your eyes fly open to find his face inches from yours, sharp teeth stained crimson with your blood bared. It drips down his chin, landing on you.

Before you can process, he crushes his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss.

The taste of copper fills your mouth as his teeth clash against yours. His tongue traces your bottom lip, cold and insistent. You can taste your own blood. You’ve already established that this is wrong, but everything feels electric. His cold fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear. The coolness of his touch soothing you. He unbuttons his pants. You feel his length press against your thigh, cold and hard. His mouth finds yours again in another bruising kiss as he positions himself between your legs.

The creature has made you come alive and now he wants to feel it.

He enters you slowly, stealing your breath away. The contrast between his icy touch and your feverish skin is maddening. His hips snap forward and you arch beneath him, a deep groan from your throat as he sets a merciless pace. His mouth finds your throat again, his teeth piercing your flesh once more as his thrusts grow more desperate. The sharp pain mingles with pleasure, making your head spin as you cling to him. Your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his coat.

His growls grow more feral with each thrust, vibrating against your throat where his teeth are still buried in your flesh. Your moans echo in the darkness of your room, unashamed and desperate. You're taking him deeper, harder, your body accepting everything he gives you. He releases your throat with a snarl, blood dripping from his lips as he looks down at you with that bone-white eye. His thrusts become more erratic, more animalistic.

Shadows pulse and swirl around you both. The creature's white eye glows brighter until it’s the only thing you can see. Your body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you cum. A strangled cry rips from the creature's throat, how you clench around him driving him to finish inside you.

The glow of his eye dims, and the shadows consume you.

“Oh, pretty thing," you hear from the darkness, "your despair tasted divine." His cold fingers trace your jaw. "And your liveliness... absolutely intoxicating."

Consciousness fades.

You do feel lighter.

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storiesabouteli · 2 months ago

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"Too busy being yours..." // Elijah Hewson X Reader!

prompt: you feel uncomfortable with people hitting on eli. even though you trust him, eli, noticing your unease, kisses you (and stuffs) at a party — even knowing how shy you are — to show he's taken.

words: 2k.

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You couldn't help feeling a little jealous whenever you saw other girls flirting with Eli. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, or doubt how much he loved you — you knew he was always too focused on you to even notice anyone else. Still, sometimes, it stung a little, seeing so many people trying to catch his attention when you were standing right there beside him.

"You're lookin' deadly tonight.” Eli said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. He’d said it before, but honestly, you wouldn’t mind hearing it a few more times. Tilting your chin up, he searched your eyes, silently asking if everything was alright. You nodded. You wanted him all to yourself, but you understood — that promotion was his moment, and he needed to mingle.

"I promise I'll be back in just a few minutes — and then I'll be all yours," he said, sealing the promise with a kiss. Your shy smile made him feel a little more at ease, and you hid your face against his chest, holding him close.

At that, you agreed, giving his waist a squeeze and soaking up the comfort he always gave you. He stuck by your side until you found some familiar faces, still refusing to leave you alone — especially knowing you weren’t really a fan of these parties.

You two weren’t exactly the same when it came to socializing, but it had never been a problem. If anything, he loved having you around, even in moments that weren’t exactly your idea of fun.

The party was one of the many thrown for some artist’s new album — a friend of the boys, as usual. It was cool, honestly, but sometimes it was hard to spot familiar faces, and you weren’t exactly the best at jumping into new crowds. Still, it was always worth it just to have Eli's arm around you, guiding you through the chaos so carefully.

After chatting with Eli for a bit, you ended up on the dance floor, just trying to have a good time with Bobby and his girlfriend.

A few minutes later, just like he promised, he was back. He kissed the top of your head as you stood there, still a little dazed by all the new faces that had shown up, and he thanked Bobby for looking after you.

Eli swore he could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Laughing under your breath, you moved closer to him, running your hands over his shoulders before asking if he could grab you a drink.

He nodded straight away, smiling like he already understood — especially when he felt the slight tremble in your touch.

You knew he got it. Still, it always felt a little silly, being so introverted that even walking through a crowd of strangers just for a drink felt like too much — like the moment you pictured it, your thirst magically disappeared.

Eli felt a bit stupid for not thinking of it sooner, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel good that you trusted him enough to ask, instead of just pushing your needs aside.

Then he slipped away to grab some drinks, leaving you dancing with Bobby. It didn’t take long before Bobby had you laughing, feeling light and carefree the way he always made everyone feel — and with him, you were completely at ease. That’s when you caught sight of her — a girl making her way over to Eli, a flirty look in her eyes, flashing a beautiful smile and running her fingers through silky, perfect hair. Instinctively, your eyes followed, even though it was nothing out of the ordinary.

You watched from a distance, Bobby and his girlfriend too caught up in the music to even notice. The girl leaned in, said something to Eli, and pressed an unnecessary kiss to his cheek. Even though Eli did his usual polite shuffle to brush her off, it didn’t do much — a second later, she was running her hand over his, acting like she wanted to hold it while chatting away, absolutely buzzing. You knew you should be used to it by now, but deep down, you felt this urge to storm over and pull her away — maybe not all that nicely. Which, yeah, meant it still got under your skin more than you liked to admit.

You watched as Elijah tried, in his usual sweet way, to dodge her advances, telling her he was with someone. But she wasn’t having it — she kept trailing after him, desperate for his attention. A wave of jealousy and insecurity washed over you before you could even stop it. The music thumped around you, pulling you under, and you tried to look away, focusing instead on Bobby’s girlfriend’s bright smile as she squeezed your hand.

Eli knew he'd made it pretty clear, and he could feel the intensity behind the girl’s gestures. It brought back the way you used to point out how girls would throw themselves at him — always in a plural he thought was far too generous. You never sounded bitter when you mentioned it, just a little baffled that he didn’t seem to notice. Your voice always made it clear you weren’t worried about him taking advantage of it, but it was obvious you didn’t love seeing it happen right in front of you. And now, for the first time, he was seeing it unfold in real time — detailed, undeniable — and knowing you were there to witness it too.

He felt an urgent need to apologize, even though it wasn’t really a situation that called for it — it wasn’t his fault, and you didn’t think it was either. The drinks were completely forgotten as he made his way back to you, his steps steady, cutting through the crowd without hesitation.

When he saw you, that lost look on your face, he could read you instantly — a few years together had taught him the signs: your slouched shoulders, your forced smile, the way jealousy softened your whole expression. He loved that about you — not in a toxic way, never — but it didn’t make it any less painful to see.

"I know it's about me and my own insecurities," you had told him once, curled up in his arms on a night much like this one. "I don’t blame you. I just... can’t help feeling it."

And how that one night, holding you close, thanking you for opening up to him, had been enough.

The thing was, he didn’t want you to feel that way. He’d told you before how clueless he could be about it, and how he had no intention — and never would — of doing anything that would disrespect you.

So why wasn’t he showing that more?

The thought wasn’t exactly a fully-formed one — it was more about wanting to show you he was paying attention, to put an end to the situation as quickly as possible.

He wanted it to happen right away, so he took your hand and led you toward a quieter corner, a little further from the others. His touch was gentle, even if there was a bit of urgency in it.

Still, the adrenaline made everything seem faster. Your eyes were a little unsure as your fingers brushed the back of his neck, lifting his gaze to meet yours. He wet his lips and pressed them against yours with a sigh that felt almost desperate, moving with enough pressure to gently pin you against the wall.

His hands found your waist, holding you there against him, and yours slid down his shoulders in a soft touch.

You two weren’t usually the kind to get overly affectionate in public — at most, his hand would be resting on your back or guiding you by the waist — but god, he needed to make a point.

He wasn’t available.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your voice small, your faces so close you could feel his breath.

The blue light made his eyes and freckles stand out even more, and his hair was messier than it had been earlier, some strands falling over your face even as you tried to tuck them behind his ear.

He cupped your tense face, gently brushing the hair away from your ear. You heard him moisten his lips and whisper wetly next to your skin.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and you both knew exactly what he meant.

You nodded.

He followed your gaze, catching the girls laughing, clearly finding the whole thing a game — and seeing you look over only seemed to egg them on. Eli felt his blood boil.

