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Kiss tax

Caleb x reader. Established relationship. Height difference. Slightly suggestive. Fluff. Love and deepspace

Caleb has always been supportive of you –whether it was new found hobbies or random competitions and contests that you happened to join on a whim, consequently dragging him into it. He didn't mind though. As long as it was with you.

So it was no surprise that Caleb supported your new reading habit. You were obsessed with books lately, with genres varying from fantays to romance. And now, it wasn't strange for Caleb to find you in a bookstore. You could browse books for hours on end. And of course he would be patiently waiting for you. Gazing fondly as he zoomed in on your focused eyes and pouty lips, indecision decorating your face.

Caleb often hold your books when the pile got too tall. And he'd spoil his favourite girl to no end as he paid for all of them no matter the amount.

But this didn't come for free though. Nope, you had to pay Caleb tax as he would say it. You rolled your eyes at first, thinking it was just some ridiculous joke. But then..

"Uh-uh, pip-squeak. You know the rules." He grins mischievously, holding the book over his head.

A few seconds ago, you had asked him to pick up a book on a much higher shelf. You should have known he’d have such evil plans behind those puppy dog eyes because now he's holding your book hostage.

Glaring at his stupidly tall frame, you whine, "Caleb! Stop playing around!"

He laughs as he watches you try to jump and reach for your book, crushing yourself against him. It only made him grin wider.

After a moment, he floats the book above his head eith his evol. Before you could complain some more he leans down and crowds you against the book shelf, hands on either side of you head. He smiles successfully like a predator who managed to trap his prey, "I'll give you the book, but you have to pay the tax."

Huffing in retaliaton, you look up at him, "You’re so childish."

Your comment doesn't seem to faze him, instead he merely smirks, "So what?"

When you didn't answer, he adds, "What'll be, pip-squeak?"

Pursing you lips, you look side to side to make sure no one was paying attention to the both of you. Luckily, you were covered by rows of bookshelves.

After a moment, you sigh as you stand on your toes, lips parted. Whispering against his mouth, "You win, dummy."

Your arms snakes around his neck, pulling him down to meet tou halfway as you close the disrance between your lips. He grins into the kiss, arms dropping to your back and waist, pulling you flush agaisnt him. You feel your cheeks heat up as Caleb kisses you deeper, lips moving slow yet pressing against you so intensely it makes your toes curl and somewhere in your nether regions, throb. His neediness felt in every push.You whimper against his lips, the sound making him groan in response.

A hard thud from beside you snaps you back into reality. The book that was floating above his head had falled down to the hard wood floor. You quickly push him away with you palms against his chest.

"Caleb, you're getting carried away!" You whisper-shout.

"Oops, my bad. Sorry." He sounded anythimg but. Especially with his heavy lidded eyes and satisfied smirk.

Its makes you groan, sliding hands down your face. "I swear, I can't take you anywhere."

He shrugs dramatically, as if everything was out of his hands, "What can we do? those are the rules, pips."

You gawk at him, "You made the rules! And at home you said it would only be a peck!"

Making a noncommittal noise, he pretends to think about it. "Hmm, did I?"

"You're shameless, you know that?"

The annoying grin that graces his face could rival the sun, "As long as it gets me what I want, I don't mind being shameless."

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Darling, you look divine

Sylus x reader. love and deepspace. est relationship. short drabble

You never thought that one day you'd look at a man and think "He's so beautiful." Ever since dating Sylus, you have been proven wrong time and time again.

The word beautiful has always been linked to women and rightfully so, but you saw so much beauty in the man you were lucky enough to call yours.

In his raspy voice dipped in sleep. In his messy hair and tired carmine eyes as the early morning sun hits the skin on his back. The soft smile that curls on his lips, vulnerable and unguarded, far away from the chaos if the N109 zone. In the way he nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in, curled together with tangled limbs under warm sheets.

And as his long snowy eyelashes flutter open and shut, gazing at you with nothing less than devout adoration, you couldn't help but tell him,

"You're so beautiful." Tracing your fingers along his strong jaw almost reverently.

For a second his eyesbrows raise before softening up again, covering your hand with his. Rough lips press soft kisses on your fingers, the sweet touch filled with devotion.

"If your looking for the true definition of beauty, kitten," Strong arms pulls you closer to his chest, his warmth seeping into your skin. "You simply need to look in the mirror."

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The look of love, the rush of blood

Sukuna x reader. est relationship. down bad Sukuna

BoyfriendSukuna wasn't clingy or needy. He's not the type to cry over a day without seeing you, nor is he the type to pester you with constant messages or calls about your where abouts and annoying you to come see him. A simple text about your plans for the day or even a post it note on the fridge -for the days you slept over which was almost everyday - was enough for him. He was possessive, but he can survive a day or two without you.

Or so he thought.

BoyfriendSukuna was dropping you off your best friends house for an impromptu sleepover. Your best friend just got dumped and now you need to be her shoulder to cry on or whatever. That was fine or at least it was until you mentioned that you didn't know when you'll be sleeping over his place cause apparently these things "take time" and are "unpredictable."

Surprising even himself, he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. He realized if you weren't sleeping over his apartment, he'd usually crawl into your bed late at night. Still he thought it wasn't a necessity, that falling asleep next to you was a want not a need. Yet now that he doesn't have that option..

Vein throbbing, Sukuna can give your best friend tonight, but tomorrow you will be back on his bed where you belong.

You were saying your final goodbyes in front of his car window. Eyes bright and laced with a warmth he believes you only reserve for him, "Bye, Kuna! Ill give you updates everyday!"

He grits his teeth. Why did it sound like you were going on a month long cruise?

"Oi." He calls out before you could turn around.

Tilting your head, "Kuna?"