"You don't have to prove anything to me, El," you said softly, your voice genuine.

And Eli realized how foolish it was to think that showing he was taken would change anything.

Still, he made a mental note: he’d be even clearer about it next time. Just like he should’ve been from the start.

Taking his time, he ran his fingers down the back of your neck, closing his hand into a fist and feeling the strands of your hair catch in his rings. With the sudden push, your head tilted back and your bare skin was all his.

He brushed his chin against the spot, the baby hairs tickling and raising goosebumps on your skin. It made him laugh, which made your body cling to him, so that every curve was molded to his grip. He licked your neck briefly, as usual for you, and kissed you deeper. Kissing until the tip of his nose sank into your skin. He pulled away briefly, your sighs filling his lungs, and then he grazed his teeth in a light bite.

He sucked your flesh into his lips, lightly and gently, and when he let go he filled the spot with affection. Like a need to release the pain to ease it. You liked it, it was visible as your body softened against his as he held you in place.

Your eyes fluttered, and before they fully blurred, you caught a glimpse of the well-groomed girl from earlier and her friend, both looking visibly annoyed, like spoiled kids. You tightened your hold around Eli’s arms as he pulled you even closer to him. Was it wrong? You couldn't really tell, but there was a quiet satisfaction in knowing it had gotten to them.

"El, I don't think they're watching anymore..." you said in a slow, lazy tone, your voice soft and velvety, and he couldn’t help but smile at how relaxed you sounded. He didn’t mind — as long as you didn’t either.

So he kept going. His fingertips found their way into your shirt, tightening your waist a little and stealing your body heat for himself. He trailed his beard down your neck, moving up to your cheek and kissing you before you could bury your head in his chest, "Think I can make a run for it now?”

He bumped the tip of his nose against yours, pressing his face close until you ended up cupping his cheeks between your laughter. His body was still tucked warmly against yours.

"Sorry," he murmured, voice low and rough. His lips were a little flushed, cheeks too, as he pulled back just enough to get a better look at you. Not that you were looking much different.

You bit your lip, smiling softly at him.

"I know you're not really big on over-the-top PDA," he started, "and... I should’ve listened when you told me girls were pushing it with me. I just said I didn’t notice..."

You nodded. "Well, you weren’t lying about not noticing before," you said, your fingers tracing along his brows before your gaze dropped to the chain around his neck, your fingers looping around it.

And yes, if you had never joked about it, maybe he wouldn't have realized it. He hated the thought of having to make you uncomfortable, so at least this way he could handle it better.

He could tell you weren’t really upset — a little shy about the whole thing maybe, but if it meant seeing you all flustered and cuddly against him like this, he’d gladly do it again.

"Well," he said, copying your tone playfully, "either way, I had to make it pretty clear I’m yours, yeah?"

He brushed his thumb over the bridge of your nose, watching your breathing slow back to normal.

"So, are we really leaving?" you asked, tugging gently at his chain between your fingers. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, nodding.

"I need to finish this night with you," he said.

You nodded back, smoothing out your shirt and skirt before he could tug you by the hand, leading you out into the night.

Your eyes caught the girl's again — the same one from before — but the wide smile that hadn't left your face stayed right there. She couldn't hold your gaze for long, and Eli... Eli didn’t even seem to remember her face.

Somehow, that made his earlier words — about wanting people to know he was with you — feel even more real.

It wasn’t something you had thought about before, but now...

You were really glad he had done it.

#elijah hewson x reader #elijah hewson fanfic #elijah hewson #elijah hewson smut #elijah hewson one shot #elijah hewson imagines

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sweetiecutie · 2 years ago

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AHHHH I NEED MORE KEEGAN IN MY LIFE PLEASE could you write some Keegan h/c?

Pairing: Keegan P Russ x fem! Reader

Warnings: just general stuff, language, bad driving, NSFW under the cut, mdni, spit kink

A/n: it’s not a lot, but it’s better than nothing😌 Keegan is such a bad bitch, he deserves more attention

• Starting off - I’m pretty sure that Keegan would want a civil partner; someone not related to military and actually as far as possible from all the war stuff. First of all, it’s to avoid having constant fear of losing you on the battlefield - it’s a highly dangerous job, sometimes coming out alive is not only a matter of skills, but also pure luck. Secondly, the amount of trauma and emotional damage Keegan carries is more than enough for two people - he needs someone grounded and, well, more stable, someone who will be able to give him a piece of blissful domestic life, faraway from all the constant war Keegan lives in.

• Always referring to you as his girl in conversations with other people or when introducing you to someone new. “That’s Y/n - my girl” “That’s for my girl, she likes pink” “My girl doesn’t like the smell of smoke so I’m trying to quit”. It’s also a way of showing everyone that you’re his - letting others know from the very beginning that you’re taken and no one better try anything with his precious girl, otherwise a few bones will be broken.

• Gives off annoying older brother vibes. He’ll always playfully nag you, and it’ll only become worse once you start dating. Placing stuff on the highest shelves just to watch you struggle to get it yourself, drawing some silly doodles on your notes, messing with your makeup that you spent nearly an hour organising neatly, punching your favourite plushie just to get a rise out of you. And of course, constant bickering! “Keegan, can you pass me that book?” - “Fuck no” *passes the book*. “Keegan, I want some sushi” - “Well shit, what am I supposed to do about that?” *already placing an order online on his phone*

• Another amazing driver here. Keegan has horrible road rage, hitting the car horn aggressively, yelling most intricate insults out the window at whoever that happened to piss him off. I also have a feeling the he drives really fast and reckless, teasing you whenever you ask him to go slower - so you better always buckle up. And yes, he definitely got in a few minor accidents - scratching or leaving indents on other car’s bumper.

NSFW here~*•.

• And while we’re speaking of driving - just imagine giving him a sloppy noisy head while being stuck in a long traffic. Keegan is seething with hot anger, rolling his eyes on other drivers, lack of nicotine adding to his distress. And here’s a sweet lovely you trying your best to make Keegan feel at least a tad bit better, soothing his booming annoyance with your silky tongue swirling around throbbing shaft, cheeks hollowing to provide stronger suction, allowing Keegan to set the pace. And it seemed to work wonders on him - his nape against the headrest of driver’s seat, pretty blue eyes half lidded, staring at the car ceiling, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, feeling your throat wrapped around his cock.

• Oh, how nasty he is. Biggest spit kink ever - ordering to open your mouth nice and wide just to spit a thick globe of saliva in it, then closing your jaw and making sure that you swallow it. Will gladly let you spit in his mouth as well; loooves messy wet kisses - either during make out session or after you gave him head, slurping up your spit mixed with his cum from your lips and chin. Very often uses his spit as lube, or telling you to spit in his palm before spreading it all over his needy leaking cock, plunging it deep inside your warmth.

• A horndog. You never have to ask him if he’s in a right mood because yes, he is. He is always in the mood to fuck. Now, he always lets you know that it’s totally fine if you say no - Keegan will never pressure or guilt trap you into any kind of intimacy, no means no. You can always cuddle up together or do something fun like cooking, dancing or simply dorking around. But if your sexdrive happens to match his - oh boy, I’m sorry for your neighbours. Let’s just say - there’s hardly any surface in your flat that you didn’t fuck on.

• It’s nothing new, but this mug is cocky. Like, I don’t think he has unimaginably big dick - not small for sure, but not huge as well; but the way he works with it - a chef’s kiss. Keegan just knows how to angle his hips to massage that one spot within you, how you like your clit to be played with, how he quickly discovers and memorises all the sweetest spots of your body. “Aw, cumming already? I barely touched you, does it feel this good?” - he’d purr, curling three of his long fingers inside of your needy cunny, thumb flicking swollen clit while hot mouth sucks on perked up nipples.

• Daddy kink? Daddy kink😏

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ryebread0605 · 20 days ago

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Your fics are really lovely! If I may request, Azul x afab!reader who surprised him with a gift (coughs them) after work~ Feel free to use any kinks that suit our beloved tako ^^

Thank you for reading!