For a moment he kept quiet. Carmine eyes taking their time drinking you in, having his fill of you as if he won't see you for weeks. They snap to back to your pretty face, tracing every slope and curve. "Come closer, brat."

And you do which makes his lips curl a bit. Always so obedient for him.

With his left hand, his touch firm yet gentle on the back of your head as he pushes your face towards his.

Soft lips against his rough ones, kissing you long and fervently, devouring you whole in one kiss. He feels you melting into it, whimpering such pretty sounds into his mouth. The tension finally eases out of him and it takes everything in him to pull away.

"Ill pick you up tomorrow," He murmurs against your lips, breath mingling with yours.

You blink. Once. Twice, "But Kuna-"

He cuts you off with another kiss, but softer this time. Gentle even. "No buts, brat. Ill pick you up tomorrow evening at the latest. She gets no more than that. You can visit here everyday for all I care, but you're sleeping with me."

A knowing smile teases your lips, "Are you gonna miss me that much, Kuna?"

"Shut up." He grunts, rolling your eyes at how pleased you look.

You burst out laughing and he hates at how pathetically melts at the sound. How it makes his insides warm like some love sick fool.

After brushing a imaginary tear from your eye, you lean back to his face and press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry. Ill have one of our other friends sleepover tomorrow night."

"Whatever."

Your smile widens into a grin, "I'll just tell them my big bad boyfriend can't sleep without me."

"Don't you dare-"

You run towards the door before he could do anything, laughter ringing out the driveway. And the way you smile makes his chest tighten in the most pathetic way.

The moment you disappear from view. He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

Fuck.

He didn't realized he was so down bad that going home without you felt like a life sentence.

So pathetic. So damn pathetic for you.

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Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

est. relationship. Caleb x Reader. early relationship. love and deepspace

Where you realize that despite being the big bad Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb can still be a bit childish sometimes.

You were angry. Berating him for being so reckless and stupid during a deepsapce mission. It was comical, watching a small thing like you scold the Colonel of the farspace fleet.

There you were with you're hands on your hips towering overing his muscled form by merely and inch or two even as his sat. He could see your mouth moving, your furrowed brows and exasperated eyes. Yet he heard nothing and he hopes you won't notice. Maybe a few words came through like "Idiot!, not thinking! and dummy Caleb!"

All he knows that his brain only wants to focus on more important things like how your soft lips looks so plump and glossy-a new lip gloss, maybe? how your eyes seem to glow and sparkle under the sunlight. He has wholeheartedly accepted that that shade was his favorite color ever since you were kids. And your hair? and that scent? It makes him unconsciously move closer to you. His hands twitching, just aching to touch you.

"Caleb! Are you even liste-"

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" He grins up at you, brushing up his hair. Not a single serious thought behind those eyes.

You stutter with your words. "Wha- are you- stop distracting me." Shaking your head, you take a deep breath trying to stablelize yourself despite the obvious blush creeping up your face. "Really mad."

"I'll apologize later." Before you could protest he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you closer by the waist as he angles his head to kiss you deeper, longer. Trapping you between his legs so you wont pull away too fast. Your hands snake through his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. His lips were so desperate, so eager to taste what you'd allow him.

The sound of your lips echoed a bit throughout your empty apartment. You tried to pull away but kissing him came as naturally to you as breathing air. It was an automatic response.

After a hot minute, You manage to pull away a bit, "Caleb, we nee-" He cuts you off with another kiss, voice husky and deep, "just a bit more."

Some part of you wants to give in, but one of you had to be a responsible adult. Suprisingly, it wasn't Caleb. With your hunter training you somehow managed to pry yourself away from his grubby hands.

"Pipsqueak! A few more seconds." And slight pout decorated his face as his eyes droop comically. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Coughing, you tried and failed to appear stern especially with your face still red. "Caleb, you can't just kiss while Im scolding you! And I was being serious, you can't even listen to me for one minute?!"

"I swear I was listening!"

You glare at him. "No, you weren't. You were too busy ogling me."

So you did notice. Heh. He looks away innocently. "I can't help it if my girlfriend's so pretty I can't focus."

"Caleb."

As a punishment, you decided to lecture him a good 5 meters away.

AN: first time writing for Caleb. I dont know if I wrote him right.

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Thinking about NewboyfriendSatoru and how every normal thing he does makes you giddy and warm all over.

The act of simply walking out of your bathroom clad in grey sweatpants, droplets still running down his toned chest as he grabs one of his sweaters in you closet made your heart want to jump out of your chest. You practically had to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

The intimacy of it all, how your apartment has traces of him. Something so simple and normal yet it was everything. You love how there was proof of how your lives are slowly melting together.

The exact moment he pulls his oversized sweater over his head, your pounce and pop right under it, making him cover you in his sweater too.

Surprised ised and amused bright azure eyes met your in the confines of his sweater, "Sweets, what are you-"

You step on you tippy toes, cupping his face in your hands and cutting him off with a chaste yet intense kiss.

You pull away with his lips chasing yours, but you ducked away quickly, slipping out of his sweater.

In seconds, his fluffy white haired head pops out of his sweater, but his arms were still inside which made you laugh, "Baby, you can't just leave me after kissing me like that!"

"Bye, Toruu! Im eating lunch with Shoko!" You wink and blow him kiss.

You watch as life dramatically drains from his face, "What!? Nooo! Come back!!"

Hearing him wail made you giggle as you put on your shoes. You were so in love with him, it was ridiculous.

Inspired by an art I saw on X

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BillionaireCeoSukuna ruled over his company with an iron first, expecting nothing but the best. His employees practically piss their pants at the sight of them. Known for being cruel and heartless to his competitors. Not scared to topple over empires to benefit his own. Conscience? Never heard of such a word.