First of all, thank you so much for all the love I’ve been receiving for these silly little fics! It makes me so happy that people like my horny rambling! Second, this is also self indulgent as it is my birthday today lmao (for all mention of cock, I should specify that it means a strap on and the cum mentioned is like that fake stuff you can get bc as a trans guy why not)

Azul stalked to his room, exhaustion and stress clear on his face. He had a very rough day today with many students attempting to swindle him to let him out of their contracts, running out of key ingredients for specials, and Floyd deciding he just didn’t want to work today.

All he wanted right now was his beloved Pearl.

He sighed, running a hand through his already frazzled silvery hair before pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, he had to blink twice before his mind comprehended what lay before him.

His lovely boyfriend lay before him, wrapped beautifully in silky light lavender ribbons, tied into a pretty little bow across his chest. He stepped forward, gently running a gloved finger along his lovers cheek with a smile.

“Well well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? And what did I do to get such a.. tantalizing reward my pearl?”

You giggled softly, the sound making the octopus blush a light blue color,

“You’ve been working so hard my dear, you deserve to get to just go brainless for a bit don’t you think? Let your worries melt into nothing and fill your head with nothing but the thought of me, sound nice?”

Of course, he was extremely excited and happy at that idea. Allowing someone else to take control was something he rarely did, but with you it had become second nature. He allowed you to unbutton his shirt and fold it with a practiced ease, knowing exactly how he prefers it to be so it would be easiest to wash later.

It didn’t take very long for both of you to be nude, your lips leaving soft marks on his delicate skin as sinful sounds poured from his lips. He knew to be patient, and he could be a very patient man, but gods was it hard to be patient when he knew how good it felt to have you inside him.

He watched eagerly as you lined your cock up with his prepped hole, making sure to stretch him out well with your fingers beforehand, and he gripped the sheets as your tip pushed into him.

Inch by inch you went further and further in until you were fully in his ass, standing still to allow the very flustered man the chance to adjust before your hips started their gentle rhythm. It wasn’t until he began to whine that you went any faster, despite how Azul tried to act he could be very demanding when it came to sex.

It didn’t take long for you to be roughly pounding into him, his glasses long since discarded off to the side somewhere and his beautiful silvery hair a mess as your balls slapped against him with each thrust. His own cock was hard, twitching in your hand as you jerked him off while thrusting. He tried so, so hard not to cum for as long as he could, but eventually his moans turned to near screams as his cum shot out onto the bedsheets beneath him. Not too long after, your hips stilled as you dumped your own load deep into his ass.

Panting softly, you pulled your now soft dick out of his twitching hole and laid beside him, pulling him into your arms with a smile,

“My dear, do you feel better now, hm? All empty headed and full of cum? Just like a good boy should be”

All Azul could muster up in response was a lopsided yet still very happy smile as he lay his head on your bare chest, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him into a much needed rest.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #twisted wonderland x male reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul

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ssentimentals · 6 months ago

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Hi! That’s okay! Can I please request hurt prompt 18 - “You used me, just like everyone else” with either Vernon

hello! let's go with vernon! thank you for requesting! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

hurt prompt: 'you used me, just like everyone else.'

sometimes it really sucks to be right. sometimes you really wish you had people coming up to you with annoying 'i told you so!' because that would've meant that you were blind, but no. you saw it coming, that's the thing. you saw it coming from miles away, felt in your bones, heard sirens going off as loud as they can only get and yet.

'will you..say something?' vernon asks quietly, unsure.

he looks like he's scared and it makes you want to scoff - he's scared of what? of you? or is he afraid of what you might do, of your reaction? the pain you feel turned you a little numb. isn't it surprising how heart can break when it knew that this would happen? isn't it shocking how stupid it is, letting you stay, letting you turn a blind eye against any logic? silly, silly heart. 'what is there to say?' you ask and you don't recognize your voice; it's completely void of any emotion. 'you used me, just like everyone else.'

vernon winces. you wonder if he's feeling the same pain as you do. is he also remembering all his promises? all the sweet talk of 'i am not like them' and 'i will never hurt you'. is it even right to blame vernon right now, when you are the one who filled your heart with unreasonable hope and stayed, when all signs pointed towards the exit? vernon shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair. they are silky, your fingers never got tangled in them. he likes when you tug a little at the roots, likes when your nails scratch his scalp, likes when you pet his head till he falls asleep. you blink and will your mind to forget about it, this knowledge is not needed anymore.

'i didn't- not intentionally.' vernon says, voice cracking at the end. 'i don't think i even knew what i was doing. everything just- it all happened so fast. i didn't-'

'two hours will be enough?' you ask, interrupting him. 'to pack up your stuff and leave, i mean. you don't have many clothes here, anyways.' because you never planned to stay.

if vernon looks shocked, he doesn't show it. lately he stopped showing his emotions to you, so you're not surprised but it still sends a pang through your heart. he stares at you with blank expression and then silently stands up. 'is that what you want?' he asks and you want to laugh at this stupid show of empathy.

'that's what you want.' you say and he doesn't even try to argue with this, simply turns around and leaves to pack his stuff. 'knew it.'

you knew it all. knew from the start that this is how it's going to end. you swallow, wrapping your arms around your shoulders, sighing. god. sometimes it really sucks to be right.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

#seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #seventeen x reader #vernon #vernon imagine #vernon fanfic #vernon seventeen #vernon x reader #svt x reader #svt vernon #chwe hansol #chwe hansol x reader #chwe vernon #svt hansol #svt hansol imagine #seventeen hansol #seventeen angst #seventeen prompt #hansol scenario

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ihaznoclue · 2 months ago

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Could I request Anby, Ellen, and Ben with a partner who likes sewing dolls and plushies?

Pairings -> Anby Demara x Reader, Ellen Joe x Reader, Ben Bigger x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader loves to sew dolls and plushies and give it to them as a gift

Genre -> Fluff

ANBY DEMARA

She would be a bit confused on what you are doing at first but relaized you are sewing up a doll that exactly looks like her

Anby can be hard to read, shes quiet and always on task but as soon as she sees you on something she stays to see what your doing and how you do it

But as soon as you hand it too her, perfectly model just like her she is surprised at first

"This.. is for me?" She would ask, looking at it

You nod "I made it for you Anby, Sewing stuff is my hobby and it's how I relax and well I wanted to give your this as a gift"

Anby is still processing as she held the chest closely to her chest

Her posture softening at this moment

"No-one expect my faction has ever done this for me.. thank you Name.. I'll take good care of it"

Then later that night you spotted it on her bedside table next to her bed which made you smile

ELLEN JOE

Ellen can be brash at times and sometimes chaotic, but sometimes she would be quiet as she is always sleeping

But when you gave her a custom made plushie of her, her reaction is confused

"You made this?.." She would ask

"Yep, I made it just for you Ellen, I hope you like it!"

Ellen would maybe show a little smile and she would hug it close to her

"I'm gonna keep it"

Later when you would visit her on her break at the mansion, you would spot her sleeping with the plushie of her close to her

Ever now and then you would see her with the plushie

BEN BIGGER

Ben was mostly a big guy who is fluffy and soft to people

He's basically the one who shields others from danger and he deserves a gift for that

So when you handed him a plushie of him with his soft silky fur, he is beyond happy to keep it

"Woah.. You mad this?"

"I know, it's kind of silly but I wanted to make something for you for all your hard work"

Ben would hold the plushie carefully in his big hands and would look at it carefully to see that you had catched every single detail of him

"This ain't silly, you actually catched all my detail on this plushie is very impressive"

Then he would give you a smile

Even though he is really busy at work and it gets sometimes dirty he keep the plushie somewhere safe

-A<3

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mochidoie · 8 months ago

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diet pepsi (preview)

listen to - diet pepsi by addison rae na jaemin x reader expected wc - ~ 7k?? teaser wc - 933 genre - a mixture of fluff and hotness, shy!reader, flirty!jaemin warnings - multiple encounters w/ shirtless jaemin, mentions of a "nude" pic, partying/drinking, a makeout session, aloootttt of sensual tension! a/n - ya so that pic jaemin posted on his instagram.... hasn't left my mind since. and what's crazier is that it provoked enough feelings that i had to write something about it. i will also preface that there will be no smut.

Accidentally walking in on your best friend's hot housemate half naked with a towel around his waist in the bathroom was never in your plans. But maybe, it was in his?

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Mark shuts the fridge door that you’ve left idly open as you rummage through the kitchen cabinets for a snack. “It was a late night purchase. The store ran out of all the good stuff.”

“Well, last time I checked, you don’t live here.” Mark hollers from the kitchen, a bit of sass in his statement. “Yet you’re here all the time!”

Honestly speaking, you’re only rambunctiously annoying when you’re just around Mark. His housemates know you as his shy and sweet friend.

Jaemin watches as you try to find your words, tripping over your own tongue. He drinks up how your eyes bounce between his face and his bare upper body, lost in his canvas.

“Sorry!” You quickly shut the door, odd that you’re the one embarrassed when he is the one who got walked in on. Running down the stairs, you nearly slam right into Mark, causing him to fall back onto the couch.

“Whoa! Are you in a rush or something?” Mark groans. His eyes widen at your flustered expression. “What happened?”

You’re deciding whether or not you should lie to him, committed to not exposing and embarrassing yourself even further. “Just bumped into Jaemin. Does he normally not lock the bathroom door?”

“That’s weird. He’s usually good about that stuff.” He snickers, “What did you see?”

“Get your head out of the gutter.” You lightly slap the back of his head, but feel heat spread across the tips of your ears and run its way down to your cheeks. “I didn’t see anything.”

“Bummer, bet you wanted to.” Mark jokes, a fit of giggles erupting from his stomach.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t look offended. Instead, a sweet smirk curves upward on his perfect face. You swallow hard, embarrassed and ashamed yet again that Jaemin continues to ruin you. READ HERE

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tojisbbg · 2 years ago

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𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚

❝come and take a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain; you like your girls insane.❞

♡ geto suguru ♡

a/n: was listening to this song earlier and it reminded me of him. 😞 i know there's been a lot of angsty shit on my blog recently, but i promise new content soon! how we feeling about a tattoo artist!geto smutfic? 👀 lmk in the comments!

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: geto suguru x fem!reader, takes place after geto becomes a silly little cult leader, spoilers (slightly, i changed up some stuff), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, a little long 'cause i got carried away lol, not edited.

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"y/n?! weren't you on a business trip?" gojo gasped, your sudden appearance made everyone's heads turn, including his.

however, gojo's words flew over your head, frozen in your tracks as your eyes widened. it really was him, his hair was much longer than the last time you saw him which was... ten years ago.

"suguru.." you breathed out, feeling your backpack that was slung over one shoulder slip off and fall to the ground. you felt your body tremble, his eyes meeting yours as they never wavered.

without any hesitation, you began to walk forwards, pushing past the sea of higher-ups that were grouping around behind gojo. you were about to walk past the tall white haired man as well, only to be halted as he grabbed your wrist.

"don't. he's not the same suguru that we once knew, y/n. don't let your emotions conflict with you, he's a threat to jujutsu high." gojo sternly said, his other hand lifting the bandages of one eye as he looked down at you with a begging look.

you looked up at him with a glare, a frown painted on your lips.

"let go of me, satoru." you calmly replied, making him thin his lips before a heavy sigh left his mouth.

"y/n-"

"i said to let go." you spoke through gritted teeth, twisting your wrist in his hold before ripping out of his grasp. the crowd gasped at your actions, you could hear principal yaga and gojo yell your name, but all of that just sounded like white noise.

you were blind and deaf to anything that wasn't related to the man in front of you. geto looked at you with an amused grin, watching your wobbly legs walk up to him without a single care for your safety, as you were now just a few inches away from him.

you noticed how his eyebags got darker, his eyes that once shimmered with joy were now replaced with nothing but emptiness and tire. it made your throat swell up, feeling it burn as tears stung your eyes.

"you grew out your hair, sugu." you said, though your voice was as soft as a whisper, allowing only geto to hear. you brought up a shaky hand and caressed the long and silky smooth ebony locks. he allowed you to touch it, humming in response.

"i didn't have the time to cut it." geto bluntly responded, onyx eyes looking down at you as you never once broke eye contact with him.

"busy?" you casually asked, earning a nod from him.

"killing people, right?" you added a follow-up question, which you knew the answer to, but all these years you were still in denial about it.

you heard it all over the news, read it on the paper and yaga himself told you. yet, still in your heart you believed that he was innocent and that it was nothing but a mistake or someone trying to frame him.

you knew geto like the back of your hand, he was gentle, calm and soothing. he reminded you of a soft, gentle spring rain shower in the middle of the night.

however, all of that hope would soon come crumbling down as you saw him smirk.

"how'd you know?" his tone dripped with nothing but sarcasm and malice, setting off goosebumps all over your body.

"you're lying to me! i know you'd never do this, suguru. i've known you for years. who's behind all of this? there's still time to fix everything!" your voice trembled, clammy palms coming up to cup his face as your thumb dragged along the soft skin of his cheeks.

"fix? there's nothing left to fix, y/n. everything that you heard was true, i killed that entire village. matter of a fact, it didn't stop there. i killed more and more and even more people all these years!" he laughed like a maniac, making your heart rate increase, feeling his larger hands cup yours.

"stop... please, stop." you sniffled, tears streaming down your face, which made him frown.

"why are you crying? isn't this what you wanted to hear?" he asked with faux sympathy, his thumb brushing away your tears as you looked at him with glossy eyes.

"i missed you so much. every night, i prayed that one day you'll come back and say that everything was a lie. and here you are now, telling me all of this bullshit! why, suguru?! why did you leave??" you yelled at him, not caring about your safety at that moment, knowing that he wouldn't dare to lay a finger on you.

"it's simple, y/n. i'm creating a world where us jujutsu sorcerers can live peacefully without these filthy monkeys." geto tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his words making your stomach churn with sickness.

yet, this was your last attempt in trying to convince him. who knew when you'd ever see him again? if he disappeared for ten years without a trace, then perhaps your next encounter with him might be too late.

without thinking, you closed the distance between you both, burying your face in his kimono as he let you embrace him without any protest.

he still smelled of the same fragrance that you bought for him in your teen years. you cried on his chest, gripping onto the fabric as your arms tightened around him.

"please, don't leave me again. come back to us, suguru. we'll find a way to fix this, i promise. i'll help you!" you tried to persuade him, feeling his chest take in a huge supply of air before breathing it out. suddenly, you felt him pull you away from him.

your breath hitched when you saw his face morph into a scowl, his fingers grabbing a hold of your jaw to look at him dead in the eyes.

"come back? come back to what, huh? my execution or that terrible life that i abandoned ten years ago? it's time that you realize that things aren't the same for us anymore, y/n. i am no longer on your side, we are enemies now. your sweet sappy talk won't work on me, i'll proceed with my plans no matter what. and if you get in my way—" he harshly spoke, each of his words stabbing you in the heart multiple times, making it bleed and cry.

"i'll kill you." geto's eyes darkened, his tone dropping an octave lower as you gulped. he let go of you, walking back to the huge bird that you assumed was his form of transportation.

"i'll see you all on the night parade of a hundred demons! bye-bye~" he sang out, waving at everyone as the bird took off. you watched him grow smaller and smaller into the distance until he was no longer visible to your eyes.

your knees felt like jelly, no longer being able to support your weight before collapsing. you sat on the cold cemented ground, tears dropping onto your thighs as you sobbed. you could hear distant murmuring which belonged to the higher-ups, probably snickering about your unacceptable behavior today towards a traitor, but you couldn't have cared less.

he was your suguru, your best friend.

he's the only person who's ever made your heart flutter and make you feel like the world's cruelty didn't seem so bad when you were with him. in a never ending void, geto was your comfort.

you heard footsteps nearing close to you before feeling a hand on your shoulder. you turned to your side, being met with the familiar cerulean eyes.

"come here." gojo softly said, pulling you into his embrace as you cried on his shoulder, feeling his arms wrap around you.