So when he brought another conquered foe to his knees, the man on the verge of tears on his marble floors, he merely tilted his head in boredom.

The man in question glared at him with a mixture of devastation and anger, "You bastard! How do you fucking sleep at night?!"

Though Sukuna knew it was a rhetorical question, he smirked. "Next to my wife."

short drabble inspired by a comment I saw on tiktok

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Satoru Gojo x reader airport drabble. pretty gn.

Very short Gojo drabble. clingy Gojo. Very self indulgent as I just came home from vacation lol

Two weeks wasn’t that long for a jam packed trip with your girls, in fact you were already missing the smell of sunscreen and the ocean breeze as you walked through the airport still on your vacation high.

Your boyfriend Satoru on the other hand, has to to wholeheartedly disagree. Two weeks felt like two years or even longer. He was dying, two weeks without you felt like walking through a dessert without a single oasis in sight. The emptiness he felt without you welcoming home made every single cell of his being ache. He’d even clutch your pillow to sleep, your scent still lingering in it.

He made it everyone’s problem too, always moaning and moping at school. Wallowing in class about how much he missed you, not even bothering to teach the students anything. Geto and Nanami had half the mind to call you and make you come back. The strongest they said, if only they could see him now. Reduced into a pile of mush without you.

You knew your boyfriend missed you if his constant calls and messages were anything to go about. He didn’t outright ask you to come back and cut your vacation short, he wanted you to have a fun time, you deserved it, but his longs sighs and over the top phone calls about how he was slowly fading away without you had the same effect.

So you weren’t surprised when you were tackled to the ground the moment you stepped out of the departure gates. Yet you somehow didn’t land onto the tiled floor and instead landed on a hard chest and strong arms.

“Satoru, are you crazy?!” you lightly hit his chest with your palms.

The floor was cold as you try to sit up using his shoulder for balance , his arms were around your waist while his long legs were sprawled out towards your body. People were staring but Satoru didn’t care. You were the only person that mattered.

“You have know idea what I’ve been through these past two years.” He rebutted, pouting and acting like he had a showdown with the king of curses himself with how aggravated he looked. Surely to him, he probably felt like he did.

You shook you head in exasperated fondness. oh, your over dramatic boyfriend. Now that you look at him, he does look a little worse for wear, like he hasn’t had a good nights sleep in ages.

What were you gonna do with him?

To his delight, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body close, “It was two weeks you big baby.”

Firm yet loving kisses were pressed at the side of your head as he wraps his arms around you tighter, he breathes you in, pressing his face to your neck. Finally, finally you were back in his arms. He feels whole again. “God, I missed you.”

The yearning and desperation in his voice made you smile wistfully against his neck, “I missed you too, Toru, so much.”

His warm embrace makes you realized how much you actually missed him, making you curl into him impossibly closer. He smelt like home. He is home.

“I’m home.”

His heart clenches, he was someone's home. “Welcome home.”

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aahhhhhh 😫😫😫💓

“you’re late. you missed dinner.”

the mattress dips under satoru’s weight. a long sigh follows. he peels off his jacket and drops it on the floor, and you feel his hand brush against your thigh as he tries to settle without jostling you too much.

“didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, low.

“you always wake me,” you mumble sleepily, turning towards him.

he huffs out a laugh. “yeah?”

you hum in response, lifting a hand and feeling around until your fingers brush the side of his face. his hair is still damp at the ends, like maybe it had started raining on his way home. his hand slides over your hip and pulls you closer. 

“miss me?” he asks, turning his face into the pillow.

“always,” you answer. this time, you grope about blindly searching for his arm.

you think he smiles at that, though it’s hard to tell because of how dark it is. he smells like toothpaste and rain, and if you sniff really hard, you can probably smell his go-to perfume. when you press your face against his chest, you can feel the steady thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

“how were the kids today?” he asks quietly.

“megumi sulked,” you mumble into his shirt. “tsumiki made him soup.”

“of course she did.”

“and he actually ate it,” you say, nudging your knee against his thigh.

“she’s gonna put me out of a job.” his hand slides under your shirt, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against your back. his breath ghosts over the top of your head. “i hope they’re sleeping well.”

“out like a light, both of them,” you respond. “you can kiss them goodnight tomorrow.”

“assuming megumi lets me within a one-metre radius of him and tsumiki.” he sounds half-asleep already. his mouth brushes your hairline, a faint, barely-there kiss.

you tilt your face towards him, your lips grazing his jaw. “you okay?”

“better now,” he says. you feel him shift closer. his mouth brushes the corner of yours, hesitant and soft, before pressing more fully into the curve of your lips.

it’s barely a kiss—more like a peck, really—but when you don’t pull away, he kisses you again. and again. soft and lazy, like he’s relearning the shape of your mouth. his nose bumps yours, and you feel him smile against your cheek.

“you’re tired.”

“so are you.”

“you should sleep.”

“after this.” his lips skim your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. “and maybe this.”

“satoru,” you mumble, laughing when his mouth finds the corner of yours again.

“mm,” he hums. his hand slides higher on your back, pulling you closer. “just one more.”

you let him kiss you again, before resting your cheek against his chest. his hand slips into your hair. you smile into his shirt when he kisses the top of your head again, almost like he can’t help it.

#44. tentative kisses given in the dark.

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Wow, this might not seem much but this is such a big thing to me 😭💓 Thank you to everyone who reads my stories, I adore youu✨ Did not think anyone would be interested in my hopeless romantic brain, especially since I just started writing 🥹

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Invisible strings part 2

pairing: suguru geto x fem reader. mostly fluff. angst if you squint. A/N: sorry it took awhile for part 2, I procrastinate a lot. I also wrote this sleepy so this might not be worth the wait. This was oirginally a muti jjk men drabble but I thought it would fit suguru best. part 1

The sound of clinking glasses irritates your ears, the lack of sleep finally catching up to you. Its not like you weren’t sleeping, you just weren’t sleeping well. Memories or should you say dreams of kind eyes and strong arms still haunt you every night, making you toss and turn in frustration.