"it's so unfair! so fucking unfair, satoru!" you choked out, feeling him stroke your back in a comforting manner.

"i know... i know, y/n."

---

it's been about two weeks since the incident, you were on mandatory house arrest while the higher-ups further investigated your loyalty towards jujutsu tech. not that you minded, in the end, you knew you'd slip out of these accusations because gojo satoru existed.

and yaga knew you as if you were his own child.

nonetheless, you treated your little 'punishment' as a well-deserved break. long before the incident, you've been quite literally abused with never ending missions, the majority of them shoving you overseas since gojo couldn't go on them frequently due to his students.

you'd occasionally see him, but it was like on a rare moon. you worked full-time and overtime as a sorcerer.

what a hassle.

night had fallen, you glanced at your window which was slightly opened to let in the cool spring breeze. you could hear the faint sound of the sky rumbling, storm clouds slowly grouping together.

"looks like it'll storm tonight." you mumbled to yourself, walking towards your window as you closed it along with the curtains. a few seconds later, you heard a knock at your door.

who'd pay you a visit at this hour? it's nearly a little past midnight.

regardless, you pushed your thoughts aside and went ahead to open the door.

"oh, shoko?" you called out, your tone a little surprised in seeing her so late, assuming that she'd be long knocked down by sleep.

"mhm, mind if i come in?" the dark brunette asked, taking one last drag of her cigarette before throwing it on the floor, crushing beneath her foot.

"no, of course not!" you gave her a smile, stepping aside to let her enter your house.

"so, what was that whole romeo and juliet incident involving you and suguru about?" shoko chuckled at her own joke, making you sigh.

"so you've heard." you replied, making her hum.

"i did. you know, i'm a little hurt that i didn't hear it from your mouth instead. those shitty higher-ups really have a way with their words, and it's not poetic." she snickered, making you scoff.

"they always exaggerate shit." you grumbled, balling your hands into fists.

"mhm, so, i need to hear it from you now." shoko took off her white coat before tossing it to the side, plopping on your couch as she patted the empty seat next to her. you took in the offer, sitting down as you looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

"i.. he-" you could feel your words starting to get stuck in your throat, the memory of that day washing so vividly clear in your mind, making you feel sick. shoko attentively watched you, a long pause embracing your lips.

"you know i trust you, right y/n?" she suddenly blurted out, making you look up at her with wide eyes.

"huh?" was the only thing that left your lips, a little astonished to hear it from the lips of the woman who was left to cope with everything by herself after geto's departure.

it was cruel and uncalled-for, after all, the four of you were best friends. but, life happened and it was a harsh split.

"if i were in your place, i'd feel the same and i know satoru felt the same too. he's just too ignorant to come to terms with his emotions. so, tell me." shoko offered you a small smile, comfortingly rubbing your back as you told her everything.

"ah, i see. i've gotta say, you got some balls, y/n." she giggled, making your face turn red.

"that's not the case, my body just led without my control." you defended.

"hm, you must've gotten a harsh earful from principal yaga." she leaned back in the sofa, hazel eyes meeting yours.

"yeah." you thin your lips.

"are you serious right now, y/n?! you're one of my most trusted students, a senior and mentor at jujutsu tech! how could you act so rash and stupidly like this?! it makes no sense, i'd rather have it be satoru than you. do you know how much of a dangerous position you're in now? they're investigating you because of rising accusations that you might be suguru's accomplice. they're questioning your loyalty and if you're possibly another traitor like him!"

yaga's words rang loud and clear in your head, making you scowl as you slumped back.

"you're still in love with suguru, aren't you?" shoko suddenly blurted out, making you choke on air as your eyes widened.

"what?!" you gasped, a little mortified at how she knew.

"i'm not stupid, y/n. you were so painfully obvious back when we were teens and it seems like nothing has changed now either." she smirked at you, watching how your body was fidgeting as you tried to think of a quick lie.

but, you soon gave up, not having the energy or will left to care about covering up your stupid crush. you nodded your head, not meeting her eyes as you were afraid of being teased.

you've kept this little secret of yours hidden for over fourteen years, but, now someone knew.

"shoko?" you absent-mindedly called out, being lost in your thoughts.

"hm?" she hummed in response.

"you're a doctor, right?" you stupidly asked, making her laugh.

"of some sort, yes." shoko played on with your words, even though you already knew the answer to it.

"then tell me how to stop feeling like this. i can't live knowing that he's suffering and being swallowed in a pit of self-loathe, blame and pity. i can't stop loving him, shoko." you looked at her with begging eyes, feeling tears pricking them.

"i'm a doctor who heals people's injuries, not a relationship therapist." she nonchalantly spat, her words smacking you back to reality.

"right." you said, tone laced with disappointment but you expected it. after all, there simply was no answer to your question, nor was there a solution to your problem.

"but, i can try." she gave you a cheeky smile, making you cock an eyebrow.

"how?" you asked, a little confused at what she was suggesting. shoko grabbed her coat, digging something out of her pocket as you watched her pull out a small card.

"what's that?" you asked with curious eyes, taking the card before examining it.

"suguru's number, well, it's his weird cult's main line. but, maybe it might come in handy. i don't know, do as you will with that information. i should get going before it rains." shoko smirked, looking at you with a playful glint before getting up and putting on her coat.

you walked her to the door as you watched her slip on her shoes, twisting the lock afterwards to unlock the door.

"you won't tell the higher-up or satoru about this, right?" you asked with a little caution, feeling a little uneasy.

"of course not, my time is pretty precious, you know? i'd never waste it on talking with those fools. oh and by the way, i never gave you this information. goodnight, y/n." she gave you a bright smile before waving at you as she walked out.

---

"hello, master geto suguru's assistant speaking, how may i help you?"

"uh, may i schedule an appointment with master geto? i've been dealing with sleep issues and would like to consult him."

"and what are these sleep issues like?"

"well.. um, of monstrous creatures, i think? and it feels like there's another entity residing with me."

"i see, well, you could come first thing in the morning tomorrow."

"ah, you see, these dreams tend to worsen at night. so, i was hoping if i could perhaps consult with him tonight?"

"at this hour? i doubt he would."

"could you ask, please? i'm willing to pay a pretty penny to him."

"please hold."

the line goes silent.

"he surprisingly agreed. master geto will be meeting you within the next hour at the location that will be texted to you."

"thank you."

---

your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you skillfully sneaked out of your house, avoiding all the cctv cameras. it was pitch-black outside, the only source of light was from the dimly lit street lamps as the moon was covered by the thick storm clouds. you decided to take a cab to the designated location, which was a park close to shibuya, not wanting to loop ichiji and waste time to create lies for your cover-up.

it seemed like you arrived first, leaning against a tree as you waited for him to come. your hands were getting cold and sweaty, your nerves were eating you away as well.

what if things escalated and got out of hand? you had no backup plan for a potential attack. your cursed energy is drained due to your fatigue, and geto is a strong sorcerer himself, it'd be difficult fighting against him.

all these last minute questions buzzed in your mind, making you slowly regret your rash decision to contact him without any proper precautions.

was this a bad call?

"so, i was right. it is you." you heard a familiar voice speak within the distance, footsteps nearing you as you looked up to see a figure inching closer to you. the faint light emitting from the street lamp allowed you to see the figure that was dressed up in a purple hoodie and green cargos.

geto stood in front of you, taking off his hood as you saw his disheveled hair from being shielded inside the hood. it seemed as if he grew fond of the new hairstyle of keeping a half-up do.

he knew it was you?

"but, how?" you asked, a little shocked at how you failed at being so discreet. you didn't even speak to him nor give a name to his assistant.

"it was a hunch." geto smirked with his eyes closed, shrugging his shoulder. you looked down at your shoes, your fingers playing with the hem of your t-shirt as you didn't know what to talk about.

"so, why'd you wanna see me? surely, it's not to exorcise curses." he cut straight to the chase, raising a brow as he looked down at you.

"i don't know." you blurted out, not meeting his eyes. it was true, you didn't know why you called his stupid cult to set up an appointment with him at like one in the morning.

you didn't know why your mind couldn't wait and think this whole plan twice. you had nothing in particular to tell him, it was clear that geto didn't agree with your plans of him returning to jujutsu tech.