It was strange yearning for a man you’ve never met or quite possibly doesn’t exist. You started researching about dreams, soulmates and red strings. Even your friends have noticed your sometimes vacant eyes, so lost in your daydreams. They assumed it was man, and they weren’t exactly wrong, but you didn’t know how to explain without seeming like a complete delusional lunatic.

So here you were, making polite conversation with strangers in a fancy new museum opening that one of your friends invited you to. They were getting worried that you were hung up about some guy, so you said yes to appease them. And to be honest it was a bit nice to go out, getting all dolled up in a fancy dress, makeup completely flawless. Who knows, maybe this time you’d meet a man that wasn’t a figment of your imagination. Yet you doubt anyone could ever compare to the man that lingers at the back of your head.

You practically zone out of the conversation, only hearing bits and pieces as you nod along, pretending to listen. It wasn’t until Miwa nudges you with her elbow that you everything comes to focus again.

“What is it?” You whisper.

“Are you okay? You’ve been zoning out for the last 10 minutes.”

A blush creeps on your cheeks as you smile sheepishly, “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”

“We can go home.” She offers, but you don’t miss the way her eyes quickly glance to the cute guy with a top knot.

You smile knowingly, squeezing one of her hands, “No, you stay. I can go home first.”

“Are you sure?” Her filled face with worry,

“Positive.” You smile reassuringly. You’ve been here for two hours, you have proven that you were a stable human being capable of going out and socialize. Now your bored and wanna go home to mope about a guy conjured up by your lonely heart.

She stares at your face, trying to discern if you were lying before she sighs, “Let me at least walk you to the entrance.”

You take her up on her offer, linking your arms together as you said your goodbyes to the group.

“I wonder where Shoko is?” Miwa pondered as you walk to the door. The three of you came together and you lost her during the first hour.

You smirked, “Oh probably shame smoking out-”

A hard shoulder bumped into yours making you stumble back, if it wasn’t for your linked arms you would’ve fallen on your butt. Did this person not have eyes? The again you also weren’t looking, but that is beside the point. Also, were they made of stone? It felt like the almost dislocated you shoulder.

Irritated, you whip your head back to give the culprit a piece of your mind.

“Do you not have-

“My apologies, I-

The both of you came to halt, eyes widening as you take in each other. You were rendered speechless, your brain short circuiting at the sight of the man who lived rent free in your head for the past few weeks.

“I-” He opens his mouth to say something before closing it again, his amethyst eyes tracing your face.

He was at loss for words and you wondered why. Did he recognize you too? But that would be impossible. right?

“Your-”

“Hey, man! You made it!” An arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him away. In a matter of seconds he was surrounded by a group of people, slowly drowning him in an ocean of fancy gowns and well pressed suits. His distraught eyes catches yours before he disappears from your sight completely.

Oh, my god.

Did that really happen? Were you hallucinating? did you drink to much champagne? or did you think about him too much that you conjured him into existence? You could feel your heart thudding wildly in you chest as you spiraled.

He was right in front of you, in his three piece suit and perfectly styled raven locks. Gazing at you with those somber eyes. Looking so solid and tangible. Real.

A tug on your arm brought you back from your thoughts, Miwa’s confused face mirrored yours,“Did you know that guy?”

Good question. “I-um..”

What were you suppose to say? Yeah, I see him almost every night in my dreams.

You pursed you lips before shaking your head, “Honestly, I’m not sure. I feel like I’ve seen him before.”

“How can you forget someone that hot?,”Miwa asks, genuinely baffled. She looks behind me and grins, " and apparently very popular.”

You look back and surely the crowd had grown. Some were even taking professional photographs. Damn, who was this guy? A sudden realization came over you making you excitement drop.

Sighing, you start walking towards the entrance again, “Its doesn’t matter. Lets just go.”It didn’t matter. He was obviously some well known hot shot in the business world. Maybe you just saw his face somewhere; in a magazine or an online post. You probably forgot but your subconscious brain didn’t and it decided to make him the star of every single dream. That made the most logical sense, rather than some red string of fate binding you two together, making you destined to meet. That was sounding more ridiculous by the second and you felt absolutely stupid.

Stupid, yet your feet were glued to the marble floors the moment you reached the entrance, unable to move. Doubt and uncertainty clawed at your pounding heart. Were you really gonna leave? You felt like the moment you step out to the sidewalk, your were walking away forever. From what? You don’t know, but you do know that there’s some sort of gravitational pull that’s stopping you from taking another step, unless its what you truly want.

You were scared. This could end up with you on the first page news as some psycho stalker trying to hit on some rich dude. And it almost makes you give in, to walk away, to not take the risk and choose to stay in your safe bubble of ignorance and bliss. But could really live your whole life with regrets and what ifs? You were walking around feeling so empty because of this stranger, and maybe this way you’ll get some answers and if your really just delusional then at least you’ll be able to try and move on.

And if you were right, well.. you didn’t wanna get your hopes up just yet.

“Miwa, Ill be right back.” The last things your hear is here calling out to you as you practically sprint away from her, trying to make your way through the crowd to the direction where you saw him last.

The crowd was suffocating and you were feeling a bit over stimulated as you quickly look around, trying to find that familiar head of hair. To your disappointment, all you could see were snobby socialites and art buffs. You let out a heavy sigh, heart falling to your feet. Were you too late?

You took a step to fast and a waiter almost crashes into you with his tray of champagne glasses, you swerve and successfully avoid him but it throws you off balance, your high heel clad feet stumbles over each other.