"do you think my time is something to waste?" he scoffed, making you wince at the brazenness of his tone. you let out a sigh, finally looking up at him with a furious glint in your eyes.

"could you stop acting like that?" you balled your fists in anger, making him narrow his eyes at you.

"like what?" he bluntly spat out.

"like we're strangers! how can you just forget everything that we've been through, huh? you were my best friend, for fuck's sake! we went to school together, hung out almost every day, went on missions together, celebrated each other's birthdays. all kind of that crap! how can you just stand here and look at me like i'm nothing more than a mere bug that you could step over and move on with your life?" your voice trembled as you spoke out your feelings, but, your voice never once wavered. you made sure that each of your words were loud and stern enough to drill into his skull.

"you wanna know why, y/n? i'll tell you why. it's 'cause you don't mean anything to me. i've cut all my ties between everyone back in that school. you are nothing more than a stranger to me, actually, you're being quite a nuisance to me now." geto said in a monotone, words piercing through your heart as it made tears sting in your eyes.

"lies... you're lying! cut the bullshit, suguru. you promised me that when we're both together, we're the strongest. even stronger than satoru!" you bellowed, feeling the rush of adrenaline as your body was being overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions.

pain, anger, sadness and frustration.

nothing was making sense, he wasn't making sense!

"yeah? well, welcome to reality, y/n. i don't need you anymore to be the strongest. in fact, i don't need anyone!" he yelled back at you, his face now displaying an irritated expression, but you continued to push his limits. you cupped his face in your hands, thinning your lips as you saw his face relaxing to your touch, going back to his resting face.

"i know, suguru. you never needed me or satoru to be the strongest. suguru... mistakes happen, it wasn't your fault." you spoke to him in a soft voice, caressing his cheeks. his eyes widened at your words, looking at you with a puzzled look. you felt his hands creep up before wrapping over yours.

"don't you dare speak to me as if you know everything. god, you disgust me." he roughly shoved your hands off of him, making you gasp, as it wasn't your intention to offend him. geto looked at you once more before turning his heels, walking away.

"sugu-"

"i'll let it slide this time, but i can't promise to be this generous if there's a next time. let's never meet again, y/n. unless... it's for killing one another." geto spoke with a low voice, his face turning to the side as he looked at you through his peripheral vision.

your mouth was wide open, not believing how crudely he could say those words and prance off. you gritted your teeth, running towards him before harshly grabbing his arm, pulling him towards you with all the strength in your body.

"what the f-"

"i'm sick and tired of your bullshit. you act like the world revolves around you, like you're the only one who's been through shit. yet, when it comes to facing things, you're nothing but a fucking coward!" you glared at him, your grip on him tightening to make sure he can't break free. geto scoffed, using his free hand to grab your jaw, pulling your face closer to him before looking down. you squirmed in his tight grasp, but he didn't budge.

"oh yeah? my words must've hurt your little feelings, didn't they, y/n?" he pouted, faux sympathy laced within his tone.

"shut up! you know i'm right. the incident with riko and toji had a toll on all of us, but it struck you the hardest." you tried your best to speak coherently through your squished cheeks.

"it did. what about it? you never did anything and neither did satoru. i took my own matter into my own hands. that's not cowardice, it was a leap to another direction, my redirection. silly little girls who chew on their emotions like you won't understand my motives." he smirked, making you wince as he squeezed your jaw, your hands coming up in defense to peel them off.

"redirection? ha! don't make me laugh. you wanna hate toji for killing an innocent girl who you were supposed to watch over? it'd make you a hypocrite, 'cause what makes you any different from him now?" you gave him a grin, bullets of sweat running down your forehead.

"guess you do have a brain somewhere in that stupid head of yours." he grumbled, releasing you from his hold before turning around to once again leave.

even if it meant that you'd have to chase him to the end of the earth, you're more than willing to do so.

you lightly jogged behind him before catching up, now standing in front of him as you blocked his space. you could sense him slowly getting annoyed, hand dug inside his pocket.

"don't you know that it's rude to leave mid-conversation, master geto?" you threw in a slight tease, trying to ease up the situation, but that might've irritated him even more.

"seriously, what is your problem? move." geto sternly ordered, his patience running low. but you didn't bother lifting a single muscle, staring back at him.

"no."

"i'm gonna kill you."

"okay."

"i'm being serious, y/n. go home."

"no."

geto grumbled at your stubborn behavior, scratching his head as he didn't want to use jujutsu against you when he knew that you were bluffing around.

"fine! then what do you want from me?!" he was fed up, eyes boring holes into your body.

"i need answers. i want... no, i need you to tell me everything that you went through after that incident." you replied, eyes looking into his with determination and perseverance. geto's eyes locked with yours, your knees turning into jelly.

you tried to look for some form of truth in his eyes, but you only see nothing but a vast abyss. those same eyes that once twinkled on those hot summer days where you spent being a bunch of reckless teens doing stupid shit was gone.

suddenly, it began to rain. a few drops turned into pouring rain, making your clothes wet along with his. you saw him take in a deep breath before averting his gaze.

"goodnight, y/n." geto pulled up his hood in order to avoid his hair from getting wet as he avoided your request, deciding to walk in the opposite direction.

you stood frozen in your steps, not bothering to run after him. you watched him slowly get smaller and smaller in the distance, just like you did two weeks ago.

you felt your heart shattering to pieces, watching your best friend, and the person who owns your heart walk further towards the dark path. the sickening and thick feeling of guilt has always embraced you ever since geto left jujutsu tech for good, the feeling of being responsible for his outcome always washed over you.

you were his best friend after all, yet you failed him. you watched him spiral down to his downfall, still, you turned a blind eye. it was foolish, you were young and so stupidly dumb.

of course, you didn't know any better at the tender age of sixteen. hell, you didn't even understand your own emotions, let alone anyone else's. nonetheless, after that whole incident, there was a split between the connection you, geto and gojo shared.

gojo coped by training until he passed out cold on the ground, geto resorted to self-isolationism, and you?

you'd disappear to god knows where. it wasn't a lie that you were a very rash person, your decisions being impulsive. after you touched school grounds, you booked a ticket to italy and stayed there for a couple of weeks.

no one questioned it, none of your friends.

of course, yaga soon tracked you down and threatened you to either come back or else the outcomes wouldn't be in your favor if he had to go there to get you.

so, when you did come back, gojo seemed as if nothing ever happened. meanwhile, geto's condition looked extremely poor. however, you selfishly ignored the red alarms in your head and thought maybe he was still going through it and needed space.

not to mention that you haven't properly healed from that incident and seeing how satoru was doing a little too well, neither has he.

at that time, you didn't want to bring up those events nor even trigger those horrific memories for you or the others. the mere thought of it made you have an instant panic attack. so, you chose to ignore it and hoped that maybe geto could recover on his own.

but, that's where your mistake was.

you should've asked. you should've been by his side and tell him that it wasn't his fault. you should've been there for him.

all these should've and could've's, yet nothing could ever fix what was already broken.

which is why your decision was final. you already lost him once and you weren't gonna lose him for a second time.

you woke up from your trance, picking up your legs as you ran as fast as you could. surely he couldn't have walked that far in the span of five minutes. you ran like a lunatic in the pouring rain, your clothes sticking to your body. although your vision was blurry with a mix of your tears and the rain, you were able to make out his figure, which was leisurely walking at a slow pace.

without thinking twice, you crashed into his back as you wrapped your arms around his waist. you felt geto jolt from the unexpected impact, his body freezing on spot.

"what the fuck?" geto breathed out, his heart nearly exploding from the shock. he looked down and recognized your hands, exhaling in relief that it was just you.

"do you remember when you'd summon your stingray shikigami every time i'd whine to you about my feet hurting from a long mission?" you sniffled, your words slightly muffled into the cloth of his hoodie, but geto had keen ears.

"yeah, you were pretty aggressive about it too." he snorted, making you break out into a small laugh.