It probably wasn’t time for you to make a fool of yourself today because before you could fall on your butt again, a big warm hand grips your waist and steadies you. Thank the heavens. You look up and smile to thank your savior. “Gosh, thank you so-”

The words disappear from your tongue, lips parting a fraction as you gaze into soft violet eyes. A small reserved smile curved at the corner of his lips, his voice deep and honeyed as he spoke. “Were you looking for me?”

“What?” You were taken aback, how could he have possibly known that.

Seeing your surprised face, he chuckles. The sound makes your heart stumble like your feet did. After a moment, his hand left your waist, but you didn’t have the time to get disappointed as his fingers trace down your arm, before reaching your fingers. He gently holds your hand up to his lips, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. You feel you neck and cheeks heat up. The gesture was too intimate to come from a stranger.

His amethyst gaze flits to yours, poring over you so intensely that it makes your hold your breath in anticipation. “Because I’ve been looking for you.”

You scoff in disbelief at his words. “You know who I am?”

For a second, he stares at your joint hands almost wistfully, “I couldn’t forget even if I tried.”

You stared at him incredulously, still unbelieving that this was happening. Expecting to wake up in your bedroom at any moment. Yet so much seconds pass and all you feel is his warm hand in yours as he gazes at you with too much fondness and familiarity from someone you just met. His smile was small and hopeful, almost desperate, as if trying to stop you from denying whatever this was.

You thought this was gonna be the end, but it seems like this was just the beginning.

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Guys omg, I just saw someone live out our book girly dreams. 💓💓😫

So I was walking to the bus station, and when I looked up from my phone, I saw a cute couple with a height difference that was giving bookvibes. And the guy really gently pushed her against a glass window and leaned down to kiss her softly and they both had that lovesick smiles on their faces( or as much as I can see from a distance)

I swear I did not mean to stare, but it was what I saw immediately when I looked up from my phone which made me power walk so fast when I walked past them 😂.

And get this! when that exact moment happend, the song "Love looks pretty on you" was playing i my headphones and I was like whaaat 😭😭❤️😫

They were the main characters fr.

God, Ive seen what youve done for others. Me next pleaseee 😫😫 like stop making me a music player for others 😂

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This love

pairing: spencer reid x reader. pure fluff. spencer reid is a yearner of the highest order. established relationship. First spencer reid fic, hope I got it right. Summary: After a long and exhausting case, Spencer's feet leads him right to your doorstep. word count: 900 words.

Spencer stared up at your apartment building, specifically at your dark apartment window. Considering how late it was, the streets were silent and the air was crisp. He felt like a stalker, but after such a long and exhausting case, his feet somehow led him straight here. To you.

But it was midnight, you were probably asleep, tired from your own day job so he didn’t wanna disturb you no matter how much he just wanted to melt into your embrace and hear you say his name in that tender way only you knew how.

For now, this was enough. It was enough to have you close by even if you were three floors away. Just the thought of your slumbering form under the warm covers comforted him, chasing away the monsters that often plagued his mind after a case. You had that power over him. Your touch was magic, and your arms a solace. He didn’t believe in any religion, but if there was a God out there, he’d thank him endlessly for sending you his way.

Morgan would most likely tease him for being so pathetic, but he didn't care. In fact he prided himself in how gone he was for you, because how lucky a man could he be to experience this soul consuming type of love.

His gaze never strayed from your window, you blinds swaying slightly from the breeze. Maybe another hour or two, then he’d leave. He’ll definitely see you tomorrow.

“Spence?”

His head snapped to the sound of your voice so quickly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he heard a crack. There you were under the streetlights,a plastic bag in hand, in your sleep shorts and your-or should he say his oversize hoodie. Your hair was a bit of a mess and there wasn’t trace of makeup on you face. Yet, you were absolutely beautiful and it took it his breath away every time.

It only took him two long strides to get you, strong arms immediately pulling you into his chest. The sigh of relief he let out was palpable, his worries melting away as he breath you in, leaning down to tuck his face into your neck. You drop your plastic bag, and try to hug him back as best as you could in his tight embrace.

Once he was temporarily sated, -because lets be honest, he will never be able to have his fill of you— it could have been minutes or hours, he didn’t know. He pulled back just enough to see your face, one hand caressing your cheek, the other holding you by your waist. “What are you doing outside?”

His tone wasn’t accusatory or demanding, it was soft and gentle, and genuinely curious and worried as to why your walking the streets alone in the middle of the night.

You smile softly, leaning into his touch, amusement dancing in your eyes. “I should be asking you that, Spence.”

“I-” He could feel the blood rush to his ears and cheeks, “-I wanted to see you.”

Smiling cheekily, you gave his forehead a light tap with your pointer finger, “Why didn’t you call me then?”

“I thought you were asleep so I didn’t wanna disturb you.”

You tilt your head, “Yet you came anyway?”

He smiled bashfully, a bit embarrassed that you found out about his stalkish tendencies. “I wanted to be close to you regardless.”

You stared at him in disbelief, “Oh, Spence.”

Standing on you tiptoes, you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him close once more. His hands found your waist as he leaned his chin on your shoulder with his eyes fluttering shut.

“Long case?” You whisper softly against his neck. He hums in response.

You ran a hand through his curly locks. “I'm here.”

Those two words made him hold on to you tighter. You were here. And it made a world of difference,

After a moment, you pulled away and grasped his hand, “Lets go inside.”

“Okay.” His eyes land on your plastic bag, finally noticing it. His refined senses don’t seem to work as fast around you. “Did you go to the convenience store?”

You grinned, “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep so I decided to buy some unhealthy convenience store food.”

He felt bad for thinking this, but he could help but be a little happy that you couldn’t sleep.

Once inside your apartment, your eyes traced over Spencer’s relaxed state as he pulled out the contents of your food haul on the kitchen counter, a big comparison to the tension in his body when you saw him standing in front of your building.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yeah?”His big hazel eyes met yours and your almost forgot what to say.

Making your way to his side, you leaned your head on his shoulder as you intertwined both of your fingers together. His hand almost swallowing yours whole. The sight making you smile. “Next time you wanna see me, just call me, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

You raised your head and looked at him seriously, “You’re right, I don’t, but I want to do this, Spence. Because you have to know, I want to see you just as much as you want to see me. I doesn’t matter what time it is, text me, call me, or throw a rock at my window. Anything works.”

He laughed at the last one, “Throw a rock? Won’t we wake your neighbors?”

“I don’t really care.” Its true, you don’t care because if this man needs you, you will damn be there.

His smile widened into a grin as he leans into you, pressing his forehead onto yours, hands trailing up to caress your warm cheeks. “I hope you know I don’t deserve you.”

You clasped your hands over his, lifting your chin enough to press a chaste kiss on his lightly chapped lips. “For the first time in your life you’re wrong, Dr. Reid. Your the only one who does.”

AN: Obsessed with criminal minds lately, especially our boy genius.

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Invisible strings

Suguru Geto x fem!reader.

"Need something, baby?"

The tone of his voice light and indulgent as it always was, not minding the happy distraction your presence brings.

Your head peaks from the doorway, a hesitant smile on your face as you watch you boyfriend work in his home office.

Shaking your head at his questioning haze, your cross the distance between you. He smiles fondly, realizing your intention, twisting his rolling chair a bit to the side to make space for you.

"Come here, pretty girl." He says when you draw near, pulling you down to plop down on his lap, arms immediately finding a home on your waist.

His familiar warmth and smell envelopes your senses imbuing your body with the affection and comfort you always craved from him. The contented noises you let out as you snuggle in the crook of his neck makes him chuckle in amusement, his gentle fingers tracing slow comforting circles down your back. "So my girl's just needy for me?"

You hum in response, looking absolutely cozy with your eyes closed, nose nuzzling his neck as you breath him in, hands resting on his chest.

His hands teasingly wander down your back to give your bum a light squeeze, not enough to startle you from you perfect position but enough to make you grumble, "Not that kind of needy, Sugu."

With you lips right next to his neck, your breath tickles his skin. He huffs a laugh, "Oh, my bad. "

Not a hint of remorse in his voice though. His hands changes it course up to you hair, gently threading through it, making your eyes droop. You feel him press a kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin on it.

This is where you belong, you thought. At peace in his arms, away from the cruel horrors of the world even for just a moment. And your sure he shares you sentiment with how constantly he tries to shield you from the sometimes brutal realities he has to face.

If he could create a world where you would only know joy and happiness, he would. But Alas the monsters in this world constantly grow like weeds. The best he could do was to make sure they could never get to you. Not in this life or the next.

He hears you whisper his name and mumbling something he incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I said I feel bad for a version of me out there who doesn't have you."

He pulls away just a bit to look at your face, he wonders where you get such sudden and weird ideas yet he humors you regardless, "You don't have to worry your pretty little head about it."

"Why not?"

"Because," He raises your palm to his lips, placing a kiss filled with devotion, "I refuse to believe that there's a world where I don't have you. Any version of me won't allow it."

He says it with such conviction that it sounded like a fact, not an opinion or a thought and it makes you want to believe him.

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, you press youself flush against him once more, finding solace in his words and the beating heart underneath your hands.

"Now sleep, I'll wake you up once im done working some we can eat dinner together."

Your eyes flutter shut again and you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.

The next time you open your eyes it was to the dark cold ceiling of your room. Your hands reach to the side -searching, hpong, wishing-heart dropping as you merely felt the bitter emptiness of your comforter.

Sitting up on your bed, you look out of your window. The city lights blurred as hot tears clouded you vision. They fall rapidly down your cheeks, faster than you could wipe them away with your fists. Your throat clogging up with such gut wrenching emotion, barely holding back you sobs.

Your lips tremble, smiling bitterly, memories of another life running at back of your head, "Youre such a liar, Suguru.."

part 2

Happy Part 2?

AN : To those who have read this, yes this is a repost. Im just doing an experiment. :)

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Somewhere in the multiverse

jjk men x fem reader.

"Need something, baby?"

The tone of his voice light and indulgent as it always was, not minding the happy distraction your presence brings.

Your head peaks from the doorway, a hesitant smile on your face as you watch you boyfriend work in his home office.

Shaking your head at his questioning haze, your cross the distance between you. He smiles fondly, realizing your intention, twisting his rolling chair a bit to the side to make space for you.

"Come here, pretty girl." He says when you draw near, pulling you down to plop down on his lap, arms immediately finding a home on your waist.

His familiar warmth and smell envelopes your senses imbuing your body with the affection and comfort you always craved from him. The contented noises you let out as you snuggle in the crook of his neck makes him chuckle in amusement, his gentle fingers tracing slow comforting circles down your back. "So my girl's just needy for me?"

You hum in response, looking absolutely cozy with your eyes closed, nose nuzzling his neck as you breath him in, hands resting on his chest.

His hands teasingly wander down your back to give your bum a light squeeze, not enough to startle you from you perfect position but enough to make you grumble, "Not that kind of needy."

With you lips right next to his neck, your breath tickles his skin. He huffs a laugh, "Oh, my bad. "

Not a hint of remorse in his voice though. His hands changes it course up to you hair, gently threading through it, making your eyes droop. You feel him press a kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin on it.

This is where you belong, you thought. At peace in his arms, away from the cruel horrors of the world even for just a moment. And you're r sure he shares you sentiment with how constantly he tries to shield you from the sometimes brutal realities he has to face.