"i sometimes lied about my feet hurting. your stingray shikigami can't carry more than two people at a time. i wanted to spend time with you alone." you snuggled into his back, squeezing him gently in your arms to get impossibly closer to him.

you could vividly remember how you and geto would spend hours surfing the sky on the curse, overseeing different people and how they lived their normal lives.

"did you chase me all the way here to confess that?" geto laughed, making you let out a deep sigh as you loosened your grasp on him. this allowed geto to turn around, now facing you.

he took note of how beautifully destroyed you looked under the dimly lit streets. your hair sticking to your neck and forehead, cheeks rosey red, eyes puffed up from crying and lips swollen from biting them so much.

you looked up at him, his face now wet from the rain as his hood was long put down, his hair messy and wet as well. your heart bled little by little as you looked at his drained out face. in your mind, you thanked god that it was raining or else he could've seen how your tears were like a nonstop waterfall.

"i'm sorry." you choked out, looking at him with glossy eyes. geto raised an eyebrow, slightly confused at your sudden apology.

"what?" he asked.

"i'm sorry for being a horrible friend. i knew that you weren't holding yourself up well. when i came back, i saw how thin you got, your dark eyebags, those fake smiles... i noticed it all. yet, i didn't say anything because i was selfishly thinking about my own sanity. i'm sorry for not being there when you needed someone the most, suguru." your knees gave out, collapsing on the ground as you sat on your knees while crying into your palms.

geto's eyes widened at the revelation, unable to move a single limb as his brain tried to process your words. he never craved for attention nor did he ever raise a hand for help, but, he always hoped that someone saw through those fake smiles while he died a little inside every day.

and you did.

geto never resented you or gojo in the slightest when he chose his own path, it wasn't something he did out of hatred for you two or anything against anyone in jujutsu tech. it was his brain that twisted everyone's words, from toji's last words that were uttered to him along with yuki's ramble about sorcerers.

it was during the wrong place at the wrong time.

whether you were there with him or not, there was no saving geto suguru.

he crouched down to level with you, watching how your body shook as you cried uncontrollably in your hands.

"i don't hate you, y/n. and... whatever that i went through and the outcome of it isn't your fault either, so stop blaming yourself." geto spoke in a gentle voice, peeling your hands off of your face to look at you. with tear-filled heavy eyes, you opened them and looked at him through your fuzzy vision.

his voice was now like the suguru you used to know, so soft and honey-like. there wasn't any malice or anger rooted into his words or tone.

"i could've stopped you from leaving." you reasoned, choking on your breaths as you tried to calm down, wanting to hold a collected conversation now that he's willing to open up.

"i don't know about that." he thinned his lips, looking down at the cemented ground.

"everything fell apart after you left. satoru tries to hide his pain, but i could see right through him. he doesn't wanna talk about it. then shoko... she didn't even know the full story until much later and i don't think she's coping too well even now. everyone's a mess because you left, suguru. you were the glue that held us together." you confessed, making him pause for a second.

"and i wore off, yet, no one put me back together. this path that i chose—it was the only way i found relief. it held me together at my lowest, y/n." geto's voice shook, your throat going dry as you could see him slowly break in front of you.

"suguru." you called out his name, not even knowing how to respond to such heavy words. he stood back up while collecting his composure back, extending a hand to help you up. you accepted, the skinship between his flesh with yours sent electric shocks all over your body.

"i'm glad that even after all these years, you still have the heart to love and care about someone like me, y/n. however, if you met up with me tonight with the intention of trying to convince me to come back, then i'm sorry because it won't be happening." he gave you a sad smile before fixing your soaking wet hair that was sticking to your face. you shuddered at his touch, looking at him in disappointment.

"i know." you bit your lips, preventing a cry from escaping your throat. geto nodded at your acknowledgment.

"you should head home before you catch a cold, y/n." he spoke with genuine concern, making your stomach flutter. you chewed on your bottom lip, not wanting for it to end this way.

"run away with me, suguru." you suddenly blurted out, your own mind shocked at the suggestion that left your lips. geto's eyes were now the size of two full moons, his mouth wide open.

"what?" he gasped, completely flabbergasted at your ridiculous suggestion.

"i mean it. let's run away, together." you gave him a crazy look, holding his hands as you gave him an insane smile with pleading eyes.

"are you out of your mind, y/n? did you drink before coming here?" geto asked in shock, but there was no foul scent of liquor radiating off of your body or mouth.

you were completely sober and in the right state of mind.

"i can't watch you destroy yourself like this anymore, suguru. this path that you call your redirection is slowly killing you. i can see it in your eyes. you kill people not because it's fun or you want to, but because it's a coping mechanism from what you witnessed. if you go back to jujutsu tech, you'll be executed without hesitation. so, why bother living a life like this? let's start fresh somewhere else in this huge world." you explained your idea, as each word leaving your lips made you sound even more insane.

were you even thinking this through? you're asking him, a mass murderer, to runaway with you, one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers to be born in this era that's supposed to help humanity.

"you're willing to throw away your life for someone like me? no, i can't accept this." he shook his head, declining your offer.

"do you think this is a life that i want to live? a life where i'm chained to the responsibility of saving people, to fight life and death face to face every day, to pretend that everything's fine? i've reached my limit, suguru, and so have you." you argued, making him bitterly chuckle.

"do you have any idea how many people i've killed with these hands? if blood was thick enough to stain, my hands would be darker than red. do you still want to forgive a sinner like me?" he shamefully admitted, an attempt to make you disgusted of him or even burn in hatred.

he wanted you to loathe him for his crimes, to have an immense amount of resentment towards him. but, instead, you treated him like a delicate petal.

you brought his hands up to your face before kissing each of his palms. geto's eyes widened at your sudden action, not expecting you to react this way.

"i'll bear your sins with you. you're not alone anymore, suguru. i'll follow you into the deep pits of hell if i have to." you cupped your face with his hands, staring deep into his eyes with a determined glint, making him speechless.

that was the last straw, those very few words that you uttered to him in a matter of seconds was all that it took for geto's walls to come crumbling down. you watched his eyes well with tears before he bit his top lip to stop a painful cry from leaving his throat.

"it's okay, sugu. let it out." you encouraged, rubbing comforting circles on the back of his hand with your thumb.

"i-i.... i swear, y/n, i didn't take my eyes off of her even for a second. i even offered to take her away from the mission so that she could live a normal life. i didn't know when that shitbag entered, i didn't even sense him the slightest. one minute she was smiling and then... i see her on the ground bleeding." geto cried, trying his best to speak in between his sobs as you attentively listened to him. your heart shattered to millions of pieces as you watch him break down in front of you.

"i know, suguru. it's not your fault, come here." you closed the distance between you two, hugging him tightly as geto buried his face in the crook of your neck, the pouring rain continuing to rain on you guys with no mercy.

"satoru definitely blames me. i screwed up, y/n!" he added, making you shake your head as you disagreed.

"he doesn't, suguru. he knew the extremity of the situation and both him and i were nearly on the verge of death. it's not your fault, suguru. whether it was me or satoru in your place instead, riko would've died regardless." you comforted, stroking his hair as you tried to calm him down. he pulled back, looking at you as his eyes were now red and puffy from crying.

"i felt like i killed her and because i found no escape in that pit of guilt, i tried to derive relief by killing even more people. i.. i didn't even wanna kill them, but i did it for that feeling of finally being able to breathe. i can't do this anymore, y/n, i can't! absorb, exorcise, ingest, absorb, exorcise, ingest! i can't fucking do it anymore. i can't even enjoy a meal because of how pungent the taste is left on my tongue. the taste of curses, like a rag wiped with shit and vomit. i'm tired, y/n." he rambled, finally opening up about his true emotions. seeing him like this only broke you more, seeing him this panicked, scared and shame-filled.

he was just a kid.

"i know... i know, suguru. it must've been so hard on you and you've suffered enough. it's time to tap out and find happiness, sugu." you stroked his wet cheek, feeling him tremble under your touch.

"why would you do it for someone like me?" geto whispered, his voice cracking as a lump formed in his throat.

"because i love you, suguru. as my best friend and as a person. i loved you ever since we were kids. i can't live without you and i learned that the hard way through fourteen lonely and miserable years. me living a happy life is a life with you, sugu." you confessed your feelings, watching his eyes soften.