If he could create a world where you would only know joy and happiness, he would. But Alas the monsters in this world constantly grow like weeds. The best he could do was to make sure they could never get to you. Not in this life or the next.

He hears you whisper his name and mumbling something he incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I said I feel bad for a version of me out there who doesn't have you."

He pulls away just a bit to look at your face, he wonders where you get such sudden and weird ideas yet he humors you regardless, "You don't have to worry your pretty little head about it."

"Why not?"

"Because," He raises your palm to his lips, placing a kiss filled with devotion, "I refuse to believe that there's a world where I don't have you. Any version of me won't allow it."

He says it with such conviction that it sounded like a fact, not an opinion or a thought and it makes you want to believe him.

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, you press youself flush against him once more, finding solace in his words and the beating heart underneath your hands.

"Now sleep, I'll wake you up once im done working some we can eat dinner together."

Your eyes flutter shut again and you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.

The next time you open your eyes it was to the dark cold ceiling of your bedroom. Your hands reach to the side, - searching, hoping, wishing -heart dropping as you merely felt the bitter emptiness of your comforter.

Sitting up on your bed, you look out of your window. The city lights blurred as hot tears clouded you vision. They fall rapidly down your cheeks, faster than you could wipe them away with your fists. Your throat clogging up with such gut wrenching emotion as you barely held back your sobs.

Your lips trembles, smiling bitterly, memories of another life running though the back of your head, "You're such a liar, you big dummy."

Suguru. Satoru. Kento. Hiromi.

a/n: should I make a happy part 2?

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all mine

megumi fushiguro x femreader. pure fluff. aged up. jealous megumi

Megumi rarely shows his possessive side. He prided himself to be a calm and rational man. He knows what's his will always be his. That includes you, and no amount of pathetic boys ogling at you and trying to get your attention will change that.

So imagine his surprise as irritation and irrational anger simmers in his chest when he catches your ex staring at you from across the restaurant. The both of you were having dinner with your tightly knit group of friends in a modern and chic restaurant. You were having such a good time catching up with you friends that you failed to notice his souring mood.

To his dismay, your ex had a full view of your gorgeous face from where you were sitting. The asshole has the nerve to gape and grope at you like a fish with his eyes as if he wasn't sitting right next to you. His fist was just itching to meet his stupid face, maybe make him lose a teeth or two.

Huh, his violent thoughts startles him, huffing lightly at himself, amused that he loses all reason when he it comes to you. To the point that he considers standing and having a go at your ex unprovoked. Maybe, he'd get kicked out if the restaurant but it would be worth it if it meant he got to kick him.

But no.

no.

This wasn't like him and more importantly that would upset you, and the last thing he wants is to see you in distress because of him. Especially now when your smile practically brightens the room, eyes sparkling under the golden light. To him you look like you had little flecks of light around you, an angel in a sea of humans. And he never wants that light to dim.

Smiling softly, his puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest before planting a kiss on you hairline.

His sudden display of affection captures you attention, you peer up at him,"Gumi? something wrong?"

Your voice light and laced with affection. Your hand reaches to cup his cheek, tracing his strong jaw with you fingers. He rests his hand over yours, thumbing your pulse, lifting them a fraction before pressing small kisses on your fingertips. Its like you were in your own little bubble. Ignoring your friends teasing looks.

Even small ministrations like these made your heart race, and the tender look gracing his face as he answers didn't help either. "Nothings wrong, pretty girl. Just keep talking."

"Okay.." You open your mouth to question him some more but was cut off by your friend asking you something, immediately distracting you, dropping your clasped hands to his lap. You were talking animatedly, your mood sparking up again as you get lost in the conversation once more.

He breaths you in, your sweet scent enveloping his senses. the arm around your shoulders absentmindedly reaches out to twirl a lock of your soft hair with his fingers.

Despite calming down, Megumi couldn't stop himself from checking if the bastard was still looking at you.

And your ex apparently had a death wish. Unadulterated anger simmered in his veins, as your ex was walking towards your table right now. Megumi's hold on you tightened but not enough for you to notice, including the temperature in the room practically dropping to icy hell.

As if noticing him for the first time, your ex stops in his tracks under Megumi's death glare. A chill runs up his spine, every cell in his brain telling him to run. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under. Still twirling you hair between his fingers, he looked like a demon protecting his oblivious little angel.

The possesive edge underneath Megumi's seemingly calm exterior would ring alarm bells in anyone with a working brain. To your ex's luck, he thankfully had half a brain to walk away.

"Gumi..?"

"Megumi.."

The concern voice makes him snap back from his rage filled vision. Expression immediately softening at the sight of you. "Yeah?"

"Is there something wrong? You look tense."

He shakes his head, a small frown on his face, "Its nothing, just tired of people staring at whats mine."

Your eyebrows raise, surprise at his rare sign of possessiveness, before you break out into a huge grin. "Oh, gumi. you're so cute."

"I'm not cute." But the light blush dusting his cheeks make you think otherwise.

Leaning up, you kiss his cheek and whisper into his ear, "Im all yours, so they can stare all they want."

Huffing at your pleased expression, he pulls you closer by the waist, his head falling on your shoulder to hide his face from your teasing gaze as he mumbles beneath his breath, "All mine."

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things he'd never admit

Sukuna x femreader. Just pure fluff. modern au. Soft Sukuna. Sukuna is bad at emotions. first time writing for sukuna so this could be bad.

The smell of rain reaches your nose first making you look up at the dark and gloomy clouds in slight panic, "Damn, its gonna rain soon."

Quickly, you run to the bus station, but apparently not quick enough as you made it halfway through before the soft pitter patter of rain slowly turns louder.

Lady luck was not on your side today. After long tiring day at University, you're now about to turn into a wet rat. A cute wet rat, but still a rat.

It was probably a dumb thing to do, especially when the pouring rain was now blurring your vision, yet you still continued running down the slippery pathway anyways, trying to salvage your books and papers inside your gradually dampening bag.

A low, annoyed grumble made you halt in your step, "Are you trying to kill yourself, brat?"

You could recongnize that rude voice anywhere. You look up to the large form now blocking your way, and quickly noticing the dark umbrella covering your head, "Kuna?"

He scoffs and let out an irritated sound, "Who else?"

Suprise and something warm flits through your body, your eyebrows raising, "What are you doing here? I thought you were busy all day today?"

Your mind recalls his blatant reminder that he couldn't come see you today because he had some school shit to do. Hence why you didn't call him to pick you up which he usally does. Because despite his semi aggressive personality, he does take his studies seriously so you didn't want to disturb him.

And Sukuna was busy, unbearably so. Not that he would admit it, he loved spending time with you thats why he chose to spend the entire day to do his papers and essays due this week was so there would be no interruptions during your time together - which was another thing he would never admit to you- and he could just focus on you.*simp

But when he saw the weather forecast and knowing your bad habit of always forgetting to bring an umbrella, he was already out the door with his keys in hand.

He was right to trust his gut cause here you are almost soaking wet, like a stray kitten left out in the street. Not mention your clothes that were now almost translucent.

It makes him grit his teeth, no one else should see you this way other than him. He holds out the umbrella to you. "Hold this."

You take it without question and hold it above the both of you as Sukuna removes his coat and puts it over your wet clothes. The annoyed look still plastered on his face as he keeps grumbling under his breath of how much of a spoiled brat you are.

It makes you grin cheekily. Other people might take Sukuna's surly personality the wrong way but you knew better. You spoke fluent in Sukuna Itadori.

And you knew, regardless of his complaints and rumblings, he cared. He cared so much even if he wouldn't admit to you or to himself. But you felt it every second you're together.

"Watcha smilin about, woman?" He grouses, annoyed, his eyes locking in on your smile, the type of smile that makes his pathetic heart stumble.

You shake your head still grinning innocently, "Nothing."

He glares at you, not believeing you for a second, but he can roast you about that later. Right now he just want to get you home to make sure you don't come down with a cold or a fever.

With a shake of his head, he takes the umbrella from you and starts walking you to his car. He tries to be subtle about it, but you didn't miss the way the umbrella tilted more on your side getting his right arm soaked from the rain.

"Kuna, your-"

"Leave it."

"Are you sure?"

"Im fine, brat."

You bit back a grin, his words were so jarring yet with no real bite behind them. It could be his jacket that envelops your entire frame and his comforting scent emitting from it, but you feel so warm and cherished. Only Sukuna can be so grumpy yet somehow affectionate.

The car finally comes to view and he ushers you into the passenger seat, placing a practiced hand on the car door frame as you sat down.

You bumped your head into it once but the grimaced you wore is forever seared into Sukunas brain. He realized then and there that he didn't want you in any form of pain, not that you'd ever know when he called you a clumsy idiot as you rubbed your sore head.

He drove extra slow that day.

Plus he stared at that door frame for a hot minute like it was his biggest enemy when he got home.

The moment you got inside his apartment, he immediately demands you get into the shower. His voice holding no room argument.

You comply without complaints of course. After a warm shower, you change into his baggy shirts and make your way to the kitchen when you hear the kettle boiling, and surely enough he has your favorite tea ready in the favorite mug that you bought when you first started dating.

"Oi, your hair's still wet." He notes grimly by the kitchen counter, crossing his arms in displeasure. Though you don't miss the way his eyes flits across your figure in his shirt apprciatively.

You wave him off, grabbing the mug off the counter and breathing in the soothing scent of the tea, a content smile on your lips, "It'll dry off on its own, Kuna."

He tsks at your carelessness and disappears to the bedroom, he comes back a few moments later with a towel and hair dryer. "Sit on the damn sofa"

You gaze at him with exasperated affection. If only people could see through his rough exterior and notice how much this man dotes on you.

Finding no reason to argue, you plop down on the sofa with your legs crossed and he finds his place behind you, fluffy towel in hand.

Gazing down in the mug in your hands, you smile secretly to yourself. Your boyfriend may not be the most expressive when it comes to declarations of love, but you didn't need words. His actions spoke more than any kind of heart trembling confession or lovesick poem.

And you felt everything he would never admit outloud in the way his rough, calloused hands are so uncharacteristically gentle as he weaves through your hair with the towel. Handling you like you were some precious china.

You clasps your hands over his, making him stop. You turn your head and look up at his questioning gaze. Smiling softly, your kiss one of his palms. "Thank you for always taking care of me, Kuna."

His eyes widen slightly before his mask of nonchalance returns, huffing,"Dunno what yer talkin about."

"You know exactly what Im talking about." You grin.

He rolls his eyes feigning irritation in order to hide the small smile tugging in the corner of his lips, "Don't get too used to it."

But he did want you to get used to it. Needed you to need him. This way maybe you'll ignore how shitty he is at emotions or how he can't do all the lovey-dovey stuff that makes you swoon in those crappy rom-coms you're always watching. He'll never hold a boombox over his head outside your window.

"Too late." You say, snuggling your cheek into his palm.

Sukuna falters a bit.

He's a confident man, women would beg for just a single glance from him despite his abrasive nature, it was all part of what Gojo called his charm -and once again he'd never admit it to you- but your words eases the insecurities he didn't realize were there. He grumbles under his breath somewhere along the lines of you better not taking that back.

You laugh at his mumbling, the sound like music to his ears, "Oh, Kuna."