"i love you too, y/n." he smiled through his tears, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. your heart was filled with content, an overwhelming wave of emotions struck you.

you pulled his hood over his head before pulling his head down. leaning in towards his face, your lips just centimeters away from his. geto closed the distance between you two as he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss. your hands clutched harder onto the fabric of his hood, your lips perfectly molded against his soft ones.

you could taste a mix of the rain along with both of your tears, kissing him hard in the pouring rain. geto walked forwards with you still in his hold, your back now hitting against a tree as he pressed his body into yours. the warmth radiated off of him to you, making you whimper.

geto couldn’t wrap his head around this new feeling which set his soul on fire. his mouth was producing more saliva than usual, like how you’d salivate when you eat good food. the awful taste of curses no longer lingered on his tongue, instead, now replaced by the taste of your sweet cherry flavored lips.

it nearly made him cry.

he tilted his head, angling his lips to kiss you deeper and harder. you could feel his body shudder, lips shaky as he kissed you like this was his last time with you.

you let go of his hood, the wind blowing it down which made you tangle your fingers into his wet ebony locks. geto's tongue swiped against your bottom lips and you gasped, allowing him to enter his tongue.

the kiss was full of need and love, the both of you touching one another and pressing onto each other impossibly closer. you both finally pulled away, gasping for air as you looked up at him, a warm smile painted on his lips.

you went on your tippy-toes, pressing gentle kisses all over his face. you kissed his forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his chin and finally; you pressed a tender and loving kiss on his lips. geto chuckled at your actions, enjoying the affection he was receiving.

"so, what do you say?" you asked once again, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. geto looked down at you, seeing how your eyes glimmered with anticipation and it warmed his heart to see how much you wanted this.

not for you, but for him.

geto gave you a cheeky grin, gently grabbing your chin before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

"let's run away, y/n."

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"happy anniversary, y/n! open it, baby." geto eagerly encouraged, his eyes sparkling as he placed the small, neatly wrapped gift on your lap. you chuckled at your boyfriend's adorable behavior.

it's been about five years since you both left behind your tragic lives, finding escape in the peaceful city of venice in italy. you both left that night, in your sopping wet clothes, not even bothering to go back for your stuff because it'd be too risky.

these past five years were nothing but a dream that finally came into reality. no more curses, no more exorcisms, no more death or tragedy. you and geto were just two normal people living your lives.

sometimes you sit alone in your balcony and think about how your life did a whole three-sixty. all those lonely nights that consumed you with your own guilt, self-loathe and tire... was no longer an issue.

instead, you slept peacefully besides your lover, wrapped up in the soft silk duvet that smelled like a mixture of you and him, indulging in his warmth.

of course, it was never that easy in the beginning. you both still suffered from very traumatic dreams, especially geto. you'd wake up in the middle of the night finding him crying quietly or having a panic attack.

but, you were always there for him, holding him like a precious gem as you cradled him in your embrace. you stroked his hair, kissed his tears away and held him tight.

you healed geto suguru.

you spent five happy and peaceful years with the love of your life, as if you both started from a clean slate. they say that hair holds memories, so, geto cut his hair back into his shoulder-length wolfcut. you dyed your hair along with cutting it short.

both you and geto owned a small restaurant that was pretty famous with various japanese cuisines.

it was definitely a new beginning.

"oh my god! this is adorable, sugu!!" you squealed, nearly falling off of the gondola as you held up the bunny plushie before hugging it. geto looked at you with hearts in his eyes, watching his cute girlfriend gush over the toy.

"there's a surprise for you inside its carrot." he gave you a cheeky smile, making you hum in confusion as you examined the carrot. you noticed it had a little zipper, tugging it before shoving a finger inside.

you felt something thin and cold, like a ri-

your eyes widened at the realization, tears pooling in your eyes as you looked into geto's eyes. the familiar softness and adoration that he's always held for you shone through his beautiful onyx eyes.

"pull it out, my love." his voice was like a whisper, your tears streaming down your cheeks as you pulled out the gorgeous diamond ring.

"if someone were to ask me what is a moment in my life that i never regretted, i'd answer that it would be every moment that i spent with you. i don't think i'll ever be able to repay you for all that you've done for me, as my best friend and as my lover. you saved me, honey. because of you... i had a second chance to life. thank you for everything, y/n. i love you so much, so, so, so, much. there isn't enough languages nor words on this earth that exists for me to express my love for you. which is why i want to keep loving you until the end of time. will you marry me, y/n?" geto caressed your face, watching you give him a bright smile as you cried tears of joy.

"yes! make me your wife, geto suguru!" you yelled in happiness, surely to have piss off the italian neighbors who were trying to sleep at this hour.

but, you didn't care. you just got engaged with the love of your life.

geto chuckled at your reaction, slipping on the ring before pulling you in for a kiss. all of a sudden, you felt wet droplets on your head, making you both pull away and look at each other in shock.

"it's raining." you said the obvious, making geto smirk before once again pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"it's a sign that we're meant to be together forever, y/n." he smiled against your lips, making you giggle at his superstitious reasoning as you pecked his lips.

after your little date, both you and geto reached home, changing out of your wet clothes into pajamas. you walked outside the bathroom, watching your fiancé place down two hot cups of tea on the table before sitting down on the sofa.

you took in a moment to soak in the image of how gorgeous geto was. sometimes, you questioned if you even deserved to be with such a beautiful man inside out.

"so, you gonna stand there and watch me or come here to get a better view?" geto teased, patting his lap as your cheeks tinted red. you giggled, walking over to him before sitting on his lap, placing your head on his shoulder as you watched the diamond sparkle under the light.

"this is like your hundredth time looking at it, honey." you can feel the deep vibration of his laughter against your chest, making you hum.

"it still feels like a dream, a long dream that i never wanna wake up from." you admit, gawking at the ring before nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, pressing soft kisses.

"this is our happy ending, y/n. it's just you and me, together forever." he whispered, making you smile as you raised your head to meet his eyes.

"that's all i need." you answered, kissing him on the lips.

geto stared at you as if you hung the moon and stars, eyes twinkling with love and adoration. he couldn't get enough of your voice, your touch and your presence in general. you were the light in his life, the person who kept him sane.

you rested your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around his waist while he played with your hair. you listened to his heartbeat, feeling yours syncing with his as the gentle thumping sound lulled you to sleep.

"do you miss them?" geto suddenly asked, making you hum.

"yeah. do you?" you asked him the same question. you felt his chest heave before relaxing, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

"yeah." he softly answered.

"do you think satoru's married by now?" you thought out loud, making geto snort.

"i highly doubt it. he's too much of a manwhore." geto snickered, referring to how gojo was a player by heart.

"so were you! getting all the ladies back in high school. but, look at you now, stuck with me forever." you looked at him with a smirk, making him laugh before pecking the tip of your nose.

"that's 'cause you're the only lady my heart was meant for." he cheesily answered, making you squirm in his embrace.

"what about shoko?" you asked, since you were on the topic of your old friends.

"eh? hopefully with a boyfriend if lung cancer hasn't taken her out already." geto nonchalantly responded, making you gasp as you slapped his arm.

"suguru!" you scolded at his brash words.

"ow! i'm being logical." he winces, even though it wasn't a painful impact.

"i hope shoko's doing well. if it wasn't for her, none of this would've happened." you smiled, reminiscing back to that night when you last saw her.

"hm, you should give her a call then. i doubt she changed her number, she's too lazy for that." geto suggested, making your eyes widen.

"huh? wouldn't that be too risky?" you looked at him as if he grew two heads.

"probably not, i'm sure she predicted something like this." he shrugged.

"i'll see. i don't think satoru has changed his number either. you should give him a call in that case, suguru." you caressed his bottom lip.

"maybe. i'll see." he copied your answer, making you chuckle.

a lot has happened between these past five years, both you and geto took it one step at a time. maybe one day, you both can finally muster up the courage to catch up with your old friends.

but for now, no one else needed to exist in the world that you both created that was meant for you two only.

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